this weekend was birthday week. read: alot of binging, building up that calorie count, and being exhausted.
regular appearance at zouk on friday to celebrate cass's actual birthday. all the usual suspects were in attendance. the music was bad, and the crowd extremely desperate. cass and i were the only two girls in the sea of men/boys/male infants. we got stares, smirks, but nothing nearly as bad as this indian guy who first pulled my bra strap, then snatched my hand and kissed my ear. i nearly elbowed him, but thought of the consequences on denzil and refrained myself. if only ranon hadn't gone to find chew in the toilet, and daniel hadn't disappeared. then maybe i would.
grangeford on saturday to celebrate sara's birthday. met ed and aly, friends of daniel. if i hadn't had their company, i'd be tearing my hair out. the people, well, just not my type. think SIA stewards/stewardesses types who speak in chinese. and for some reason i was feeling tres bitchy and anti-social.
sunday was the best day of the week. basked and of course, burnt in the sun. we gave del mar a miss. instead parked ourselves at some empty spot at palawan. i miss playing volleyball. cass, you have to run for the ball girl. run run run. we departed the beach at about 5. meant to go round sentosa for abit, but everyone was feeling lazy. we did, however, take a cab back to vivo, and indulged ourselves in modesto's scrumptious italian cuisine. walked around for awhile before heading home. i crashed on the bed once i set foot home. and now, at this hour, i am still feeling tired from the weekend.
although the experience and company was awesome, everything about vivo was hurting me. i pressed on, plastered that smile across my face. if i was alone, i would've sat by the waters and cried. one end to the other, there was nothing that couldn't remind me of ...
