I really hate it when teachers feel that obligation to agree with your parents. But lets not talk about that.

I think my body-mind system is all messed up this few weeks. I have hiphop on Monday, and contemporary/ballet (modern,basically) on Tuesday. Then there's that SIMUN piece of dogcrap on Wednesdays and Fridays. The aches and pains from Monday's workout really does affect the Modern dancing (MoDance) I have to do the next day.

And on Wednesday, it just gets so tiring to stay back again to see the SIMUN teachers for bloody consultation. So Thursday is my only "free" day. Or so it seems. There's still those sudden meetings with whichever idiot to discuss the shit for the school's funfair. I don't know why I feel responsible even when it's not exactly my task alone. I'm not the chairperson #1. I'm #2, dammits.
But I guess I just don't want to see my classmates' efforts end up shitty for the funfair; and it's just too fucking bad that the CGR #1, Hema Devi d/o Utrakumaran, is an idiot whose phone just doesn't seem to be switched on nor able to receive any calls from us except for her boyfriend's in KL, hence the inability to be fully engaged in this whole shit.

And she just might be one of those dodos who Google their own names. If she ever does... well.. Hi, Hema. How's Raj?

Anyway as I was saying, Thursdays are my only off days. BUT. Extra rehearsals are just a pain in the arse. It takes every ounce of my well-bred attitude to not miss out on any, but I just skipped one, a few days ago. That particular ounce got away, apparently. I'm a certified dodo in MoD, coming in late and leaving early. I can't believe I'm still slacking in it even after the teacher-in-charge is now teaching my class Eng Lit. 0.o

MoDance is for SYF. Hiphop is for a school event. Chinese New Year is coming up, and as usual....haiya. That's the thing with a multi-racial, multi-religious country. Everybody is made to celebrate everybody else's festivals, so public holidays take up a significant part of the year. And that's not counting Labour Day, National Day, and all that other shizzang. But then again, it's not like we have winter and summer vacations, right? I still have to come to school, even when it rains cats, bitches, bats and ostriches.

Ah well. Ain't this poem nice, dears?

"A relationship is like a rose,
How long it lasts,
no one knows;
Love can erase an awful past,
Love can be yours, you'll see at last;
To feel that love,
it makes you sigh,
To have it leave,
you'd rather die;
You hope you've found that special rose,
'Cause you love and care for the one you chose."