I ponder about things, can get quite morbid, theres a possibility that i want everything, everything & anything, but attaining everything is close to impossible, heck, it is impossible.
So sue me.

Mum: Have you eaten your medicine?
Me: Yes, i have.
*she asked me this exact same question again*
(I'm not sure if old age has already caught up with her,
or does she even bother listening to me.)

Mum: Have you eaten your medicine?
Me: Yes, i have.
Mum: When?
Me: I took them in the afternoon alr, for now, haven't
*it was nearly midnight*
Mum: Why haven't took them?
Me: Didn't actually had the time to, & i want to eat before i take them.
Mum: Wah, then like that i hope you'll faint again.

We spoke in malay & this is a brief translation, but still..

Like. W.T.F

I love my mum i really do,
but sometimes i just have this deep hatred
on how she parents me.

She just doesn't get it.
Dance is a passion,
its like how scientist devote their lives to science,
its like how Aaron is transferring to NAFA despite knowing the consequences. (lol)

"Its your daughter's passion.
Can't you just let her do what
she does best & accept that."

Yes, i do have my ups & downs,
collapsing due to overworking,
falling ill due to insufficient food.
But i get back up.
I never let those be a barrier to what
i love most.
I get back up straight & continue on what i so love doing.
Now, does that tell you anything?
Anything? Not even an idea?

As of now, dance is important,
& without that, i'm not me.

I have trainings till late nights,
most days.
& when i say i'm in practice, i am.

He just accompanied me back home that day.
It ain't a sin, is it?
Cos kill me if it is, seriously.

I'd rather have some faith entrusted in me
or none at all,

& the latter,
....sowhatforbeyourdaughterwhenican'tevenbeme.