To the Dance Room

I love talking to my dance seniors, they seem so wise. Dance practices have been so intensive lately it paralyzes my body. I could lay motionless all day long.

On Saturday the blardy school had to shut all the stairways. Plus the lift wasn't working in the morning. So all of us dancers had to climb from the centrestage staircase to make our way to the dance room. I got lost, somehow. And after our debrief the school made an announcement saying that the school was closing, all of us made a mad dash to the toilet, some of us stripping out of our dance attire into going-out clothes.

I met baby after dance on Saturday, we celebrated our pre-monthsary. I love baby to bits, you neh-neh-pok, shouldn't spend so much $$$ on me. But I don't complain though. But you still shouldn't spend so much on me.

I got into trouble on Friday. Almost in deep shit thing, but somehow I don't really bother about the consequences. Well, life sucks, deal with it. I miss Ms Alicia Ng. I could remember all those sarcasstic quotes of her's.