pissed again.
all cause of shaun.
selfish bastard.
well, shall not elaborate-
just know that i do not respect my brother.

went to parkway after i went to school.
rachel seah, denise, g natasha and me.
just hung out. walked around aimlessly.
then left for ballet with nat.
ballet was okay. we finished valse printemps:D its super tiring. for a change, nat and shanice were sweating. cause those two hardly sweat. its unfair i guess. lol. the radio was all weird and not working, so ms kok had to sing half the time. it was fun i guess.
dancing is always fun.
no matter how tired you are:D

slacked outside the studios after class. had fun smsing people with shihua and nat. we sent identical messages simultaneously. it was so funny. saw xinyi- our dance club senior- and she is damn skinny. DAMN skinny. her stomach is probably hollow. her waist is probably as thick as her thigh. and shes like quite tall. great physique- but scary. her waist is seriously tiny.
the best thing was, when i said she was skinnier, she said she had grown fatter.
ohmygoddddd.
wonder how much she works out a day to maintain that kind of bodyO_O

and now there's like another bubble tea or juice shop opening outside my ballet school. which equals to a totaly of three shops competiting. wow. im happy:D and theres like this food store or sth at the bus stop. full of chocolates and sweets. and everywhere you look has food. im so gonna explore that place soon:D didnt have time to just now.

me and nat and shihua were trying out this experiment. we dumped mentos in coke, and it was supposed to explode or something. it was rubbish. got us all scared stiff. and then in the end it didnt even sizzle. who's the idiot who suggested we try that experiment?? lol.

andand.
tomorrow is my grandpa's birthday. think theres stuff planned for the whole day. planning on skipping lunch, cause dinner is gonna be great. saving stomach space! lol.

well, since im a dedicated dancer,
who devotes my entire being to my passion- DANCE,
here's a lovely quote.

The Dancer believes that his art has something to say which cannot be expressed in words or in any other way than by dancing... there are times when the simple dignity of movement can fulfil the function of a volume of words. There are movements, which impinge upon the nerves with a strength that is incomparable, for movement has power to stir the senses and emotions, unique in it. This is the dancer's justification for being, and his reason for searching further for deeper aspects of his art.

okay. maybe too long for a quote, but its so true:D
and change all the 'he's, 'him's, and 'his's to the female versions.
yup. okay.
goodnight:D