A better day than I expected

I'm seriously not trying to change this into a dream journal... but my dreams of late have been disturbing, ever since i claimed that i never have bad dreams to a friend... Just last night I dreamt that I was in Spain, and a primary school clique of friends were plotting to eradicate my existence. I had to display strength and hypocrisy so that they could not do anything to me and I played along, while noting all the attempts they make to plot behind my back. And then while I was struggling to survive, I met up with an old friend from secondary school, who, for some reason, tells me her sad story of not being able to return to Singapore. She had heard from the people around the area that me and my "gang" were in town and so she was very happy to rush over and meet me.

Which is totally weird since i haven't thought about all these people in ages...

I'm in a much better mood today... I had been expecting a week free from animal handling, when all of a sudden yesterday my vet-mate Lydia suggested going for extra sheep handling classes today. My heart just sank and I really, really, didn't want to go... but i know i would be doing myself injustice if i passed up any chance to 'perfect'( haha what a joke ) my handling skills. And so this afternoon we went along to join another class in the sheep handling. And I'm pretty happy to say that, by the end of the lesson I did manage to draw blood on both occasions that I bled the poor unfortunate sheep... and that I would have the chance again to do so and reassure myself in 2 weeks' time :) How this plagues me. But it's not supposed to be like this at all... all this worrying and un-manageable fear. I think I would normally pride myself on being able to pick up such skills fast, but it has just not been the case these past few weeks.

And that's why I hate wednesdays... not to mention the fact that I also go for a capella practices to Perth Harmony Chorus with Samantha on wednesday nights... and right now i suspect that the both of us are resisting the urge to drop this new hobby of ours. haha.. we came to the conclusion just the other day that, being both Aquarians with birthdays just one day apart of each other's.. we are pretty similar in that our interests often dwindle after a while and we hate commitments. So anything that requires a constant dedication and routine... is not for us. With regards to a capella... I don' t deny that we have fun singing... I enjoy it while I'm there.. provided we get to sing, but whenever they start talking about the admin stuff I start thinking to myself that it's just not my cup of tea. There we have this bunch of old ladies (but very nice ones) who are passionate about singing and probably make that a very big part of their lives... who share close knitted relationships and bonding with one another... and then add two young girls (hehe I am forever young) who are not even sure whether they are going to commit long term due to travelling in and out of the country as well as uncertain plans for the future... It just does not match at all. But I admire them a great deal... and these australian ladies are one of the nicest bunch of people I've met in australia so far.

What a Dilemma.