All About You

im back from a holiday in London, Paris and Manchester!

London-great accomodation at south kensington, hyde park gate, awesome shopping!, great food!!!nicest mojito ive had, cool city=)
Paris- pretty buildings, captivating versailles,great zara shopping, glamorous big brands (but its too expensive to afford!), lovely language i like it!, delicious nutella crepes, cheap but nice beer, dirty city, wet weather, rude people, mediocre food.. all in all, nice place but not my favourite cup of tea
Manchester-good trafford centre to shop, nice friends, nice food (which i didnt eat!, but i dun like it!!! boring boring....
glasgow- home is where the heart is. 2nd home, 2nd home **

daddy says he will go to italy with me next easter, mum cant go cause its the school term. i say NO! Italy is too romantic, its suicidal to go with your parents , ambika says. haha! i agree!! Venice, rome, florence... awww! maybe dad can take me to Milan.. i dun mind! haha

daddy was so funny. he called me randomly at 12pm glasgow time.. singapore 7pm?
apparently, he was on the sheares bridge, and there was a long jam. He said he got bored and so he called me. and he complained about the jam for so looong. haha so cute!

glasgow..
i missed it when i was gone.
missed the solitude i have when im in my room alone, missed the company of my friends.
but now that im back...
my friends have disappeared into their own holes!!!
im left to study study and study in the SL and my little room,
and choreograph 45 8s!
and listen to spanish music
and watch grey's anatomy, havana nights and honey...
and cook!
and lose weight!

it IS a LOT of things to do.. esp revising.. but the progress is SLOW..
just hope to do 2 PBLs a day for now, and speed up later.

i fought with someone that day.it got real bad and we started shouting at each other, hurling mean and crude and really hurtful stuff. i dunno what sparked it off, prob months of accumulated tension-doubts, disappointments and anger.
it takes weeks and months to build that trust that was never even wholesome, and a few seconds to blow it. we've never fought this brutally and it shook me quite a bit.
it made me feel really awful that night, even after countless apologies.
but the next morning strangely, it gave me a certain kind of peace.. and comfort.
maybe it was the sense of release, and maybe the truth did set me free.
also the comfort in knowing i did not misbelief.

ironically, that incident led to the making of peace and ending od a long drawn cold war. its good, i guesss.

still a little sadness, a little pain. but im starting to look beyond. theres no point in staying.. because.. life isnt fair.

watched grey's last night and i saw a little of myself in meredith.her "choose me. pick me. love me..." line, and "the truth bout the truth is it hurts.. so we lie."
haha

sounds cool. but quite rubbish.
how far can we get by lying to ourselves?
what purpose does it serve to focus on things that wun matter for eternity, or er.. in a years time maybe?
what good does it serve for everyone to place my energy and effort in this?
sarah... GOD IS JEALOUS FOR YOUR HEART!