Dance Kills.

GREAT. so i am the RESERVE for SYF. yay. I almost died after Dance yesterday.and today's dance prac was worst. 3.5 hours of non-stop squatting and kneeling and knocking and swaying and shaking and sticking your hips out while bending your back inwards and tilting your head and balancing on one leg. after tmr's dance prac..one can only find me in the grave. Mom is amazing. Dear shraddha patil left her calculator in mom's car after tuition on monday. and since that poor gurl has her Bio Spa on the coming monday, i have to pass it to her by this week. So, i need to pass it to Kenneth (primary sch friend) who lives opposite me and is in her school to pass it to her. And that idiot kenneth was just too fat to get his ass down the block leaving me to defeat the distance between us with my aching body just to send it to him. and dear MOM decided to tag along to see how this once fat and fair boy in her daughter's class has turn out to be. and she just had to bring my dog along. great. so when kenneth asked. ' err..do you want to come in?' (out of courtesy) Mom replied. "well....i don't mindddddd. *then she Grinned* " So she invited herself in like that and started chatting non-stop with his grandmother and toured around the house. Kenneth was too busy hugging my dog. so i kept myself occupied in his kitchen. and that white chubby figure blamed me for calling him which resulted in the vibration of his fone which then resulted in the falling of his fone to the floor. so it was MY fault for calling him when he was stupid enough to put his one week old damn expensive nokia fone on the edge of his CD player which was on top of his TV which was on top of his cupboard. so we ended up blaming each other for blaming each other. GREAT. and my dog was so kind. he peed on the lift. guess who had to wipe it up? ME. I SO DO NOT look forward to tmr.