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Tuesday, June 22, 2010 . 6/22/2010 02:12:00 AM

As a little girl, I've always wanted to learn how to dance.

Back when I had piano classes when Yamaha was back at Suntec City, while waiting for lessons to start, I'd stare at other little girls in baby pink leotards and tights at the other studio, getting ready for their ballet lessons. 

During my teenage years, I did realise that dancing is not in my blood. I am extremely inflexible, to the point of ALMOST not being able to pass my physical fitness test sit-and-reach component. And mind you, the passing score's 30 cm, and I can't reach that. I have rather good finger coordination, but the same can't be said when the four main limbs are involved. 

Simply to say, I will not be caught dead dancing. Someone already told me I don't even have two left feet:(

There are other dreams to fulfill.