Okay. I havent been updating about dance and/or DAP ever since I moved here. Yes, I know. It’s become more or less a routine and sometimes it feels as though we’ve become so jaded. There’s nothing ELSE to write about save for the regular classes that we attend every week. There are the new jumps we learn try to battle and grasp within a few short minutes each weekday tech class, but that’s just part and parcel of the entire syllabus. We’ve got axle jumps, double attitude jumps, my favourite grande jetes, jumps in second and a whole host of other jumps I cant spell because they’re in French. And you can only go forward yes? Apparently not.

I crashed in tech class yesterday. And I mean it literally. I crashed into the floor. Not once, not twice, but countless times. Especially on my left. Because my muscles on the entire right side of my body are screwed. So screwed and whacked out of sync, I cant control them no more. They’re all bunched up and tight and I CANT PULL UP! BAH! What a great way to start the intensive two months of rehearsals. I wanted to die on the spot right then.

The introduction of the upcoming grad show has got us in a state of flurry, trying to organise and get the show going and obviously, trying to get better that VERY bit more, so we wont look like a bunch of loseurs on stage. The planning stage is no easy feat since there’s only 10 of us now. From a batch of 15, we’ve lost people due mostly to commitments, and now we’re at 10. 10 have to plan the budget. 10 have to conceptualise the entire story. 10 have do the posters and promotional activities. 10 have to do costumes. 10 have to schedule rehearsals. And of course, most importantly, 10 have to dance. Time is limited and scheduling is tight. But rehearsals have started (finally!) and that’s ONE load off our minds.

16 items, 10 dancers. Some have called us crazy. Some have said we’re doing the impossible. Others have given up on us. But we call it passion. We’ll pull through twisted ankles, aching muscles, disjointed hips, injured toes, bear the cold of the studio and put up with late nights, just so the show will go on. 9 minutes of sit ups each week, 4 hours of dance a day, 10 dancers, 1 show. It’s gonna be one hell of a ride for the next few months.

HELLO JUNK FOOD. HELLO CUP NOODLES. HELLO HONG KONG CAFE. HAHAHA!

Oh did I mention school’s starting soon too? CORS is a bitch.

HELLO HONOURS STUDENT.

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