When my bike was still a four-wheeler, my parents used to bring me to the temple to watch opera after our prayers once in a blue moon. Then, i would call my mom to make-up for me looking like one of da character in that opera. Afterthat, I'll put 2 flags at da back of my dress, start jumping up and down on our master bed, start to scream n sing out loud like those in da opera.
When I was a little older, around 7 or 8 years old, I switched on the t.v and got mesmerized by a slender gymnast performing her enchanting ribbon routine. Though i didn't get a chance to learn opera, I got da chance to train under a Russian coach who taught me Rhythmic Gymnastic.
Training under her was really tough. I would be really really lucky if I didn't get scolded by her during my training or when she curiously wanted to know bout my weight. I got to learn ballet everyday to warm up before training, i got to learn to cope with the strict diet...to deal with injury...etc etc-endless sacrifices.
SUKMA in Sabah was my last competition, the last time for me to hear the whole of Pahang team shouting "Go, Li Chin!!!" or "Go, Pahang!!!"...the last time my adrenaline pumping bcuz of da crowds knowing that i cannot dissapoint my my teammates. But, all the sacrifices are totally worth it.
I quit rhythmic gymnastic afterthat, got a haircut simply bcuz my friends dared me to cut it short and voila!!! i ended up looking like a mushroom head with pimply face and a flabby muscles:( pathetic!!!
Years and years of reinventing and improving myself...one of the thing i can be proud of is my hair- my straight, silky long hair:)
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