Dance to express

April 1^st started with a clear blue sky and a warm sunshine. I was not trying to fool anyone that day. Instead, as an event coordinator, my department was having a one-of-a-kind performance- The Night of Turkish. Planning for almost four months; practicing for about one and a half month. I chose dancing to represent myself.

I was inspired by Robert Muraine when senior high, and being captivated irresistibly in the realm of dance from then on. At first, I was a noob in doing this(well, still is lmao), but I ain’t quit, regardless of taunting from friends, sneering from upperclassmen, indifference from passersby, and even disapproval from parents, I gotta do what I gotta do, for it is what I’m fond of doing that counts.

Few years more roll by, from boos to nodding to amazement, how the audience act directly “reflect” the decent quality that you’ve made as well as your improvement. Dancing is a sort of a language without doing the talking. Every of your motion tells, sometimes affection; sometimes anguish, sometimes ecstasy. Dancing is a process  that you share the sentiments toward people, and make them feel you, or even rippled with you. Thus I feel confident and gay whenever I dance.

After all, I dance to express; not to impress.


 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dee_vy4PdTQ&feature=youtu.be
Though lots to be desired, I made some footnotes of my own life.

Departure

When she suffers serious difficulties in life, she'll cry. She'll turn to me, hold me tightly and tremble in my arms. Her tears will deepen through my clothes and my broad chest into my heart, converging into a stream flowing in my body everlasting, and that's how we got acquainted--- sharing sorrows as friends did. But I was thrown into close contact with her irrevocably from then on, or briefly, totally captivated.
  
Add love, and a person might do something crazy; add love, and all the lines between right and wrong were bound to disappear. Crowded ourselves in the bed, she tilts her fair body against mine, soft as snow, as if she would melt anytime. The air mingles with harmony and affection, and she then presses an ardent, lingering kiss upon my lips. The intonation and words spoken by her are full of sweetness, just like her roaming tongue, casting exhilaration and enchantment upon my vulnerable heart. I sincerely believe our love will sprout, and grow and last forever.

Until... .

Until I woke up, and it suddenly dawned on me that it has been years since we broke up as soon as I saw that faded picture hung lonely on the wall, for you said you would have a more desirable life and then headed toward the States. We gradually drifted apart, as if nothing had happened between us, period.

The one I love, still throbbing me in my dream.

Etiological Myth: Why Satan Betrayed Jesus(Adapted)

Back in the old days, Jesus once brought thirty six disciples including Satan himself to the submontane place and bid each of the followers take a pebble with them and headed to the mountain top. But greedy Satan took an extremely big one with him, for he thought Jesus would turn the stone into the same size of a bun.

They made it there toilfully, despite the trials and tribulations.

Upon seeing the exhausted disciples, Jesus then proclaimed, “Diligent as you fellows were should be acclaimed and prized.” He continued, “Now throw the pebble as far as you can, then you’ll get as gigantic a size as the bun is.” As a result, Satan had starved for the whole night because his huge stone couldn’t be thrown far.

The people launched their subsequent journey on the second day. At the middle of the road, disciples were told by Jesus to lift up one huge rock. Every disciple spared no efforts to raise it up, let the sweat deepened into the clothes and wet the whole body. But clever Satan wouldn’t let Jesus to play trick on him for second time. So he picked up a tiny pebble with a grin, as if celebrating his own winning. Then here came another rugged mountain that they ought to conquer.

They made it there toilfully, despite the trials and tribulations.

Upon seeing the exhausted disciples, Jesus then proclaimed, “Diligent as you fellows were should be acclaimed and prized.” He continued, “Now you’ll get a bun as the same size of the stone you lifted up.” Radiant as the disciples smiles were, they champed on their buns gaily, except Satan, His tiny bit couldn’t even fill the vacant of a tooth. Needless to say, Satan had starved for the other night.

There goes the other mountain stood firmly in front of them at day three. Spectacular yet dreadful, this mountain was the one the fellows had ever seen before. But they wouldn’t give up, striding and wading through the serpentine paths and finally made their way to the zenith.

Upon seeing the exhausted disciples, Jesus then proclaimed, “Diligent as you fellows were should be acclaimed and prized.” He continued, “Now please do pick two little pebbles with the same size, and I’ll tell you what to do next.” Satan knew what exactly Jesus was up to, so he picked up an extremely small pebble in one hand, and lifted up a gigantic one on the other, for he could get either huge buns with any of the stones on his hands, Satan narrowed his eyes with beaming smiles.

“My fellows,” Jesus said, “for those who has accompanied me for these days and nights, should be granted such special and magnificent presents … .” Jesus continued determinedly, ”That these two pebbles, would become your testicles from now on and even afterlife, take care and have a nice day!“

So Satan betrayed Jesus.

(It’s only an adapted story, please forgive me if there’s any offense.)

What a capricious woman

She is a capricious woman.
She is hot, but she cries a lot.
She doesn't care about what people think of her, she just does what she wants.

Thus that makes her sometimes like a ticking bomb. Once explodes, it is always the people around it that is irritated or even gets hurt. But sometimes she is just like a deity who cups you up in her hands with the tender love.

We greet at each other in every morning, dining together. She is quiet, rarely talks, but that doesn't mean she is speechless, she just likes to show her sentiments by expression more. And I can easily tell how she feels in anytime for she isn't used to hide her feelings.

She shows her mood of the clear blue sky and the warm sunshine for about 10% of the time.
She shows her unlimited passion and enthusiasm with flaming heat for about 30% of the time.
She sobs and sheds tears with icy indifference for the remaining 60% of the time.

Yes, most of the times she cries, and I have no idea how to do with it. Beads of tears glide down and wet her cheeks, and then damp her clothes, so does mine. Sometimes I would cross my fingers and pray for calm and peace for her, but that seems not working at all.

After all, she is the weather in Taipei, a capricious woman. *sigh*