Friday, August 24, 2007
The usual about NUS:- travelling's still a bitch
- i wake up at 6am for 2 out of the 4 days of school. i end at 6pm for 2 out of the 4 days of school.
- i take 2 hours to travel to school for a 2 hour lecture on alternate mondays and tuesdays, then head back home.
- rau and i are horribly lonely people who drift about school and spend breaks alone until we get each other's company and then some.
What just got worse about NUS:- Dr Gwee aka NUS' Mr Burns is a horrible lit lecturer. leonard, liting and i and even my evil intelligent squirt actually left the LT having not understood a SINGLE WORD of his lecture, and all you guys know that i'm not that horrible in lit, and that my squirt is a genius. for the first time in a very long while, we knew we were so fucked, sulas and i started drafting a plea of help to mr ho and ol' harris the minute we got on the bus. at the end of the day, i hated conrad more as a result, not to mention i was piss-foul mood.
- i made a complete fool of myself in dance auditions. a severe blow is dealt to your self-esteem when dancers you have stage-managed before smile with recognition at you even before you have filled up your application form. guangling and i felt like walking out the minute we entered the studio. and it only got worse, because zaini's choreography, no matter how fun it was, got me totally twisted into a freak. i really regretted not enjoying the choreography because zaini's choreo was really funky and sexy and fun, but me being me, could only get the steps right. and when we had to improv for that r&b song he chose, all these Pamugun moves started to make their entrance into my system. and because i had NOTHING ELSE that i could promote myself with, i started doing a lot of penches. which looked....bad. and...weird. i looked like worse than khairul when he wasn't doing very well in slot. i was flapping, people. it would be a real joke if i got into dance ensemble. and if i did, i'd keep a low profile and WORK REALLY HARD.
- tutorials start next week.
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vernie, i miss you already. blah.
~Love
