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Saturday, July 28, 2007
dance dance :D

okayhokayyyyyy. dance wasnt tha good. at least, not hiphop. for god's sake, yutaki...

1. you CANNOT sing for nuts. so just clap the beat, and not DA DA LAAA.
2. you take like what 30 minutes for warm-ups, 15 for technique and 15 for choreo?
3. you maybe Cleo's Bachelor but seriously, I don't think anybody wants to see your red undies.

but street jazz was fun. like, yeah. but i kept getting mixed up and its so damn hard to dance with the constant reminder of my monthly friend. you wouldnt wna know.

anywayz. yeah. we danced to sexyback. but we used a slower song first, cos some of us couldnt keep up. i couldnt keep up at the end. like, some switch foot thing. but the guy is like, gay. and and and, i found out brian wont be back for a while. so i guess we're stuck with god-knows-whats-his-name.

and he infused BALLET with street jazz. which is sort of cool. but still. we're talking about a guy who has biceps and triceps and abs doing JAZZ HANDS and PADEBURRES! OHOHOH! and gronde something. damn, i suck at ballet D;

then anyway, i got to ballet. and all 3 of us, emelia, annette and me feel like quitting ballet. then we slacked around and stuff, while waiting for ms chew to come. like, talking and laughing. and emelia is seriously slow. -_-

anyhoo. i need to do TLLM and science report now. and i forgot to bring back my logbook and would ahve forgotten if jasmine didnt tell me. damn.
!8:05 PM