A moment in time
A moment in time
The good computer is down, with no internet, but MS word can word. I'm using this bad computer that has internet and is amazingly fast because it's free of all the excess documents and songs! But is has no MS word. So I'm like running between the rooms to complete an essay.
Oh but I digress. Haven't been updating much on my pretty pathetic holiday life. Went to Sentosa on Friday with the team minus Michelle who was eating her ass off steaks and meat everyday(?) in Narrogin. It was fun, and could've been more fun had it not been raining/drizzling half the time. We didn't stay indoors anyway. And we played lots of lots of volleyball. My two arms were raw afterwards because of the sand. We played with some Admiralty Secondary volleyball guys team because they invited us. It was fairly interesting. We played with their coach, God. We played with the pot-bellied uncle who was in charge of tending the kayak booth. He asked if he could join. Boy, are we desirable or what. We made a video, we saw a couple making out, I was buried under sand, we ran around, we kayaked and didn't capsize, we took pictures, we ate constantly, and we were happy going out as a team :D Pictures will be uploaded soon I hope, if the good computer works. This computer funnily, has no USB port. I'd probably upload it together with the Thailand pictures when I come back.
On Sunday, went to Pulau Ubin for cycling with the family and Christopher's and Jeanette's family too. The usual. Adeline had to go support her hiphop teacher in SuperBand so I'm the oldest again. Tuan and Hansel usually doesn't go out with us. Where's the promised oldkid outing! Ok it was fun, had a couple of lookers on the island :D Of course all from Singapore going to PU for a day out lah. Saw this orange shirt guy with his family who looked strangely familiar from afar. I think I know him or he knows me or something. He kept looking over. But I wasn't intent on finding out who, he cycled past and continued staring and I just well, didn't look back. Maybe I don't know him afterall. Ok and cycling was a tiring affair, Dad's pedal came off and my ass hurts and it was difficult to cycle up slope. But it was therapy to be admist greenery and blitzing down the hill without a care. I was going super fast and screaming my head off. And feeling the wind zzzzooooming past and the trees beside you going so fast it like pure exhilaration. And then halfway through it rained heavy and we took shelter in this guy's house. He was super super nice and kind! Thank God such people exist. And then the rain let off a little we thought if we just covered ourselves with ponchos we might make it back to the jetty dry and go back to Singapore. But who knew, when we got on our bikes it started raining even heavier! And my Dad just said, let's cycle in the rain and God, it was even more exhilarating! We were all like zooming at fast speed crazily with the heavy rain on us and in our face and it's like oh my God let's do it again. But we didn't so we went back home and yeah, that's pretty much it. Oh yes I forgot when we were cycling (at the beginning) I think I saw instructor Farah! She was going the other direction and what caught my attention was the green instructor shirt she was wearing. I'm pretty very much sure it's her. But we were both going so fast I didn't have time to look twice or to call out for her. It's funny how our paths cross and it probably won't cross again. Like my past instructors, acquaintances and all. It's just comforting to know they made a difference and hey, I might meet them again for all I know. It's, a moment in time :D
Oh yes, I know this is a long post but I need to say what I haven't said. I dreamt that my neighbour had SIX PACKS! Or was it 8. This is biggie news. I remember waking up after that and still being in shock. Maybe disgust. Hahahahah. Ok, he was walking past me and saying something about "You have good genes!" Because he once sat our car and said he didn't have good genes and so he's rather short for a guy. Taller than me still I suppose. Ok and also I dreamt that this friend of mine DIED! But the next day, he was still walking and sitting beside me and he told me he died in a cruise. He was in his room and the the cruise shook violently and he died of a heart attack. This is bad. I remember mourning or something. What else, ok that's all I remember. The worst dream about friends is about me and Melissa being lesbians. That was the most disgusting dream and I remember feeling disgusted for the rest of the week.
