minimalism turns to disco

Why not have an honest-to-goodness disco night, complete with mirror ball and strobe lights? Last night at mag:net, Ria and I together with Tilman, then later Jet were constantly pushing Rock to organize a once/twice a month dance night. Bring on the music, i will bring in the disco-craved crowd. Why, we just want to have the chance to dance! on a dimly-lit dancefloor, sweat, shouting heads and all. Tilman's night at mag:net last night was a blast. I hang out at mag:net really to de-stress and a change of atmosphere, also it helps that the waiters know you and attend to one's every need but i havent had much of letting my hair down-dancing at mag:net or getting smacked as I do in cubao or at Green Papaya. Last night i wasnt drunk, stoned or smacked but was trippin with disco music. Asked what kind of music I listen to, I take a second and answer I am actually polygamous when it comes to music. hell, i even enjoy a live rendition of Aegis' Basa, okay maybe I cannot stand Nina or Christian Bautista..., but maybe if i'm stoned i can conjure some interesting condition.

Yesterday, I had class with Ava and Clarissa. We had fun and though our bodies ached from re-mounting a trio, the class and rehearsal was great and offered a new way of looking and sustaining to work with our bodies everyday. now, i want to finish that damn wifi report and move on ahead with my life. yesterday, i learned to trick my mind and my body to re-focus on other spaces between my joints that allow me to relinquish conscious control of my body, my spine and center. it was one of them rare occassions when one feels a stirring sensation inside, ready to move anytime, active, embodying inertia. While i had fun with our studio work yesterday, I somehow regret the fact that i dont have the resources to keep working with Ava and Clarissa on a more regular basis even without a performance in mind but to conduct research with them. research on energy and harnessing spontaneity, releasing imagination and allowing the efficient movement of the body. completely at ease with the self and space around.

i woke up this morning, tired from a very long dream. again, i was running naked trying to catch a taxi in place that seemed like quezon avenue. but was rushing and failed to work on it...