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Friday, July 4, 2003 07:04 p.m.
I have no idea why I continue to wear my killer heels (3 inches, no less) when I'm aware that we'll be walking non-stop for hours! (Okay, I reckon its because I have a footwear fetish) Incidentally, I've been wearing the very pair of heels to club. I think I must be mad. My feet were sore for at least another day after those insane nights. And so, back to today's events. We walked, talked and shopped- I almost forgot how fun it was to spend time with my darling girl friends. And to think that just last night, I was fretting over my (supposed) dysfunctional social skills. Yes, it's awkward for me to strike a conversation with someone I hardly know, but baby, once we've warmed up, there's no telling what fun we'll have! Okay, that sounded sleazy. I guess I must be tired.
Shall sit pretty and wait for him. We're having dinner at home, thanks to a tight budget that we've no choice but to abide by. Expenditure has been sky-rocketing. But that's too depressing for a lovely night like this. Cool evening breezes accompanied by light showers of rain. Yes, it's this perfect.
Updated: Change of plans. We're eating out tonight! At Cafe Cartel in fact. Perfect and yummy night!
Thursday, July 3, 2003 03:34 p.m.
What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?
What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?
Unless it be to think that she is by
And feed upon the shadow of perfection
Except I be by Silvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale;
Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
There is no day for me to look upon;
She is my essence, and I leave to be,
If I be not by her fair influence
Foster'd, illumined, cherish'd, kept alive.
I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom:
Tarry I here, I but attend on death:
But, fly I hence, I fly away from life.
- Valentine, in The Two Gentlemen Of Verona.
And this is for all I have desired in mine too- Viola De Lessep in Shakespeare in Love:
I will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all. No, not the artful postures of love, but love that, over-throws life. Unbiddable, ungovernable- like a riot in the heart, and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture. Love- like there has never been in a play.
I would stay asleep my whole life, if I could dream myself into a company of players.
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