The P word.
written @ 02:55 on Saturday, Aug. 23, 2008

You know it's late when everyone else has left the studio and all that is left is the handful of dancers.
You know it's late when you write 2349 and sign your name.
You know it's late when your friend has been waiting in the car for ages.
You know it's late when you tap your card at CFA and it reads 23:53, WELCOME!
You know it's late when there are no more buses home.
You know it's late when your friend calls at 00:34:13 and you're still on the way home.
You know it's late when you step into a pitch-dark house and everyone is fast asleep, even the dog.
You know it's late when there's a bun and 3 sushis from this morning left on the table - your dinner for the day which has just passed.
You know it's late when you step into your parent's room and hear soft snoring.
You know it's late when you have to bathe in the other toilet because you don't want to wake your parents up.


Today reminded me of PASSION. A big word? Indeed.

Why do I keep on dancing? Year after year after year. Even when I've numerous blisters and floor burns and bruises. Even when my knees hurt and my muscles scream "STOP! I NEED REST!". When my body feels like it's gonna collapse and I just wanna crawl into bed and sleep.

Passion.

Why do I stay in school late and oftentimes forfeit outings with friends? To dance and perfect and polish that one move. The uncountable hours of practice and rehearsals, all for that 6 minutes on stage. And no one sees the work off stage.

Passion.

I think today I saw the true meaning of passion. Not in me alone, but in the many who were still around, even at 11pm.


Is it all worth it? Yes, I'd say.

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