My Big Day

29 November is my Big Day. Please get ready the champagne glasses. And champagne, of course.
No, i'm not getting married, although sometimes i do fantasize about that once in a while. Well, i can't help it, being at this age and getting wedding invites from my pals every other month. At the last count, six guys from my secondary class have gotten married while two gals are aready speaking the "gaga, googoo, okok, mummy's here" language. One is heavily pregnant now.
But of course, a fantasy, according to dictionary.com is defined as imagination, esp. when extravagant and unrestrained, hence a fantasy remains something that is played in the mind, not the real life.
Eh, i think i've digressed. This blog is not about weddings and having babies. Nowhere near, although the experience will be equally nerve-wrecking.
I'm gunning for my piano diploma again, after a failed attempt to clinch the deal last year, thanks to my rather disastrous showing. Can't believe it's been a year since i last took the exams. The jittery, can't-sit-can't-stand-can't-eat-can't sleep syndrome haunted overbearingly. Somehow, when it's exam time, it's usually poo time rather than show time. Yes, it feels like i'm defecating, where i get everything out at one go.
No pauses, no thought, no nuances, no expression, no nothing. Such odious playing. I always felt helpless, when the hands refused to do the bidding of its master. The obstinate creatures go into the little dance of shaking from left to right, non-stop, as if performing the butt-shimmying, only that they aren't half as sexy.
Arghhhh, i want to pass the exam. Anyone wants to be my audience, so that my hands can be tired from all the shimmying and are finally willing to cooperate for once at the right time?
Bring in the champagne glasses!