1 day in a life of.....
ok...the rehearsals today went fine except for the fact that there were quite a number who didn't turn up for the thingy.....
my legs and thighs and feet hurts despite having passed 3 days since i had the torturing Jazz cum "ballet" training session. learned a lot of stuff from peter...damn he's such a good dancer, wished i know lots bout the technicalities and such.
the funny thing that happened just now by the way was that i was out with my "dance klan" and we were at Shaw Towers and there bumped into so many of my Army frens, whom by the way i haven't been keeping in touch, and started talking or reminiescing our good old times, and yeah still bloody bitched about the pple who so called helped "mould" us and of course the jokers who sort of left an "impact" in the suburbs of our memories.
then got home just to find myself ever so worked up about things i didn;t do, things i did and about things that i wished i'd done, i don't know why but it's got to stop. (i'm sure there's something in the house thats precipitating my thoughts into a frenzy....hhmmm....it's time to call upon Sherlock Holmes...lame*)
later, met up with some peeps who really don't understand why some things are done the way they should be done and that u keep explaining to them in circles until u realise that even if u give them the obvious of the obvious....they woudn't get it...but yeah...u meet such pple all the time what can i say.....
sigh~..what shall i talk about now?
hhmm...still trying to find something to do to fill up my hols meaningfully..i hope that'll happen sooner or later, if it'll ever...gosh#
my legs and thighs and feet hurts despite having passed 3 days since i had the torturing Jazz cum "ballet" training session. learned a lot of stuff from peter...damn he's such a good dancer, wished i know lots bout the technicalities and such.
the funny thing that happened just now by the way was that i was out with my "dance klan" and we were at Shaw Towers and there bumped into so many of my Army frens, whom by the way i haven't been keeping in touch, and started talking or reminiescing our good old times, and yeah still bloody bitched about the pple who so called helped "mould" us and of course the jokers who sort of left an "impact" in the suburbs of our memories.
then got home just to find myself ever so worked up about things i didn;t do, things i did and about things that i wished i'd done, i don't know why but it's got to stop. (i'm sure there's something in the house thats precipitating my thoughts into a frenzy....hhmmm....it's time to call upon Sherlock Holmes...lame*)
later, met up with some peeps who really don't understand why some things are done the way they should be done and that u keep explaining to them in circles until u realise that even if u give them the obvious of the obvious....they woudn't get it...but yeah...u meet such pple all the time what can i say.....
sigh~..what shall i talk about now?
hhmm...still trying to find something to do to fill up my hols meaningfully..i hope that'll happen sooner or later, if it'll ever...gosh#
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