funny the kinds of dreams you get when you watch resident evil and then indulge in a bit of aromatherapy. the kind where there's zombies and hot soldiers. and then there's your boyfriend whom you havent seen in months and well..there's zombies wandering the streets. they need to be killed. or they'll bite you and you become like them.

apparently its the queens birthday today..either that or it was yesterday and they brought it forward to today. oh well. long live, i guess. bring on the sales!

its great what you can find in the kids section here. plus the clothes are just as pretty and cheaper and far easier to maintain.

pirates of the carribean 3. lets see what i have to say about it. well, for one, i'm glad its ending. i'll miss seeing johnny depp as captain jack sparrow, but thats what dvd's are for. i dont know why my friends were quite disappointed about the movie tho. i liked it. my only gripe about it was that i felt it was too long. some scenes just felt TOO draggy and "oh god, he's still swinging up there??" but other than that, it was great how it just plunged into the action. the opening really grabbed my attention. funny how some of the pirates looked maori or pacific island-ey. was that done on purpose? and if you walked out when the credits rolled, you missed out the hidden scene. i point and laugh at you, all of you who did that. HA! HAHA! it wasnt much la, but it did provide a nice sense of "aww..thats nice" to the movie. (thank you mimi for telling me about the hidden scene) i'll be nice here, and not spoil the scene for anyone. go find out yourself when you can.

 I MISS CARAMEL POPCORN!!!!! popcorn here is crap. i would've expected otherwise.

 onto more breaking news that..nevermind.

salsa dancing. we went to a salsa bar last friday, which was really a very welcome change from going to some seedy bar where everyone's drunk and spilling drinks on each other and on the floor and spasing to music. anyways, salsa. really great. people actually dancing. DANCING. DANCING.  and me and my amateur 1-2-3, 5-6-7 steps. went with the girls (you bitches still owe me big for that night btw) and it was really warm there. felt almost..tropical. at around 10, the festivities begun. the dj put on some salsa music and people start dancing. was just checking out the dancing when lo and behold, pablo's there! he asked to dance, and i'm a rubbish salsa dancer. kept bumping into him and the people around me. oh god, the humiliation! but it was all fun anyways. and pablo told me to "keep practicing". its kinda hard to do that when you learned the male steps to a dance when in real life, you're a FEMALE who's supposed to be led (NOT LEAD) and pick up on signals on when to turn and where to tuen and such. nonetheless, it was great going there. i might return, if i practice :P but i still say this, and i dont care how repetitive i sound, and how annoying it will probably sound, it was great to go to a place where people were actually DANCING and not fishing for attention. music was great too. whats another word for great besides awesome? well..you get the idea. and there was SPACE TO DANCE. the steps were red and there was candle light and a balcony and people were very nice and CIVIL to you. and it doesnt feel trashy at all! WOW! what a breakthrough!

 which brings me to my next topic: THE NIGHTLIFE. i dont know if its just me growing older or getting tired or whatever, but personally i'm getting quite tired of the nightlife. getting all dolled up and going out to dance and a few drinks, yeah sure, its nice once in a while. but when it becomes so...regular (?), i dont know if thats the proper word to use, it just becomes so superficial and pretentious. honestly, whats the point? i dont see the point anymore. its another thing if you want to try out a new place, or go out once in a while for occasions and all. but so often? what for? cheap attention? come on...none of its real. NONE of it. quite tired of coming home, cold and hungry with aching feet at almost dawn, and proceeding to sleep the day away. maybe its just me. i dont mind trying out a new spot. or going once in a while. or for some occasion (a real one, not just handing in an assignment) but..come on lah. it not real. none of it is. and come dawn, story's over. but then again, maybe its just me.

well..exams, people. EXAMS. i dont think i care very much about them. have yet to start studying. and they begin next week. it just doesnt seem to bother me. this is weird.