sloshy.

oreo cheesecake never goes wrong. I guess that was the highlight of my weekend. Well, maybe beside teaching a class of people a dance routine for the first time. I decided to never to it again, not because of a confidence issue, but it's just plain hard. Talking and dancing is a new level of tricky. My appreciation for my dance teachers, seniors and all the personal trainers out there etc. has gone up.

anyway, recent issues (church-related) have been fairly emotional. Depressing in a sense because throughout the two days, I've found myself to re-evaluate where I stand on how I think about life. Knowing me, I'm one who doesn't take her life granted - where occasionally I pour my heart out whenever I hear about death. I mean I cry in movies (who doesn't), but hearing about it and living it, it's totally different. Death is just one instance though. Whenever I read or hear stories of anything depressing, it hits me in ways I don't expect, be it anger or sympathy. So I value life a lot. But it's also taught me how to not act, my feelings may not be conveyed in the right way, eg. where they might think I think less of them, but in the end, I can't help that. So I've grown strong to withhold my emotions because, well's be honest, who needs one more person to feel for them? I think it's kinda wrong for me to even be saying that coz I half don't believe it either. But that's how we grow stronger. "It's just the way the cookie crumbles." 

knowing my true intentions in what God holds for me, if I were asked to leave this world and were wanting something for people to remember me by, it would be my time spent with everyone and (to be honest) this blog. I'm finding myself to be writing out a piece of me out whenever I post something. So matter how small it is, I'd leaving my mark on whoever's reading (I've become quite attached). Maybe this becomes the online glossary to my life, and no matter how uncool that may sound, it's better than leaving with nothing. I know how much regret we feel whenever there's loss (be it direct or indirect), so I wouldn't anyone to feel that way. So here's to you, my piece for you. 

Thank God I only have a few readers, and when I mean few, I mean few coz this is bloody embarassing.