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今天下课趁排练之前还有一些时间

就去了经常去的舞蹈用品店帮学生买鞋子

顺便也替自己买了新的爵士鞋(终于换鞋啦！！！)

之前看上的没有了

不过这双我也满喜欢的啦～

然后想说就趁今天去买包包吧

那天看上的希望今天售货员在啦！(那天等了半小时没人 =.=)

结果我要的颜色竟然没有！！！

难得我想宠宠自己买名牌的说

Adidas的那个包真的挺好看的

哎…我看来是跟名牌无缘啦～

最近心理压力满大的

加上自己有点私人的事搞的我不是很平衡

贵的要死的Famous Amos竟然给我买了下来

呵呵 我今生最爱的巧克力曲奇饼欸…

每次都是等人送的说 哈哈

这次是等不及啦～

马上就买了三包不同口味的

那么少

竟然要10＋ 马币是25＋！！！

妈妈一定说我浪费啦

不过就算是慰劳自己一下啦

而且这几个月下来

我除了把钱花在音乐及舞蹈用品上

都没为自己买过什么咧

这几个月真的很辛苦

演出也即将结束了

就当是奖励自己的小礼物吧

*又要被说像小孩儿了～*

今天看到了一句话：不要为过去的事流泪

但是 我们…真的做得到吗？

也许有人可以

但是我…做不到

我 有血 有泪 有情 有感觉

不可能要我把发生过的事当没发生一样

我不记仇 但是不能要我忘记所有发生过的事

发生了就是发生了 我做不到自欺欺人

但是 在哭过、痛过、伤过、之后

就要懂得站起来 并且记住教训

那下次就不会让眼泪有掉下来的机会了

以下的链接是我在网页上搜索到一些关于我们checkmate的点滴还有观后感

欢迎大家上去阅读

10 Minutes With Albert Tiong

Dance-Reviews: Checkmate Review

Daniel.K Review

还有以下是Daniel.K就Tara Tan的评论做出的回应。

RESPONSE

The Straits Time,13th Oct 08 (mon),
LIFE! Section, ‘Blank Check’ by Tara Tan

Tara Tan of the Straits Times gave ‘Checkmate’ a scathing review (titled ‘Blank Check’) today. It’s an understatement to say that Albert’s piece was not to her taste:

>The dancers glared and glowered at the audiences to tiresome effect. Yes we get it, you hate the world and the world hates you. Can we move on now? If the point of this show was to frustrate its viewers, it succeeded with this one.

To be fair, Tara’s response comes as no surprise. To anyone with a trained eye and a preference for postmodern postures, ‘Checkmate’ will not only come across as dated, its hyperbolic expressionism which is not quite agreeable with the 21st century zeitgeist, will likely make a critic wince.

But I feel that that perspective quite missed the point. My immediate response is that this is yet another case of ‘comparing apples with oranges’. Why accuse an apple of not being an orange? Why is an apple bad because it doesn’t taste like an orange?

Albert’s work never promised any overt social commentary. In fact, it was clear to me that he steered clear of making any explicit engagement with content to the extent that I am inclined to applaud it as disciplined self-awareness. If cultural critique is not his strong suit, he has downplayed it well enough. It was clear within a few minutes of the performance’s start that the work was strategic in inviting us to focus on its formalism. The artist has placed all his attention on composition, musicality and form and I’d have thought myself disobliging if I insist on faulting the work with a rubric that may not apply.

For me, all the [what Tara called] ’sullen faces and angry gestures’ lied within the threshold of tolerability. There was restrain. Any more of it might have sent me marching out of the theatre too. Contrary to what Tara had said, Albert’s was not a ‘highly gestural choreography’. There WAS the use of gestures but only some. The dance work was full of dance, dance of the exuberant sort, dance that makes you tap your feet, dance that makes you want to stand up and dance along… but only if you allow it to. The work was clearly a lot more than those clichés. It won me over with its sincerity which, trite as it sounds, is often a missing ingredient in many performance works today.

Tellingly, Tara herself spotted a few things about the dance but overlooked them as possible redeeming qualities in the work. She said that the dancers moved with ‘lightning-quick ferocity’ and ‘contorted their bodies into highly unusual and mesmerizing positions’. Quoted out of context, one might think she actually liked the work. And she might have had had she considered the dance more. The fact is, dance, like music, is very hard to talk about because it is fundamentally abstract. Or like a colour, it is very hard to describe. One can only talk about what happened on stage (as in who did what to whom) but cannot essentially talk about the movement and do it justice. But I digress. My point is that the ‘lightning-quick ferocity’ and the ‘unusual and mesmerizing positions’ of the dancers’ bodies were precisely the strengths of ‘checkmate’ and the area in which Albert Tiong had clearly invested most of his choreographic energies in.

Don’t get me wrong. A dance need not be beautiful. For me, technique can even be forsaken if it serves no purpose other than clutter a work. But if the work is about beauty, let it BE beautiful. And ‘Checkmate’ certainly was, it certainly sought that beauty. Beauty, if I may take this argument further, was probably a form of catharsis for Albert. Whatever that emotional ‘checkmate’ was for him, the resolution seems to be in the dance itself.

A reporter for a populist publication, I would have thought, should be able to put on different lenses for different types of work and assess them with their respective yardsticks. The public relies a lot on the journalist’s views. For any one work, more people are going to hear about it from the reporter than the people who’ve actually seen it. Tara’s damning report is then somewhat irresponsible since it failed to measure an artist’s work according to the artist’s intentions or factor in what different viewers might have seen, might want to talk about after the show.

In responding to a work, what is said often reveals more about the viewer than the work itself. We’re only helping ourselves if, as viewers of a work of art, we allow ourselves to adapt to different stances whenever necessary. In a landscape of disparate voices, fruitful conversations take place only when both speaker and listener make it a point to try and see things from each other’s viewpoints.

All in all, it is refreshing that a local reporter does not mince words. It certainly is much more satisfying reading a review that actually criticises a work rather than provide a mere descriptive recount for the public. Yet, to move on, I really hope that reportage in Singapore can rise to a more sophisticated level; that opinions themselves, like works of art, no longer be simplistically postulated as for or against, black or white, but be nuanced and deep.

Daniel Kok http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=545482834> (Singapore) wrote
at 11:49pm on October 13th, 2008

If you are interested but don’t know what I’m talking about, please read:
1) The Straits Time, Monday, 13th Oct 08, LIFE! Section, ‘Blank Check’
2) My previous note on Face Book about Albert Tiong’s ‘Checkmate’, The Esplanade’s Comission for da:ns fest 08.

Tara Tan http://www.facebook.com/s.php?k=100000080&id=193106576> (University of Bristol) wrote
at 10:05am on October 14th, 2008

it’s good to hear some disagreements over the review. i look forward to reading your reviews on inkpot or other mediums.

Rob Fowler http://www.facebook.com/s.php?k=100000080&id=683084621> wrote
at 8:49pm on October 14th, 2008

I’m 6,000 miles too far away to have seen it but I’ve seen Albert dance in Daniel’s Vermillion White and I know how good he is. I really wish I could have witnessed this piece and have my own experience of it to add to the pot.

In lieu of that Its great to hear disagreement/debate on the work, particularly coming from such considered viewpoints.

咣～！！！

s**t!!! 反射性的从我嘴里冒出来

哎哟妈呀～痛死我啦｀｀｀｀

上课的时候 因为团友一个小意外

为了避免撞上（虽然最后还是撞上了 =.=|||）

导致我的膝盖就这样‘咣’好大一声往地面敲去

撞上其他位置应该还没那么痛

可是竟然撞上的地方是上次checkmate演出时撞到小白的位置

而且还是不偏不倚！！！

小白那么硬 可想而知我是有多么的‘享受’啦～

好不容易才散的淤青 还痛着呢～

今天这么一撞 哎哟喂呀～又肿了～

什么时候才能好嗫～～

－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－

晚上排练的时候

被要求了一段即兴solo

而且竟然还是几分钟！！！

好久都没有即兴演出了说

以前是在大舞台 现在是小黑箱

自然要更清楚自己在做什么

不然观众看了没意思

又是让我自我挑战的时候～

毕竟我没有太多即兴的经验

希望是不要让我做太多遍

不然感觉会糊掉的～

不过今天几次下来感觉还可以

希望动作元素跟感觉不会跑掉啦～

一直很想推荐这首歌给大家的

因为歌词真的很好

My Love Will Get You Home

If you wander off too far
My love will get you home
If you follow the wrong star
My love will get you home
If you ever find yourself
Lost and all alone
Get back on your feet and think of me
My love will get you home Boy
My love will get you home

If the bright lights blinds your eyes
My love will get you home
If your troubles break your stride
My love will get you home
If you ever find yourself
Lost and all alone
Get back on your feet and think of me
My love will get you home Boy
My love will get you home

If you ever feel ashame
My love will get you home
If its only you to blame
My love will get you home
If you ever find yourself
Lost and all alone
Get back on your feet and think of me
My love will get you home Boy
My love will get you home

If you ever find yourself
Lost and all alone
Get back on your feet and think of me
My love will get you home Boy
My love will get you home Boy
My love will get you home

人的心怎么如海底针啊

为什么总是那么难揣摩啊？

如果是这样

我到底是为了什么而存活在这个世上吖！！！

人不就是想快快乐乐过日子吗？

每天面对着尔虞我诈的人

坦诚相对...就有这么难吗？？？

我受够了啦～

有没有那么一个地方没有这些讨厌的东西！！！

躺在床上 闭上眼睛

却不能入睡

望向窗外漆黑的夜晚

盯着在黑暗中依旧冷冰冰的天花板

让我想起了一个曾经出现在我生命中的人

没办法平静的入眠

最后还是将关上的电脑重新开启了

也开启了我的记忆箱

他让我尝尽了生活中的甜酸苦辣

让我的思想不再那么的单纯（也不知是好是坏）

为什么到了现在

我的情绪还是偶尔会被你牵动着

你只是在我生命中多加几道伤口的过客

Oh My God~~ #*&%#)

今天真的是够了！！！

我的脑袋就不能休息吗！！！

一天内发表了那么多文章

心情变了N次

就不能把我头上的阴霾变走吗～