Get this freak on

I took part in the hitz.fm Rexona No Sweat Dance Challenge solo rounds two weeks ago. My talent as a ‘dancer’, if such a term can be used, has been cultured from an audacity to perform the funky chicken in the hippest nightspots in town. Conclusively, for the audience’s support being sufficient enough to help me win must say something about the changing standards of acceptable codes of conduct in Malaysia. I had the choice of walking away with RM300, or taking hip-hop classes to culminate in a performance at the Grand Finals for the chance to win RM1000. I could have grabbed that cash and treated my folks to a nice red-cloth Chinese seafood dinner, but I instead opted for the risk of endangering my physiological welfare. My first dance class starts this evening, which is the first of twelve spread over the next month and a half. My individual essay assignment is due on 1st July, my final exam is on the 12th and I've got weekly reports to continue submitting to the boss. Hallelujah.