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name: jessica
gender: female

interests: nymd, dance!, shopping!, movies, reading, heh. still got what.
occupation: student hmm.










Friday, March 23, 2007
my brother was using the laptop for some lousy games just now.

so i had to use the computer.

not that nice.

I am now around ten bucks poorer.

Because I returned money to qianwen. For so much food .

No, actually everything is for food.

yup. now so much more poorer.

I'm so glad its the weekends now.

Feeling so depressed this few days its not even funny.

But I went for dance yesterday and saw them dance mulan for mrs teo.

I was seriously very very touched.

I could see all those effort they put in in their eyes.

I really could see their determination.

It really seemed larger than life.

Especially their first verbalisation.

I could feel the soundwaves travelling right into my face.

Normally the whole dance troupe ain't a very serious group.

But now I can see them working for a common goal.

I was crying when they were dancing for mrsteo.

I really really feel so much for them.

Although I'm really sad about not being part of it, but seeing those whose really close to me putting in their best effort for one common goal, its really really big, as in emotionally.

I can't describe this.

But I'm really proud of you all, NYMD.














I must get out of my depression stage during this weekend.
I feel so DDOOOWWWNNNN.
I really don't like going to school.





And is it very very obvious I don't like a person in class?
I think it is.



Today is the shortest bio!
Because bernice told us to fen1 gong1 he2 zuo4
So we spread out all the work for one person to four people.
Was slack like siao.
Plotting the graph already by the end of bio lab.





And my thighs hurt like anything.
I cannot go down stairs.
But I have found a way to walk with lesser pain.
ALthough its just not time efficient.
Cannot bend my legs so much.
Even ,how do you spell it, plee-ays, haha no idea how to spell but is very painful.
Didn't stretch before demonstrating to the sec ones yesterday.

Seriously, the sec twos weren't of much help.
BUt I really appreciate them helping to show the sec ones how to do the different things.
But the sec ones and twos talk too much.
And they whine too much.
Must change their opinion about the process they have to go through for dance.



Now my mom has come up with a new idea of me applying extra virgin olive oil to me!

I personally think its ridiculous.

But whatever floats her boat i guess.

Everyone in school is so slack nowadays.

Our whole batch is getting slacker and slacker.

And because of syf, half of us are all frantic over it and have no xin1qing2 to study.

SIGH

I shall blog more later.

Because I am bored.