April 1st 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.
