Things going on with life (cont’)
Things going on with life recently –
2. Dance
The annual performance is coming up (only one day, on the 16th of January). This year I will be joining Allen To’s Hip Hop (level 1… why did it become level 1…?) and Siu May’s Jazz Funk (open level)… to my bemuse people were openly shocked by my choices, because I wasn’t going to join either Bo or Leung’s AP class; I’m trying to kick the annoying loyal nature, a.k.a. “change resistance” out of me.
Hopefully I would find the determination to actually practice the routines, because last year it was apparent I didn’t give a ____ (after years of swearing in my writing, I’m trying to eliminate my usage of profanity completely). A small but significant part of me envied the younger girls when I watch them practice the chorography they’ve learnt during the training course, expanding their dance vocabulary and body flexibility. However I knew I can no longer devote so much of my time into dancing because I’m all grown up now; I have obligations (e.g….?).
Sure when people asked me what classes I go regularly, I would answer “4, Friday to Monday” and it sounded like I go pretty often. But since almost every week one or two of them would be cancelled because the tutor had other engagements, I probably only go to two classes per week on average… I can go to other classes instead but then I would think I should save the money and use the time to study instead.
3. Parents
One day I got a call from my mom, and she said she had good and bad news. Bad news was, she probably is going to move in with me (“that’s not bad news mom”). Good news was my father had somehow told her that if Jennifer (me) likes writing, then she should go for it (@@?!!?!!). He emphasized that I should write fiction, not the news or editorial stuff… I was nevertheless shocked (what happened that made him change his mind?), thrilled and then thought the permission came eight years too late, because I might have been able to do something about it.
The realistic side of me caught up almost immediately and I understood why my father said only “fiction” was the way to go – because it didn’t require brilliant language skills. I distinctly remember him saying that Harry Potter wasn’t well written and maybe he thought there was probably a chance (like 0.01%) that I could come up with something like Harry Potter… =__=. Anyway it was still something to be ecstatic about; too bad for me that I don’t read or write as much as I used to.
Told Vincent and Steven (“yea we thought that was weird too”), Apple (someone who loves writing too) and Kamma (someone who was kind enough to tell me I have a talent to in and kept on encouraging me to write again)… so that was why I promised myself to write more.