I am the secret that you keep; MISS SCARLET.

The signal is subtle
We pass just close enough to touch
No questions, no answers
We know by now to say enough
With only simple words
With only subtle turns
The things we feel alone for one another

There is a secret that we keep
I won't sleep if you won't sleep
Because tonight may be the last chance we'll be given
We are compelled to do what we must do
We are compelled to do what we have been forbidden

So I won't sleep if you won't sleep tonight

Friday, September 16, 2005

my day was a blur

the morning class was a total blur. at the start of lesson, my lecturer was in a pretty good mood, better than most days. then towards the end, she decided to get bitchy. we were supposed to read our reader article for that chapter, but i think we made too much noise (as students normally would). so she randomly asked us one by one what the article is about and how, in the article, they link culture, society and media. everyone gave half past six answers, including me, and she then said,"i didn't want you guys to do any work, but since you all have no idea what you're reading about, i want a 250 word essay on this question (in our book), typed out, and hand it in next wednesday." shit. and i thought i could have a break from any written work this weekend.

then my dance competition at SIM at 3.30 p.m. what crap. well, considering we only spent a total of 4 to 5 sessions of practice over a span of two weeks. fine okay? we got 3rd, which is namely last because ONLY 3 groups took part. the prize was $100, so we split it four ways; $25 each. the winners were practically salsa-ing some porno shit. the two girls who were dancing with their male partners had only a piece of pink sequinned cloth covering their breasts, which was held up by cheap plastic TRANSPARENT straps. and their mini skirts were tight and white. they didn't even bother to wear spanky pants, the sort that cheerleaders wear under their skirt. so when the guys flipped over the girls, fat, cellulite, underwear and frills were exposed. and because they were plump and flabby, their skirts kept moving higher and higher. there was even a moment where one of the girl's skirt was accidently lifted up, exposing some huge white ass meat... for a good 3 seconds mind you. i was naseous from watching them. not due to jealousy, but due to an outrage to women.

i fucking hate those girls. they disgust me.

and i think i caught a bug of some sort. i'm coughing non-stop. and feel lethargic. i want to go out with You, and actually enjoy myself. but i feel like crap. i want a hug. i NEED a hug. from no one else but You.