Dance night was fun. Opinions are diverse, but whatever it is, I haven’t felt that kind of exhilaration in a long time. Okay, make that two years. Haha. I miss the rg dance culture. It’s just so much easier to go full out basking in that sort of atmosphere. But whatever it is, I think I have finally learnt self-indulgence on stage, it’s the ability to isolate all other factors – sucky lighting, disintegrating (and indecent) costumes, demoralizing audience (matinee!) , urge to pull up tube/shorts, physical insecurities, and what-the-hell-why-do-I-not-see-him syndrome.
Maybe I am a closet exhibitionist (what an irony!), but yeah, it felt really good. I guess there’s something in dance that releases feelings in us we don’t usually set free. Now thinking about it all still makes me euphoric. I feel a compulsion to dance! ARGH! I feel like taking up latin during the holidays, but I think blocks demand my fullest attention so OH WELL. After As then, I guess, provided I find someone strong enough (bingeing during As is almost a certainty), someone who doesn’t have two left feet. xP.
Anyway, back to the subject. Dance night not only helped me recapture some of that old delight in bodily expression but also changed my mind about quite a lot of people. I have developed a greater tolerance level for mindless whining and bimbotic speculations, just for the fun of it. Its an acquired taste, I guess. It just depends on how much pressure you want to put your ears through before you get to the core of the person, a really nice core I must admit, so I don’t regret it at all. (:
A big thank you to all those who came, yes, even those who made really weird comments. (CHER. -_-) haha. Thanks for flattering my ego so much Ame, you are the anti-thesis of aaron. (‘I have good news for you jiching. You look slightly less ugly with make-up.’ ---he shall have a taste of my condescension on Saturday! wahaha ) Oh yes, and thanks for the peasant girl analogy. Sorry I disappointed you guys by not doing anything incriminating. xP It feels good to be on stage again , after huang cheng at vt. Admittedly hwa chong audi is a poor substitute for dear vt, but I guess this time my relationship with the audience is more direct. (Sitting at the sm table calling cues construes another sort of excitement!) Now I know what the actors feel like when they need to ru xi, though I think my ‘acting’ cmi. But hey! Acting sexy is difficult, you either are it or you are trying too hard to be it (which means you are not it.)
I don’t dare to wash my costumes because all the sequins will come off and 3 hours of work will literally go down the drain. Oh well. But at the least the modern costume is somewhat wearable, if a bit too flamboyant. The nazi costume is just weird and the corset and shorts getup is just incongruous with my wardrobe and my moral sensibilities. I think I would chuck it down the bin if I didn’t spend so much time sewing the gold ribbons and beads on.
Aiya, shit. Don’t feel like blogging anymore. The song is stuck in my head again. It’s a really nice song though. I like the first verse.
'I can fly
Maybe I am a closet exhibitionist (what an irony!), but yeah, it felt really good. I guess there’s something in dance that releases feelings in us we don’t usually set free. Now thinking about it all still makes me euphoric. I feel a compulsion to dance! ARGH! I feel like taking up latin during the holidays, but I think blocks demand my fullest attention so OH WELL. After As then, I guess, provided I find someone strong enough (bingeing during As is almost a certainty), someone who doesn’t have two left feet. xP.
Anyway, back to the subject. Dance night not only helped me recapture some of that old delight in bodily expression but also changed my mind about quite a lot of people. I have developed a greater tolerance level for mindless whining and bimbotic speculations, just for the fun of it. Its an acquired taste, I guess. It just depends on how much pressure you want to put your ears through before you get to the core of the person, a really nice core I must admit, so I don’t regret it at all. (:
A big thank you to all those who came, yes, even those who made really weird comments. (CHER. -_-) haha. Thanks for flattering my ego so much Ame, you are the anti-thesis of aaron. (‘I have good news for you jiching. You look slightly less ugly with make-up.’ ---he shall have a taste of my condescension on Saturday! wahaha ) Oh yes, and thanks for the peasant girl analogy. Sorry I disappointed you guys by not doing anything incriminating. xP It feels good to be on stage again , after huang cheng at vt. Admittedly hwa chong audi is a poor substitute for dear vt, but I guess this time my relationship with the audience is more direct. (Sitting at the sm table calling cues construes another sort of excitement!) Now I know what the actors feel like when they need to ru xi, though I think my ‘acting’ cmi. But hey! Acting sexy is difficult, you either are it or you are trying too hard to be it (which means you are not it.)
I don’t dare to wash my costumes because all the sequins will come off and 3 hours of work will literally go down the drain. Oh well. But at the least the modern costume is somewhat wearable, if a bit too flamboyant. The nazi costume is just weird and the corset and shorts getup is just incongruous with my wardrobe and my moral sensibilities. I think I would chuck it down the bin if I didn’t spend so much time sewing the gold ribbons and beads on.
Aiya, shit. Don’t feel like blogging anymore. The song is stuck in my head again. It’s a really nice song though. I like the first verse.
'I can fly
But I want his wings
I can shine even in the darkness
But I crave the light that he brings
Revel in the songs that he sings
My angel gabriel'
Crap. I miss dance.
