4.5 years of gorgeousness

It's Saturday, the 28th of August and it marks my final teaching day for my CSTD grrls.
The faces I see weekly for the past 4.5 years.
The little faces that made me smile whenever I had a bad day...
The spirits that kept mine up.

I would like to thank all of you for making this such a magical journey for me. I'm 25 and I have achieved so much within the past 4.5 years with your help.

My Tribe:

You ladies are always the top of my list, we train hard, the tears, the pain you grrls are willing to go through, just to meet expectations that I've set, expectations (as some of you have mentioned) seemed almost impossible to meet. Thank you for believing in me and giving me the chance to lead our tribe. You grrls have rawked my world harder than anyone else in my short 25 years.

My 'babies':

You grrls were such tiny people when we first met, the confused look in your eyes when I first walked into the dance studio will forever stay vivid. Now all grown up and leaving my arms... I have learnt so much and became a far better person then I'll ever be just teaching you grrls. I have learnt to be patient, to think young, and teaching you has taught me that it is absolutely okay to make mistakes as long as you learn well from them. And mummies and daddies who have taken their time off weekly to send you here and fetch you back and on many occasions, made me gorgeous meals to pull through my long Saturdays.

I am glad that you could see past my identity as your ballet teacher and gave me peeks into your personal thoughts/ lives, especially proud, knowing that I have created a safe haven for you to run to whenever things didn't go too well in school, with friends or with family. And I am honored that you would confide in me, allowed me to hold your hand and give you hugs whenever you needed any.

All in all, THANK YOU... I cannot find better words as my eyes are blurred out of absolute vision reading through the words you grrls have left me with. I could not have asked for a better bunch of kids, thank you for making me a good teacher and an even better human being. I am no longer your ballet teacher but as promised, I will always be a phonecall. text message/ FB away.

P.S. I AM NOT LEAVING THE COUNTRY. =)

Been 45, of 45

Believe in me, who believes in you...

L.J.H.

Camomile

A cup of tea, left on a table top.
Someone made the tea,
Awaiting another set of appreciative taste buds,

When signals are wrongly registered,
Shutters of memories loosen up like a set of unglued puzzle,
The cup stays on the table,
Its warmth fades, intensity lost...

2-way road

Till the centre of the palms...
Fingers crossed,

Epic Gorgeousness...

Kiss.

Emo-child

I was staring at my pointe shoes just now...

And all it took was for one of my SACPS grrls to send me a FB message saying "Where have you been? I miss you."

To have waves of tears flooding my eyes...

It hurts so much learning and getting use to the fact that it's all gonna come to an end...

I'm sure putting your own kids up for adoption would feel remotely similar to this.

Gonna be hanging up my teaching pants within the next 1.5 months...

Right now,

I don't even know how to conduct my final day of lessons,

Cos I can't function when I'm crying right?

But how do I not cry knowing my babies won't be stepping back into that space after the Saturday?

I wanna fall in love all over again...

On Saturday, 7th of August 2010,

A 2 page letter was given to every little person that made up parts of my past 4.5 years...

Some cried, some stared at me blankly as I spoke about another teacher so wonderful,

They won't miss me...

The look in my tiny Isabel's eyes made me wonder if I'm truely ready...

I wonder too,

But if I don't try walking away, I'd never know...

Give me the blessings I'll need my darlings, and I shall be back =)