Memories of Dance.

It's starting to get pretty obvious how much I love Dance & how I can never get over it. 

It's like not getting over a guy for the past 3 years, but this actually seems tougher than getting over some dude.

Off course I shall not begin a long ass story of my Dancing path since young; but I found so many memories of my Secondary Dance life in my cupboard. 

It was a huge stack of stuff & it just made me feel so inspired to get back on my feet.

This was one of the proudest moment of myself & I can never forget all the memories during SYF.
I remember how much time we used to practice; got home late; got scolded by the instructor, but I loved the journey.
The journey of getting scolded; getting pushed; feeling the pain. It was worth it for the Gold Award.
My parents didn't discourage me even though I got so tired & spent lesser time studying.

Dance felt like a part of me that can never ever be taken away even till now.

Looking at these photos makes me recall the happy and angry times we all had. There was so much drama and nuisance; I can't believe how fast time pasts. 

Most of us are going different paths from what I see in Facebook.

I feel proud for those who are continuing Dance now; because I regret quitting. & I never have the courage to get back officially.

This was my first tights I got for Dance in Secondary 1. 

I remember my best friend having the same pattern as mine and we were so happy.

My mum then bought nicer & better quality ones for me as we had to do splits and everything.

Thinking about how much my Mum supported me by getting things for Dance really touched my heart.

 Knee Bandages my Mum got to prevent bruises and even for the feet to slide easily ^^

and after looking through all these; I got inspired to do a little photo-shoot.

It might not be totally a "Dance" theme; I just did what I felt like doing, hehe.

One part of my body that I really take note & love is my feet.
My toes are ugly but whenever I point them; I always remember the first time I started to fall in love with Dance.
It started by Chinese Dance; then Ballet. That's why my feet brings back so much memories.

Oh and yes; this shirt. My first Dance tee. I have been wearing it till now & I don't think I will ever throw it away.
It used to be so huge for me as I was so small sized last time.
Now I wished I would stop growing so I could wear this tee forever.

I got back to insane Dancing today at home; it was so tough. I didn't felt in shape or felt like I belonged in the world of Dance. Why is it that I cannot get over how much I love this? 
I know it's still inside me; but when will I be able to dance like how I used to? I feel like my soul is missing.
Have you guys ever felt this way? Where you have something you love to do but just can't get it back?

One day I will; and I know it very well. I'm starting to exercise and get back to how I used to.
But somehow; the feeling of dancing seems way different than how it used to. Where has all that swag gone to? 
I need more motivation; more inspiration. Somewhere; someone; somehow, I must get back to who I was. 


I must find myself back.