POINTE is the French word for 'point'.
I think.
But anyway. I just got my pointe shoes for my new ballet grade that I started in March...or was it April?
Saa, who cares. I'm starting Intermediate Foundation and the exam requires pointe shoes. The pointe shoes are weird.
I went with my other ballet classmates (about 4 of them [including me]) and my ballet teacher. She helped us check if the shoes fit or not.
The shoes had flat toes. My father actually thought pointe shoes had pointed toes! [chuckles]
It looked hard to go on points in that shoe, but when I actually tried (just to see if they fit) it was relatively easy (but of course, I had my teacher as support. You can't expect me to go on points for the first time without a support).
The problem was that my feet are...weird. When I point my foot normally for...say...5 seconds, my foot will get...stuck in that position. It's like you want to get out of it, but you can't. It felt like if I moved my foot from my position, the bones will break.
But of course they didn't. I'd shudder to think what'd happen if it actually did. Anyway. Going on points require extreme pointing of my foot, and I found it quite hard to release my foot from that pointed position when I got down from the points.
Okay. This must sound really weird. All the 'point' and 'points' and 'pointe' everywhere. What's more, it's coming from me, Ferrero, the great tomboy of the century (and perhaps millennium or time...). I understand how you feel.
I think.
When I walked back from the shop with my fellow ballet classmate, Louise, she commented that if she didn't know me at all and didn't actually see me dance, she would never in hell believe that I danced ballet...and let alone passed grade 5 with dinstinction. =D
My reputation is good...I like the tomboy reputation!
*Wide grin*
And I didn't manage to get lost on my way from Orchard MRT Station to Tangling Shopping Center! (or was it Centre?)
The inside of the shopping centre was so cool! Like some posh hotel or something, if only it weren't so creepy.
Reasons for creepiness:
#1: Lack of people.
#2: Many shops selling those Buddha related statues which really freak me out. There's at least two on each floor, and every corner I turn, I see at least one such shop...
#3: THE FREAKING SHOP FROM WHICH I BOUGHT THE POINTE SHOES FROM (O.K.H. Ballet Centre) WAS COMPLETELY...ARGH! I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO DESCRIBE IT! (A.K.A. It was all pink and girly...and it made me nauseated.)
I DON"T KNOW WHY I EVEN TOOK UP BALLET 7 YEARS AGO!
This is my 8th year doing ballet...and somehow, I don't feel like quitting...I wonder why...
*assumes "The Thinker"'s pose*
