AAARRRGGGHHH!
*tries to catch breath*
Okay, I know it's not very nice to start the first post in a long long time with a blood curdling scream (oh the cliched term...).
Anyway, yesterday will be the last time I put on contacts for 2 years. At least, I hope it will be. Contacts aren't exactly the best because it feels REALLY weird to have something in your eye but not feel it there. It's also very uncomfortable to look up and not see things blurrily as they usually are when you wear spectacles (and looking up means looking at things without the help of your glasses).
Oh, you must be wondering WHY on EARTH am I wearing contacts. Right.
This may sound unbelievable, but...I just took my ballet exam yesterday.
DON'T LAUGH. DON'T YOU DARE LAUGH.
If you do I'll rip your head apart and dislocate your shoulders. I'd gouge out your eyeballs and pluck out your tongue. I'll put you in a frilly pink dress (regardless of gender) and apply heavy pink make-up on you.
DON'T YOU DARE LAUGH.
Okay, now that I'm done threatening you, I'll proceed to 'documenting' my experience.
*sweet smile* (shiver at my sadism! MUAHAHAHA!)
So yeah. DON'T YOU DARE LAUGH.
The examiner (Mrs. Derby) was very nice. Too nice. She made the exam seem like not an exam at all. She corrected our mistakes and allowed us another chance to do the exercise again, properly this time, and she also made small talk with us! That was just weird.
Also, before the exam officially started, she asked if she could take a photo with us to put in the magazine BBO (British Ballet Organisation) published since she thought it'd be nice to have a photo of Singaporean ballet dancers. So...okay...
I'm pretty sure my pirouettes were HORRIBLY done. Pirouette = turns, go figure. My balance yesterday was fantastic! Fantastically horrendous, that is. *runs to room of gloom* I stumbled on EVERY turn en diagonal. Which was half the pirouette exercises. My left side would have been better but NOOOO, she made us do only on the right side...AAARRRGGGHHH!
Now you know why I screamed that 'blood curdling' scream.
I think my presentation was okay, but I forgot to smile. I remember one exercise where I did it close to perfection (or what my idea is of perfection) and I smiled at the examiner (Mrs. Derby) who smiled back at me. I was like: SHE ENJOYED THIS EXERCISE! YES~! I"M GONNA GET A HIGH SCORE FOR THIS ONE!
Of course, point is, the exercise probably didn't have a very large weightage...
NOOOOOOO!
This year's exam was horribly done, and my breathing was so loud I'm sure Mrs. Derby heard it all the way from the front of the room. I can't help it! I was really out of breath. Funny thing is, I never felt out of breath during an exercise but am ALWAYS out of breath when NOT doing an exercise. I'm so strange. I think I came from planet XE1957356. The people there all have my face and body type. What's to say I don't belong there?
Okay...冷笑话...
But honestly, I think I'm really strange.
My pointe work was okay, but a little unsteady during echappe to second...or whatever that was called. I know it's an echappe something but I'm not sure what. My emboittes weren't too nice either, but I like my paccouru, whatever it's spelt.
Of course, my morale dropped really low when Mrs. Derby pointed out that it should be the front edge of our pointe shoes that are worn out, not our back, which made me really O.o because my back edge was the REALLY worn out part.
-.-"
Honestly, after the exam, I felt as if my grade would be a bare pass or low merit... *wails*
Okay...enough of self-pity.
I'm sure some people already know I lost my camera on Thursday and my bag strap broke (not so much broke as 'detached from bag') on Friday. I was really having a terrible Learning Journey week.
The camera cost about S$400, and my father said that if I couldn't find it he'd deduct this sum from my pocket money. However, the most devastating thing was that the camera held ALL the photos I'd taken from Dairy Farm Quarry, Singapore Quarry AND the ACM, all of which I need for Geography and English AAs!
NOOOOOO!
Luckily, I found it on Saturday morning. I had thought it was lost forever! I thought I hadn't even brought it home! I was really pissed on Thursday night when I searched for it high and low and couldn't find it.
Finding the camera on Saturday was, really, nothing more than a fluke. I woke up late, as usual, and tossed around in bed for a while, enjoying the last few minutes of in bed time, when I rolled to near the edge of my bed and opened my eyes to the things around me. There, in front of me, was my camera, buried under a small cushion I left beside my bed.
I was all: WHAT??? YOU MEAN I WASTED SO MUCH TIME AND ENERGY 2 DAYS AGO TO FIND THE CAMERA AND NOW I FOUND IT JUST BY WAKING UP?!?!?
But of course, you can imagine that I was rather pleased with myself for finding it. Well, I was pleased with God, that is, but I was also a little angry at Him. I mean, He made me expend so much energy searching for the camera only to give it to me as I wake up one bright and sunny Saturday morning.
Can somebody say 'WHAT?!?'
Honestly, the nerve of Him to play around like this... *pulls a long face and sticks tongue out at God*
I was so worried too!
