Almost a week has passed since my last post, and all I can say is that this week has been an amazingly eventful week. In both good and bad, I guess, haha. Shared much laughter with my peers -- victims stuck on the island -- as we work together to overcome the many obstacles preventing us from leaving this dreadful island. Some of us have already happily left, and the rest of us continue to fight our way through, refusing to bow down to the Imperial Beast.
As it has always been when it comes to literature, one can never be too sure whether he will score well or not. After all, a touch of subjectivity always plays a part in affecting the overall grade given. Overall, both commentaries were not bad, though in both cases, conclusions were not written due to lack of time.
Yesterday, however, was one of the worst days of my life. Having been accustommeed to a relatively illness-free life, the sudden pain that engulfed me almost the whole of yesterday was insanely unbearable. No, that's an understatement. It was so terribly awful that I sincerely felt like asking someone to kill me right there and then. It is difficult to describe in words, but it was as if a cruel monster was twisting my stomach around, causing random spurts of intense stomach pains that rendered me faint and limp. I could barely stand. My limbs felt useless and lifeless, and I was sweating despite the fact that I felt cold. I even looked paler than usual, which is noteworthy knowing how pale I already am naturally. Eventually, I had diarrhea, and the doctor concluded that I had food poisoning -- though I'm rather clueless as to which food caused this abominable pain -- but I felt much better after relieving myself (in the form of diarrhea, no less) and after taking several medications. That is also noteworthy, as it was the FIRST time in my four-year stay in Singapore that I actually took medication for an illness. Normally I would just rely on my body's natural healing capabilities to do the trick, but this time the pain was bad enough to motivate me to take the medicines. By now, I hope I have successfully convinced you that the pain was unimaginably terrible and beyond anything else I've ever felt before. I am now surer than ever about not wanting to give birth, EVER. If this much pain made me want to die, I would not want to imagine how childbirth would be like.
Yet, being the dance addict that I am, I still went for class despite still recovering from the detestable illness called food poisoning. Girl's hiphop =D as expected, I was lacking in energy because of all the diarrhea I had that day, and to add to that, I didn't eat dinner, afraid that the food may trigger further diarrheas. Hence, I felt unusually weak and I caught the choreo much more slowly than usual. My ears were also buzzing endlessly throughout the class, which eventually gave me a pretty bad headache. After the class ended, nausea took over and my poor stomach was forced to vomit its contents out -- much better than if the nausea had been unrelievable. I vomited a second time during a taxi ride, which might have been partially attributed to the dance class I had, though perhaps the main reason was the incompetent driver's jerky, unskilled driving, because my dad felt slightly nauseous too.
Viewed three rooms yesterday with my dad and aunt. First room was dark and small, thus an obvious no-no. Second and third rooms were much better, but my dad and aunt preferred the second one although I liked the third one better. The third unit seemed cozier, although the common area was smaller. Loved the fact that there is a big mirror inside the unit -- wonderful for dancing! Hehe. The second room is not bad either, because the room itself is quite cozy although the common area isn't as nice. There is no mirror :( though it is admittedly spacious enough for me to dance now and then :).
Today (friday) had been much, much better than thursday. Learnt a wonderful choreo to the song 'Not Your Enemy'. I love the choreography tremendously, just as much as I like the song, because it gives so much opportunity to emote. Some parts of the choreo were admittedly a little challenging (my turns suck like shit! hahah!) but I still love it nonetheless. After the long 5-hour class, I had a very noisy, laughterful dinner with wonderful dance friends and the instructor himself =D we laughed and joked so much and so loudly that we got scolded :(. But it was all in good fun. Loved the company tremendously :)
Despite having gone through almost 5 hours of nonstop dancing in school, I still went for more classes afterwards. Never regretted the decision though -- I LOVE BOTH CHOREOS =D I was surprisingly and unexpectedly alert, thus I caught the steps quite easily and quite quickly, although the first choreo was a little fast and challenging at some parts. Love the quirkiness of the song and the multitude of intricate beats (and of course, how the choreographer has smartly used those intricate beats -.- ). The second choreo was very enjoyable too because the song is SOOO NICE =D and again, my alertness allowed me to catch the steps relatively quickly, and some of the steps were pretty natural for me, making it even nicer to dance :) 'Three' by Britney Spears. Heheh =P
Just now I viewed a music video by TaeYang for the song 'Wedding Dress' and I checked the translation for the lyrics. It's so touching and it describes so perfectly the way I'm feeling right now. Almost enough to make me cry =S hahaha. But I'm over the 'melodramatic' stage by now. Glad I am. :)
Ohwell, tomorrow I need to wake up early for more viewings and to study. Sigh.
The potent, addictive drug
that used to occupy my mind
in wakefulness and in sleep
seems to have transformed
into an adorable baby.
No longer does it have
that strangling hold
which leaves me helpless
and breathless.
No longer does it keep
me enslaved and chained
like a servant who does
anything it wishes.
It has bloomed into something
healthier, something sweeter
something I want to take care of
and make happy and healthy.
Really, it just needs to smile
and life is suddenly worth living.
