I danced. Yes, past tense. Ballet, tap, modern, asli, salsa, u name it. Trained as a dancer. Certified to teach. (And not just by watching MTV like Linda Hashim, ok! I actually have the papers to back it up.) Ok, so you wouldn't know that by looking at me now... but yes, dancing was my life's love.
My aunt has started rehearsels again for the upcoming show and she's asked me to start dancing again (I need to get rid of the babyfat as well). I want to so much, but the amount of time I spend at work AND doing work from home leaves very little left to spend with the little tot. And I thought I was too selfish to have a child. But I don't think I can live with the guiltof it all if I'm prancing around from 11 to 5 on Sundays while he learns to crawl and climb and patter on his own.
I feel pulled apart in a million different directions. Maybe I need a new handbag.
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Ha ha new handbag!!:P
hmmm.. dats such a tough call... but you do need time for yourself too..dancing for pleasure wd be fun though.. any chance you can do dat rather than for performance?all else fail..a handbag.. or in my case, handbag, shoes and tudung hahahha
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