A leap of confidence through a flaming ring of fire, 20 metres off the ground.

With the bass speaker blaring classics in my ear it is difficult to employ a unique and captivating tone in writing this long neglected entry, especially when classics are the foundations upon which the word clitche came into our society, and so I apologize ahead of time for any confusion in my writing. Of course, an apology is due to my minute but faithful audience. I realize that I had proposed to actually post regularily, but this week has been beyond hectic. To be honest, my time would be best employed in studying right now, but I have found myself to be quite productive in the early mornings, so I shall postpone studying until tomorrow. That and the fact that I have already finished editing my Write paper takes a load off of my shoulders.

Well, I suppose I should start by saying my “meet the parents” hurdle this past Sunday was barely a speed bump. I had a great time, and according to the judging committee I passed with flying colours. Next is just to reverse the situation and put the other half into the hot seat… although the mother is far easier to please than the facist dictator my father claims himself to be. So we shall go pebble by pebble for the time being.

The next noteworthy of events would have to be today’s meeting with my WRITE professor. You see, this past Tuesday our entire class was confronted by a stylish yet composed woman who announced that, despite it being late into the second term, she would be taking our instructor’s place from here on in. She proceeded to propose one on one meetings with her, and scheduled them for next week accordingly. Knowing my own tendancies to procrastinate, I went today of all days.

Surprisingly enough, I found out that she was thrilled with the quality of my current piece, and sees an exciting future for my writing. She was very encouraging, and I found her to treat me with a great deal of respect- so much so that we proceeded to discuss strategies for changing the class from here on in as near equals. Needless to say, the inspiration I received from this meeting left me more than eager to get right to editing my essay… although I apparently had nothing to worry about beyond some small “surface errors” (*cough* grammar errors *cough*).

My other half is what the last section of this entry shall cover. One fateful Tuesday afternoon, after a proposal to meet on Friday was accompanied by planning around a “surprise” came from my other half, I was confounded and left with question after question… what could it be? The last “surprise” had been an absolutely lovely trip to the theatre, I was beyond lost in my curious guessing game.

Imagine my surprise when we arrange to meet a the LRT station and board the train heading Northbound from downtown. Unfortunate for the planner, our stop arrived and an excited seven year old spoiled the surprise.

 ”The Circus!”

I had never been to the circus, and only a few days back I had seen a poster on an LRT station door but paid little heed to it. For my first circus I would say it was lovely. I spent the entire night remembering passage after well written passage from gyspy fantasy literature, that and holding hands with my proudly grinning hunny.

I would proceed to repeat the program of the event, but that would be tedious, and I doubt anyone who is reading has yet to experience the circus as I have. He and I did, however, make our way back to my condo and, while sipping a green tea, went through my write paper together. I really do respect his opinions with regards to my writing, and I was happy to hear his input… that and snuggling up on the sofa in front of the blazing gas fire was a very enjoyable way to both approach the writing, and end a wonderful night on the town.

Well, I hope that makes up for my lack of dedication here, and I will do my best to refrain from apologizing too much… by actually posting that is.

Good night my sweet hearts~

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