Going dancing was a very different experience, the first for many of my firsts.
The story of dancing is a silly childish story.
Everything I got was too easy, I killed all the easy stuff: It was pale, and it could be completely replaced. Therefore, in the sixth and seventh grade classes, children are so wide-eyed, I just like to go to school, and the guys who like me, i won't like them back.
Everyone has a few things about themselves in the past that they think of wanting to bang their heads against the wall because they're so stupid, this is my problem.
I went skateboarding, met a guy who was practicing popping dancing at the other end of Lenin monument, after falling in love, and after being dumped for the first time, I was so bitter, so I went to the dance class of my former lover to train. This thought came to mind and wanted to bang my head on the table (after I finished writing this, I really banged my head on the table.)
But really, if there hadn't been dance back then, I would never have been the way I am now. Also because I went dancing, I met my best friend and also the last of the five friends I have: Tuan Jun.
I'm the worst popping dancer on earth, I can say that. Nearly the first two years of dancing, every day I was told, "Stop dancing. Go to play the piano and do ballet." Not to show off but often I can do anything, I'm really not used to this failure. It can be blamed on my parents, yes, (but maybe it was a parent's genetics fault?). But I was also stubborn, because I couldn't do it, so I did it, just coming to train at dance class at exactly 5:30 pm every day even though people could not take it: "Oh, is the bad dancer still coming ?!" So on, so on, then seven, eight, nine years went by, I still trained dance popping, I still danced badly.
[5 hours practice a day] x [6 days a week] x [52 weeks a year] x [9 years] = 14,040 hours to keep dancing badly. Real hard in the head.
Tuan Jun, also after 14,040 hours of criticizing me for bad dances, still persists on criticizing me for dancing badly. But different from everyone else, even if Tuan Jun criticized me for dancing so badly, but after practicing, he still took me to buy exercise clothes, ice cream, walking around Bo Ho, the next day we were still practicing. So we play together from there. There was no happy ending with Tuan Jun either.
What I learned about my life, what I learned about writing books, really came from the dance.
I have a real family, doing everything for each other just because we love each other and not for anything else. I learned that really, there are things that I try as hard as I can, but as I try my best, it is no use because things are fated for life. I learned that there is a world out there, beyond the four walls of my room, with all sorts of people - and that's why I have to meet, to understand that I was never the most special person on the earth, that people need each other to feel full. I learned that I have the right to dream, to choose, to have passion, and to live to die with what I love is a perfectly legitimate thing.
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Lỗi - Error 404 English Translation
Non-Fiction"Finally, my autobiography book, Error 404 is out, after 2 years of work. It actually took me only 6 months to write 99% of the book, but couldn't write the ending for a long, long time. I wrote a book about a child who was sexually abused, unhappy...
