Are you scared?
Well, I’m not. I can’t wait for it to come.
When I’m old, i can set up my career and earn big bucks!
But, that’s not my dream that i’ve always been waiting for.
T1A1 peeps, do you guys still remember whats my dream?
I said i wanted to be a director. But that’s not it anymore.

No matter what job I get, Director or People assistant.
No matter whether I’m a rich ass or a beggar.

My only dream is to live with my girl in our very own house.

Small or big. It’s alright. As long as it’s our house.

We would walk together place to place, hand in hand, choosing our apartments. When we finally step into the house we chose together, we would imagine our future lives in this very house and scream in joy and harmony. I would hug her and swing her round and round-still screaming in joy. Next, we will choose our furniture. We may have different likings, be it color, texture, price and size. But that’s perfectly fine, we aren’t clones. We will understand and give in to each other. Choosing furniture may take days, weeks or even months! But i believe those will be sweet memories that we’ll never forget. We are building our own house. Next up, we have to give our house a color! A color that signifies the both of us. A happy color. We would then get so excited after we chose the color. We would rush down to the nearest shop in our neighborhood to buy our paint bucket and painting brushes! After we get back, we would rip open the bucket immediately. I would dipped the roller in the bucket vigorously and you would nag at me for doing that. You would teach me the proper way to do it and i would smile and watch you as you teach me (but actually nothing is going in my head). I would then crawl up behind you and start painting your beautiful dress. You would scream and start painting my big nose. We will chase each other and end up soaked in paint. We will have lots of fun. As we watch our furniture arriving piece by piece, our smiles grow wider and wider. Our house is being pieced out bit by bit. If our hearts have faces, i bet they would be crying, out of joy. After the BIG tiring day, i would then piggyback you into our room, and jump into our big bouncy bed. Kiss you goodnight and off we go to our lalaland!

Have you ever felt the happiness to wake up in the morning and see your loved one just beside you, with her eyes closed, taking deep breaths in and smiling in her sweet dreams? How amazing is that.

To me, that’s my dream.
Under one roof, with you (:

You have always been an inspiration to me.

Scary?
This is goth rock.
Bringing out emotions within you.
Turning it into power.
Pieces of dark music.
Keyboard intensive.
Accompanied with heavy guitar and drumming.
Singer releases hidden emotions beneath them.
Connection between his/her soul and God.
Influential.

You may reject this genre of music.
But,
Stare in the mirror.
Reflect.
Conflict.
Betrayal.
You do have a dark side.
Slowly taking over your soul.

Standing on your toes for just 10 seconds. Can you?

3 years old, she started. Now for whom she is, I’m most proud of her.

We are all born flexible, able to touch our toes while standing, able to do splits. As we grow older, our bones grow bigger and our joints stiffen up. The next time you try to do your split again, you realize you can’t do it anymore.

However, unlike anyone else, she chose to remain flexible. 3 years old, she went to the dance studio and said she wanted to learn ballet. From then on, she was stretching almost everyday. Before class, she would wear her stockings and squeeze her tiny feet into the ballet shoes and tie the shoes’ ribbons on her leg tightly. Each time the teacher asked her to tiptoe, she went off balance. Failures upon failures, she did not give up. Overtime, she improved, tremendously.

Exams came.

Just as you are thinking ballet exams are just about examiners grading only your dance, you are wrong. Ballerinas have to run in the examination room in a glorious way, 4 at a time, lined up in a row from shortest to tallest before the examiners’ eyes. Ballerinas have to hold their skirts and bend down to greet the examiners together; this action is called curtsey. If they fail to greet the examiners in chorus, they will be marked down. Ballerinas must treat their examiners like queens. Any slightest mistakes, ballerinas will be deemed as having bad discipline and will be marked down.

Grade by grade, she went through the exams, one even tougher than the other, passion-driven. It’s something not just any girl can do it.

A lot of people say that ballerinas have the most ugly legs. Yes, they have cube-shaped leg muscles. Yes, they have nails, which are not well maintained. And yes, they have bruises everywhere. But to me, she has the most beautiful pair of legs I could ever find. They reflect the tough road that a ballerina had been through; reflect how tough and mentally strong a girl can be, even much stronger than a guy.

She is now a ballet teacher, at the age of 17. She still continues to learn ballet and challenge her limits.
She is easily the most amazing ballerina I’ve met.
Each time I see her dance in the ballet studio, her moves, her facial expressions never fail to touch my heart.

She makes me realize how beautiful Ballet really is.

I’m really proud of her. She knows that.