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Where there is a right, there is a remedy. Where there is a crime, there is a story.
One day remedies wiil be used up, while stories will always go on.



Saturday, March 27, 2010

Just Another Dream


For the past 18 years, I have always buried a little pleasure in my mind. To taste every kind of cheese all over the world may be one, and to drive a caterpillar maybe another one. But dancing is something that I would do unconsciously, somehow, the one that I even didn't understand I was totally carried away when having all those moves.

I remember the day after each mid-terms in junior high, when I got home, I would let the music put on in portable stereo in my room which was also my stage and all of my joints and muscles would be enliven by each beat and each rhythm. This was the way I released all the tension and stress. And the way I would bring myself to life. I was so rejoiced that I started to create my own moves even which actually looked quite silly for pro. Nobody taught me how to dance, and it seemed that none of my family would see dancing as one of their hobbies. I didn't know who set the fire on my desire to dance. Probably this is the gift that God gave to to enjoy one more pleasure in my lifetime to learn, to enjoy and to appreciate.

My big brother told me having the ability to appreciate one thing is happiness. If you can see something as a treasure which someone else see as a trash, you become happier. That's because you know how to cherish and how to appreciate.

Unfortunately, dream may be forgotten from time to time, especially when you're freaking involved in the so-called bread and butter. Anyway, after roughly four or five years which my life was just full of a moutain of textbooks, exams and crap, I took back my dream from lost-and-found. I found the flow through my veins again. I found the feeling when the bass hit a beat on my heart again.

I'm blessed to appreciate lots of cool things in my life.

Firstly, drawing, then table tennis, basketball, English, rap, music, moonwalk, graffiti, beatbox, English speech and now dancing. None of this, mostly, can be seens as a career which parents will be proud of. And none of which I can call myself a pro. But I know how to love them, just like the way I do to my friends. As long as I do have passion, I can play big and dream big.

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