Where's my cocktail Sunday?

Where's my cocktail Sunday?

I'd imagined a lazy Sunday afternoon with the girls at Sentosa, lounging by the pool, basking in the sun on the beach and maybe sipping an ice-cold drink at one of the beach bars thereafter to cool off. (Didn't stay over last night. I am not a fan of chalets I suppose?)

I awoke at eight to cloudy skies, and now, six hours later, it's pouring outside. Why oh why does the weather always rain on my parade???