Wednesday, January 18, 2006

that man-made fountain

So yesterday was terrible. It started out all right; at the driving centre, I literally bumped into S minutes before my lesson and we had a little chat. He told me about all the dance stints that he's been doing and I secretly envied him. Am I really this stuck in a rut? Not being chosen for Funka has been a self-fulfilling prophecy - because I think I'm not good, I became not good. Like he pointed out, it's prolly lack of self-confidence and opportunities. How true. Y'know... Every time I start talking about dance these days, I feel very bitter and nasty. Dance has changed from being my love to being my ex that sometimes I fondly reminisce about but that most of the time I spit at because of the turn of events it put me through.

But I digress. Will talk about dance some other time. If I could carefully screen my words to be not too foul.

Anyway... Afterwards, had QM lesson which ended early, again. I changed my mind about this Prof. I don't care if he can't speak Engrrish for nuts. He always releases us at least half an hour early, and that's awesome! Especially if otherwise you'd have to rush for dinner before *grumble* dance rehearsal *grumble grumble*.

So ate dinner and went for the combined rehearsal for Grand Opening, which form now on I shall shorten as GrOpe to make typing easier. Rehearsal was rather crap because of the last minute changes certain senior personnel put us through. Really, she is so bent on her own view that she doesn't care about frustrating our choreographer right in front of her face. I can see it was a total nightmare for everyone else except for the senior personnel.

But something else was going on as the rehearsal went s..l..o..w..l..y underway. My tummy was gurgling and accumulating air inside. I felt abdominal fullness and the taste of bile rising up. For the later half of the rehearsal I couldn't concentrate at all because of the ill feeling. I really wanted the GrOpe rehearsal to be over, but it went on and on, and each second that passed by became utter agony. And I came to wonder how come everyone didn't notice how sick I've become. I felt completely sick like I was about to die and nobody noticed. I tell ya, it is the worst feeling in the world to be wanting to cry for help so much, and nobody paid attention.

Finally couldn't take it so I excused myself. I wanted to go home in a cab but felt the puke coming along so I rushed to a toilet in the Accountancy block to do just that. I felt marginally better for about 5 seconds after puking, then had to puke another time. And another. I knew it was far from over because my abdomen was still in pain.

Walked out to call a cab again, but every single one of 'em had tiny black shadows of people inside. So I waited for my bus for about 100 years, and then inside that bus, I felt like puking for every three stops that we passed, so the bus ride was rather hellish, then I got home and puked about 4 - 5 more times.

I am bloody suing that stall selling chicken hor fun.