'UN Operations from 1988-2000.'
My 'new', less cluttered pencil case,
Two empty brown sugar packets,
A half-empty plastic cup of water,
A stranger who smiled at me,
Her distractingly pretty bright red nails,
'Cute' boy at 1 o'clock...well, until he opened his mouth..
Another stack of history notes ready to be absorbed
My iPhone being retarded because ALL my music is not in there!

Nightmare.

Least there's pretty weather to make up for it. :)

Wow. Smelly boy at in the adjacent table! Makes me want to buy him some deo. Ah. Inhale your mocha latte Kim. Inhale & that rancid smell of sweat will disappear.

I love how coffeebean here allows you to study and gives discounts off their drinks if you're a student:) I've realized how comfortable the dance sweater really is. A lot of things have been falling into place the past few months, not really as planned but it's all still, ultimately, manageable.

I know, I'm not the most fabulously articulate writer out there but I'm trying. Writing here, expressing myself... It's me practicing. :)

Taking TSD, being in VJ, it has solidified my hopes of writing my own play one day. Even if it turns out as trash, it's just something I want to do. I already have scenes floating in my head, scenes sketched out, monologues written but, I still haven't really got it. Guess I'm still looking for the right story to tie it all in. Hopefully life will help me find that story that would express everything I wish to tell an audience.

Ah. I'm getting carried away here. Sorry. :)

What I really need to do... Stop watching dance/musical films in my spare time. I swear I'm addicted. I've watched Streetdance this morning and I have to say, I do prefer it to StepUp3. Call me picky, I actually want to see the dancers and the choreography, not your fancy camera aerobatics that make me feel sickkkk. Hahaha.

I'm downloading CampRock2 (heh. Disney Originals are my guilty pleasure) and I've got a lovely dance documentary, Cabaret and 2 other musical DVDs (Gene Kelly & Fred Astaire is love) sitting on my desk just BEGGING to be watched. Makes me want to abandon everything and just dance and sing my life away.

Don't reckon i'm spending enough time on my dancing, singing or acting... I really feel like i'm not good enough yet. If only they had Full-Time Performing Art schools here (SOTA doesn't count, they still gotta do IB) like they do in the UK or States. That would be a dream come true. Still, I should be able to sacrifice like I used to right? My passions, still there; so are my dreams... Wonder why it's so much harder now. Mmmm.

But for now, my books beckon to me. Sometimes I think I just may be aiming a wee bit too high for my reach but, hey! I've got to keep fighting for everything, no point thinking of failure if I haven't even tried right? Ah.

I'm going in circles. Time to head off this track.

Xxxkim