A few weeks before I started work on this post, I told an old friend of mine who was studying in Egypt at the time that I was going to develop an article that spoke about giving back. Oh, I’d love to walk back into the trance where I came from. Where there exists all sorts of music – hip hop, rap, R&B, soul, country, EDM, and dubstep. I can’t stop, and I won’t, because you see, this is my life. Music is the spirit of my soul; it is the catalyst for my heartbeat, which reveals itself in ecstatic dance.
If you pass me by and seem to be profoundly struck by something, it is my eyes. Or my butt. (Duh). Okay, let’s look up, not down. I am indeed fascinated with how to make the eyes look fascinating. My makeup is my makeup, and I guess that’s what sets me apart from other women. That’s the first few things you would notice when you see me. I am crazy obsessed about my eyes, for they are my assets with which I spot my target. It is how I transfer my Midas’ touch; so be extra careful with whatever you do when I walk by because that very thing you are doing could shoot you up into the skies, or it could land you down on the ground with a serious, spine-cracking thud if you catch my eyes!
Anyway, as a new chapter of my life is just about to unveil itself, I would love to take this opportunity to thank everyone around me from the bygone era – club presidents, international speakers, life coaches, artists, dancers, psychologists, doctors, normal people, and everyone else for splashing wild, vibrant colors into my life. You are my Rorschach inkblot-the only difference is when I fold the paper in half, the shape, size, and paint does not match the other side. You are the music to my ears that cheered me on. You kept my mind in sanity when I sought questions of the inner darkness myself. Special thanks to my Mom, from whom I have learnt to be extremely strong-willed in certain matters and from whom sparked my love for extreme sports, my amazing blood brother Alexander (who happens to carry a completely different surname from mine and was himself a one-time sprinter and now is a great writer and graphic designer himself), and my cardiologist Dr David Khoo who is now medical director of the i-Heal Medical Center. Thank you also to my neurologist Dr Alex Ng, I think you were right about having to do the surgery to prevent the hemorrhage going up towards my brain. If not for that, I don’t think I would have the somewhat quick and wicked sense of humor that I have now. Thank you Dr Thambirajah for my foot as well; I catwalk a lot these days on my six-inch boots. As a matter of fact, I can’t believe I actually danced in them for the very first time in my buddy’s club last week. Oh boy. I would love to thank my family too, for turning up when I needed them most. Thank you to those of you who gave me ounces and ounces of blood anonymously, while I was laying there in my pallid skin sucking up on your hemoglobin like a vampiress. Thank you to my lecturers too, for the times we sat down together and shed tears and laughed. Thank you friends for listening to me when I was in serious trouble, and for helping me out. Thank you to my students for teaching me Arabic. Thank you Taylor Swift, for sharing your feelings through the songs you sing; you have been the reason for the teardrops on my guitar when we sing about bad blood and new romantics. I feel you babe. Thank you Jan Gregory Hamilton aka MC Noixe; we happen to share the same humble beginnings, which all began at the bookshop. It was great learning that we also share similar concepts about having fun and living the life – without drugs! Thank you to this journal of mine for being the platform for my catharsis as i reached out to connect to a larger audience. You are my role models and my inspiration. Each of you guys will forever have a special place in my heart. Without you, I am zero. Seriously, you guys rock.
I like talking about being on voyage in a cruise across the oceans. There have been quite a few times when I had to drop my anchor and tell my crew, “Hey, wait a minute. We’ll stop here and we’ll rest a bit until we figure things out.” There have been times I repeatedly told myself to be patient, because the answers get clearer and clearer as Time flies by (and no, Time is not going to leave me behind), to have the greatest faith and believe in myself and in God. When storms raged so harshly in the sky, you are the reason I pushed on. Thank you for keeping me afloat in this big ocean of life.
Now that I am dancing away, there sure still is lots to learn. Of course you can never go fishing if you do not know how to fish – and you have taught me how to fish. I have not learnt how to fish those enormous species yet, but one day soon, I will. I think everyone that comes into my life comes with something to teach me, even if they just happened to drop by for a quick hello. For instance, I do not like repeating myself. You either learn or stay out of it, or I’ll push you out. Whether it’s love, business, music, dance, or life.
I have met some pretty amazing people online and offline; some have been good friends, while others were just one-timers, telling rumors which are terrible and cruel, but most of them are so not true. Some of you guys are have gotten married, some of you are getting married next year (so fast! 😲), and some of you are still single, like me. I am really happy for all of you, and really I think it is time for me to shut up now because I have to conduct a few experiments tomorrow morning, so I need to get back to business. Or maybe I should shut down. 😁
Much love, though. I will be back. 💋💋💋
P.S.: Keep cruising! Time sure is passing really fast, but when stars collide by chance, we’ll figure something!!!