Playing catch-up.
feeling: reflective
spinning: easy as the rain by norah jones and the little willies
Whenever Lanxi and I meet up for our tanning/shopping session, we will inevitably reminiscise about the "good ol' days". Over today's lunch of ramen, we talked about the times when we used to hang out at the Macdonald's at King Albert Park (we call it K.A.P) after school and the many characters we met there. One of the guys had a short stint as a model, and another apparently has universities fighting for him. And a little bird told us that the queen of flirts has gained enough pounds to fall off her throne. We were all so young, I don't think any of us ever imagined ourselves to turn out the way we do now. I would say most of us polished up pretty well!
For the first time in our many reminiscising sessions and in many long gone years, memories of my very first boyfriend came to mind. For the first time in my three years on Friendster, I decided to check out his profile. I stared at his picture for quite awhile, trying to recall what it was about him that had me head over heels in infatuation. I can't remember.
However, a part of me that died with those faded memories came back alive. For a moment, I was the idealistic young girl once again - naively unpolished and with a vivid imagination. For the first in a very long while, I dreamed, and for a split second, my thirteen year old's gusto for life and impatience to grow up quickly filled me. I'm barely twenty, but I feel so old.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Sunday, May 28, 2006
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???
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???
fruit
fruit
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
I was actually asking for permission to take pictures of his fruits, but that guy thought I wanted his picture 'cos I found him cute. Men's egos have the same international standard huh?
fruit3
fruit3
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
Me: What's that?
Auntie Sab: I don't know, hairy balls? -twitches eyebrows suggestively-
a&g
a&g
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
With Glenda and Racky. Cut off from the picture's her cat, heh.
morningvilla
morningvilla
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
I like the whole misty morning shot. Truth is the cold fogged up my camera lens, haha.
villa1
villa1
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
See the beach hut tucked away in front? People have beach massages done there WHEN it isn't STORMING.
mkbeach
mkbeach
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
Approaching the beach from the villa. I'd imagined a gorgeous sunrise and calm blue waters. Feels like winter.
mkbeach1
mkbeach1
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
The waves of the threatening sea are already like a mini tsunami. I can't bear to imagine what the real tsunami must have been like.
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