Why I attend dance concerts.

Well, have I mentioned that… I love performing? Or that I discovered the joy of dancing since I was in P6? I have a love-hate relationship with dance concerts. Watching them makes me incredibly happy and then also impossibly jealous.

I don’t know what I’m after. I know that as I take the stage I feel adrenaline coursing through my veins. I know that I’m often excited, not intimidated, by the crowd. This is perhaps the extrovert side of me: I do draw energy from the people around me.

I know that I enjoy moving my body. I enjoy the challenge of moving a muscle and keeping the other still. I enjoy the forcefulness behind every smooth motion. I like the amount of action which really goes on behind the performance.

I grew up amongst friends who thought little of dancing (even if they do ‘dance’ and make a big fool of themselves in clubs these days). Is that why I never picked it up?

I found myself in schools which thought little of offering dance for guys. Is that why I never found other friends?

I was tuition, piano lessons adverse. Is that why I never looked up dance studios?


I enjoyed my brief encounter with cha-cha. But never really had a partner I would be comfortable with being uncomfortable with. Many of them didn’t know how to dance, the one who did… well… haha.

I don’t know where this muse brings me. I know I came to a conviction while watching.

I may not be dancing today, but there are a few other things I am doing.
If I had any regrets, it’s in not pursuing them.

Hence I shall pursue them well, in other words, do my best in the things I’m doing.



ICG is out of question though, the cheek of them to arrange Frisbee and captain’s ball on Sunday.
How to play sia. Need to teach Sunday school.

Which also made me think:
Christians out there pursue various passions with minimal conflict to their faith. Have I accepted too many responsibilities… and lost my chance to do the same?