something i needed for myself.Don't ask me why this few days my post are filled with anger... i can't explain it too..
everything was all good and fine with my day... with the exception to have to crack my brain for project.
other then that, i enjoyed wee's lecture, the gossips the clique shared and DANCE!.
though samba and hip hop is sooooo not my type of genre but the process of enjoying it is the best.i love it when we get the steps though we may look a little weird doing it, i love it when we can perfect it, i love it when everyone dance as one, i love it when we sweat it out together, i love the every little bimbo-ness and taitai-ness the DC girls can give me, i love the friends i make in NYP, i love it when we're all so excited to SHOWCASE our hardwork to everyone! be it to NYP people only, to singaporeans only or even the whole world! We are so proud of it...
BUT.... there is always this factor that made all this lovely things disappear all away. DAD'S SCOLDING FOR COMING HOME LATE. why can't he understand the joy i am getting from there... why can't he understand that dance is all about passion and NOT doing it as a profession... he said this 'you're also not a mediacorp dancer, why must everday dance?! somemore until so late?!' so who was the one who sent me for ballet at the age of 8 first? if you think that quitting at the age of 15 could have stopped the passion you are wrong... i have NEVER gave up on dance... the reason i quitted ballet was to have the chance to learn figure ice skating. which was also part of dancing. but it never came true... which im quite ok with it due to the costly programmes and equipments. but WHY are you stopping me from dancing now when i don't spend your money for the course or whatever shit? why can't you just let me enjoy what ever student life i am left with? why aren't you proud of your daughter who will be dancing for YOG?! seriously, im tired of needing to explain to you from time to time i have dance. and well lets put it straight.... im not out at such late timing doing things im not supposed to do... i don't take drugs, i don't smoke, i wasn't drinking neither was i being a wild bitch out of the house... SO WHY ARE YOU STOPPING ME?! damn it! im disappointed...
you love me so much, yet you don't understand what i want or need. i don't need material love, all i need is ur understanding and support. isnt that the most important thing you should give your child?
i've said enough here and nothing to him. so what difference will it make as i continue.
