Dead beat? You bet.

Three consecutive dance classes ... 4.30 all the way to 8.30 with only one hour in between for rushing from place to place.

I'm tired; really really tired. But it feels nice to be tired after dancing, somehow :D Most probably because it's something I enjoy doing.

A/w. Had lunch with six dollars at pepper lunch. Changed at Amk hub and tride to hide from a lot of sn people. Some saw me though. Darn. -.- Went straight to raffles place afterward, for locking class.

It was cool :D Michael is really nice, despite his weird, carrot style haircut. Michael is the teacher. Saw "nice guy" there. Last week Friday, some really nice guy came up to us and asked if we needed help. Don't know his name, so shall just refer to him as "nice guy". He came in and smiled and said hi to me really cordially :D

And, guess what? I'm the only girl in the class.
And hey, that's not all. I'm the youngest too.

The guys there are all like upper secondary or junior college. But I just realised that guys are far less intimidating than girls, because they are more friendly and they actually came up to talk to me whereas girls are usually super clique-ish.

Right. And like wth, there was this 30 year old man there? First lesson. Obviously, danced quite ... terribly. Aha. Oh, there were first timers in the class as well, so I'm not the only one. Muahahar.

And there was this time halfway through the lesson, Michael asked everyone to do some move for him alone, 'cause he wanted to check if we were doing it correctly. And when it was my turn, it was really embarrassing 'cause like hello, I'm surrounded by guys yo. And when I finally did what I was supposed to do, Michael was like:

"This is your what time doing locking?"
"First" I reply questioningly. What a weird question to ask right. -.-
"HUH. Really? So you never do locking before?"
"Nope."
"You dance before?"
"Yes"
"Oh."

And hengfully, he said I was doing well, and didn't need anything corrected :D Wheeehh. Of course, mistake were inevitable so I did make some. But hey, what do you expect from a first timer?

Class ended. "Nice guy" smiled and said bye to me and popping started, and people started streaming in. Popping is a whole other story from locking. It's more difficult. Muscle work. Alot of training on the muscles. I had a cramp in the middle of the class. Michael says a dancer has to have abs.

...

Okay no, he didn't exactly say that. Something more along the line of ... "a dancer has to have strong and flexible stomach muscles"

It's the same anyway. So, whatever.

And the guy who was standing next to me (not "nice guy"), was really good at popping. He was so-so at locking only so I didn't really notice him. But omg he popped really well. Compared to the others. But, popping is cool, despite it's difficulty level.

Although I can only pop my legs, not my arms. Eugh.

Good-at-popping-guy walked past me when I went out and smiled and said bye. Aha. Although I wish he really didn't recognise me/notice me 'cause I sucked big time compared to him.

Rushed to mrt next and went to city hall, and walked to milennia, grabbing a burger as dinner on the way. Hip hop starts!

Clare was good. Her moves are more feminine, and she's really pretty. You can absolutely tell she was under Patrick. (GO SIGN UP YO.) Althought it was supposed to be "advanced level" class, the people there kind of sucked. And it was a big class so I couldn't see myself properly in the mirror. It's not called zilian, you people who are thinking so. For a dancer, the mirror is your bestfriend.

There was this girl whom I thought danced quite well, easily the best. But she was like 18 minimum? (I, once again, am the youngest) BUT THEN. I realised she couldn't really dance. All she knows how to do is FLING HER HAIR. -.- And she finds it sexy or something, so she flings her hair at every move. Like wth? This is hip hop, not fling-your-hair class, or uh, bootyshaking class where people randomly fling their stupid long hair. Or pole dancing, for that matter. Whatever dances that require flinging of hair.

Eugh. Got disgusted. And then there were like aunties and uncles. Like wth. -.- Give me patrick's class anytime - we get a bigger studio, less people, and the people are not so weird. Although once again, I'm the youngest. But Clare's moves are not bad! They're very feminine and it's really nice :D

Daddy picked me up afterward. And then I felt like dying.

I think I'm half dead now.

And terribly dehydrated as well.

BUT I OFFICIALLY LOVE TUESDAYS :D