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I only started taking dancing classes about 4 years ago, but my love for dance kindled its first spark as early as six years old. The obsession that ignited this flaming passion started, in fact, not by choice. I was forced to join a dancing competition during my secondary school days. I had so much fun with my friends, gained popularity and confidence, and most importantly, we won the competition. Had we not won, perhaps I would have given up on dancing. In innumerable ways, I am so glad we did. Dancing then became a scalding sensation I wanted to keep and fight for. I have joined cheerleading competitions and ballroom dancing for grand parties. I also spend many hours in a dance studio that I have loyally been a part of. Despite its infancy, I have danced alongside many generations of dancers and teachers.

I get annoyed when people tell me that dancing is just ‘a hobby’ or ‘a form of exercise to lose weight and keep fit’.

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Preparing for showcases, performances, openings, closings, dance videos, and collaborations

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Sweating, falling, enduring, and suffering cuts, bruises, tears…

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Laughing, smiling, crying, screaming, cherishing, regretting…

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Being confused, nervous, lost, excited, hopeful, and amazed…

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The many days I spent with such a low budget I ate the same cheap meal every day before rehearsals…

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The number of hours I used to practise rather than sleep…

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The precious moments I missed when my friends would ask me out only for me to reject them because I was not free…

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The opportunities to display my ability and performance that make it all worthwhile.

 

Even if I never become an amazing professional dancer, I will always work hard for my love. Many times in my dancing life, I wondered if I was wasting my time when I could never be as good as everyone else—in technical skill, performance, team management, formations, and among many things. I also wondered how I should balance technique and skill versus individuality and creativity—when I was told that I was like either a robot who only memorized steps or a crazy person who had no control or rhythm.

 

At the end of the day, I strive for improvement in myself because dancing is a tool of expression for me. To be able to express myself to the fullest, I have to sharpen my skills. I want to be in touch with my happy, energetic power and swag as well as my soft, sensitive and genuine fragility. But without a doubt, I dance because I enjoy everything about it and I am willing to work for it.

 

Dancing has made me a better person in too many ways to count. I’ve become more confident, creative, expressive, cooperative, and not to mention fit, healthy, strong, and flexible. In the process of all the hard work, blood, sweat, and tears, I found purpose. Though perfection is impossible, I, and my many like-minded friends, see progress in me. I, in turn, see progress with my talented friends. I will keep the fire going for as long as I live, no matter what happens. With that, I am happy, proud, hopeful, alive, and inextinguishable.

 

Edited by: Gordon Lo

Much love to: Cherry Lee, who never gives up on me. Thank you for all the memories in 2Live.

 

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