I couldn’t sleep last night because little snippets of memories from the crazy flurry of the past few days were floating around in my head.
1 & 2 & 3 & 4, 5, 6 & 7 & 8,
Zaki’s suitcase-ful of ferrero rocher – a box for every single dancer <3,
My crazy short skirt,
Grinning like I’ve never grinned before,
Bruises on my shoulders, spine, and knees,
Our dearest Sausage Ho Xin Qin (we christened her!),
The swing I couldn’t sit on,
Quick change in the STAR dressing room,
Ikan kekek mak ilui ilui,
The audience laughing and cheering for the clogs dance (to our surprise),
Losing my grey tights and finding them again,
Doing pointe for the last time in a long while,
JIGGLE (!!),
Camwhoring brought to new heights,
But my camera doesn’t work well in the cold hence few pics for me,
My lovely IC’s Sausage & Beatrice, small Evelyn, and Amy & Angie too,
Screaming our lungs out and jumping and hugging and laughing and crying after the finale,
Flowers and hugs and praises and love from friends and family,
Brave Tubzz,
NYDC supper,
2 mudpies shared with Sarah and Kevin,
SEVEN WEEKS to common tests (bleugh),
Getting locked out of Suntec at 1 am, walking through the bar to get out,
Squishing into Bryan’s car with Des and Evelyn (thanks!),
Promises to dance again, ballet, lyrical, maybe some partner stuff,
Anything, I’ll give anything, to keep on dancing.
Dance, dance, dance.
Amarante 2006,
A night of everlasting beauty.
