:: are there angels or devils crawling here? ::

:: Monday, September 22, 2003 ::

Well since August 31st, it would be just about three weeks since i broke the blog silence.
Can be simply be explained as a post-prelim syndrome. i simply decided to go on an extended high after the papers. Which is not exactly the smartest thing to do since the emphasis is usually on the A levels.
But hey.
Fuck care.
Never considered myself much of an intelligent homosapien anyway.
Evidence of such is readily available-- all one needs to do is just to take a glance at my prelims results. i might have scored okay for art, lit and gp, economics and history were so fucked down the drain the argentinians on the other side of the world can smell it.
...i know. Not a very good analogy.
bleah. Fuck care.

The good thing is. i'm on a acsians would be on a post-prelim high (or just me), while the rest would be in the midst of prelim shits.
haa.
Sucks to be you.
Good luck.
But what the fuck.
The one week holiday after the papers was just seven days of soulless fun. heh.
Monday was the fARTS beachday at Sunset Bay in Siloso Beach. That was fun.
and if a picture might be worth a thousand words, here's about 4 essays worth.






Ohohoh. And the Teacher's Day performance was abso-fucking-lutely great.
Thursday night we had stayed so late in school, just practicing until we simply went past the 'my soles are in a world of pain' stage into the 'what soles?' stage.
This dance is the most krazy so far, with 5 minutes worth of just pure rhythmn. It is impressive and it is a crowd-pleaser. Its also fucking tiring heh.
So doing it again and again was draining for me at least, though after a while you just somehow think that you can simply bhangra until you drop dead before you even know it.
Thursday night we stuffed cold pizza into our hungry mouths after slavemaster jas eventually decided we were actually required to be alive for the real dance tomorrow.

Of course i'm exaggerating. i was having the time of my life.

And Friday was as it was. Krazy.
Krazy.
that'd be a day i'd always remember. So thanks to KP, Jas, Kev and Shaun, and the J1s Collin, Toshi and Bertrand. Fucking amazing. And good luck to KP, whose going to India on a great opportunity to possibly be the next Bollywood star. You've got a shot, so as the Wiseman Em says: 'lose yourself'.
heh.
And don't you forget the manjans that danced with you.



Then there was Wednesday when i brought Cecile to Zouk for Mambo Night.
Which was rather crappish, since they weren't really playing mambo. Just retro.
I could have swore half the AC J2s were there. And we just all filtered to Phuture, where its R'n'B. Where its music.

One thing i like to think about is that Zouk didn't get a single cent out of me that night. I got my drinking done way before Zouk. And i got in free cos David, an old friend of mine was a DJ and sometimes worked there.
Which is just bleah. Here we are, 18 years old and i'm studying in a junior college and here's this guy whose just as old as me and earning 200 to 300 bucks per gig.
Bleah.

And at this point the one thing i can remember for the past weeks is--
i'm seriously drinking waay too much.
Before the post-prelim high, a bottle of Long Island can get me buzzing well enough if i drink it right. But now i need at least two. And a shot of 40s.

heh.
Oh well.

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:: Michael 9/22/2003 07:49:00 AM [+] ::
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