after a tiring week, the concert will finally be over soon. tomorrow is the day. however, there are some thoughts (as an old dancer) about the whole process, with some inputs from my friends.

1. that choreographers do not showcase their prized assets. people being sidelined. those who in fact have star qualities are not being given a role to fulfil their worth and in my opinion, these are those who can actually make the item better. instead, they are the crowd.

2. that choreographers have no right to say that dancers do not do justice to their item. again, in my opinion, this is left to the dancers who, at one point in time during the process, will come to a self realisation that this is true and that they need to step it up.

3. that unnecessary lamenting is indeed unnecessary. it is not productive and it is condescending to the dancers and a poor reflection of your thoughts and character.

4. being productive means being focused to the task at hand. when one says one wants to do a blocking run, then do just that. getting bogged down with choreography during a blocking run defeats that purpose, in addition to wasting your own session's time and the dancers time.

5. preparation is key. while this is important, it has to go hand in hand with being focused (see para 4). there is no point being prepared and knowing what you want but not being focused.

6. respect your dancers the way you want yourself to be respected. this goes without saying.

all the best to me and all for "i am the system!"

i am the system. a dance production i got myself into early in march. many rehearsals. feeling old and tired. humbled by the many kids in the items. young blood. very fresh and energetic.
ahmad. aimer jusqua l'impossible. something along those lines. fantasy and reality and how they intertwine. got to dance a bit. finally saw how it pieced together. idea! need to choreo the solo part b4 he explodes. i pray for rehearsals to finish on time. almost reached boiling point. decided to suck it up. i used to be like that. no more. u r no choreographer (just a dancer!). bitch!
bryan. neck trying to keep up with the movements. as i said, old and weary. i'm opening the show, miming p diddy on 'welcome to the dollhouse'. how does one act out a name?? (can/no?) no answer from me too.
this week is the last week b4 show on monday. we do not know the stage dimensions. we have not completed the items. argh. apprehensive. you bet. it's always the "i scared i forget steps" feeling. vetting is the day b4 the real show. how timely.
tried to rent a car today in anticipation of a hectic week. the bugger didn't call me back to 'verify' despite the numerous queries.
wanted to collect my seinheiser earphones that have been 'serviced' for the longest time. submitted them (by candy-thank you you!) on the 22Feb and it is already the 24Mar. fail KPI.
MFC was rape today. don't know why. but uneventful. supper with candy at kovan macs. "i want anything but mcspicy". and 'poof!' McSpicy (the hottest chick in town-lame sia macs marketing..).
failed part one. will try again summer sitting. this time better pass-hopefully!

i just realised that it was quite a while since i had an entry. it seems to me that such entries will take commonplace in future, despite its frequency (or the lack of it). it will take some work of an ailing memory to sum up the events of the past year but i shall attempt nonetheless.

i suppose that after the previous entry,i was either too angry or too lazy (i shall commit to the latter) to type anything here. besides it has also become increasingly evident that, in my sphere of companions (again, or the lack of it), almost everyone is turning it's back on blogging and riding the 'facebook' revolution. perhaps it is the ease of connecting with other people, or perhaps it is with ease that they can vent out small random expressions of emotions that is affecting them into a portal where friends and others can reciprocate. this is unlike blogging, where one has to 'plough' through words to -sometimes- no end. and yes, pictures and videos are easier to upload and share; and as the old adage goes, we all know it, they do speak a thousand, sometimes, more words than writing can ever do. admittedly, i too have fallen for this fad.

to prevent myself from digressing further, i shall begin with one word. conscription. the word that put me where i am now. serving the nation, one may say, but i have other opinions that i shall not disclose. however, i do make exceptions for coffee table chatter, if i can make time for it. so in may 2009, i began my four month journey in MOCC, 68th batch of officers-to-be, naming ourselves 'guardians', which now i feel, in retrospect, we gave a bad name to. for the word does not reflect, in ourselves, whatever it was that we were or what we were, as the name suggests, supposed to protect. though it was pleasant to be in company of fellow colleagues in the god forsaken military confinement, i think it should have been just that. colleagues became friends and friends became buddies and brothers and some ties consequentially end up, well, unpleasant. despite the grudges and sufferings and struggles, we all completed the stint and commissioned as fellow MOs. i much rather would like to share my specific experiences but i do not have the time nor the benefit of an illustrious memory of events to do so. i might do so in another entry, after referring to my notes and organiser for specific dates and try to recollect.

for now, i am quite spent. till later.