PARTY FIT FOR A PRINCESS

The six hours concert yesterday saw me ensconced on my couch, twice. 10am-4pm and 7:30pm-12am. Lady Di wanted to live a life of a recluse but she never got that. However so, she gracefully filled the lives of others with her warmth, sincere love and hope whilst desperately avoiding the menacing photographers. She cultivated an air of genuine humility. Loved and adored by most, and deservedly so.

My favourite performance was undeniably the ballet act, Swan Lake by the English National Ballet. It certainly got me missing ballet in a twinkling of an eye. So graceful and lovely were the ballerinas that it silenced everyone with awe.

Ballet and dancing has always been my not-to-be passion. Performing a dance routine relates very much to perceptual skills. One needs talent, rightly so. But even if you don't have one, you can always dance with your heart. I was never a good dancer but my love for it just got me struggling on to be one. I danced whenever nobody's watching, at least not anymore, well, maybe a little.
I miss my one hour ballet session before my two hours gymnastic training. I miss being free to articulate my own ballet and dance routine. I miss my traditional dance training. There was once my peers and I had trained so hard for a performance, every day during school holidays, only to find the performance cancelled at the very last minute. But I was never upset, I enjoyed every bit of it. That's how much i Love dancing. and I still miss ballet and dancing, always will.