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Everyone calls me Melissa cause thats my name.
I like to dance and eat and drool and ogle at hot bods and shop for pretty clothes and kick butts.
I think you'll like me if you get to know me.

[ 3:11 PM ]

Unglam.

Look at that little angel in her tutu!

Wonderful weather.

Hel-O People!

It's gonna be a loooooooooooooooooooooooong {but not whiny} post with a little more pictures than usual.

Yesterday: Ballet Under the Stars.

It was my first time watching dancers from the Singapore Dance Theatre perform.

& I must say i was rather impressed, especially with the ballerina, Xia Hai Ying.

She was dazzling on pointe and mind you, her Développé was easily 180 degrees.

I gasped with amazement everytime she lifted her beautiful legs to her ears.

The guys were not bad, but a little miscoordinated and unbalanced for professional dancers.

Still impressive though {as compared to this 浑水摸鱼 ballerina here (:}

They mostly danced with their torsos bare, so it was a treat for the eyes (strictly females and gays only)

Ms.Tay, Sophie and I gasped whenever the half-naked male dancers came on stage. haha.

Adequately-toned and not too overbuilt. Like sculptures i should say. Mm-mm.

Even the ballerinas had abs. Swee-eet.

I strongly recommend all fans of ballet to watch the subsequent "Ballet Under the Stars" .

1)Dont go to early - Sophie and I waited til we were about half-rotten.

2)Find a nice spot about 10m away from the stage.

3)Bring insect repellent. You never know when the bugs go gaga.

Today: Ballet class (as usual)

At 7.30 am this morning, I was contemplating whether or not to go for class.

I slept at 1 am the previous night, so i was really lazy to wake up.

But the thought of missing out new steps gave me the motivation to move my fat ass outta bed.

So miraculously, melly lum did turn up for lesson {standing ovation, clap clap clap}

Human beings are reall queer creatures.

We get tired of beautiful things easily.

Like me.

Sometimes, i feel that dancing is such a burden.

There's so much to watch out for.

Are my legs turned out? Am i dancing this correctly? Did i sickle my feet? Do i look nice?

After some time, it becomes a toll on my love for dancing.

I become sick of being careful.

Then i start being reckless in dancing.

Then again, i get upset when i dont do things to my very best.

And i piss myself off again.

I think i might need a shrink soon.

Bah!