well, for yesterday and today, at least.
what's life without a bit of pleasure now and then, you say. welll, now, how about considering the fact that i have something called a bloody memo to hand up this saturday. oh i forgot, this FRIDAY because i'm gg to PLAYYY this saturday.
whoops.
oh well, live life on the edge, right?
and so on wednesday alone yvonne had two close, cosy and very satisfying encounters with two of her major loves. i could go into more torrid details about how it got rather hot and sweaty, but before you get any wrong ideas i really have to clarify things. hehe.
so-- first encounter of the day. my first love, always and forever-- the beat within your fingers, the tingle in your toes, the need to let it all out, the will to lose control. dance! wednesday also happened to be audition day for second-sem-intake, so we didn't continue wynter gordon's surveillance (although lina tried to go through the moves with me to figfure out what the heck i was doing wrong) and instead
did
justin's
lovestoned.
aw you've got me lovestoned, alright
the choreography wasn't the easiest, but it wasn't the hardest either. it was just difficult to link it all together-- but hey, that's what practice and muscle memory's for, darlings. and i was happy-- usually i'm bloody stressed out when it doesn't gel together in my head really quickly, but even though i messed up plenty, every time the music stopped i was grinning from ear to ear. JOY. my first love, ALWAYS.
just wanted to run and run and run
i rushed back home because my sister said she wanted to go running, but she turned out to be her usual lazy bum self and so i went with my dad to his boxing class instead. for warm-ups we did a 40-minute run along the quiet night-time placidity of the kallang river, and it was extremely beautiful. night runs ftw! then we went back to the boxing place, but apparently the instructor didn't come that day so everyone was doing their own thing and i just wound up skipping away on my own. how silly. but er-- it felt WEIRD okay cos basically EVERYONE was male except for a 10-year-old girl who had followed her dad too. but she could box. i felt like such a cretin. haha i want to learn though it'd be good to exercise my arms a little instead of just bouncing around running away all the time.
the music of the spheres
third rendezvous this morning; when unaccustomed fingers pluck and strum and caress unquiet strings. i can barely remember how to do the yaozi anymore, and really everything sounds weird,. but at least i got to play a few notes. i miss that sound, man. i've really reeally missed it.
there. having been happified by such things it is time to hunker down to work.
you're the best thing about me
that's my fourth rendezvous, honeys. this saturday, babes, let's get out the party hats.