Seeking..

I have been booked for another dance production or rather I have allowed myself to be booked. Rehearsals are pretty much everyday but hey who’s to complain? I have nothing to do anyways. Schools out which mean I have no relief teaching and the kid is off for a holiday so tutoring is in hold for awhile. So what better way to occupy myself than with exploring movements :}





To be an Indian outside of India. Something that every Singaporean Indian should relate to. Cultural identity is something that always intrigues me especially in this day and age where we call ourselves a cosmopolitan society. I have always separated cultural identity form individual identity. But I am starting to re think this division .Does not our own identity bear a resemblance to our culture? As I far as I {and only I} am concerned, we are very much in denial to what being Indian is, delusional in our own ideas of what representation of culture should be. So I ask myself what does it mean to be Indian? Does being Indian mean being able to speak my dialect? Does being Indian mean swearing by my masala, spicy hot and mouth watering cuisine not to mention savouring such scrumptious food with my fingers? Does being Indian mean religiously watching movies produced by the motherland? Does being Indian mean never being punctual to any occasion? Or Does being Indian mean respecting and representing my heritage to the best means possible? I never underwent an “identity crisis” per say but the questions seem incessant at present time. I don’t think this crisis has got to do with who I am like “identity crises” usually border but rather deals more with what I am. I am honestly struggling to find an answer but I doubt I’ll ever receive a textbook answer right away. It’s going to have to be a journey I take just like the journey my Indian forefathers took leaving their family and homeland making us all Indians outside India. All I can say for now is that I know I have a culture to be mighty proud off, meaningful traditions, breath taking architecture, amazing variations of movements in motion, a myriad of languages and exceptionally appealing mythology.

"Contrast"

All hail Rani akka

Candido

Groupies

Varriar Look{winks}

I would put up the pics of the 2nd costume change but someone's a tad bit shy so i've decided to spare you the public scrutiny{hehe}




I LOVE this song for soo many reasons{smiles]

When it becomes more than just entertainment..

The show is finally over.6 months of intense and tiring preparation has most definitely paid off. The start to this show wasn’t quite all hunky-dory for my class. We were completely forced out of our very well-crafted comfort zone and made to experiment with different dance genres we never ever thought of doing. I still cannot believe it’s over. My Tuesday and Thursday evenings are going to feel so awkward without hearing the classical songs and the chatter of highly excitable yet VERY tired girls.

It is indeed major productions like these that really make you into a better dancer and a better person. I say better dancer because everyone knows the more you put yourself on stage the more confident and stunning performer you become. I say better person because you are forced to deal with people you have no liking for {which makes you more patient ...winks} basically it is a good lesson on people skills. And the best thing of all is the strengthening or forming of friendships with the people you really love. I must say I have the best class ever. We girls have been through a lot {u know what I mean!!} and at the end of it all most definitely come out stronger. I am extremely proud of all of you. Well done ladies!!

Due to the extremely busy and hectic past month, I have been unable to get 6 hours of daily shut eye DESPITE being on holidays.{Honestly, I cannot remember the last time I was home before 10}Thus I have taken the liberty of pigging out today till 6.30p.m.{I even told my mom to turn down whichever school calls me today}And I have had the best day ever. I have been sleeping the whole day and I feel good. The eyes are still tired though, after the 2 day contact lenses stint.

I have finally mustered enough courage to read the original classic version of Jane Eyre. I say “courage” because I have been sooo scared of reading such heavy work of literature all by myself. It was a birthday present for my 15th which I have yet to venture into until 2 weeks ago. And My oh my do I looove this book.

It sucks to be the only child..i miss my 2 annoying brothers..

random part 2

I have a strong urge to delete my friendster account. The only reason its still there is because that’s the only way for me to communicate with my dear Aussie neighbours.

I invigilated my 1st exam today. Whoo hoo!!Its not that fun though. I finally understand why my JC tutors came up with very interesting erm.. ”experiments” to amuse themselves with while invigilation. Being in a school so much makes me miss it so much. I reckon this feeling will be very much regretted in about 6 month’s time.

I get Goosebumps every single time I see my dance teacher perform.She’s such an inspiration.



Nothing else matters when i am with these girls{1/2 of them are not in the pic}