“Taxed to the max.”

That was what my year head said when I was in RI. I’ve forgotten what the context was but that phrase was unique enough to stick in my mind. This phrase came bubbling to the surface when the incident happened. Details aren’t important. But it’s evident that many of us are like fishes crammed together in a tank, and we are struggling to the surface grasping for air.


Watching her handling the mural is a humbling experience. Getting together from the late night till we had our early morning McDonalds’ breakfast brings back wonderful memories. If there’s anything to be remembered about dance, it would be the countless moments that we dancers spent off stage together…


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