Remember Sad Saturday?

So if you had read my previous post, you would have noted how bitter I was about being unable to afford the exam fees for Ballet. However, if you think that I would be moping at home, feeling sorry for "my own sad little ass", then you don't know me well enough. *chuckles*

I was sad, distraught, blah blah blah. So last Sunday I spoke with my other 3 ballet friends and Monsieur Anthony after Ballet Class. And Finally. Worked. Out. A. Solution.

Coaching class will start mid-may, I simply can't wait. The fees are near half the price I would have needed to pay if I attended via the Dance School. And currently, with the diet I'm on, and spending less on materialistic items, I would be able to save up to pay continuously.

And a year ago, I would have just backed off and cry over this little set back. But now I just hold on to one train of thought. When I first danced at the age of 4, and when I finally get to dance after so long.... The feeling is the same. I am never letting this chance slip from me again.

If you have a dream so deep, a love so great, and a chance though slim, but present... You would understand my drive. No doubt, undoubtedly.

Sad Saturday

I went for my ballet tryouts today. I've passed Anthony's grading to be considered as a student for Grade 3 Ballet Exams. Unfortunately, I can't afford to pay for the training fees, much less the coaching fees and the examination fees.

Why does it still boils down to finances stopping me? AGAIN.

My mom thought I was depressed because I couldn't make it, then I just told her that it's not that I failed, its that I can't afford to pay for the fees. She snorted at me and said: "I told you right from the start, arts, music and dance is all rich people's stuff. Know your place and status."

And I'm just bitter.

Very bitter.

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The Heart Song

Because I just had my first lesson in Music from a friend.

Focus!

An old piece of work that I've done last week. My Boss was hinting that my colleague and I are getting plump. (Side tidbit: if you Google "plump fat" to see if I've the correct spelling... All you'll get is porn results. And I realized that there's a market for me out there! Just kidding!)

So I did up this quick piece and posted on Facebook. My Boss, after 4 months of hiatus, logged on to Facebook to clear all accusation by saying he wasn't implying anything at all. My colleague and I were like... YEAH RIGHT.

Recently my skin problems are acting up. So I'm scratching all over, and I broke the skin on my back. Which prompted me to consult a doctor today. Blood is usually a key factor of me moving my lazy and miserly bottom to a clinic. That and I don't want to have it spreading again. Plus the fact that I'm taking Ballet, and two weeks before I tore my toe nail off... Dang, I'm getting clumsy and neglecting my health again. Tsk. (No, I ain't gonna say Black Swan, I ain't no schizophrenia-mania!)

I'm happier lately though work and family have a few hurdles from time to time, but without the bitter, how do we appreciate the sweet? And during the last ballet class, we danced a little. And that was enough to make me smile every.single.time I recall that little sweet piece of memory.

Tee hee...

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