November 27, 2010

November 10, 2010


I know, I know. I've been horrible for not properly dancing lately. But if this post makes up for it...

You know, I've come to completely realise something.

I mean, I know about it before, but today, I've come to completely be aware of it, and to embrace it as my... 'drug', if you will.

Whenever I'm feeling a little emotional, or when I feel a little down and/or upset because of something, all I need to do is go to my Youtube, watch all the previous videos I've uploaded, and I'll almost immediately feel better.

Mr Gino has always said that when you come for dance/ballet, leave your problems at the door.  When you dance, you have to enjoy it, feel it; otherwise it wouldn't look nice. Then when you leave the studio, you can pick your problems back up from the door. Lol. xp I'll always remember that. I miss you, Mr Gino.

But I needn't throw my problems at the door.  When I enter the studio, my problems automatically dissolve. I find pleasure in dancing. Even in uni, here, whenever I attend the dance classes, I feel happy. Even if there was a bugging assignment due, I'd momentarily forget about it and just enjoy myself (and then it slaps me in the face later. Hahaha).

Today was such a day. And I happened to be on Youtube, so I just thought of looking back on my past videos. And I feel better now.

The cheering just made me smile. And seeing these people, whom before this we had no idea of their talents; go up and surprise us with their dancing, I think that's really refreshing. ^^

And then there's Zhen Yi's class, which is guaranteed to bring laughter. xD Get well soon, Zhen.

And then, of course, there are the videos that tug at my heartstrings. Such as videos of the old studio, Gino Dance Academy. Videos OF him. They bring back memories, but one that I will never forget and treasure forever. I count myself fortunate to be able to learn under him.

Everyone who knows me knows that I live to dance. I'll die without dance. I'm not even kidding. It's now been a trademark, actually, that whenever Rachel mentions the studio, she knows she'll have my attention. (And I think I've annoyed her several times too with my enthusiasm. =p)

In conclusion, dance is the answer to all my problems. Dance is my drug, my brand of heroin. If I don't get a dose of it for too long, I can't function.

Dance = Life.
And I'm not quitting.