"Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree. Saying nothing, that's enough for me."
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...of my dance journey, that is.
I just got home from house dance class awhile ago. No one's pushing me to join the house battle tomorrow so I guess I suck that much. I am with no denial. But I need to make a name for myself other than just someone who makes music and someone who is admittedly alone.
Give me at least a year's worth of training and hell yeah, count me in. I'll bring with me another pair of awesome sneakers, head held high, and a hundred and fifty pesos for the registration fee.
For the mean time, I have an awesome boyfriend to cheer for tomorrow's locking battle. Good luck Okim! Win or lose, you're still my adorable mister locker.