A wedding party

Yesterday, I joined a wedding party with all my friends, approximately 10. we, handsome guys , gathered around at 6 and had to wait about half an hour for our surprisingly pretty class monitor and other two cute girl friends. By the time everyone arrived, we started our first courses quickly, followed by the second and the third…we rushed and ate very quickly ( esp NGOV Veng- ate without lifting his head ). We do so in order to enjoy one fantastic activity--dancing. Can’t wait any more, I, along with some dancing expert friends, desirably went to dance altogether. At first, two of my friends didn’t seem likely to enjoy with us, cos they said they didn’t know how dance and was afraid of embarrassing and being clumsy. After my very hard encouraging and persuading , they agreed and crazily, happily learn to dance from me . I was really appreciated their braveness and their having a heart to learn. This recalled me of my past memory that when I first learn to dance. ( by the time I arrived city , really didn’t have much knowledge about the skills. At province, I was very shy and afraid of being laugh at, so almost all the parties hardly ever did I participate in this activity. Plus, most adults with my age did not have interest in it , just finished the final course and stayed a bit , they would rush home or went elsewhere. As a result, I couldn’t dance until I lived in Phnom Penh). (This was their first step in learning , and I hope that they will keep practicing it—it’s worth to learn both our traditional dancing and western hip-hop style.) cos the sky was getting dark and time was getting to be late, we decided to leave at 9:30 or so. everyone was really enjoyed it very much…