all of a sudden, i am reminded that 4 years ago (gosh has it really been that long), on this very day, was syf.
i still remember, as we walked through the lobby of kallang theatre, how i felt so proud to be from nanyang chinese dance, if only for the costumes. we all looked so classy, so dignified, so beautiful compared to the rest.
i remember, as we assembled outside the dance studio early that morning, we did our own rendition of daidao's music. we sang the whole thing through, all 7 minutes of the music.
i remember, we got our pink bimbo jackets on that day.
i remember, a row of us that included rebecca and meiling and i-dunno-who-else did the flashing thing one by one in front of the mirror because the zip of the jacket was so easy to pull open.
i remember, vp chew stood on the podium and told everyone there to notice the people in the pink jackets. and wished us the best for our syf competition.
i remember, that laoshi picked the second break to make us practice in the quadrangle, without costumes, but in full makeup. we could barely step on the tiles from the heat, we felt like we were frying ourselves, but we still did
and i remember, as we danced, all four floors of the classroom block were lined with people watching us.
i remember, walking pass a random nanyang girl, and she commented we looked like yao guai.
i remember, during the run in the quadrangle, someone tripped over the wire of our music player, and it got cut off halfway.
but beyond all, i remember the sense of belonging, the awesome feeling that comes with being part of nanyang chinese dance.
nothing can quite compete with the feeling.
now, four years down the road, the original members of daidao have all gone their separate ways. we've people overseas, we've people in each of the three unis in singapore, we've people waiting for uni admission/working. yet, i'm sure, in our hearts, something always belongs. to nanyang. to chinese dance. because,
we. are. nycd.
how time passes. we may or may not have lost our abilities, our flexibilities. our bonds to some people may have weakened. but somehow, because we are nycd, we will somehow always be bonded.
ALWAYS.
nycd. is. love.
living in my fantasy world
on Saturday, April 11, 2009; 5:41 PM
