Sunday, February 12, 2012

"It's easy to take off all your clothes and have sex.
People do it all the time.
But opening up your soul to someone,
Letting them into your spirit, thoughts, fears,
future, hopes, dreams ....
That's being naked .... ♥ ~"

By Rumi


My friend shared this quote on facebook today, and I totally loved it, and agreed with it. 


As we grow older, what used to be so important to us no longer become as important anymore.


I still remember the first time I held a hand of my first boyfriend, first time we kissed, first time we spent the morning together.....


I had a time in my past that I can't be proud of myself for doing so, having different partners just coz I wanted some company. I just wanted someone to love me, and tell me that I worth something, and sex just came along with it. 


But I remember when I got back on my own two feet, and met a boy that I could love again, I remember how special it felt, how happy it made me feel, just having that one kiss, and be held in his arms. The back boning moments, and heart off in the stars flying everywhere. Special feeling like that does not come by with having a sex with a person you only know so little about. 


Kissing a person is not that hard, and having sex with someone is not that hard either. But showing who you are, to the people you are 100% comfortable with, can be a rare opportunity. But if you are one of those fortunate people that does have a friend or a partner you could share yourself and be as naked as yourself like that, then keep it. They worth more than anything in your life. 


Some that you truly care about, are the people that you want to share not only the happy moments but sad moments too. People that will cry with you coz you are sad, people that will smile for you just coz you are happy. I don't believe anyone can live by themselves, like is too beautiful to waste like that.


Now the other day, a friend of mine, Bryan posted this on his blog


"Have you ever risked something important to yourself for something that was unimportant to yourself? How did it turn out? Did you enjoy the experience? And if you have never done it, would you ever do it?"


I love having conversations like this with my friends. It's a type of conversations I have with some of my very close friends on a random occasion at any of the day, especially with a cup of hot drink on sunny warm day (so typical of dunedin, hot drinks are always an essential even on a nice day!). 


Now I had to think about this for a while, and I think it's all about what you consider important in this world, like for instance, if importance is dependent on what is required in your life in order for myself to live, then things like dancing, which I love to bottom of my life, can still be unimportant. I think I can stop dancing any day if I wanted to, but I just choose not to coz I like dancing. And my friends will always mean a lot to me, but I'm not going to deny now that I've used dancing as an excuse and ditched a few events before.


My life in NZ was perfect, with friends I loved, in a country that I loved, that is definitely something that is important to my life. But then I left all that behind to go to Singapore, to have a "stable job". It may be important, but then looking back now, having a "good" job is nothing as important as having a happy lifestyle. In that case, is it considered that I made a risk of something important for something not important? But then coming back to Japan now this time around is incredibly much easier than when I came here 2 years ago. I'm more confident with moving myself around, and talking to people. I was even lost to shop around last time, and got lost if I had wanted to try anything at the shop or ask a question, and I'm def more comfortable using Japanese. So at the end of the day, the life in Singapore is an important experience that was necessarily for me to go through despite how crap the time over there was.


And then there is also an occasion, when once again in my rather shame-less year, I risked my friendship over a night of comfort. I deliberately kept away from my friends and told about it to none so they won't let go of me, but at the end of the day, I knew I was doing something I can never tell my parents about,  and will not be too happy to tell my friends either. Yet I still keep on doing it just for the little selfishness of keeping myself a bit happy.


So the question of which Bryan had asked, is all dependent on how you look at thing, my personal opinion is that there is nothing in this time that is "unimportant". It's just that some things are little more meaningful to you than another. What we should be more considerate is what is most important to us and keep that to our hearts, give us daily reminders about how fortunate we are to have something that means so much to us.


Be it friends, families, partners, pets, or little memories.


Nothing in this life is meaningless, everyday should be lived to maximize the opportunities that was given to us. 

Saturday, February 4, 2012

On The Jet Plane, A Far Far Away.....


So so, I’ve finally made my escape.  Out of the country that I wanted to leave since the day 1 of being on that country. I guess that’s not TOO true. I was excited once, about being in Singapore, but only for 1 week, and not much longer.

Last 2 weeks in Singapore has been the best time I’ve had over my whole time over there. I had amazing friends that I wanted to hang around with, and pushing everything I needed to do aside so I can! Late night dinners, chats, sheesha, any excuse to keep on hanging around really. It kind of felt like I was back in NZ again, driving around on a car, having dinner at friend’s, just watching a movie or playing games at friend’s are some of the things that was not possible at all other non-local friend’s place. Ah the joy of “no visitors allowed” owners.

I was wondering what it would be like to come back to Japan again. After being in Singapore, I def got used to the city life, whether I like it or not.  And now being in Japan once again, it doesn’t feel any different to being in Singapore. Actually, Singapore might be better in a way that it was safer to walk around and no parents to stop me from taking risks.

Oh do I miss the dancing til 2am and the late night suppers already. I’ve been looking up dancing venues to go to when I can get the opportunity to go to, and it looks like I got 2 choices at the moment

1) No dancing at all
2) Take 2 hours trip per way to go out just for a dance.

Well, 2 hours seems like it’ll worth it at the moment. Considering the fact that my parents will NEVER let me go to the one that I could reach in less than an hour. Damn it.

I already miss the WCS every night. I can’t even dance in the house at the moment oz of how bloody cold it is. I’m struggling to even WALK in the house. And you think Singapore doesn’t have enough land space for houses, but JAPAN? Oh man, the size of the houses over here!!!! I honestly wonder how in the hell the family of 4 can live here permanently. Therefore, dancing space is becoming rather hard to gather. I miss the feeling of the dance floor, the full length mirrors, EVERYTHIGN about dancing. And this is only day 3 in Japan.

Good golly, how am I going to live for the next 4 months?

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Jealousy

It's stupid to feel jealousy towards pro dancers.

They have more than a bit of experience than you, and talent than you, and spent more hours practicing than you.

Yet I can't stop wishing that I could dance like them, blasting the floor.

For me, dancing better is not to show off (well, most of the time), but it's about having to do ANYTHING that I want to do exactly the way I imagined in my mind or even better.

But also, there is a part of me that can't tolerate being just an average dancer again. I want to be better, I want to be the girl that everyone want to watch again.

I want to stand in fornt of the mirror, and practice my moves again.

I want critiques.

I want the adrenalines of the competitions.

I want to be out there again.

I want to live the life of my other dream.

I WANT TO DANCE

Friday, January 27, 2012

Ceroc

For all my dancing life, I absolutely endured Ceroc. I just couldn't think of a life without dancing ceroc.

I also do love bachata, but it was a completely different world when compared to Ceroc. Ceroc was a social dancing, and to dance with anyone. Bachata was to melt myself into the music and fall in love all again.

Yet, looking at those clips from ceroc, my heart doesn't pounder anymore. The oohs and ahhs and the glamours I used to see in ceroc is not there anymore. When I get back onto the dance floor, there is still no other dancing that puts me on a high as much as ceroc does.

I can jump, I can fly, I can slide, I can do anything.

Yet, there is part of me that wants to more. I want to be up there with the professionals.



Dancing is still my hobby, but dancing in a little island isn't enough anymore. I want more.

Dancing WCS and Salsa and bachata, they all taught me that you need technicalities to dance better. Just having a passions is not enough. Ceroc may be free, but that also means there are no basics. Seeing Chuck Brown in real life really doesn't help either. Even the way he warms up, you can tell instantly the difference between any Cerocers, and triggers my want for being better.

knowing that I can hit the beat better, knowing that I can feel the music better than those teachers on those dvd's that I used to admire, I am being more and more greedy.

I wish I had a partner again. I wish that I had a partner that can read every moves that I want.

I want to be out there, to burn the floor once again.

I look back at the piles of my old Ceroc notes of moves. And remember those days that manhattan was a pretty and an awesome move, and swan dip was a extremely hard execution. I wonder where those days has gone....



But am I wanting to be better to be on the top for Ceroc? I don't know... I truly don't know.....

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Confused

Sometimes, I wish things were as clear as black and white.

I wish we didn't had to make decisions, or given decisions to make choices.

Sometimes I deliberately make mistakes knowing it's a mistake.

But I still keep on making false choices.

I thought I made my decision when I left NZ that I won't make the same mistake again. But yet, I make same mistake over and over.

I thought part of growing up is that you learn from your own mistakes.

But I guess I still choose to make mistakes to not teach myself.....

Thursday, January 19, 2012

A Little Lonely

A lot of the times, I'm happy living my life.

Having good friends, having good company and having a loving family. I really can't ask for more.

Yet, I miss you.

I miss you a lot.

When I'm with my friends, I'm ok.

But when I get an email from you to find out that I missed you again, I can't help feeling the hollowness in my heart.

I want to see you, I want to kiss you, I want to be in your arms.

I don't know when I get to see you again.

And all I want to do is to wake up in your arms everyday.

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you....

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Mr. P


A man gets off the mrt, with a bouquet of roses in his arms. I imagine who his lucky girl may look like....

 As I sat down in the mrt, and then I see a man on my left, sitting right in middle of two seats, hogging both of them. Then I see a ring on his finger and imagine what kind of unlucky girl he got hold of.....

I got an email today, a colleague from the chocolate factory. We used to have big times back then. Drinks almost every weekend and partied hard in every occasion. We did some "off" stuff together too. like going to watch the cage fighting right up at front seat, going for a drive to Wanaka to see the Birds over Wanaka (a warbird air show), and trip to bluff oyster festival. I won't deny that I did have a little crush on him back then. But we were to much of a

"eeeeew workmates????"

to give it a chance.

Just plain "P" is what we used to call him. It def helped me cos his full name was too hard to pronounce when I first heard!! And how awkward/funny it was to work beside him when he became my manager, and how hard it was to not call him "P" at work anymore.... Good memories though.

The OompaLoompa and I used to give him crap about how he gets "beer goggles". His lady of his dreams were a tall slender model like lady, high demanding to keep him company and tall enough to match his height. But with the goggles on..... Yeah, no comment!!

I knew he had a serious gf before and we even spotted him with her over and over with her even after they broke up. And he used to say

"there is nobody in the world like her, she is the only person that I ever wanted".

He def loved her with all he had. Minus his love and devotion for his work which ruined their relationship!

But yes, this man called "P", I was so happy to receive a news that he is getting married. And getting married next month!! And so typically of him to decide to invite me when it's only 2.5 weeks away!! Only if I was still in Singapore it was before I booked my departure flight then I would have given him a straight yes!!

He is one heck of a great man (and nice looks, and god damn on my spot perfume preference!! And how torturing it was to have meeting with him in a small room!!), and I can't be happier about this great news.

Yet I feel a little sad for the sake that another one of my ex-always a free spirit single friend is going to be on a leash....!

Def not a jealousy as such like "I wanted you!!" but more like a girl who got her teddies taken off her. I do love him, but def 100% as a good friend, and it feels a little lonely to know that he does have his own life and he's going forwards!!

Either way, CONGRATULATIONS Mr.P!