today was a really long day.
couldn’t get to sleep till really late, but crawled out this morning anyway to go for dance class, which was pretty fun. i’m looking forward to our year-end recital ! TODAY WAS GOOD because i managed to do a perfect pirouette, and unwittingly tried a double and it wasn’t perfect but it was a good start. blisters on my feet hurt like mad though.
lunch was subway
then math va meeting was canceled so my afternoon was suddenly free and i decided to go check out cotton on, and ended up buying 2 pairs of shorts and a pair of flipflops that are really really nice
and i spent like a total of 25 bucks cos like the shorts were 10 bucks each. ii love cotton on man.
went off for youth, met nush and i dunno, today i think i was just really unfocused. the sermon was something about why you should follow the rules. it all made very logical sense, but yet i was still questioning, rationalizing, analyzing. i’m not sure if i’m doubting or just going through a tough time. where it’s just so hard to trust and i feel so far away from God. it’s no wonder why i’m just feeling so frustrated. the worst part is that i’m not very sure what’s wrong either, and i’m just… stuck in the middle. like, i’m grateful to God and all for everything that’s been given, but i’m selfishly wanting more. and i know it’s selfish, but not getting it… i guess i’m just like some spoilt brat who’s having a fit cos she didn’t get what she want. but that’s not really it either. because i was willing to accept all of this before. i don’t know what’s changed now
rushed off after youth to get home, change and head out to ACJC for Restless V which was really really good !
ESTHER I’M REALLY PROUD OF YOU !
(i am so going for restless VI next year.)
the ACJC home crowd is amazing, they cheer so so much. not as in, cheering with words but just whoops and calls. and yeah, they’re super enthu. and super noisy but not in an irritating manner, like they still have concert etiquette and all, they’re just very.. passionate. so are the dancers. the joy of being on stage is just brimming for them, it’s so amazing.
got me thinking-
i had a pang of regret when i walked in to ACJC – it felt like a second home even though i’ve been there less than half a dozen times. but what really hit me after the performance was… that my biggest regret in life isn’t applying to NJ (because i would have been contented in staying in STC then heading to my dream schools, ACSIB or ACJC) but that i gave up ballet.
the best dancer is not the one who enjoys it the most, or the one who can do the most difficult steps, but the one who can do any step and make it look easy, can do any step effortlessly, and most of all, stir up the passion in you to want to emulate her. there was one AC dancer who was in nearly every single performance – she was a ballerina, i learnt later she’d been dancing for 11 years and she was just amazing.
i’ve been dancing for 12 or 13 years i’m not quite sure, out of which 11 were spent tap dancing. if i had stayed on in ballet, that would be 12 or 13 years of ballet.
but i doubt i’d have ever been one of the best dancers. somehow, i just lack that gentleness. i didn’t even manage gymnastics for more than a term. so much for aiming for the Olympics as i used to.
i’ve always been tall, so everyone primed me for netball, my primary school’s niche, and encouraged me into ballet and gymnastics. but i’ve always been terribly intent on getting what i want, and i was never really interested in dedicating my entire life to training, be it for netball or for ballet or gymnastics. maybe someone should have forced me for a longer time. maybe it wasn’t so good to be so good at shrugging anything off, anything at all.
no one thought of putting me in chinese dance, or track. with chinese dance fusing the core values of dance that i go through in tap, as well as elements of ballet, somehow i don’t think i’d have minded it so much. and i’ve realized that tall, skinny dancers have the graceful look even without much effort, and i’ve realized that it looks so good. no wonder they tried to stop me from quitting ballet and gymnastics. i think they figured i’d grow to be tall. and not fat. even though i was a chubby kid. and after discovering my love for running last year, suddenly this year i wondered why no one ever thought of putting me in track. my parents say that as a kid i hated running. somehow i think this is true — i remember doing terribly for 1.6km runs.
debates was the only thing that no one ever suggested to me, and the one thing i’ve always wanted to do. i guess good debaters don’t have any physical characteristics you can identify them by. but i love it still. (:
emo notes aside, i really need to start packing for SMUN.