Friday, July 27, 2007

urban pulse / zouk pictures posted on facebook

Wow. I must be really sleepy because I mistook a black binder clip in office for a huge deformed spider.

Urban Pulse is over, leaving me with a bittersweet feeling. Relief – more free time from now. Longing – why was it over so fast?

My favourite moment on stage was doing Ryan’s item, during the chorus of the song Happy Birthday. The slow 4 counts when we pull our fists down from head height to below the hips. It’s a very simple movement but at those precise 4 moments I felt the overwhelming forlorn sadness described in the lyrics. It was then that I felt most alive and most connected to dance.

So despite his erratic schedule Ryan’s managed to bring the best out of us. Heh.

I can’t decide whether I’m happy or otherwise at this point in time. Everything is going swimmingly – internship, social life, BOSS. I can’t believe I conquered BOSS by getting every one of my Ideal Timetable classes. Money does make the world go round!

Yet I can’t help but to feel that I’m still haunted by demons. Envy, greed, sloth – the deadly sins. I envy those with more prestigious internships and jobs. Despite my GPA will I ever be able to earn as much as them? And that links nicely to greed. The thirst for more, always more. The highest possible starting salary with crazy bonuses. Material goods left, right and centre. But then I’m as lazy as a sloth. Heh.

Was about to go pee but then the song starting on my iTunes stopped me (have formed habit of iTune-ing during work hours). It’s Everything You Want by Vertical Horizon. Totally the soundtrack of my life!

Anyhoo, Zouk yesterday was mad. Syd & Jess already drank at St James together with Jess’s friend Audrey so they were high and screaming like banshees when I met them at Phu. So OK I was screaming too but that’s just reflex. Took loads of pics. Loads loads loads. In all of them we look like drunkards.

Then there’s Jing. Leaving in less than a week… If that’s no reason to party like there’s no tomorrow, then I don’t know what is. K babe. I’ll miss your birthday like you missed mine last year. So it’s gonna be my turn to get you something online. Haha.

Loads of drinks. Jing’s friend Yingquan brought Absolut Peach. Continued drinking vodka jugs inside. With Red Bull, lime and don’t know what else. G&T. Bellini. Long Island (did I even drink that?). Flaming. But Mon the amazing un-pukable machine didn’t puke, just got high. All the way til the morning. Am I good or what! Of course that means answering my mum with nods and headshakes because if I open my mouth she can smell the alcohol.

Fuck. This blog entry so erratic. But I suppose it’s a good first attempt at revival.