Renaissance

Went to Butter Factory for the annual UK Bound clubbing event. Muz say that after everyth I heard about last year and Butter Factory, this year's event did turn out much better than expected. Probably the smaller dance floor made the atmosphere. Last year's was apparently too sparse. Then again, I have always believed the people makes the atmosphere, not the other way round. Can't say much, since I didn't go last year.



Speaking of the atmosphere, the house DJ did a good job. There were some songs which were slower in beats, which was anti-climax. Can still dance to these songs but the mood can't help being dampened a little. However, the repertoire was mainly great, making the boring dancefloor a small detail. I dun mean the people, I mean the dance FLOOR. No spunky floor lights, no fancy tiles, just a space coloured in blue to look like a swimming pool. They even have an orange tyre float to decorate. I must admit I don't understand why they chose that theme. If they are trying to play with the words "dance pool", it fails pathetically.



Yep, if one thing I figured out last night, it is potential clubbing partners. My future housemate and gf are good examples. Didn't know that they can go high clubbing too! In fact, many of them impressed me. William, my hapless target right from beginning, who also had the luck to make me fall down on stage. Cheng Ern, whose tie is a good accessory to play with. Warning: Never wear a tie around me unless u r up for it! Lip'en, who told me that he doesn't club much but phew! Ended up dancing like a SINGLE (inside joke) ;) Borris, who abandoned me to go toilet when I invited him to dance with me! Snort! The funniest gotta be XF and TJ. Everywhere XF goes, TJ is watching her like a guard dog. No dancing with guys, no dancing with girls, no dunno wat dunno wat... Hehehe... Kidding lah, TJ! But it is indeed true in my case that I would not club with my boyfriend. More restrained and have to entertain him, segregating ourselves from the rest. Then again, my BF doesn't club and he himself agree that couples shouldn't club together. Thank goodness for that!


The freshers were also a funky bunch. Should see some of them. Started with their arms crossed (yes, talking about Annabelle), but had their booties shaking by the end of the night:D Of course, there were those whom we can tell were no stranger to the clubbing scene.


And yesh!! Much thanks to Borris, who treated me to a drink for opening the dancefloor. Actually, it's me thickskin who asked him to treat:D Slightly tight on budget at the moment... Left with $52 in my account:(



oHOHOHOHHH!!! Ha... Some of them asked me for the secret of long lasting stamina... I wanted to say this but couldn't form the words out at 3am in the morning. The secret is FLATS!!! I wanna specially say this because I actually went to the extent of buying the flats 8h before the party. I refuse to club in heels, which are the only shoes I have in Sg suitable for the dress code. I'm trying to convince girls around me that clubbing in heels is BAD for ur feet and back. I had backache this morning although I wore flats. Ican only wonder what wearing heels would be like. So, join the "FLATS ONLY" club, girls and some of u guys out there!!!


Yepz... Overall, the party was good, the people even more so:D

Cable Ski!

Went cable skiing in Batam yday. Quite fun, although it didn't start off that way. The first round I went on kneeboarding, and sigh!!! Dropped off at a strategic position whereby the motorcycle helpers were too lazy to pick me up, yet it is tiring to lug the board back to the starting point. By the time I got back to the starting point, I was too tired to try again! Have to rest for half an hour b4 my 2nd try. Gosh, at that time, I thought I would probably end up doing 1 per half hour, which ain't really an enticing thought. Thankfully, enough tries tell me that if I am gonna fall, either fall !@#^ far, so that someone can pick me up, or just drop near the starting-cum-ending point.




It is a small Singapore, I realised yday. YJ's friend is Aris' neighbour and my schoolmate (not a coincidence really, since I am in the same sch as YJ). Some of them met this friend at the cable ski resort, who knew them separately from various activities. I met my Primary sch classmate, whom I have not met in ages.



Phew...

Dreams

Read Wan Xuan's blog on how excited she was about first day of med sch. Always knew how much she wanted to study med and what a long way she has gone before finally reaching her dreams.



I realised that I didn't feel the same euphoria when I achieved my dream. I kept putting off the celebration, coz I was afraid it wouldn't happen. Then when I finally went off to London, I wasn't excited at all. In fact, I ended up feelin lost, when the big dream/ goal of my life has been fulfilled.



When I read WX's blog, I suddenly felt happy for her. And felt it pity that I didn't cherish the chance to feel the same as her when I could. Kinda strange to regret not feeling excited, but these chances don't come often in a lifetime.



So from now on, I shall feel happy anytime I can, and cherish all happiness I have:D

How to make MY day

Firstly, call me to tell me that you are coming over to my workplace. Then call me again to tell me that you can't make it. Then refuse to come meet me at the busstop near my place, so that the bad mood I have becomes worse. After I miss the bus, put up with my blasting and insist on meeting me even though I say I dun wanna meet anymore.











After the boring bus ride, sms me to inform you when I reach. Hide behind a pillar and grab me from behind. Best of all, hold......






THIS!!!!

PRETTY!!!

Hehhehe... After that, when my mood has gone up into the clouds, go eat at where I wanna eat.

Simple.

Started thinking about the future mice problem in my future house in the near future.



Realised that my fear lies not in finding mice mating among my clothes. (I've been assured that mice semen cannot impregnate human females.)



Nor was the fear in having to dodge mice scuttling around.



Or the embarrassment of me screamin upon seeing them.



No. The true fear lies in having to see them getting killed. Worse still, killing them. They might be unwanted, but to take their little lives away seem too cruel. I only hope that my future housemates think the same.

Emo bitch

Can't sleep. Ate too much ice cream and waffles I think. GELARE TUESDAY:)



Also, read this touching fictional story of some guy who had brain cancer. 30 min b4 the surgery (which had a high risk), the girlfriend and him were counting down and dreading the imminent surgery. Somehow, it struck a cord with me, because it seemed parallel with the 30mins b4 I enter the departure hall, leaving all my close ones behind. I dread the coming 30 mins in 2 mth's time, when I have to leave him again. Even now, at night, I dun like to sleep, even though I am very tired, because once I close my eyes, it's one day gone. Time passes so fast.



Emotional wreck, that's wat I am.



Sometimes, I wish that I can have both overseas studies and my bf by my side. I know what the obvious choice would be now but it's way too late for regrets. There'd be another crossroad in 2years' time. I hope I would make a wise decision.


On a happier note, I went out with my JC classmates on sun! Went to mind's cafe. Had fun!! Everyone's changed, but it's good to know that we are still comfortable with each other. Even won a $10 discount! My lucky hands!!!!!


Met up with Mich today, hence the ice cream and waffles. Phew!!!




I think I should stop reading and watching heart wrenching stories before I become really an emo bitch.