Just Dance.

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don't think just dance,

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Gosh. What has come over me. Yesterday I chucked my jacket in school, today I left my bag in the dance studio. The best part is, I din even realise they were gone. How muddle headed can I get =(

Lord, please bless me with someone that will remind me that I left things behind. I pray that I'd not leave my rifle behind during NS, or I'd just die there.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

I enjoyed myself thoroughly today. Every minute of it. Motivates me to train harder for dance.

passion to move.

Passion Groove Life.