Wednesday, October 08, 2008
ever since the unfortunate 3 weeks of ballet at age 5, i never actually voluntarily went for anymore dance lessons (excluding the compulsory classical dance lessons in school, and other compulsory events like sli etc.) but as if the above mentioned unfortunate events were not sufficient to point out, or rather, declare that HEY JOOU YOU REALLY CANNOT DANCE LEH, i, one way or another, allowed my mom to talk my into hiphop dance lessons.
yeah, i know. i suspect hypnosis.
so ytd night, eve of The-Last-Eight-Percent-Math-Test, instead of staying nice and warm in the confines of my study with my math textbook as company, i found myself in the condo dance studio, staring dumbly at the instructor (whom was later introduced as Ahmad. Ahmad the instructor who instructs). the "dance floor" was nicely split up into 3 sections: the below 10, the above 10 below 20 and the 20 and above. needless to say, i spent the next 1.5 hours like a flamingo with a caffiene induced high.
joou--> :D joou
trying to dance --> EPICFAILURE X/
as if one such experience isnt enough, the course is already paid for so yes, i will not be able to escape failures humiliating clutches. the only bright side of this whole thing, is that it actually forces me to exercise. xD and with fam coming up in a month or so, this can only be a good thing.
life of course, will never just let things be. today, whilst snacking happily with a bunch of 411ers (its like a class outing everyday) at macs breakfast, a strangely familiar hiphop tune resounded through the famous fastfood restaurant. sarah chong nearly died laughing (and the not so funny thing is, she's actually capable of it. she tried once)
on a brighter note, i celebrated the end of math today by baking. (i reaalllly need to get myself a good 8megapixel, 3/4x zoom, canon technology because my camera phone just aint cutting it)
banana phyllo um... pie?
first time working with phyllo, so it was... interesting. and too sweet, though i already reduced the sugar amounts, but apparently, americans are immune to diabetes.
apple raisin strudel.
this one was more succesful. apples+lemonjuice+sugar+cinnamon= heaven
stuffing!
i really enjoy baking, although yes the kitchen ends up in a mess, you get butter and cream and sugar and whatever else all over your fingers, your hands, your face, your mom thinks you've gone nuts, you stand for hours,
you eventually consume all the calories you've burnt baking, you burn your fingers etcetcetc but hey mans its FUN.
although i do have a loooonnnngggg way to go before i get to eriks skill and even further to get to fik's genius and light years away from culinary expert, cw.
xD
Escaped
{9:10 pm}
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