VAUNT @ MoS last night was a blast. The whole world was there. But the best surprise was that I met Mas & company! Miss the girls so effing much. Made quite a lot of new friends. And yes, we bumped into Paul Twohill, not exactly cute, but still pretty cool. Initially I was with Imran and people, but being boys, they started grinding girls so I decided to join Mas and company, together with Mel, Russell and gang.
WE DANCED FOR SIX FECKING HOURS. But I stole a break with Egan in-between. And then we hit the dance floor again, or rather, the platform heh. My sexy mamas could soo drop it like it`s hot! Hmmm anyway I think dancing really closely with the opposite sex is alright, but GRINDING, to me, is a little extreme, although everyone on the dance floor was doing it. I`m just not comfortable with the idea of gyrating your ass against a guy`s ahem. It`s like sex, but with your clothes on. Blah!
So you can imagine how terrified I felt when a couple guys tried to grind me. They grabbed my hips and pulled me close to them while swaying to the music like it`s the most normal thing in the world. I`m like WTFFFF. HANDS OFF! NOWWW! URGH. But I didn`t wanna create a fuss because obviously, all the other girls didn`t have a problem with it. So I did danced with them without kicking them in the nuts lol, but with a distance of 3 feet.
But hey, I`m okay with girl-to-girl grinding, since you know, we have the same body parts and all. So there was quite a bit of that haha. I did the first ever slow-dance in my life that night, with Egan. I felt weird and awkward; like an adolescent kid. It got so bad I couldn`t even look at him while we rocked in slow motion. Lol yes yes go on and laugh at me.
Well the party ended pretty damn late, about 5am? We lepak-ed until 6 plus in order to save on cab fare. I reached home at about seven, with dad greeting me right at the door. Apparently, he was getting ready to go to work. It wasn`t exactly pleasant since I don`t usually come home that late and what was worse was that I smelled of smoke, cigarettes and booze. So yeah you guessed it, received quite a earful from him.
AH. TWO more days before I fly off to the UK and my packing list is still so messy. Should I bring cardigans or jackets? Jeans or skirts? Sneakers or Maryjanes? Is 300 pounds enough, or should I bring more?
Well all that can wait till tomorrow because I am awfully TIRED right now. I came back this morning and slept for about 3 hours before going out again. Came back not long ago, and here I am, all in. I`m gonna hit the sack for some much-needed rest. Night y`all.
10:30 PM
We`ll be traveling all over and visiting places like Rydal Mount (home of William Wordsworth), Rievaulx, York Minster, Shakespeare`s Birthplace, Warwick Castle, Oxford University, Georgian Bath, Jane Austen Centre, Salisbury Cathedral, Bodiam Castle, The Imperial War Museum, the Globe Theatre, Tower of London, Fleet Street, Trafalgar Square, Westminster Abbey and okay I shall stop here because the list is pretty darn long. Heh.
And because it`s Shakespeare Festival this year, England will be performing all 37 of his plays. We`ll be catching some of them. Romeo & Juliet and Phantom Of The Opera! :))) We`ll get to see how the text is performed and the transformation of words into action. Literature students out there feeling a tinge of jealousy yet? =)
AND. This was completely accidental. I found out that the itinerary states that on the 11th, we can have the afternoon free to explore London, and it so happen that BON JOVI IS PERFORMING IN LONDON ON THIS DAY IN THE AFTERNOON. I know, Perfecto, right? I asked Mr.Rozells and he said he`ll get back to me about that ASAP, so I`m still waiting for approval. For all you know he might be interested in it as well ha.Ahhh. Two weeks out of this god-forsaken place we call home. I really can`t wait to go to England and take in the people, the religion, the rich culture, the brilliant architecture, their awe-inspiring literature and the powerful history behind this country, which I believe, all of which can spellbound you with its blinding charisma. :)))
I can almost imagine myself walking along river Thames, taking in all the sights and sounds, or up in the London Eye, admiring the magnificent view laid out in front of me; scenery so picturesque it might well have been from a postcard, or shopping in Camden, scouring for cheap and exotic finds like velvety gothic jackets and Indian bangles right now.
I AM SO TERRIBLY EXCITED.
Hell I might even come back with a cockney accent.
10:40 AM
He didn't know.
She wanted to tell him. She didn't know how.
"Isn't it sad," she said, "how the stars are so cold and the sun so warm."
"The stars," he said, "are just further away."
"Can they get closer?"
"... Closer?"
"Yes," she said.
He looked at her.
And there was light.
10:24 PM
Today changed that.
11:04 PM
Mom was frying eggs for Dad when he suddenly burst into the kitchen.
`Careful,` he said.
`Careful! Put in more butter! Watch out! You`re cooking too many eggs at once.`
`Too many! Turn them! Turn them now! We need more butter. Oh no! Where are we going to get more butter? They`re going to stick!`
`Careful… careful. I said be careful.`
`You never listen to me when you`re cooking. Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind?`
`Don`t forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the salt. Use the salt!`
Mom stopped and stared angrily at him.
She retorted, `What in the world is wrong with you? Why are you raving and ranting like a madman?`
`You think I don`t know how to fry a couple of lousy eggs?`
Dad smiled and calmly replied: `No, no, dear, I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I`m driving.`
LMAO.
On a side note,
My dad listens to DEEP PURPLE.
No Shit.
10:39 PM
And I say you`re full of shit.
We`re disposable teens.
I become so uncharacteristically myself these days. My tired old heart is sighing a hell lot more often than usual. I am so goddamn tired of my work. It gets so mechanical I`m becoming all stiff.-think tin man, wizard of oz- Other people think all`s alive and well but I see dead things floating around everyday. It`s spooking the shit out of me. No wonder I feel dead. For all I know I might be surrounded by zombies.
I think I`m hallucinating and suffering from attacks of schizophrenia. I sure sound like it. Ah fuck I`ve almost forgotten how good it feels to be drunk.
Because I wasn`t invited to it anyway
You said I tasted famous, so I drew you a heart
But now I`m not an artist I`m a fucking work of art.
12:17 AM