on yesterday.. it was so fun, it's tiring.
sentosa trip with tk's class was really great, they're a bunch of really easy people, nice-going and friendly..
met up with them at front mrt at 10plus.. waited around for hanting the highness till bout 11plus, then headed for cold storage to stock up. 4 whole chickens to be shared among 13-of which, 11 tough guys who looked like they can globble a cow, 1 glutton of a girl who can eat a farm and another girl whose diet is still unknown. piled on the chips i never get around to and 4 bottles of drinks i had to lug all the way to sentosa without a kind soul offering his assistance. thank you very much.
acted like some sentosa tour guide(feelin pro, lol.. ), which i only have diana to thank for cos of those sentosa trips every week, making me so familiar with the stuff there.
palawan beach was where we hit, on the lousiest spot on the whole big beautiful area cos the guys wanted the space for soccer. soaked myself silly, under the sun, in the sea. someday my skin's gonna pay, i swear.
laughing myself nuts over those guys' silly humor and embarrassing myself as usual in a game of volleyball and monkey. now they know having a tan doesnt mean you're really sporty. lol..
particularly love the company of kah boon, interesting poor thing who has been deprived of sentosa trips all these years. he made me laughed the hardest too.
and of cos, tk my dearest one. who got me there in the first place and never fail to let me enjoy my day, making it the best day i've for weeks. another reason to remind me how much i love you.
next came 45mins monorail ride around the island cos this san ba lao-"mountain guy" had never been on it and really thought the ride costs $20. all the excitement from one guy is enough to get everyone to accompany him through a boring 45mins ride.
tk n me and sofan n nad left after the ride, while the rest headed for musical fountain, which i can visualise how kahboon's gonna gawk at it.
met jeanne in town and got tickets for secret window at 9.30pm. great show, expertly plotted i must say. truly the work of stephen king, the one whose writing i have never like yet came out with stories i'm so intrigued with.
home to a mood rottened by her entry, which honestly isn't her fault. slept at 3plus am even though my resolution on my way home was to drop dead as soon as i get home.
morning came and body is aching of yesterday's craze. and skin feeling dried and tight, i hate it.
how can fun ever be just fun?
uploaded new photos folder on yesterday's trip. laughed myself silly, once again.
yet another temporary happiness.