Of strange dreams and snogging

So, plenty of things happened and I not know how to prioritize the blogging.

Saturday started off perfectly. Nice massage, I actually enjoyed the massage minus the oily aftereffect. I had requested to wash off all the oil after the massage but I still felt ready to be bbq the whole day. I later found out that you are not supposed to wash off the oil cos wind will seep in and you will get rheumatism. I think i am doomed. Already, my knee aches when its going to rain.

I had some disagreement with Alboy and for some reason, I feel he is acting like a girl. Sigh. Nm.

I think the highlight of this entry will be my dream. I want to blog it out before I forget.

It was really strange.

Alboy had volunteered to accompany me to my phonetics class. It was more in a desperate move for him, like he thinks that I might be falling for some guy in the class and wanted to accompany me to keep an eye on me.

So he went along. The teacher was a newbie, a Filipino. I can't remember how she looks like.
The lesson went on as usual and it was break time. I was getting irritated and hungry. So I told Alboy that I will go down to the canteen. He went to the toilet.

When I was at the canteen, I met my long time crush. I bought a plate of bee hoon. He walked towards me and gave me a very warm smile. Then as I sat down, he proceeded to sit beside me. He sat so close to me, our bodies were touching. I could feel his warm breath. He obviously wanted to snuggle with me. I wanted to snuggle with him too (in real life as well), but i was afraid Alboy might appear and catch us. Also, I was worried because I had exceeded the 10mins break time and I so wanted to get back to class.

So, I tried my best to keep my distance, but failed miserably. In the end, we got closer n closer to each other and our bodies merged into one blob. Then, it was really chessy, like in Lady and Tramp, we were sharing the bee hoon and somehow landed up kissing. It was a long passionate kiss. Tongue and all, and yes really wet. It felt damn good.

After that, I tore away from him and went back to class.There was no one left. Everyone had left, including Alboy.
I saw my report book on the table. I was so upset because, Alboy left without informing me, and without helping to collect my report book. I was really upset. Then, I wondered if he saw what went on in the canteen.
Then I felt it was the end of the world.

I never found out of Alboy saw us, cos my hp rang at that point in time.

It was Alboy sending me an sms, telling me he just woke up. It was freaky. I was half expecting him to confront me.

So, I called him and told him my dream. In the exact sequence here, except that I conveniently left out the long time crush and snogging part.
Anyway, it just feels strange. Damn strange. Sigh.

Even stranger is, now I feel like I desparetely need to kiss someone to relive that passionate kiss in the dream. And it does not have to be Alboy. Preferbably, long time crush.

Are u chio?

Am slightly disgusted at the way a conversation went with a friend yesterday.

I had barely kept in contact with her since we graduated, we were never really close friends although we sat together, hung out together for most our official lessons time. We were friends of convenience. I remembered how we would seem like good friends during lectures and dash off our separate ways after lessons.

She belonged to the cheong type, Mambo every Wednesday, partied, guys , booze. I was somewhat milder, more boring.

Thus, it was no suprise we went our separate ways after graduation. There was the occasional very enthusiastic 'Hiii, hows you babe' on msn but nothing more. She msn me yesterday at work, asking if I had anything on Friday. It smelt fishy but I continued. She later asked me to go to a Halloween party on Friday. Of course I replied that I already had prior plans with my friends(which I don't), and that if if time permits, we might pop by. Politically correct answer eh.

Then she went ok, Are your friends chio? Its like Duh. Then she revealed that the organiser were lacking girls, chio girls in fact. It was disgusting. I know she likes name dropping and hanging around with beautiful people. But still, its almost like discrimination against normal looking people. There should be a sedition act for such things. I

guess it was a good thing that I hung ard with other friends, like my astro friends. They are so much nicer people. Read the same books, enjoy the same things mostly and talk a lot of kok.

OTT

Ok, the plan was to finish clearing my email before blogging, but the server had to be down.

Thats 5 whole days of not switching the computer on. Sleep has crept up on my pirority list these days

I had wanted to blog about my Saturday before the memories slowly fade away. If I could, I want one of those bowls that Gandalf has so that I can relive them.
I attended a bridal event on Saturday. Shocked eh, even I am. Esp given the current state of things where weddings totally pissed me off. I am still slightly pissed at it but nm.

My colleague had this extra ticket for a 'Fairytale Wedding;. Fairytale wedding - duh. I am not sure, Some girls dream of themselves as princesses on their wedding days, all dolled up beautifully and everything and die to get married. I don't. In fact, I have never thought of such a thing all my life, then and now. I was cynical at the invite itself 'Fairytale wedding'.

I was her plus one for that event. It was meant for marrying couples to go but we went together anyway. There was a 5 course lunch. It sucked pretty much anyway.

When I was there, they set up little rooms where they show you wedding stuff, from wedding cards (which pretty much all look the same to me), wedding gifts -which in my opinion chocolate is the best, why bother about bells or shot glasses or keychains. But I had to admit, some of the keychains were pretty cute, but then, if I had my choice, I will just choose the cheapest, afterall, half the people at your wedding do not know you and will not be bothered with what the table gift is. Choose chocolate, has endophins(spelling?), makes you happy, makes everyone happy.

Then, they had different menus for dinner course and colour schemes. It was so confusing. I flipped through it and left it back at the table. Duh, too much information on a Saturday. Its crazy. I could see so many couples poring over it all. Its crazy, I repeat. Again, if I had my choice, I will just pick the one that is cheap but does not look cheap. Who cares if you take pains to choose the nice nice fish or nice nice seafood, its all going to suck. With the exception of Tracy's wedding, how many of you actually tasted good food at a wedding???

We were then led into the ballroom where there was a fashion show, at least I attempted to look at the details on the gown. After the 5th gown, the 40 other gowns following it all looked the same to me.

I left the whole event, even more anti-wedding then before. I mean, its ok to get married, but to put so much emphasis on it, it misses the point for me.
Maybe I my mindset will change as I grow older, but thats it for now.

The saving grace was that my colleague was excellent company. It beats sleeping on a Saturday afternoon. I, however, did deliberately leave all the brochures that I collected with Alboy. It was more to see his reaction than anything. Haha.

Some people are born bitches

I re-read my last blog and cannot believe how happy i was there. It felt like so long ago, that happiness feeling.

*pause* am trying out the OTO Trimax that my mum bought while typing this. So I'm vibrating and itching. Its supposed to increase blood circulation so it itches. I'm supposes to last ten minutes with it, but its only 1 min now and I can barely feel my stomach already. Its so itchy. The last time I did some vibrating machine, I itched like crazy and turned all red, like freshly bloomed flowers in a spring meadow.

3 mins elapsed. Cannot take it anymore...So itchy..yikes

K, now that I ripped that thing off me I can think better and blog better.

After that spate of happiness, I got really really pissed, so bloody pissed I do not want to retype it all here. I think I narrated the whole story to so many people on msn that i am really really tired of repeating myself. In short, some people are born bitches and I hope with all my heart that the bitch gets her period on that day and stain her dress a horrific red for the whole world to see. That should suffice and appease me.

Alternatively, let it rain cats and dogs the whole day. Cats and Dogs as in big thunderstorm, to make things as difficult as possible on that day.
When I get mad, I rant. I think of loads of nasty things that I wish will happen to you. Believe me, I have quite an imagination and I usually don't care much.

I wish things will get more exciting.

I had wanted to go HK during the upcoming p.hols, but Alboy is so non-committal abt it that I decide i will forget about it. I will not let myself get so uptight over it. If I really do want to go, I will just plan and go myself. He had verbally agreed to go to HK with me. I did all the research - not much actually, but I found the flights and hotel contacts. I have enough miles to redeem a flight so all he has to do is to go book his flight or at least give me the go-ahead to book on his behalf. I have told him that, so the ball is in his court and I will not do anything. And the ball has been in his court since then, surprise.

Anyway, anyone up for beach volley in Sentosa anytime soon?
Or dinner in sentosa, beach front dinning, its quite cool. Quiet and breezy. (We can all hide in Guybrush's Kangoo and cheat on admission) Just a thought, like human smuggling.

K. May the bitch get her period on that day and make a bloody red mess for the entire world.

Happiness!

Its been some time.

Many things have happened. Now you can be jailed for your blog's contents. I still do not quite understand the whole thing. Those guys certainly deserve a hard knock on their heads for being so silly as to write such thing, or reveal their identities. But then again, those were the good old days when we thought the internet was a free space for everyone. Apparently, it seems not so.

I wonder what Sg youths will be like ten years later with no outlet to express themselves. First you complain we do not express ourselves, do not voice our opinions, when we do, we have to make sure they are politically correct first. Duh.

I do not know what those two guys wrote exactly.

If they attacked the religion itself, then it is so wrong, for obvious reasons. You cannot attack something age old which millions cling to as their faith just because you do not believe in it. This is why I walk away and try hard to keep my mouth shut when over-zealous Christians come evangelizing. They can get quite irritating sometimes, which in itself is so ironic. You keep me away by trying to spread the faith to me.

However, if they attacked the characteristic of the people of that race, then ... I have to say 'no comments'. Dun play play, wait kena jailed so 'no comments' it is.

Sigh. I still do not see how a jail term will help. Send them to community service, make them mingle with people of the faith to understand more and clear misunderstandings. That may be better. Now, I'm sure the halo effect of the whole saga is that everyone feels stifled. They will just talk about it among like-minded friends but not blog. How is the government able to police our thoughts? The whole thing reminds me of 1984 by George Orwell. Big brother is out there. Beware.

Enough of these.

I been quite happy these days. I took a day off on friday and had a great time.

I went shopping with my mum. I bet you didn't expect that, because any conversation between my mum and I usually sounds like a fighting match. However, I have to admit that as I grow older, I really learn to appreciate my parents more. Really, it frightens me what I'll be without them.

I bought a multicolored Papilllio. Or rather, my mum bought me a multi-coloured Papillio. Its my second pair of Birkenstock. My first pair was a orange, conservative design. Now, I have the multi colored ones. I was pondering for the longest time if they will match my denim skirt today but I decided against it and wore green heels instead. Can't wait to wear them.

I did my nails too. Its fantastic. The best I did so far. The girl really scrubbed all my calluses away. My sole is so soft and pinkish now, and mind you I had a lot a lot a lot of dead skin to start with. Go look for Melodyn at Espirit Wisma Level 3.

I bought a dress too!. I bought a nike top too!
Its amazing what one day off work can do to you.