Strangle me..

Today, i woke up early, specially, to attend the dance practice at a friend's studio.
So far our dance isn't doing so well.. by that, i meant we spend too much time fooling around (The boys, with me included somehow) and having volleyball practice (Brain exploding multi-tasking). Both these events are due-ed just one day apart.. and it makes for a really tight schedule to stuff both practices together and it isn't going smoothly.

The volleyball, though, is actually having visible improvements. Each of the players seem to grow in skill quite a lot (Amanda too!!) *gets hyped* and we're all starting to be able to predict movements and communicate with each other. Unlike the time before, where everyone just stood there as the ball fell between the two players that each thought the other was going to get it. Confusion lol. On top of that, we're having loads of ridiculous laughter. Even if it means burning up under the sun and turning blacker than i already am.

The dance however, is giving me less and less hope and confidence. Just look at the overall thingy.. it's barely done man.. the transitions aren't smooth, aren't synch-ed, the choreography isn't complete, and worst of all.. some of us are still taking it with humor. This ain't how things work la please.. anyway, the ONLY thing i see is imaginary ideas that don't go physical. well.. maybe a few.. but hey, time isn't what we've got. There's just two more final days before all is to be shown to the world. We can't afford imperfection, like seriously.

Either way.. It's still nice to see people enjoying themselves in this critical moment.. maybe that's what i learned through this experience. Now just go out there and do it with enjoyment, people. Love all of ya..

Secondhand Serenade - A Twist In My Story.