so two weeks ago, I wrote about an upcoming dance competition and spring break. Well, I've done the dance competition and I'm in spring break.

Firstly, dance competition.

As I have mentioned in the title, dance is losing its meaning. It's not all about the technique and/or the complexity of the moves anymore. Dance has become based on vulgarity, on sexuality, on how well you can strip off them damn clothes. It really sucks actually.

So obviously, we didn't win the competition. We weren't all too sad though I don't think. We just know that if this were a real competition, with real judges (not a choreographer who happened to have choreographed the dance that actually won this competition)..well we would've had a much better chance.

The night after the competition, we talked about how it would be if this competition had a section in which we had to mimic the other groups' dance moves.

In conclusion: we would've won. By a mile. Hehehehehe.

Just the way it is. Their moves consisted of legs spreading apart, shaking their asses, winking and opening their mouths as if they were having an orgasm. Our moves consisted of everythang. From krumping [not entirely sure if that's how you spell it] to kips to a lot of Usher-leg movement to...well..everything. They wouldn't stand a chance.

Oh by the way, there was one gay guy who I really wanted to slap with that smug look on his face. Toot toot.

Okay..I guess I'm being a sore loser. but at least I know we had a real dance.

Well now I'm at Jan's house because my family's in Manila. My family's trying to make me feel guilty by not going there.

Sure they're making me feel guilty, but honestly, I wish they'd stop. I'd just gotten a message from my dad saying:

Aren't you sorry you didn't go with mom?

Oh wow. Thanks Dad.

When they come back, they better not tell me anything that went on in Manila. Because I will honestly have earphones in my ears, blasting loud loud rock music from my iPod, with the tears rolling down my cheeks.