twentythree y.o. geographer, barista, yoga practitioner. University College London. born and bred in the lil' island of Singapore. constantly searching for answers. extremely flawed, especially when it comes to imposing standards on others, expecting too much, not knowing when to close her mouth (to shut the fuck up or to stop eating). too crazy for her own good and has to be taken with a massive handful of salt. adores backpacking, hitch-hiking, hill-walking, red wine, whiskey, cocktails, fine food and good conversations.
REMINDER:
"open your heart. someone will come. someone will come for you. but you'd have to open your heart first."
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| Sunday, October 20, 2013
◔ 3:14 PM // ✎ 0 comment(s) | ❝ First British Birthday. ❞ |
Had the most fucking insane night last night, celebrating Lux's birthday. And I woke up with this really bad sore throat and cough because of... Something that I did last night HAHAHA.
DO NOT JUDGE ALRIGHT, REALLY.
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The night started off pretty normal - I went over to Maria's place and she had food for me (again ^^).
And things got pretty fucking crazy after we cut the cake. Lux cut the cake, and then tried to smash it on Max, which was a really really bad idea. Cause he had a break down afterwards and I had to spend a lot of effort calming him down and washing his shirt and all.
Anyways, there was tonnes of cake EVERYWHERE. She just tried to get cake on all of us (and thank god I hid pretty well) and there was cake all over the floor, the walls, the toilet... And it did not help that it was a chocolate cake so it just looked like there was shit every fucking where lol.
So we spent the next half an hour or so? Sweeping and mopping and cleaning up and what not. Felt bad for the flat; it'd smell like chocolate forever or something.
Then we walked to Piccadilly Institute, and Lux was being fucking crazy HAHAHA. She was like shouting to couples saying "DONT HAVE TOO MUCH SEX" and telling everyone that it was her birthday.
And then we got to the club, but Peter was denied entry. (Forgot to mention that the entire journey Peter and I downed a carton of cranberry vodka and there was like half a litre of vodka inside omfg). Then we went to Macs, got him a burger, then we went back into the club (they nearly didn't let him in again, I swear the bouncer must have hated him cause I probably looked more drunk than he did).
And then... Yeah it was pretty insane, Lux was dancing really madly. And...
I made out with Peter. So much. In front of all my friends. And Peter was Celia's flatmate. And there we were, making out. Oh god. But he is really really really cute though. Even cuter now that I saw his photos on Facebook.
Head back on a cab with Maria and Charlotte and Celia and Peter. Then said that I had to get out cause if I took the cab I'd probably puke. Peter came out with me and later Celia came along too.
We went to this pizza place cause I had to pee and they had to buy food. And I bought a bottle of water. And they only wanted to give us one glass of tap water (wtf??).
The moment I walked out of the restaurant I started to puke. But it was just one puke and I was fine. We walked to King's Cross, went into Macs and I bought a large fries (and I am still feeling so sinful). As in really Fiona, eating unhealthy food at 2 fucking AM? But I had no choice, you know the feeling that you get when you are really really tipsy and you have to eat something to absorb the oil?
That.
And then we all went back our own ways hahaha it was so fucking crazy. In a good way I guess. I wonder when will these stupid incidents stop.
P.S. really like this song:-
Labels: college, daily, friends, love
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