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!