
I'm addicted to Slow Dance with a Stranger by Danger Radio.
I think the eyeliner from yesterday never really came off.
Dance was cool. Victoria's pose is
so seductive. With that hint of Egyptian Queens from
Cleopatra days style!
After dance, SW and I went to eat lunch and we got ice cream! It made our lips reddish. I went to the library after that and borrowed a couple of books, two of which are
Shakespeare works. I wonder if I'll even understand! His love poems collection is easy though.
Here's one.
To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans;Coy looks with heart-sore sights; one fading moments mirthWith twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights;If haply won, perhaps hapless gain;If lost, whey then a grievous labour won;However, but a folly bought with wit,Or else a wit by folly vanquishedThe Two Gentlemen of Verona (I.i)If you understand it, good for you, you'll pass literature.
I'm still in love with yesterday lights.
On Wednesday, after dance at the Hub, we actually saw this
cheekopek loitering outside Triumph, touching the red thongs on display. Oh please, he's like 60 years old. We were watching him and his
pervetic paedo acts.
It's really displeasing to know that such people exist. Maybe their sex life is just too boring and they have to prey on thongs.
So
sleepy today! Another night of 6 hours of sleep AGAIN in roll. Why is my life so freaking sad? I swear I slept for 35
minutes in tuition today.
That's all. I need to study.
So much to do!