Dance Club.
What are we becoming?

sick of starting sentences with capital letters.
so, we had dance today with the juniors. and i'm not so proud to say that we're losing alot of talent. we can be so full of promise but it's really really not showing.
our corner-to-corner exercises have been chopped to half the original's,
and it's not even three quarters as taxing, because we're afraid they cannot handle it.
Pah.
i believe more in drilling but the seniors themselves are like:
Oh no! We can't do this! I can't do left side!

shoot me with a gun if i have to see the downfall of our club.
i'm trying hard too. i'll publicly say that i can't do a straight split anymore and i'm forcing myself like nuts during practice. and that i have terribly weak stomach muscles.
at least, at least i don't complain. i shut up and work it out.

there. the effects of quitting dance. don't bother rubbing it in please.
it sucks badly enough.

Nat's trying to make me guess my present.
believe it or not, it's my birthday present.
which means it's three months overdue. haha. so yeah. she's saying "AHA!" to anything i guess.
she expects to to think that i can guess it by telling me
1. she put it in a gay seiyu bag to disguise it.
2. it can fit into a gay seiyu bag.
3. she may have put it in a shoebox to make it seem bigger.

please, holy saints, please tell me how this helps=_=
she's still undoubtedly my moodlifter(: haha.

decided to go for tuition today so that i'll have the rest of the week off.
(: so yeah, if anyone wants to go out, i'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
haha. wth. anyway,
tuition was okay. got scolded by mr siow and now he doesn't like me anymore. ah well. but he has bad moodswings so i suppose it'll fade away soon. they were having this huge ACS vs SJI thing going on, occasionally throwing random insults at VS and RI.
boys. haha. it's very entertaining though.

i have issues with focusing during tuition. my attention is clearly somewhere else.
not even in my food. which upsets alot of people but i'll be cruel and turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to them.
eye contact can be so powerful.

we're having this crazy netball fever. every recess we play, resulting in hungry people.
but it's really fun with the softballers actually.
it's just funny with the 4/2 people. not so much kick. i'm sorry, i play more for the enjoyment than the exercise. haha.
we just happen to be sore losers.

since i'm drop-dead tired, (haha, did anyone think gorgeous?)
i'll go catch some shut-eye.

her, her, her, her and only her.
i'm slowly losing my cool. and my sanity.