I feel awful, not because of guilt eating away my mind and soul. But because of Electromagnetic routine. It's draining away my energy, drenching me to the bones. I know a friend of mine who says "Why do you go to absolute beginner's hip hop?" I now see the useless point of going on Wednesday nights when, most of the class just can't keep up with him except me. *SIGH* I don't want to show off, but the point is... when he start dancing, I start too. Because I know the routine off by heart after learning it for a month and a half now. And plus, it's the only routine that I memorise from top to bottom after the Booty Music routine. I wish to be on the showcase, I am happy that I can be part of the practice, I'll love him even more for teaching me the routine if I could be on the showcase. My mind is filled with unnecessary thoughts, ranging from the person I hate the most to the complexity of showcase routines. I want to dance until I can't no more, I want to stop thinking about useless subjects of hate. And most of all, I want the stress of education to disappear.

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