its a very bad weekend to start with. my body's been aching badly from intense workout. dance and badminton. and still i can't stop yet. tomorrow's gonna be another intense 11am-11pm WORK day. SUN-day never felt so gloomy before. but i'll survive (=
anyways, i had a really inspiring and meaningful talk with my dance instructor. its hard to explain but it helps motivate me to take my
passion in dance to a new level. thanks alot and i really appreciate it. but sometimes i keep thinking;
is dance really my passion?i was watching this show and i like one part of it. it was between a father and son aged 19. father was a murderer. son knows that his father was a murderer and was caught in the end but son still tried to protect his father via any means. but the question is why?
~i guess its still your dad afterall.
and he called. and i cant even ask a simple 'how are you?' . i really miss him.
