Day 9
I guess my body really do have a mind of it's own. Well, I don't know if it was my body or my heart. Today's the choosing of clubs. I actually have any plans to join but, the next thing I knew, I'm in front of the registration area for dance club. I don't know why did I registered! I don't know how to dance at all. The only thing inside my mind awhile ago is that, I'm doing this for love. I'm no Elle Woods but yes, I'll do it for love. I'll do it for the president of the dance club, which is you. I actually felt special when you called my first name. I was tempted to answer "yes babe?" Good thing, I stopped myself.
Babe sounds a great endearment, right babe?
Writing this entry,
Kino Angeles
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