miss no-koordinasi is made to DANCE.

summarized. it was not pleasant.
in the least.

firstly, i am thin, as everyone knows. seeing a stick shake her ass.. its enough to qualify me for my own censorship box.

secondly, i am as ungracerful and discoordinated as a newly-hatched chick stuffed into a cube of jelly. yet another count of censorship-box-deservingness. yet i did not get my censorship box, as the good Lord enjoys watching me make a fool out of myself. -beka flails-

thirdly, i am not the brightest bulb around. lets just say, when she(the teacher) went left, i went right, and when she stopped to push her hair into place, so did i. i was in the front row. equally blurr people stood behind me. we instantly became a troupe of hair-pushing maniacs.

hui mian was there, cos she had her belly dance class just before my modern dance thing. hui mian, is, to shorten a very detailed and painstaking description, a freaking hott dancer. seriously. she's like a urm, taller-sideways version of shakira. my homegirl got SKILLS man.

she had fun laughing at the less-skilled best friend. namely me.

my dance teacher, hui mian's cousin, is hawtt. shall go be a sakai idiot next week and take pictures. we're doing me against the music. i'd be even WORSE than i already am (if that were possible) if it weren't for wonderful, gorgeous, uber-hott, goddess of a dancer, better half, Hui Mian teaching me the dance before hand. Admittedly, i forgot the dance she taught me, but i'm sure it MUST have helped and it was the only thing stopping me from looking like a land-bound fish.

i shall be going now to practise my dance before i stab someones eye out next week.

or worse. aaaa.