It occurred to me today that the commute to and from work is beginning to bore me. Intensely.

It's also being trapped being a rock and a hard place with the likes of our "efficient" transportation system. Yes, it's not a bad one - comparatively - but using it daily sure feels like purgatory.

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I feel so, so, so cheated of my once-a-week window of joy - pole class and practice session.

=(

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Finished a book today, and has begun two others. One of which failed to capture my interest even after 10 pages, so I focused on the other one, which - thank goodness - managed to get more page-turningly attractive as I went along.

It's been so long since I read.

Is why I don't like working and prefer to be in school - I read more in school, and not just because I have to.

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Tonight's dinner: Salmon sashimi (could've been fresher), and miso chashu ramen at Ichibantei (Liang Court) which got progressively saltier until I couldn't finish my third slice of chashu; then, dessert of apple crumble (more crumble than apple, damnit!) and tea at Nectarie (Jen's waffle with red wine pear was slightly better, but perhaps the pear could've been juicer, and the cinnamon more subtle).

Also: Borrowed 8 books today. I haven't stepped into the library for so long, nearly every book I picked up looked interesting.

Hope to spend my weekend reading (thus avoiding local telly with its annual evil propoganda speech broadcast).

Thursday's child has far to go ...

Yet I always seem to crash on Thursdays.

Thursday is crash day.

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Managed to do the shoulder mount all on my own tonight - and a few times at that. (Go, me!) Of course, I looked extremely ungainly doing that, but I'm hoping it'll get better with time (when the body learns to effectively use the right muscles).

Left my top at the studio though - must remember to call the studio first thing tomorrow morning so I can (hopefully) collect it at lunch.

Whether I - or anybody else - like it or not, in my life, dance supersedes work.

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So ... the pole dance competition. I've been thinking about it, and I've got a piece of music that'd be good for a choreography (and it clocks in perfectly too at 02:50).

Anyway. It's a thought - just a thought.

And - salt on ulcers. Literally.

Fucking ouch, then - a slow burn.

I hope I could find someone to attend ContraDiction IV with - would be sad if I have to miss it again this year.

Suddenly felt like diving into a pool - like the one at Gallery Hotel - on my way home this evening. It does seem like a long, long time since I was anywhere even near a pool.

Maybe we should've gone to the pool when we had our weekend at Gallery ... But then we wouldn't've been able to skinny-dip anyway.

Right shoulder aches, and there's a bruise around my right shoulder blade. I think it's the hanging bow and arrow more than the attempts at the shoulder mount though.

Not looking forward to work at all.

Not at all.

Shoulder mount. That's one of the things you start off with sheer brute stubborn strength before your body smartens up and starts using the right muscles at the right time - which is when you 'get it' and muscle memory kicks in.

Sheer brute stubborn strength - that's what I use.

Wonder how long before that'll break me ...

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My Little India dinner then I came home ... and fell asleep.

Then I called you.

Then I fell back asleep.

Then I woke up to shower and wash my hair.

Now I go back to sleep. Again.

I'm so tired ...

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Mephisto took off for home early today because he wasn't feeling well. Somehow, I do worry about him - the fact that he lives alone and might have an unhealthy lifestyle and diet.

I also worry that I worry because I feel sorry for him because he's lives alone - and I don't wanna do that; I don't think I should.

Ocho - 'Ay Que Frio'

Album: Ocho I



I woke up feeling like yesterday's stale milktoast, but after a salsa class and a pole practice session, I'm feeling nearly 100% (except for the aching back and the heavy, heavy eyes). The miracle of dance!

Goddess knows though, in the morning I'm gonna wake up feeling worse than I did today.

Everything is so stuffed up I feel like my head's about to explode. Literally.

Nose is stuffed (and dripping), ears are stuffed (no dripping - small blessing), throat's almost filled with post-nasal drip.

Really, any time now, my eyeballs are gonna get shot out across the room and bounce off the wall and onto the floor - very much like the bluetooth mouse Mephisto flung across his office in a tantrum last week.