Make it Happen
Dance to the music, flow to the wave of love tide. the sexy girl in the picture was the heroin in the latest hot movie"make it happen". this girl made it happen to realize her dream to a famous dancing school. influenced by her mother , she was born and grown into a good dancer. but her mother died of sickness and so did her father of heart attack. after losing parents, she live with her older brother. while his brother did not show any support to her dance future and after her failing first auditorian , she happened to dance in a club named "ruby", where she made new friends and found back her potential for dancing. during the time in the club, her brother condemned her for the lie of her successfully accepted by the school. sometimes it was painful to tell the truth, lie would be better and a good chance to tell the truth. the chance came later for this dancing girl and she finally convinced everyone by her flowing dancing sole.it was inspiring and encouraging. a girl did not give up her dream and just make it happen finally.
A Labour in Vain!i could have a rather comfortable day but" merry go round" gave me a busy friday. our school dormitory required us to hand in the healthy certification, which i left home, while all the other friends did not forget to take the little devil here.so i had to head for the hospital by myself and get it. after a blank morning i finall could move in the bus 7211. this was my first time by this bus and it took almost 20 minutes to the appointed place. by the road signs indexing the hospital, i reached there and stepped into , just at the flashing moment, a terrible thought came to my mind and my heart was sinking to the bottom of the cold pitch black sea. i forgot to take my ID CARD! it was a horrible thing happened to my recent life. regardless how i begged the lady in the acceptance desk, i had to head back for my dorm again, which meant more waste of time and money. i tried to cut my expenses but it just happeded to use the additional money in an totally unexpecting way.i dragged my heavy legs through the dusty , mixed air. i pulled myself up and folded back to the bus station immediately, with all my cards including key card. another half hour passed and in the same place i jumped off the bus which made me carsick this second time ride. i filled out a form and dealed by x ray, which bothered me to take off all my upper clothes, then injection and urine as usual test happened in china. i was told to get the sheet on next thursday.Completely exausted by the walking, searching, testing , riding in the stuffy bus, i arrived my little temporary home.I thought i had a very bad day and a even worse dinner with too much salt in the blend noodles. sometimes i just went through bad times , i t just went through without leaving the least trace behind. bad times were short.In the evening, together with my other two roommates , not satisfied with the tastless noodles, another one was just too stuffed with food, so we agreed to hang out and do something funny. it was chilly outside, the darkness was decorated with the lamp and running cars coming and going busily, politely. across the track , through the long alley, zhanghen bought a fried chicken and i bought two boxes of strawberry milks and jihyan was trying to make her full stomach flat by walking , talking and laughing.Guess where was sehua? i knew she was having dinner with professors and classmates, but it was wrong for a girl to be out so late. a ring came and it was said sehua was too drunken to come back. we were so worrying about sehua and ready to meet her after another her classmate sent her around here,or in front of our dorm. the place where they gathered must be a long distance from here since it took a long time to take sehua room. she was staggering and rumbling something, not clearly and with some mysterious materials on the forehead, which was seen as food out from her belly through throat. it smelled bad and appeared disgusting. tonight, i saw my daddy in sehua and she was even daddier. a drunk woman was more tacky than a man. she was singing loudly and shouting and torturing us life we were her boyfriend. my god, girl! a broken heart was drunk and it affected the brain defunction. she was still singing randomly out of tunes. where was the noise coming from? i just wanted to throw her out of the window. after 2 hours singing, she must pretended to be drunk. she was too afraid to wake up and come back to this cruel world. But it was wrong to solve problem by alchohol, which only intensify the situation.
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