so here's the good, sort of.
dad flew off to abu dhabi on saturday 1st aug and mum insisted-- ok, hinted subtly (subtlety is to my mother what underwear is to traditional kilt wearers)-- that i could jolly well skip one session of dance to send him off. i'm afraid i did it with very bad grace, but expecting me to smile and be merry in a week with only three days of dance while you're squabbling on the way to the airport is asking a tad too much, no? last-minute detours for dad's passport (which he had left in mum's handbag which she had left on the table, for which she blamed him and he blamed her ARGH parents!!) aside, it was okay. i should say "worth it" but the unfilial brat that i am complains at the missed saturday sharing session, very plaintively.
OKOKOK it was alright la. and i cheered up a lot after listening to my siblings who started mouthing off (probably in a bid to distract from my not-so-muffled curses). choice bits:
brother: "oh, wow. the hands on that clock just moved. creepy *shudders*".
brother: "*very solemnly* it is illegal to throw a baby at a policeman."
and then my dad hugged us all before he left and did PSL (as opposed to ASL; no prizes for guessing what P stands for) through the airport glass doors: *steering wheel action* *forefinger and thumb held close together* *points at heart*= 驾车小心.
mum wanted to say 小心飞, with fei as some sort of flapping of the forearms; i told her instead to spread out her arms and run in circles alternating the angle of the plane of her arms. she did. joey hid behind a board so as not to be associated with us.
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that was saturday. last week WAS kind of crazy-- crazy fun. wed's busking vetting and practice was a self-berating session for messing up during vetting (oh gosh the VIDEO i forgot yuko's choreo and murdered ellen's steps, and not in a good way) and not being able to catch choreo, with a long walk to catch the bus later that left me aghast at wilkson's vision of a toast cafe that sold, inter alia, chilli crab kaya. on thursday i acceded to my mum's requests for social responsibility for the afternoon and declined my colleagues' invitations for coffee but bargained to watch a la salle musical "happiness" that night (ran into lily lee dressed in slinky black and ready to partay at the station!).
the musical was a misnomer-- we'd expected singing and dancing, i think, but it was more of a musical mime: not a word was spoken. watching i found myself incredibly wistful for drama-- in particular when i saw the complete lack of inhibition the actors displayed. i don't think even my most prolific years produced that fearless headlong plunge into character, and admittedly i got typecast after a while-- first as the bratty diva, then almost always as the brooding schemer with some sort of dark conflicted plot or past (why i ask you why). thursday's sojourn was like revisiting an old friend who had become utterly unfamiliar, whom i'd perhaps never really known anyway. the performance started out with a bang, heartfelt and funny, but we both felt that nearing the end the director and actors, perhaps spent by the creative process (which was apparently going into studio and asking the actors to come up with images of violence, or charity, etc), might have settled for the paths (or mimes) of least resistance. trite, indeed *wince*.
oh well luckily the "little boy" promised in the programme booklet didn't turn out to be an annoying little kid, eh. and overall it wasn't too bad, although it COULD have done without the balloons (or clearer balloons at any rate). happy thursday!
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last day of work dawned on friday and i woke up at about 8.19am when i was supposed to be at work at 9. mad rush to complete assignments before running off for kate's class/ cate's klass -.-, where jingaling became the latest fangirl of the indomitable kate. scrambled off (remind me NOT to wear unsensible shoes like crazy mphosis platforms [soozey: "why are you so tall??"] that i cannot run in, when i NEED TO RUN) after class to sushi tei to meet my creatures. i'm not going to continue that post until i have pictures IF i ever get them, but if there is one thing i am thankful for in this lifetime it is that i have friends like these and love like this, no strings attached. and rarer still, they accept even if they cannot understand my insane too-much-dance-is-still-not-enough mentality and don't berate me (not to my face anyway) for showing up late for a 21st bday dinner, no less. HEARTS.
j'adore congenere!