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Saturday, March 26, 2011, 4:27 PM
Doing literally nothing at home. FML.

I even recorded myself singing, to hear what i sounded like over the speakers/phone/recorder. keke. I sound like a kid, which i hadnt really known till now.

Doing my ballet homework, so that i get to pass grade 6, do splits w/o effort. And hopefully after grade 6(end of year), i get to enrol in grade 4 and grade 5 to get the certification. Yeah, i am that crazy, i kind of like things to be perfect.

Then maybe I'll learn a bit funk/lyrical jazz, seems fun, to me. Nah, no aspirations to be a dance teacher, just a passion/keeping fit.

Just remembered how i used to be a pushover cos' i didn't stand up and retaliate. Utterly hopeless. In my mind, i knew what to say, i didn't want to, too fucking polite i guess. I remember when i was 13/14, some fucking dickhoe teachers are so fucking unreasonable. I should have been like "Im done here" instead of staying put and not listening.(I wasn't really paying attention as i was kind of pissed as hell.)

And the teacher in charge goes "You can't dance."
I'm dancing right now ain't I? Anyone can move to the music, duh. Can't believe i'd stood rooted there. I'll never forget this sentence, and you know some day(soon), I'm gonna invite you to watch me perform. No, i don't hate you, just wanna prove you wrong. Who are you to judge me? You can deny that you've ever said this(though beside me was cheryl, she probably heard nothing.), like how you "protected" your "apples" in modern dance. When natalie and me stood up, what was done? I didn't see nor feel a difference. In the resignation letter i wrote for modern dance, i wrote what i felt and what i see. Why, would i make a baseless accusation? (Despite having some irreconcilable dispute between me and the chairman back then.)

I know i'm definitely not the kind of person who would do that, like as if i don't know how to differentiate between personal and impersonal affairs. Whether anyone believes it or not, i know i've got a clear conscience. I'm just stating facts based on my point of view, and i swear i can still remember the scene, vividly.

Before i even went to NV, I already knew what i wanted to joined. Kind of, dancing. Too bad, I kind of feel out of place there, and there you go, i'm out even faster then i imagined.

So much for this sentence. I feel so fucking offended that even after 4years I still can't help but want to justify myself. Will remember this for my entire life, not by my will. Cant help.

p/s Now that i think clearly, actually i need not invite her. I mean I'm dancing now, its only that you cant see, cos' you don't deserve it. I mean i suppose you're in msia too

SO, TAKE THAT, BITCH!

FUCK YEAH, i feel so contented now.