the latter takes sacrifice,
coincidences, and various strokes of luck.
but the end result will make one beam.
be it in masked pain or jubilation.
clearly there is no other way to do it other than no2.
i can, and will, vouch for that.
i couldnt be prouder of the malay dance-ers (malay dancers would have been politically incorrect) after today's one-off rehearsal performance
we were less than perfect
but still, we finished the dance laughing so hard at the parts we forgot
and each feeling happy to have it in its supposed completion
but it was the applause and the cheers of support we got at the end of the dance was what kept me coming back for more
year after year
routine after routine
there is absolutely NOTHING in the world quite like it.
none.
against the backdrop of tarian tradisional
i am the happiest i could rather be.
