HO-LLAAAAAAAAAAA
Happiness flood my brain!
Zy and me both won merit prize for anti-drug competition, so is like $160 each.
Thanks to the lousy camera.
I slept for three freaking hours, trying to master the steps which i kept forgetting. We did the routine for a dozen times, and i never fail to miss a step. Jump, land with right leg at the back, and both hands behind. Jump, land with right leg in front, together with both hands. I always end up in a mess.
Today's audition was a tough fight. Almost half wore really short cheerleading skirt, and and tight shirt that ran all the curves, and stop before the stomach (BELLY!) It was nerve-wreacking, watching group after group entering the room after their audition, and cheering so loud like they have won the battle.
We were the last group to perform. Thus, minutes after minutes, the pressure kept adding on, especially after the we-did-not-perform-too-well rehearsal.
The room was packed with crew of 98.7 and yes, Shan Wee and Jamie were the host. I don't like Jamie Yeo. Before we performed, she came to us and whispered, "You guys are pussymao, the mao (chinese) is the cat or hair?
Like duh! Still, we had a good laugh.
We took the stage, and man, am i glad i remembered the steps. I THINK.
Yes, we got into the semi finals. HOLLA! The dancers were like crying. It was all in less three days work. I swear we had our real rehearsal only this afternoon. Big group, thus it is hard to find a perfect day for all of us to meet. I have already understood the theory long ago.
Bad news is we have the lowest scores. More practices and pain. YOKO YOKO!
Dee, hope to bump into you at work. It's been ages, stupid schedule planner.
Honey coated, sugar added, yango pie, 8 more days and you will be in Canada. Bring me back snow! I shall start creating an imaginary boyfriend.
Meanwhile, more rented Dvds and books by Harlen Coben.
And no, i don't miss you. (Double negatives equal positive)
Sorry, my mind is shutting down.
Zy and me both won merit prize for anti-drug competition, so is like $160 each.
Thanks to the lousy camera.
I slept for three freaking hours, trying to master the steps which i kept forgetting. We did the routine for a dozen times, and i never fail to miss a step. Jump, land with right leg at the back, and both hands behind. Jump, land with right leg in front, together with both hands. I always end up in a mess.
Today's audition was a tough fight. Almost half wore really short cheerleading skirt, and and tight shirt that ran all the curves, and stop before the stomach (BELLY!) It was nerve-wreacking, watching group after group entering the room after their audition, and cheering so loud like they have won the battle.
We were the last group to perform. Thus, minutes after minutes, the pressure kept adding on, especially after the we-did-not-perform-too-well rehearsal.
The room was packed with crew of 98.7 and yes, Shan Wee and Jamie were the host. I don't like Jamie Yeo. Before we performed, she came to us and whispered, "You guys are pussymao, the mao (chinese) is the cat or hair?
Like duh! Still, we had a good laugh.
We took the stage, and man, am i glad i remembered the steps. I THINK.
Yes, we got into the semi finals. HOLLA! The dancers were like crying. It was all in less three days work. I swear we had our real rehearsal only this afternoon. Big group, thus it is hard to find a perfect day for all of us to meet. I have already understood the theory long ago.
Bad news is we have the lowest scores. More practices and pain. YOKO YOKO!
Dee, hope to bump into you at work. It's been ages, stupid schedule planner.
Honey coated, sugar added, yango pie, 8 more days and you will be in Canada. Bring me back snow! I shall start creating an imaginary boyfriend.
Meanwhile, more rented Dvds and books by Harlen Coben.
And no, i don't miss you. (Double negatives equal positive)
Sorry, my mind is shutting down.