The name's Amalina.
I dance. I freestyle.
Literally said,I'm easy going.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Hey i am back !

So let's tune in today's happening-s . . .

So i just came back from dance .

It was one hell of a time ! Let me tell you first .

First of all we did JAZZ then after that we did hip-hop .

Hip-hop we recap on what we learned during last month . . .[click click click & blame it]

It was POW !

Sufri choreographed new steps , he said we had to pretend we are expensive bunch

of Speakers , so we got to give more Boom like more Bass . . .

Hahah ! I enjoyed myself man . . .

Me , Emma , Cindy , Izyan , Pravina , Siti , Huda and Ros' were laughing

and laughing . It was cool .

But before dance i did not have the mood because

of excessive exposure of the sun and the sec 1s . . .

They tried to act as if they know better captain's ball than the CCACs .

When the matches were over , we as CCACs gathered them at the parade square .

It was hard to hush them down , it sounded like a wet market . . .

Then One of my friends told them to keep quiet then a boy tried to be funny .

CCAC : Sec 1s please settle down and keep quiet !

Boy : I don't want leh !

Me : If you don't want then you try and come out here to shut the sec 1s up !

I scolded they guy like nobody's business . . .

I mean he was trying to be funny . . .

With the sunlight somemore , plus the boy , it made me lose

my patience . . !

Tsk tsk tsk .

Skipskip .

So now slacking in front of my computer ,

getting ready to shower , FINALLY MAN !

I mean who doesn't want to shower after all the sweat and other stuff , right ??

But i got to tell you seeing Izyan fooling around in dance made me laugh

so HARD till my head wanted to fall .

Sufri also tortured us . . .

Man , it was awful [for those who never come dance]

Hahah !

I want to tell you that my hamster is currently

suffering from sore eyes and itchi-ness . She can barely open both eyes .

She is now haunch-ed back . Its scary to see her walk . . .

My cousin told me that she MAY die . . . .

I don't want to talk about it . . .

I got to go . . .

Labels: suffer

Cos I rock.
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