Thursday, September 23, 2004

lesson #100: buttnaked freedom

This week has been nothing short of surreal. Everything was so rushed, yet finally came to an end. My LTB presentation, comm presentation, quizzes, and last but not least... dance. All our hard work. Everyday late-night practices. Every single one of our bruises. It is now over. We gave SO much, just for a 4-minute performance. Unbelievable!



Took this from Sydney's blog... hehe


My left buttcheek is especially sore. Can't even sit down properly. Just now I had Stats, and I had had to sit tilting to one side so that I wouldn't put pressure on the sensitive area... Ahem. Was that too explicit?


Last but not least, about freedom. I'm gonna miss not having to answer to anyone. The parents are flying back right now. They will be here in 2 hours' time. I guess it's back to feeling suffocated... I can already feel pangs of sadness, like missing an old lover. I'm gonna miss my freedom really really bad!


A note regarding N:
We are slowly slipping into The Valley of Boredom. Honestly. We're so domesticated, we're like a puppy who only poops into a toilet bowl. When was the last time we had a date which does not involve Burger Kings, a TV set, and a bed? I honestly can't remember. I'm a wine-me-and-dine-me kind of girl. I can't stand not going to Orchard! Lead me back to my destiny - where the shops abound and the discounts never cease! Failing that, take me clubbing and pay for my Snowballs!


I think I'm gonna take him to Fox. I have four 20% discount vouchers for Fox Men/Women and have not used a single one. There's something seriously wrong with that.


(Oh, if you think The Nymph is bad enough, check this out: N is a Hornivore.)