"Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up
I need your loving hands to come and pick me up"
-FM Static, Tonight

From GraceTan's blog! ;D

You know your a dancer when...

You have fights with gymnasts about who works harder.
Erm, not really.
You have blisters on your feet for life.
Not for life, but yeah I do [when we do intense pointe work]
Your body cracks loud enough to stop class but you don't hear it.
Nope. But I do crack up.
You dance down the hallway instead of walk.
Yes!
All your friends are eating dinner while you are in class.
Yup.
You do plies and tendus while waiting in line.
Sometimes.
You do grande jetes in the parking lot and down the streets.
Sometimes.
Your friends ask you to over split "just for fun!".
Yes a few times!
You know more French than English.
Nope.
Before everything you do you say 5,6,7,8.
Only before someTHINGS.
You laugh at a non-dancer when they say their feet hurt.
HAHA. No I'm not so evil.
You stand en Pointe in your shoes when talking to friends.
Yes. When I'm in hard-enough shoes.
You bend over to pick up something and your leg shoots up to a 180* angle.
At home.
You get disgusted when you see cheerleaders for many reasons.
No.
All the boys at school are afraid of you because you can kick so high.
No.
Instead of calling rooms "rooms" you call them "studios".
No.
When you go to get your hair cut you tell them to cut it long enough to be able to put it in a bun.
Yes.
You always stand in first or fifth.
Sometimes.
When your friends at school ask how your day/weekend was you tell them about what happened at dance/rehearsal.
Yes.
You find bobby pins in the weirdest places - the kitchen, the shower drain, your shoes.
SUPER TRUE.
You forgot what your dance friends look like with "real" clothes.
No.
You see an empty hallway, and it tempts you to do a grande jete.
Yes.
Splits aren't that amazing; it is a way of life.
HAHA.
You penchee to pick something up that you dropped and then staying there trying to get your leg up higher.
Yup!

Orchard tomorrow with Estelle.

I still owe Jiaqin her earrings. Oh and guess what, I FREAKING DROPPED MY YELLOW EARRINGS SOMEWHERE AND I CAN'T FIND THEM, RAWR. Aww. So I had no choice but to change to red ones. And the worst thing? I don't think Chamelon still sells the same size and colour cos the last time I went to the Far East one, I didn't see any. So, hopefully I find a pair hiding behind the other earrings when I get there.