It has been an extremely vulnerable journey for me write this blog and face myself honestly; however, what you perhaps don’t know is that I feel truly blessed every time I receives a kind message dropped in my mailbox from some of you and read your beautiful poems. Often times, I was moved into tears.
I write as if no one will read and often feel safe this way. It should not be much of a surprise that all the contents you have read in my blog are some of my weakest spots that I would never discuss in person or expose to any of my acquaintances. Nonetheless, there is also another side of me in real life might blow your mind away. Perhaps, it’s time we grab a cup of latte and chat a bit….
- I was a sport maniac !!
That is right! Although many have known me as a dancer, choreographer, dance scholar….(well, everything anything that relates to DANCE), I was actually once a very ambitious sport athlete during my adolescence.
I performed especially well in table tennis and competed in numerous tournaments anywhere from local level to national level. Consequently, I was selected to attend the Junior Championship for consecutively three years and was admitted to a prestigious private high school with the exemption of any requested standardized tests and was offered a generous scholarship.
Unfortunately, I gave up table tennis as soon as I got into that “fancy” high school and re-directed my focus on dance studies. Two years later, I was offered early admissions from three universities, again with the exemption of test requirements and, full scholarships.
2. I always dance with an alias (my stage name)!
This is true and I have been giving performances using a pseudonym all my life so far. The reason behind it was mainly due to my family’s disliking of having my name publicly shown and so, it remains that way till now.
However, I must admit that occasionally it did induce some unexpected sadness since I felt as if I was ‘robbed’ the right to openly acclaim my own accomplishments and was denied the full credit of my hard works. Well, you get the idea…..🤪
3. I have been a life-time investor
When I called myself an ‘investor’, please note that I surely don’t group with any the wall-street moguls, not even a well-to-do savvy investor. I simply see investing as a long-term healthy and beneficial habit.
It all started from the day a bright-coloured flyer outside of the local bank that caught my eyes while I was passing by the streets. I remembered clearly how proactive the flyer presented its message ‘Invest NOW and THIS YOU OWE YOURSELF !’ After being provoked by the advertisement, I managed to get my primary guardian to sign some papers for me and entrust the bank to invest on my behalf until I reach the legal age to withdraw the funds. From then on, for years, I used to save a small portion of my allowance and deposited in the bank regularly.
I was 9 at the time and the investment decision turned out to be a very wise one. As soon as I reached adulthood, I further diversified my portfolio by investing in various avenues, such as stock, bonds, mutual funds, peer lending, etc. Yet it was never the number I concerned, it was the deep knowing that I have the power to shape my future and re-define who I am (despite the horrid pre-programing)that matters…. Yes, baby step matters!
And I do so with utter enjoyment. 😃
4. I was the “boss” of my university professors !
Life is full of surprises, isn’t it? This one might sound ironic, but it happened! To make a story short, I used to have a full time job at the local TV station while also attending the college full-time. In my sophomore year, I was promoted to be the Art Director at the station and became the youngest person who ever held that position.
As it turned out, a part of the job responsibilities was to select and supervise the art performance that summitted to the station. Getting a show broadcasted was the major way for the performing artists and institutes to gain their prestige. So naturally, many university professors, including my own university professors were keen to submit their proposals, apply funds for their projects. I was the one who gave them a pass or cut off their shows according to the overall merits of their projects, and I made sure they never found out this fact even till today. 😅🤪
5. I achieved financial independence at the age of 17
In my young innocent mind, to survive, this was all I was fighting for. I successfully secured my first official contract as a dance artist when I was 16 and the same year, I started teaching ballet to teenagers who were about my age at that time. The paid was good and I was able to function well on my own financially.
Teaching those teenagers was quite a trouble, though. 🤓🤢
6. I adopted a child at the age of 17….
Well, this was perhaps the most audacious and beautiful decision I ever made in life so far.
A woman approached me during my visit to a neighbor province. She asked a plain question ‘would you take my newborn daughter with you? or I will have her flow with the river and let fate decide where she belongs’. It was an appalling statement and triggered much of my own complications. So, without much thoughts and the slightest hesitation, I took the baby home.
Far from I could possibly foresee, a painful tormenting journey awaited us. Emma had inherited a lethal heart disease from her biological parents and began to show symptoms few months later after I took her home. Together, we visited almost all the local cardiologists and became the hospital regulars. After five such years I was on the edge of bankruptcy and still couldn’t save her life. Emma passed away at the age of only five.
As I am typing these words out, tears rolling in my eyes. And I know that a part of me is still living in the past. For some of us, life isn’t always as straight forward as we wish it to be; however, new blissful beginnings are often disguised in painful endings. I am forever proud of my Emma and she will stay in my heart till the last breath leaves my body.
Reflecting back all the passing years, I have no regret. I know I did my best for love.
And what about YOU? Your story?