From one Dream, to another Country.

It’s been four days since the proverbial curtains closed on Dream Country, and I’ve only just found the time and emotional strength to talk about one of the most enriching, demanding, beautiful, and intimidating experiences of my life (thus far, … Continue reading

Counting Down!

After two months of rehearsals, we’ve finally arrived (at Dream Country)!

Jerms and B turned up for the Dress Rehearsal yesterday – which was really sweet because they were flying off to different parts of the world soon after.

Tonight’s Opening Night, so if you are in town, come down to the Singapore Arts Festival Village at Esplanade Park!

I’ve rambled written so much about my experience and thoughts as a performer, so now I present to you the directors, who will take you through the history of this piece, and the selection process.

Once again. Dream Country – a lost monologue is part of the Singapore Arts Festival 2012. It is a great piece produced by Michele Lim, directed by Marion D’Cruz, Anne James, Charlene Rajendran, Claire Wong, Natalie Hennedige and Zizi Azah. The piece will take place 31 May and 1 June 2012 at the Festival Village in Esplanade Park, 8pm. FREE.

Scenes from Sunday’s Rehearsal.

Remember that first huge combined Dream Country rehearsal last Sunday that I didn’t write about? I couldn’t find the right words then. But if a picture paints a thousand words… here’s a lot for you to think about. Sunday’s Rehearsal. … Continue reading

Dream Country Day 2 & 3: Memories and Dreams and Unnecessary Slips, Freudian and Otherwise.

What a fulfilling weekend! I woke up fluffy bread, beer jelly and freshly brewed Vietnamese coffee on both mornings, did my reflections for the Dream Country rehearsals, worked out, and danced in the company of earth, water, women and bugs till evening.

We’ve only had three rehearsals thus far, but my body is already experiencing change. Abrasions, bites, bruises, cuts and stings? All good. I wear’em like a badge. (SPARTAAAAaa…) That aside, I do feel myself getting stronger every day. I push a bit harder, throw a bit further, jump a bit higher with each rehearsal… And it’s not hard with the energy of the group. (As you shall see in a minute.) There is still a lot of work to be done though – mental and physical.

While I have no problems being fully invested and focussing on the moment, I hate that sliver of a moment when doubt creeps into my mind and I over-think. And though I think I’m quite strong, I still have some way to go before I get to my ideal fitness level. (Note to self: Schedule workout tomorrow.)

Day 2


– Rescued Border Collie who wandered into our compounds to play and reunited it with his caretaker. Alas, my camera wasn’t on me. Cute lil fella ran away when I went close but as soon as I went on my knees, he ran over and leapt on me to lick me all over the face. Love affection.

– Mating Bugs. ‘Nuff said.

That aside… All these happened:

La jardinière watering the… erm… urn.

Planking finally becomes a trend within the Amish community.

At peace.

Insext. All you need is love.

The Guru. Far from the maddening crowd.

Day 3


– Elderly man on a bike was cycling by our rehearsal space when I turned to him and shouted, ‘HEYYYYYYYYY!’. Fi waved at him and went, “Nonononononono.” while in character. To his credit, he got off the bike and stood his ground. Stared at us, wondering probably, “What the heck is going on this time?” Residents in the area of Goodman Arts Centre must be used to this by now.

‘Em Amish girls hard at work.


View from within.

L’oiseau et la fille.

Le mainate.

Angelina who?!

Frolic. Note extremely high level of difficulty of pose.

Merry making.

More information on Dream Country, here.

More information on the Singapore Arts Festival 2012, here.

Dream Country, Day 1: Mosquito Feed

I wrote about my involvement in the Singapore Arts Festival some time back and finally (FINALLY!), Day 1 of rehearsals has arrived.

Advance apologies to those who are hoping to see some pictures of the actual rehearsal – we were pretty much submerged in water/hurling gunnysacks at one another the whole time, so I can’t take any for now. But yes. Proper pictures will arrive soon enough.

You will, however, get to meet two new friends I made on day one.

This lil’ fella was the first to greet me at the gates of Goodman.

Lovely creature leapt over a canal to come over to me. Gorgeous.

I also met the coolest old gentleman who was fishing by the canal.

His bright blue cart caught my attention long before I arrived at the bridge. And I couldn’t help but ask to take a picture of him and his cart. He was a little shy, but he obliged anyway. Check out that smile on his face too.

His eyes had a coat of greyish white glaze over them and what remained of his teeth were mostly black and rotten, but I found him to be bursting with character. J’adore.

When I told him I loved his cart, he generously offered to let me take a look at his fish which he said were “even nicer” than the cart.

These babies can be eaten! (?!) Amazing.

I have a feeling I’ll be seeing a lot more of him, and I am certainly looking forward to it. For starters, I’ve really got to get his name.

Off to the rehearsal venue we go.

Our plot. I claimed the beautiful one with the rings second to the right that day. =D

Yes, Charlene. Roll your eyes.

Pretty, itchy sacks.

Kettles for the hot water that we didn’t use thanks to the burning sun.

So how was Rehearsal 1?

It was fun. But the fun factor also meant that it got harder to stay focussed on our own stories.

I worried. A lot.

I worried about not being as good. I worried about over thinking. I worried I was doing it all wrong. I worried that my bum was falling out of my costume. (Wore my Ribs Swimsuit. Forgot extra shorts. Bummer, indeed.)

I worried.

There were a few moments when the action got rather ‘la-la’ – it was, after all, our first improv. Even then, it frustrated and disorientated me. (I’m a perfectionist/worry-wart. Does it show?)

I’m still have lapses of consciousness and over-thinking. Fortunately, a lot less than I’d expected.

Throughout our improvisations, there were certain rhythms I gravitated towards more, and I am thankful for that.

During our quiet reflection time, I became very aware of the core of my very being for some reason and it was so confrontational that I felt extremely disconcerted. Still, I have to manage all that lest I ask myself questions to the point of insecurity.

What can I say? I am my own worst enemy.

No wait. Strike that. Because my nemesis really, were the mosquitoes.

By the end of the session I was all bumpy with bites – not a pretty sight. I’m hoping to give myself multiple coats of repellent over the weekend to combat those monsters. Wish me luck.

And yes…

Brief stalking attempt outside The Observatory’s studio.

Note to self: Must suppress fangirl/groupie split personality.

Serendipitous – Dream Country at SINGAPORE ARTS FESTIVAL babyyyy

Some time back I wrote about a fitting I went to and promised to elaborate more. So here goes… I’m going to be dancing in the Singapore Arts Festival 2012! =)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) Yes, it is a dream come true. In fact, … Continue reading