For the past few months, my life here in Cardiff only consists of him and my studies. I hardly have time to sleep my fill, hardly have time to do anything I like, not even dream about dance.

And I am so surprised that now Cardiff Uni has ballet classes. It's for Intermediates, and I think it should be pretty easy to me. I am very very tempted to go, but I won't have to revise because classes start and end really late. I do hope to wear my ballet shoes again and dance. But at the same time, I know this class is a just-for-fun sort, and...oh well. CG thinks I should give it a miss too because he thinks I'm having bad enough a rush to find time to revise and sleep. I do feel a slight disappointment that I don't get the support I was anticipating, but I can understand why he rather I stay at home and sleep or revise. Sigh.

AND just when I thought the "dance bug" in me has died, I found myself dancing randomly in my room as some hiphop music was blasting away. It's been ages since I blasted music in my room. No, my mood isn't foul. I just miss the kick I get dancing away randomly to it.

Feeling pretty good now. :) It feels even better now listening to Weilian's singing. I still love it like I used to. Plus, I feel very loved at the moment. It's indescribable...