ballet exam

today was my ballet exam. i was woken up by my nightmare. here goes : some how, a parking lot is haunted and i was there too. and there were many people flying around. OH, did i mention that i became a guy? i managed to run out of it and when i saw few mean looking guy, i pretended to be dead. to make sure that i wont go around telling everyone about this, they carved my foot into some weird shape.

then somehow, i met this girl (I'm still a guy) and we fell in love. then those mean looking guys were after me and i carried the girl, running around my neighbourhood. the running around my neighbourhood part was so vivid.

then i woke up screaming for my mom. my brother was watching something on his ipod and he was scolding me (i think). then i slept on the sofa.

the next time i woke up was eight. our neighbour brought some raw roti canai and my grandma had to fry it.

mm-mm mm. so much more better than those from the stall.

then i bathed. my mom tied my hair into a bun. packed everything and left the house. sms-ed tzyy jee, my ballet friend. saw miss yong and priya in the classroom. warmed up and tzyy jee came.

warmed up some more and shermei came. then, the first group came up.

oh no!

we prepared and the examiner ringed the bell. we went in, said good morning, put our stuff by the side and did the exercises on the barre.

moved to center. that's when the horror began. there was one exercise with four balances. i wobbled for all but one. ain't that sad?

D:

but for the others, i did kinda good. i mean the balances. for the other exercises. then changed to character. last to finish changing. cuz i was so smart to forgot about the exam and cut my fingernails. but still managed to take it off.

then, the exam ended! *wheew* i really hope i can get a distinction.



gotta go people.


bye!





loves,



Jill









:: a dog has no use for fancy cars or big homes of designer clothes. a water log stick will do just fine. a dog doesn't care if you're rich or poor, smart or dumb. in their heart, they'll give you this.

how many people can you say that about? how many people can make you feel rare and special?how many people can make you feel EXTRAORDINARY? ::



*adapted from Marley and Me*