My glamourous dreams

Dancing on stage was one of my childhood dreams. It was also one of my favourite pastimes. I used to be very active in stage performances when I was in my primary years. And upon reaching teenage, though my studies schedule had made me busier, I would not want to miss any opportunity to dance on stage.

It's not very frequent that as a college student, one got to be involved in such activity unless one devoted a lot of time in it. So, when I got the opportunity to perform for a major event then, I did not think twice and grab the opportunity. It was a very enjoyable experience for me. I got to shed some pounds while enjoy doing what I liked most. And, it was also a good destressor from the college tests.

The music was great too. Here, I only managed to have this photo in my album. Apart from a dance performance to the tune of Denise William's 'Do you wanna dance?' (I think), we (the dance team consisting of four dancers) were also backing up for a fashion show.

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