Yes, I cried when I read unnie's blog.

I haven't been around that much recently but the thought of disbanding pains my heart. Having been through so much, we're more than a teacher and his students. I remember how we slowly changed from Michelle's class when you took over. I remember the first time I heard your voice via the intercom at Soho. 'Hello, Eugene ah?' 'Er no.. This is Rahim.' And then we were all surprised when it was announced that you'd take over the class. All the laughther erupted then, and I started to remember the names of the other girls in class. We all started chatting and of course, we gossiped like crazy. The first time I saw you and mummy at the rooftop, I ran back to class and told all the girls about it.

We stood together through all the fights, the drama, and the difficulties. I haven't been through with you guys the sadistic 100 crunches, but I've been doing it at home. I did all that you told me to, the bounces and everything. I remember you telling me to not stop dancing no matter what, and to approach you or mummy for help. I still remember the first dance advice you gave me, 'The moment you step on stage, all you think about is performing to your audience.' That was what I kept in my mind on the day of my first Danceworks.

You were the one who fueled our passion for dance, and you are so much more than we ever expected in a teacher. Please keep teaching us. We really are nothing without you.