Walkin' into Fullness











{May 23, 2010}   Parents….

Today I felt the depth of my parents’ love for me…. and I am so moved beyond words.

Couldn’t stop tearing as I put down the phone on mum.
I really miss them a lot.
And just hearing how much they wanna support me… I just couldn’t take it. I need to work hard to make them proud… I need to be able to provide for them in future.



I felt like I haven’t blogged in ages, and I was a bit shocked to see that only 20 days has passed. I realize the days feel longer when so much is going on. I injured my left ribs almost 3 weeks ago, and I couldn’t dance or walk properly for 2 weeks, and I was in an immense amount of pain. I felt like an old lady ‘cuz it took me a couple of minutes each night to gently ease myself into bed. It was almost hilarious.

But I learnt so much about myself in that 2 weeks of pain.. despite being super grumpy and depressed… and I want to count the things I can give thanks for.

Things I learnt:

1. Dancing gives me a high and an exhilaration that I never realize until i momentarily lost the ability to dance.

2. Dancing IS important to me. I thought I could do without it… well…

3. God always have a reason for allowing things to happen even when you have freakin’ no idea why.

4. I learn to watch and observe… and not just move. It’s amazing how much you actually start noticing.

5. God DOES answer prayers… no matter how weak you feel when you’re prayin ’em.

Got reminded about how Peppy must have felt when she injured her eye and she had to wear a dreaded collar that was so burdensome.

I got a crazy number of things to rejoice about too:

1. My anatomy teacher, Susan, who’s also a chiropractor, gave me free checkups and ultrasound therapy treatments for free. She’s a really generous and kind soul, and mummies all the dancers. Love her to bits… and her 3 dogs too. Hee.

2. I was shown a lot of grace and love by my SODS friends and staff, and also for caring staff like Becky, who drove me for checkups… really moved by her big heart.

3. For people back home and here who kept praying with me, and loving on me during the blues.

4. That I ACTUALLY got better suddenly last weekend, just before our last guest artist came this week. Perfect timing. But i’ll rather think it was God who allowed that. I used to be skeptical about divine healing and stuff… but I’m starting to really believe that God did do something. The ease in the pain was a bit too sudden… anyhow, I don’t understand it, but i’m grateful. Haha

After our showing of the new reggae/modern piece that Steve taught us 🙂 I love this piece... it's a light hearted one about rejoicing 'cuz Jesus is your best friend.

Our guest artist... Steve Rooks from New York! He's truely amazing. I love the way he teaches, imparts and nurtures each student.

Peace out for now….

This is random.. but i’m suddenly thinking bout the dance gals back home. Excited for them that GDOP is coming and they’ll be dancing for this huge event. What a God-given opportunity. More, God… more!



She lay quietly in the darkness, eyes wide open as she reflected on the day. The coldness of the ice pack against her ribs was perhaps what was keeping her so wide awake…
It had been a long day, much like the ones before it.
Restlessness has been creeping in lately, despite the busyness of school work and lectures and workshops.
A yearning to be able to speak with beloved friends overseas… face to face and not just through emails that she could barely find time to reply. A yearning to love once more and be loved in return. A yearning to be healed soon, both inside and out.

She sighed.
How long, O God…?

Something resounded in her heart tonight. Watching two friends choreograph a duet phrase, and then hearing a piece of beautiful music sit right in with the movements as they put the two together for the first time. Sheer beauty brought forth in a moment of chance. Perhaps choreographers keep doing what they do because they are addicted to this feeling… an almost indescribable quiet euphoria as music and movement melt into one, supporting gently yet firmly, and giving voice to each other.

She smiled.

Perhaps it was naive. But she decided that she was gonna make that a life long aim. To create works of art that would move the hearts of men, to create beauty that would turn the eyes of men to the heart of the ultimate creator.

It’s bed time…



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