1st Singapore Salsa Open Competition 2005

As a teacher,
there are times when you're so proud of them that your heart threatens to burst
there are times when you're so frustrated that you wanna wrench your hair apart
there are times when you're so disappointed that you can't bring yourself to speak
there are times when their genuine thanks leaves you at a loss for words that tears well up in your eyes.

As a dancer,
there are times when everything juz goes
there are times when the flow's not really there
there are times when the hard work becomes all worthwhile with the enthusiastic applause
there are times when the music just kidnaps your soul into another world and you explode with exuberant joy.

As a dance teacher,
you wanna share it all with them
you hope they feel your passion
you ache when they're in mutiny
but when their eyes illuminate in that moment of discovery, all the frustrations vanish like the shadows in the wake of the morning sun.

How can we describe dance?
You have to see it to understand.
You have to experience that feeling of reckless abandon when you let it all go and become one with the music.
You have to try it to know that euphoric moment of estacy:

The music lifts your soul,
the drums tickles your feet,
the melody entraps your body,
You juz dance...