Jun Ji

June 11
Boy/Man/Male/Not girl
Dance, expression and not impression
Temasek Polytechnic
Apparel Design & Merchandising

15 November 2007

I knew it wouldn't be this easy... trying not to give in, fighting the odds. When I see the expressions on their faces, I can't help but feel my heart sink immensely. You know, sometimes the circumstances can weigh a person down till it numbs his conscience, and the things they keep telling him eventually begin to have truth in his own eyes.

"You're an immature, naive fool."
"You'll never understand people like us."
"You just have to go and be different, to try and change the status quo."
"That's the umpteenth time you've hit someone accidentally... what a lousy dancer."

I can't lose my conscience. I know who I am... I know my intentions... I know what I'm fighting for... The oppression just gets so heavy sometimes. I'm sure people mean well when they smile for me and say they'll be there for me, and I'm so grateful for that, but this battle I'm fighting... can it really be understood?

I feel like Moses who has come back to Egypt, the land of oppression. Once part of the royal family, fallen from their grace because of the greater destiny placed before him...

Now Playing: Hans Zimmer - The Burning Bush

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