This week has been relatively quiet than the past and thankfully, the impulsive shopping has stopped.
My expenses are fast growing due to 1) Dance Classes 2) Dance Attire 3) Hp Bill 4) The Bangkok Trip 5) The Driving Lessons that I WANT. 6) My newly adopted diet - eating lunch out and buying muesli/fruit/salad...
I'm not too optimistic about saving anything, with that list. It's one hell of a struggle but I'll try.
Speaking of dance, class on Wednesday was awesome. It was as if we'd gone back in time to one of those practices again. Just us - the CJ dance girls (and a couple of outsiders), and Gin. Rockin' good lesson, not without cam whoring of course - our favourite past time. Thanks to Jenna, I've also found adult ballet and jazz classes. =)
CJ DANCE 2004-2005 - Qian, Liza, Claud Cass, Jenna
Received my application status for NUS, got into the Faculty of Arts and Social Sciences (read: rejected by law faculty). I can't say I'm disappointed because doing arts is what I ultimately wanted. I did better than I thought I would in the A Levels: was eligible for Law, and applied for it without any expectation at all. Yet, the time lapse gradually enhanced my expectation and capsuled my own expectation within an illusion of no expectations. I don't know how to put it, and only those who've experienced it would understand. It's sort of confidence without being too hopeful. I've mourned enough. It's time to move on.
Here's to lighten things up a bit. Check out this blog on the horny male species caught redhanded in IRC chatrooms. Loads of crude humour promised. Anyway, who uses IRC nowadays.
