3 years dancing and I honestly can tell you, I have no idea what kind of style I wish to adopt. Prolly growing up with the guidance of Pat made me a "poom chak ship ship kala kala hip hop" person. Layman's term, a whacker,(not a wanker, childrens. shame on you). All about hitting the beats with your last breath and all the residue your body can churn out.
Maybe I wanted to be an ice baby
A dancer to me is not all about the explosion you have, reminds me of hair throwing somehow. Rather, its the style that defines your identity - Evaristo, Keone, Jun; somehow I have their shadow maneuvering at the back of your head. Every person has someone to idolise, wishing you can be like him/her someday, somehow.
It struck me today on how I wanna be like, or remembered as a dancer. Thank god for the masterclass shared by Styles From Beyond (SFB) this mornin', for not I'll still be wandering in the woods searching for my identity. Their choreo to Insomnia by Craig David was jaw-droppin' dope. Imagine, jaws drop, and insert dope, whateva. Evaristo-inspired choreography, perfect isolation and control of energy, nothing to explosive like our normal wednesday sessions, but its definitely unique in its own class.
Drugs make you pale, its true.
New styles - that's where I'm heading. Xiao pointed out to me many times that my limbs are thrown everywhere most of the time, so he advised me to follow a few choreographers on youtube to regulate my energy level. And I did, and its working a lil' bit here and there now. MAYBE. Maybe, I should take ballet classes, should I? DO YOU REALLY WANNA SEE ME IN TUTUS? Maybe not.
Its time to take it to the next level
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OKAY this might be the 8th time me talking about my work. Please skip to the next chapter that might be boring, if you're bored about me talking about jobs.
- Spending time with family
- Clean the room
- Progress on school work
- Time with friends
- Dance plentifully
- Geographical knowledge
This is weird, but then again neither 6 of the points above do I actually churn out effort in accomplishing them. Working seriously eats up a hellavuh time off your schedule. Like Confucius say, "Loose it, then you'll only cherish it". He never said that, but I said he did because confucius is like Chuck Norris. Chuck can sneeze with his eyes open, can you? Confucius is da man, nuff said.
Sorry bout the diversion on the topic. Yeah, so crossed-finger Imma try to head back during the weekends to have a catch up with my dear lil' cousins and my lil' goldie retriever, Buddy. Clean the hair filled room more often. Oh that. Speaking of which, my heart is utterly filled with fear on receding hairlines. The uncle has a crater on his head that's covered by a few strands of mee sua. The eldest brother has an elongated fore head larger than a piece my thermodynamics textbook. And the san-ge is ready to be the spokesperson for MacDonalds, yes the big "M". To see that much of hair I loose every week upon cleaning my room, my ego is just mortified. God, am I gonna suffer the same condition too? Will I have the big M??
Care for some happy meal, kids?
Maybe I shouldn't accumulate bad karma.
Now my FYP seems to be going well, which I can say that its 36.7% done. The prof is happy with the outcome of the programs. Still amazed I can do this via email while Qua-gon-jin is far away in a land of Texas. Didn't know he's such a renowned person.
I bow to you, master.
I'd admit that I haven't been spending ALOT of time with my mates, but it does feel like I do even if its a 3 hour meetup. Guess its all quality time aye. Thanks to the weekly sesi beramai-ramai dengan tudung putih (sessions with whitehoods), I'm never deprived from dance. Have I told you that SFB is effin' amazing? I already did.
Haha. Honestly, my geo knowledge on Singapore is like zero. 3 years back, the only place I know how to go is whichever points there are in the MRT map. That's it. But thanks to the never ending search for food around, glad to say that my navigation is a wee bit better. Else, my new license is just as good as lying in the rotten pizza while the maggots chew off my face of the photo. gothere.sg is just effin awesome. Have I told you that too?
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Service yesterday was a pleasing one; reminding us to love our neighbours. He is good, indeed.
As a matter of fact, I do. I'm done instilling hatred in my soul, there's no point in doing that, nor these people or what has happened to me is worth being effed up for. Capricorns are borned to be vengeful, and it sucks to be that. More importantly, goats like us need to sub-consciously remind ourselves to get out of it.
FY was right, that journey wasn't a wise one to travel in. The conditions set up was a bound-to-be a disaster, just like a ticking bomb. The disarming team didn't had a clue what they we're dealing with, yet taking all the risk, letting their ego slide thru. Ego kills. The eyelids are stretched wide open, to see how badly in shape this world is. Things are not what they deemed or seemed to be.
Shit happens. How we deal with it defines how successful we are able to lead our lives. If some people are screwed up, there's nothing I can do about them, but put faith in Him that he will walk with them and make them a better person. That is why I decided not to walk alone ever again, for I know He is the light to my path of life. I'm not your perfect child, I maybe condemned by others from what I portray on the external surface. Yet, this heart is still sincere, yearning for you every moment without the slightest hint of selfishness.
As the rain washes the earth. Serenity fills up the air. The morning dew ushering a slight hint of joy.
That same day, I felt it gushing thru my soul, clearing the all the contamination left by mankind.
I have been purified.
And I'm ready to take on the world by storm.
with You, of course.