I'm barely recovered from devastation. I had auditions for Nus Dance Blast today and the worst things that could've happened took its course. I walked out the studio feeling robbed; of my esteem. It was a simple 4 eights, to a simple tune. How could I not have got it right? Apparently all of us in my audition group got in (according to sources), but I remain sceptical. Only when the official call comes will I heave a sigh of relief. That's beside the point. I dance every routine with all I've got. Today I gave up. First time. Ever. And its this impending disappointment with myself that weighs heavily on my heart.
Another round of auditions this saturday. I'm really in need of a "hell yeah" from my favourite man - the ONLY Hatched Man, Mr Tommy Lee.
happy yet sad sociable yet reclusive mummy's girl yet rebellious pampered yet tough I'm an enormous walking contradiction.
Had my first theatre practical session today. Nora Samosir is my teacher (she acted in masters of the sea, and some other shows), and she is awesome with that capital A. I made one two new friends. Alex and Amy. Uni life is getting more exciting; less lonely.
Overdrive auditions are this saturday. The guy just called me telling me to choreograph a routine with accompanied music by this saturday - 2 minutes. I am freaked out. I have tons of readings and assignments due. I have work and my bar test coming up. Life is as busy as it gets; stressful yet fun and free. I told you I'm a walking contradiction. . .
I hate reminiscing. It's pointless and makes me sad. My mind needs to compartmentalise itself. The past has to be padlocked, and its key thrown into the open sea (never found). I abhor my tears. I'd revel in self-pity then spit at my sorry state in disgust. Why is fear such a hinderance now? I used to be stronger than this. I am thoroughly shamed.
i've been busy. school, work, gym, home. It's goodbye Indochine and hello to NUS. My farewell at Indochine's Amex 70's retro night was rockin' funky. AND MR LKY decided to drop by as well. =) couldn't have been better.
This is it, Indochine Forbidden City. Elegance . . .
Give it up for DJ Kenneth and Chef Mike
The Jackson Twins, Angie and I
Haan the man and Angie
My boss, yes my boss, PHET TEA, me, Angie and Yew Meng. All retro-ed and ready to party!
The Indochine Crew (almost) in Full Force
Not forgetting the most important mEn - Ma and MM Lee
