acjc dance musical is .... wow. Indescribable. like that feeling for being soaked in something you arent familiar with, and yet find a second home in? that lingering touch that just drives you crazy-- that makes you want to wish with all your might you could bottle it up and sip it everyday.that slips away just like 'that. because, you and IT travel different paths in different directions.i will never be a dancer again, will never slip on my dance slippers and do a few twirls in the mirror. but i wont ever, forget that you dont need to know how to dance, to enjoy it.

acjc dance musical, i dare to say is better than pck's drama musical. full to the brim, infact overflowing and intoxicating the audience, with energy. with beat. sharing their passion.the costumes were beautiful, the dancers themselves stunning poised and true to themselves in unique self-designed ragged jeans.

and tutus. and smart army (or it COULD have been boy scouts...)uniforms. xD that was just so CUTE! Reflecting rifles and shiny buttons. *giggle* i esp liked that dance segment. aw.




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have you ever. written a looongg blog post, that one that you thought out on your way home while the mrt flashes past hdb blocks and business companies and pretty man made landscapes? and the clementi fire station glowing red...

then press the back space button and watch as everything disappears.

and yell stop!

but nothing happens. the words just stream away, words you'll never get back. and after everything.. your finger is still stuck to that button?

have you ever? i just did.. sometimes, its just so ironic. back then, your diary was something your mom had no right to read and you kept far away from prying eyes and.. now, your online diary. your longings, secrets, thought exposed and venerable to the internet community... its just so so so ironic. i asked ca back when i was 13. why keep an ONLINE DIARY? "its fun!" when you keep quiet and your rambling thoughts to yourself, do you really miss out on anything "fun"?

question. does anyone let their mother read their blog? tell me.





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hahaha. if i can spend my nights till 3am doing ppts for this 'project'. if i can spend ENTIRE days on this 'project'. if i can stand on your my for hours, smiling till my face feels as if it would break, talking, promoting this 'project'. i can ASSURE you. this is one interesting project. and. its not even mine. its my dad's.

ask me. ask me and i'll tell you more.