my dance class is no more. for now at least. went down after lectures today full of anticipation and excitement, only to find out that not a single soul has signed up for the class, therefore it will be postponed indefinitely. thanks to google, i've unearthed other sources of ballet education, one of which i might give a try tomorrow, if i'm crazy enough. the instructor has danced under people from the bolshoi, what more could i want?


i suspect i might have sat opposite an aids patient today on the bus. he wasn't that old (probably about late thirties?) but he walked with a stoop. his left eye looked like it had been punched and it was black and blue. but it was the skin lesions on his legs that made me think of hiv. almost like karposi's sarcoma (though i must confess to have only seen it in photographs) and they looked like they would never heal. he could barely walk and took ages to get up, take out his ezlink card, and alight. i could be wrong, but if there's a condition that makes a person look like this, do let me know.


long days for the rest of the week. playhouse is coming up, and the exams are looming. yeow.