AN AFTERNOON PICNIC

I am up this bloody early on a Saturday morning with only 4 hours of sleep when I should be enjoying my last Saturday sleep-in is because I have Convocation in school & if I do not go the Dean will send me a letter. Went over to J's "Investment" house at Cairnhill last night for housewarming and then skipped on to catch ''The Proposal" after which was damn hilarious and just awesome. Skipped on to Butter for awhile after which was hell packed and because I am not very tall and wearing my flats since it was a last min thing, everyone was kinda towering over me and squashing and pushing and kinda like touching you but not quite so yeah. Bloody annoying, and drunk people everywhere with puke on the floor, couldn't take it so we went over to Overeasy where the rest were. Last 5 nights, I ate like a pig, worse than a pig. First 2 nights, I had late night Macs; shaker fries, sundaes, nuggets, diggg the shaker fries. We ordered like 3-4 packets omfg. Then the next 2 nights were like tze-char, fried rice, maggie goreng pattaya from Spize which is the best so far and last night we had craving for the frogs at Geylang.I seriously need to stop eating, and sleeping after and eating again. So I know I should be getting ready for school and all now but I procrastinate, I am reluctant to go! Yeah ok I know I whine alot but I am cranky and angsty and that gives me every reason to do so for now, just for now. Butter tonight ( I did not party the whole of this week) and reason I am going is cause S is celebrating her birthday. Already switching on to the whole I-NEED-TO-STOP-PARTYING-START-MUGGING-BEING-A-NERD mode. Ok I really gtg and I am not even dressed. Enjoy your Saturday while I sulk over mine. lol

HIDDEN MEANINGS

Urrggh. I woke up feeling like crap. My world was spinning, body aching, neck hurting, stomach churning, bad bad headache. And no I am not facing a hangover though I was supposed to head to Butter last night but was way too dead tired to go. Partying 3 days in a week is no joke already, I am getting old, can't make it to 4. So I reckon it must be the dreaming. My dad says when we dream, our soul leaves the body. Might be true though considering how tired I always feel in the morning when I dream. I had this very interesting dream last night. Treasure hunt underwater! There was this swimming pool and we had to dive in to screw out the tiles because there was an underwater sorta library hidden behind those walls. Then there were like rows of bookshelves and books stacked above one another. We had to then dismantle the shelves which would lead us to the secret ocean where we will hunt for the treasure. So cool right? The other time I dreamt I was an assasin, leather jacket and pants, guns and knives, jumping off buildings and shooting people. Anyway back to my water dream, I decided to google for dream interpretations and this was what I found:

Underwater
To dream that you are underwater, suggests that you are feeling overcome with emotions and are in need of greater control in your life. You may be in over your head regarding some situation.
To dream that you are breathing underwater, represents a retreat back into the womb. You want to return to a state where you were dependent and free from responsibilities. Perhaps you are feeling helpless, unable to fulfill your own needs and caring for yourself. Alternatively, you may be submerged in your emotions.

Haha. I shan't comment on it. School tomorrow to help out for fright night where I am gonna dress up as a ghost. So funnnnnnnn but I hope I don't get punched or scratched or groped because that was what some of the girl ghosts experienced the other time cause some of the boys were too pussified or just trying to be mean. Ok gonna share some love from Europe from X's iphone cause I haven't uploaded my pictures yet, as always. These includes Venice, Florence, Pisa & Rome for now. So enjoy :)


Venice

Florence

Pisa

Rome

Trevi Fountain

Colosseum

Vatican Cathedral

EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE ALRIGHT

Last night was drama night. Bad bad drama which had fled for awhile but came back again. Why oh why? A case of the ex-es it was, me and the girlfriends got struck by at the same time. How contagious, how coincidental. But its always through incidences like these that I am so glad for my friends who stood by me throughout the whole um 'conversation', gave me words of encouragement, wiped away my tears and just hugged my sorrows away. So so thankful for them. Alcohol is such a depressant, makes you react strongly, emotionally under its influence. And then I got pushed and hit against something sharp that my skin tore, ouch! This morning when I woke up, I found bruises on my arm as well and was blind for half of the day due to my contacts I think which I supposedly ripped out from my eyes outside Zouk. As always I lost 3/4 of my memory, smack, can't seem to recall much. Anyway everytime things like this happens to me, there's this one person who never fails to be there, who I can always run to for comfort and solace & no words can describe how grateful I am. :)

I am a happy girl tonight!