What's dance to me?



I wonder.



It just take one new direction, a curse to end my dance journey.



I should just be a businessman, a marketing manager or something.


Work 10 hours a day, stable income and took the path like my dad.



Forming a boyband, being a dope dancer, i don't know,


it's just too dreamy for me, no matter how much i want it.


I don't mind challenges, i don't mind poverty,


but i definitely don't want to see my family suffer because of me.


I'll just enjoy and love dance, go as far as i can,

until the day comes, when it finally come to me, hit me hard.

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We are like talking about our future job when we having our dinner at Mac yesterday. All of them had already a path to follow.

It's just me....sigh..

Why do i end up like that?

I feel so discouraged, i feel so lost,

i feel so insecured on the way back riding a 2 hours bus-ride.



F**k migration, it screws up my studies totally.

Even my cousins were gong to university now, and im still stucked with a incompleted diploma, and going to start all over again in some college.


I'll probably be my brother's classmate next time. What a joke. But what can i do?


Why am i always the one forced to take things the hard way, giving up every parts of my life for this kind of shit?


It just take the migration to kick in before i lose everything dear to me.



You have no idea how painful it is,

It is just not as cool as most people think.

In fact,

it sucks.

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lol..And its not that i don't want to form a boyband actually. I tried. And very long time back he offered me a chance, but i gave up, because i know there's a time-bomb waiting for me.

Boom. Gratz.

You just killed everyone and you are the only survivor.




Grrrr...a post to vent...ignore me.



Martin.