Reality Check.

So this morning I was minding my own business on 163 tryingto get to orientation in one piece when I thought I saw a familiar face in thecrowd. I kept my eye on her, as though the second I peel my eyes away from her,she will fade into the sea of strangers and I won’t see her face again. Theuncouth way she yawned and rubbed her nose, I could have sworn it was her, butit has been close to a decade since we last met, I could not be sure. The bus wewere on was going to pass by where it all begins. I had to know if it was her.

So I decided to alight a stop later to see if she alightswith me. Sure enough, she was behind me. I stood at the bus stop as she crossedthe overhead bridge to Thompson Plaza. It was confirmed. The face in the buswas R. I was a little heart broken when she looked through me as though I wasjust another stranger in the bus, but like I said, it was about a decade agosince I last saw her, clearly im easily forgotten. R and I, we had a past. Wayback when we were divas in diapers, we didn’t like each other. Simple reasonwas because we were like two peas in a pod. We were easily hated, easily hatingand similar personalities.

The first time I mether, it was at Sylvia McCully School of Dancing. I thought she was a snob,acting all

princess-y in front of us during dance camp. But it wasn’t until quitesome time that we outgrew the childishness and became friends thanks to amutual friend. Later on, we even performed in a dance item together. My secondtime performing for the school.

Enough about R. This is not why I wanted to blog in thefirst place. This post is titled “Reality Check”. Seeing R heading to classmakes me upset. Seeing that after so many years, she still carried on withSylvia McCully. Where was I? After 8 years of ballet and when I wasn’t invitedto the adult class what did I do? I simply gave up. Im not sure if I told youthe story about why I didn’t go to her adult class before. I think I did. When Idid my post about ballet. 

On the way home, I stopped by the studio in hopes of seeing my former teachers or maybe Miss Chan, the receptionist. But the doors were locked. I guess they are having another camp. McCully locks the doors during camps because there was once a case of theft. We were all in th studios and our bags were left unattended in the changing rooms. 

But what I really want to say is that I realized thatwhatever I start, I don’t continue. At 9years old, I started guitar. When I graduatedfrom Xinmin Primary, I didn’t bother to continue. L I Started ballet at a tenderage of 5. 8 years later when I was kicked out, I didn’t bother asking why, I didn’tbother finding another school. Well, its high time I really look into my lifeand where im going. Is it where I want myself to be and will I be havinganother “3 Minute project”.