before descending into a pit of sleepless oblivion last night, i already had my mind set on playing hooky, knowing 5 hours of sleep is just not enough to get me through a saturday. unfortunately, my grand agenda was interrupted by my mother's generous offer to send me to alliance francais. her kind gestures have such impeccable timing, i simply couldnt refuse. the lousy weather also did make it difficult for a clean escape. so, the unplanned gradually came into play and i somehow found myself present in room 313 waiting for lesson to commence. had my classmate not spotted me on the ground floor just before 9am, i would've made a mad dash to the mrt station before anyone took notice of me.
4 hours later, i'm back in my cosy abode and feeling quite glad that i'd attended the class :) of course my body is crumbling under extreme fatigue and my eyes hurt like hell, but i'm sure a short nap would do the trick.
2 days at "camp" and probably 10 pounds heavier. obssessing about one's weight is one thing i don't particularly participate in. but i definitely feel heavy, and unhealthy, considering the amount and type of food i've been devouring over the past coupla days. i'm also approximately $350 poorer due to miscellaneous fees. simply astounding - the price i'm willing to pay to shun having to be a happy camper for 2 longgggg days. apparently it was fun and all that jazz. since "Camp Nightmare" in pri 6, i think my idea of fun doesnt exactly match that of most other normal singaporean adolescents.
am keeping my fingers crossed for our shopping trip to KL next week. plans are a little shaky - like all our little clique's plans have always been - but i'm definitely keen on this one emerging successful cos my wardrobe needs a major facelift at minimum cost and i really wanna get outta singapore. i wonder where the root of this desire lies ... such determination to get away from who knows what ? i think we're all just vacation-deprived.