The ‘OTHER’ Me project | the starting question(s)

I start this blog because I want to talk about one thing. It is the dance piece called The ‘OTHER’ Me.

Things started last year – January 2013. I was in Amsterdam waiting for an audition result from Emico Greco | PC company. I was not cut out during the day so that meant I had hope, but it was the kind of hope that could push me down on my knee anytime.

I first attended that audition with only one hope which was not being cut out on the first cut of the day. But I did not know then that I actually could survive until the day ended. What’s more, one of the company dancers came to me and whispered .. you, maybe! But it was true that he might say that to everyone who managed to stay until the end of the day. I told myself that was more than enough. But when the dream is so closed to the truth, who can stand not seeing it coming true? That was what happened to me because I started to dream of starting my life in Amsterdam, dancing with the company which I really liked, making my parents be proud of me, letting my juniors in my countries see that we can do it if we really really try and it went on and on and on. However, the dream was still a dream, and I was still in a vacuum waiting for the result. I didn’t know what to do or what my plan should be. I really didn’t know what to do, to feel good or not to feel good. I had hope andI tried to get rid of that hope. It was so tiring.

I finally started to cry. It was from the feeling of losing your momentum which kept you going somewhere. It was too still and I couldn’t move myself. I was in a rut and had no one to turn to. I was alone in the room in the city I knew no one and it was freezing cold. I didn’t feel homesick but I damn missed my ex-best friend who was not best anymore. I cried because I wished someone was there with me, talked to me and I hoped it was him. We used to discuss a lot of things together. We used to say we would pursue our dreams and we would fight for it together. Sadly, we ended up fighting. I let myself cry because I had no strength to hold it. I knew that it was just a big drama in my life but I let myself sink into it.

I opened my calendar book and wished someone would be there to help me plan, someone who I could really count on and would never leave me in both happy and not so happy moments in life. My eyes looked at the calendar. Almost two weeks had passed. I had visited three cities; from Geneva to Berlin by plane, and from Berlin to Amsterdam by train. My handwriting in pencil on the calendar told me that next stop should be Luxembourg. Right, another audition was coming. Oh, Mimie come on!

I used the handphone to check what was the best and cheapest way to go to Luxembourg. The cheapest way was by train with 4 train changes. I had 15 kg luggage with me and I thought I could manage it. Thank God I decided not bringing laptop and camera along this time cause I knew I would have to travel around quite a lot. At least then I had plan for the next day that I needed to go to the train station and book the ticket. I was not so lost anymore. Before I knew it, I had stopped crying already.

It is difficult for me to explain my feeling then in words. It was a wonderful moment in my life. I felt so full of love for myself. How could I forget her? How could I forget ‘this’ best friend who I really could count on and who would never leave me alone? How can I forget the one who helped me plan everything, and discussed with me what to bring and not to bring? It was her who was with me all the time during the audition and kept telling me to calm down and everything would be okay. I ALWAYS had best friend with me all the time. Really!

That was the starting point. I did not get a job in that company in the end but that was okay. I came back to Singapore and continued living my happy life as a dancer in the same contemporary dance company. After that I enjoyed observing my self-talk and even looked back to my past. I found out a long and continuing love-hate friendship between me and myself. We discussed. We agreed. We disagreed. We fought but we always found the solutions.

Series of questions came up.

If I can fight with myself, does it mean that myself is not me? Can I call it the other me or me(s)? Then, how many me(s) can I have? Those questions made me wonder more. Are we human one-soul being? How many souls can one man possess? What kinds of relationship we have with our own self or selves? And which self is the major one in a particular time and why?

The questions kept coming and I couldn’t not do anything, so I decided to translate my question into a dance piece and dig deeper into the questions along the dance making process. If you are the one who is also asking the same questions or get interested in the story I just told you, please come join me in this journey. I will share with you how the idea develop and how the questions reveal the answers by asking the next questions and translate into the movements. I still don’t know the end product of this project. But it is like falling in love.

Love can take us to heaven or hell, but it always takes us somewhere. Therefore, be prepared to travel (Paulo Coelho)

(To be continued)

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2 comments

  1. Good morning Mimie. I just read your blog post with interest and look forward to updates in your creative exploration of self.
    When I have found my mind full of these questions I have often found it helpful to return to the breath. My family motto in Latin is Dom Spiro Spero, in English, While I have breath I have hope.
    While being with the breath you become aware of the multiple arising of bodily sensations, thoughts and feelings. Like waves rising and dissolving in a vast ocean. And rather than name or label this just to be present with it in a quality of curiosity and loving kindness.
    Your intention to explore this in dance brought to mind the poem by the monk Thich Nhat Hanh which I hope you will enjoy
    Being rock, being gas, being mist, being Mind,
    being the mesons travelling among the galaxies
    at the speed of light,
    you have come here, my beloved.
    And your blue eyes shine, so beautiful, so deep.
    You have taken the path traced for you
    from the non-beginning and the never-ending.
    You say that on your way here
    you have gone through
    many millions of births and deaths.
    Innumerable times you have been transformed
    into firestorms in outer space.
    You have used your own body
    to measure the age of the mountains and rivers.
    You have manifested yourself
    as trees, grass, butterflies, single-celled beings,
    and as chrysanthemums.
    But the eyes with which you look at me this morning
    tell me that you have never died.
    Your smile invites me into the game
    whose beginning no one knows,
    the game of hide-and-seek.

    1. I am so glad seeing you here. Thank you very much for sharing with me. I careful read the poem and felt like this dance project would be able to be stretched to another layer. 🙂

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