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So you think you can dance?

1. More - Usher
2. Out of my head - Lupe Fiasco & Trey Songz
3. Yeah3x - Chris Brown
4. Superhuman - Chris Brown & Keri Hilson
5. E.T - Katy Perry & Kanye West
6. Party Rock Anthem - LMFAO
7. One in a Million - Neyo
8. Right Next to you - Chris Brown & Justin Bieber
9. California Kingbed - Rihanna
10. Out of my mind
11. Moves like Jagger - Maroon5 & Christina Aguilera
12. Forever - Chris Brown.

12 songs, 13 weeks of Street Jam classes and MORE to come. Week after week, Princess of Lepaqs, Babydoll and I look forward to our dance class in Talent Hub. We're all not great dancers since we could hardly move right all the time, and we're always freestyling whenever we couldn't get the choreography, but every week we look forward to it because, a) we have an awesome instructor by the name of Vivian Chan who was one of the top 10 participants of 'So You Think You Can Dance', Malaysia; b) it's a fan-freaking-tastic 1 hour jam-packed work-out; c) we get to de-stress after a (usually) horrendous day at work, d) it's fun.

Eventhough Princess of Lepaqs and Babydoll are thinking of moving on to kickboxing next month, I think I'll still remain with Street Jam, until I gather enough nerve and courage to try out our instructor's Contemporary dance classes. Shoot! It's scary as hell coz it's so challenging. But I reckon I would need just as much energy and strength to do contemporary dances as kickboxing requires. I will give the trial class a go with my partners-in-crime, and who knows, I might like it. But I love dancing, so it's highly probable that I will stick to it.

That's one thing down on my list of things to do in my life, by the way. YAYY!!! So happy I fulfilled that bit.

Dancing: For as long as I could remember, I have always been fascinated with dance and singing. Dance movies are instant faves. Even more so if it includes singing. Movies like Singing in the Rain, Summer Stock, The King and I, Grease, Dirty Dancing, Strictly Ballroom, Honey, Step Up, Save the Last Dance, these are just some of the movies that inspired me and make feel good whenever I watch 'em.

So when I was 16, I finally braved myself to participate in my school house cheerleading team. Mind you, I have been a chubby-wubby since I was a bub. So it was a little bit daunting to think that a person of my size would even be allowed to be a cheerleader. But then when I saw some of my "more-to-love" seniors in school who jiggied on the field for sports day like it was "1999", my temptation was pushed from curiosity to reality. The difference between the conventional style of cheerleading and how my school did it was, they needed volunteers who could follow the choreography well. If you can't really follow, then you wouldn't make the cut. So I guess in a way, that was the "audition". And then there wasn't any criteria in terms of size or weight or height. There wasn't a specific jump, summersault, splits, or complicated twists and turns that we had to demonstrate to qualify for the team. We just had to be a team, and dance our arses off. Of course it comes with the cheers and pom poms, the claps and the outfit. But it was so much fun too, especially when we get special times and excused from classes to practice our routine. There were, of course, some who were bonafide gymnasts. So they could do the tricks and we'd (the non-gymnasts) be the support.

There were four teams in my school; Adele (yellow), Aidan (red), Pauline (blue) and Xavier (green). I was in the green house. Among these four, we had to collect points to determine the overall winner through various sporting activities. Cheerleading also gets judged and would contribute to the overall points. My 2 cents contribution for my house was tug-of-war and cheerleading. I was never a sportsgirl to begin with. Anyhow, as it turned out at that time Xavier was really strong. We emerged as the overall winner and our cheerleading was judged the best. It was one of the best 15 minutes (literally) of my life to be on that field forming a part of the 'X'.

After that, I hardly took part in any coreographed dances. Yeah a little bit of jiggying here and there when I go out with my friends but that's just mostly swaying to the beat. The only other time would be when I performed for annual dinner of one of the companies I've worked in. But it was still nothing quite like the exhiliration of full blown coreography. Until now, that is.

Maybe after this I will also try out salsa. Or maybe I should wait for when I have a dance partner. Haha...

Keep on dancing!


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