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Wednesday, October 28, 2009, 10:54 PM
Images of broken light
So as i'm writing this, my eyes shift from the wooden parquet of my floor to the off white of my ceiling trying to burrow into the deepest pits of my mind to tell you my life story that has taken place over the past week or so. Then i realize that the only thing i can tell you is that I've been having rehearsals. Nothing else but that. Although tiring, the insane combination of both text and dance routines are strangely relaxing. I feel like i'm working a job rather than following a set list of CCA rehearsal timings. Results were revealed last week. I didn't do too badly this time, it's prolly too early to say but, I've been promoted and have managed to boost my intellectual status from "inadequate" to "decent." But i doubt much can change to divert the direction of my grades. In the end, i think i can say i'm satisfied. Pfft. My birthday's coming round the bend in about a month or so, and this time, i'm really not looking forward to it. Every year i have such great expectations for a surprise or some sort of celebration that someone might throw in my face, but almost every year, nothing much has happened except the wonderful love from my family. Besides, this time, most of my closest friends will be in another country while i sit here on this Island, laughing at myself and my decision to shift my Egypt trip to an earlier date just so i could be in Singapore on my birthday to celebrate it. Pfft. Funny how the things you plan for never actually go according to the blue prints. And like you said, it's also during ACFF, so no one's gonna chose any party i'm holding over that. True. Fine. You win. Ruin my hopes of a party when i went to your ruined one. Get bent you sickening dickweed. Sometimes, i wonder why the dark hands of fate ever put you and i face to face. It feels like i'm walking through a hall of multi-coloured mirrors, smashing every reflection with hobnail boots strapped to my feet. Every monster that stares back at me, every single monster that you told me i am. Ok, i shan't digress into that path. I've got dance rehearsals for HSM, CMC and Desi Girl back to back on Friday. Survive it? Oh sure, why not? Death seems funny to me now after being so used to all this. Dad managed to grab front rows for the Tommy Emmanuel concert at the esplanade tomorrow. God bless your soul dear father. Best part, tomorrow is rehearsal free. I'm going to the concert to see one of the most skilled acoustic guitarists of our time and nothing even close to a flying truck is going to stop me. p.s. Does anyone else feel like sleeping in tomorrow and banishing all thoughts of school and work? |
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