There's a Lady Macbeth in all of us, desperately washing a stain that will never fade.

I'm flirting with every darn guy I see.


Is that good or bad? For me, of course... like it's ever good for a guy to get... attention... from the likes of me=D=D=D=D=D

Salsa class starting on friday!!! And after this weekend, I officially don't work Fridays and Saturdays for the rest of the term.

Not that I don't like the job (or the money, for that matter). I can't cope. Seriously. It's a miracle that I even got honours for my flamenco.


OHHHH~~~~! Haven't I told you? I got honours for both preparatorio and primer curso in flamenco!! Despite not being in top form because I had freakin' school exams the next day.


However, now dearest Angel wants my class to do secundo and tercera. Concurrently.

ARRRRRRRRRRGGGGH!!! Die.

School comes first... school comes first...


Why is Valentine's Day so wretchedly close to my birthday? Not that I don't like my birthday when it is... there's a perk that comes with having your birthday on the 2nd day of the lunar new year...


Bio-clock keeps insisting I need a guy. Brain keeps saying: why? Being single and unavailable means I can flirt all I want!! And that little muscle that keeps my blood circulating feels like it's pumping very very viscous blood (actually, that might be true... once a camel, always a camel).


I'm in love with COUNTERTENORS!!!!!! ANDREAS SCHOLL!!! DAMIEN GUILLON!!!

Truly the voices of angels. Or, at least, as close as one will ever get.

The definition of clinical depression shouldn't be this vague. Nearly every criteria suits me. Am I depressed? Although I have always been inclined to suspect so, logic tells me, "not likely".


I'm going for the suicide mission for communications individual presentation. Only two more days to decide whether or not I want to switch topics...


A c a d e m i c s c a m... once upon a time, I would've been staunch about avoiding it at all costs. Now? Well, let's just say that I'm being trained to be in business, and not even a moral business is completely clean. Just look at it. A moral business. Nobody's getting hurt or shortchanged except me anyway. And right now, our focus is our grades.


Gonna die this term.


Why do I still hope for something I know won't be... That's the combination of the idealist and the sadist in me. I take pleasure in wallowing in my sorrow.


My stage director is also my business law TA. How wonderful.


I need CASH!!!