So my birthday week passed, and I received warm wishes from the people I care about. Thankful for my mom- my birthday remarks her suffering from the long labouring hours. Thanks for bringing me to the world. This is not a perfect world but I believe my existence brights it up a little bit, okay, at least I have brought years of happiness to my mom.
I should be really grateful, just one thing... if only my RF wasn't hurt. I was rushing to work and suddenly a sharp pain struck me then I found my RF was bleeding. Later that day I went home with a stitch on my toe and I was advised not to wear high heels for at least two weeks. Ummm.. I wasn't told not to dance, right? so I did the dancing practice on Monday anyway. I think doing standard dance is alright as I don't have to labour the ball a lot. I even did kiwi's chachacha routine. Oh yes, as I didn't feel any pain doing latin, I finally decided that I should go cerocing.
I wore court shoes and jeans. I knew those would limit my leg movement in doing ceroc moves but i did that intentionally- I know myself too well, if I can move freely I will do whatever I can do to have fun without concerning how much pain I would have afterward. Yes, as I wore jeans there's a lot I couldn't do; but I kept bringing in the chachacha steps (including kiwi's routine!) and figures (shame that the music had never been like QQS, or I could rumba!), it's so great that two of the cerocers could accommodate the latin things (one of them is also a ballroom dancer, but when I ask if he could dance a move which is in the Gold syllabus in CCC, he said 'I'm not that level'.), or at least they could sense what was I doing and gave reasonable responses, though those might not be what I expected. Anyway, I did have great fun.
And, ar, time to pay my debt. I walked wobbly home to find my foot was swollen and the wound was, well, not exactly bleeding, but oozing. I now need painkillers to survive the day. Well, it is worth, if I hadn't rocked the night, I would have waited until the next month since I'm going somewhere else these few Tuesdays.
p.s. I think I left my scarf in the Liquid Lounge. Am trying to see whether someone could be kind enough to pick & keep it for me... it's from my mom!