Palawan Beach

Wenyan

Stoning on a stone

Liting's cute toes

I slept in the shade and woke up to see that they've all lost their feet.

A slow, hot and lazy afternoon. I fought off the sweltering heat with my retreat to the shade while the rest basked in it. The sun has not been kind to my skin and I didn't feel like absorbing heat. Still, it was a different kind of afternoon. More pictures to come from today and the bbq.

Joke of the day

(discussing to go mambo next wednesday)

Me; Can you imagine Wenyan drunk? I can’t imagine her high.
Joey; HAHA, she’ll only go around telling people her riddles.
Us; LOLOLOL

Scenario 1
Wenyan approaches guy in corner and slurs:

‘Hey eh, y…you.. want to hear a *hic* j…joke? Hehehehe.

Anyone who knows Wenyan will know this is a very possible scenario. LOL

I wrote a letter to myself yesterday night. It came out in blocks of colors and was 2 pages long. I didn't realise I had so much to say to myself. All of it made so much sense I wondered why those words didn't come to me sooner.

SHENZHEN

At 8am

It was drizzling.

The things I let myself get away with overseas.

Day 3's lunch.

Their lunch. On the 3rd night, we learnt the scary way that ShenZhen sleeps early.

ShenZhen, wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Food sucks though. Liting and I still have a mild suspicion that not all their meat is meat. Traffic bordered on crazy, but fun once you got the hang of it, that is if you can ignore the excessive number of honks. The only thing that makes all of these worth it is the shopping. It was effortless and we basically overspent. The plane ride back was amazing. Liting would know. haha

It's 5am and I'm at Terminal 2. I can see my plane from where I'm standing and it looks, ...like a plane. ha ha. Liting and I are surviving on 3 hours of sleep and lots of food from last night's barbeque. (Btw, thanks Joeygirl for all the preparation and allowing us to takoever your house frontyard.) As always, we eat more than we sleep. She is all excited about being able to get drinks on the plane without having to pay for them and plans to use all the entertainment available onboard. I plan to catch the sunrise and a movie that I've not miraculously watched. See you guys in 4 days. I'll try not to miss anyone or anything but that's highly unlikely.

Punggol End

The rocks we climbed over and had near falls on. Freckled with shells and covered in algae.

The lone dog that followed us everywhere. It unnerved Leo while I tried provoking it with my wild flowers. Along the beach, it mauled a dead crab to pieces.

He brought fruits he spent 20minutes cutting (a good effort but LOL, 20minutes!) and I brought store-bought cookies. (I'm making myself sound horrible.) There were sandy paths lined with wildflowers and scraggly beautiful trees. No signs of estates or developed establishments. Along the way we tried converting the dog to becoming a vegetarian with the fruits but the plan failed. The wild flowers were plucked and gathered in a bunch with a thin stalk. But their purpose changed from looking pretty to harrassing and causing discomfort to Leo, aka, he-who-can't-stand-wild-dirt. No pictures from this part because I felt my hp camera won't do the place justice.

At the beach, because just strolling on the sand wasn't challenging enough, we travelled the length of it by climbing among the rocks. I kept losing my slippers while he attempted on several occassions to make me lose my balance. We tried playing fetch with the dog, but it couldn't see where the ball went. We stayed till the tides attacked us from the rocks and all the 3 levels of sunrays vanished behind the clouds.

Of a floating balloon and many other things.

After badminton (I slacked cause there was only 1 court and 7 ppl) and squash (didn't slack cause there was 1 court and 3 ppl), there was Joey's piano recital.

Bought a daisy balloon after Wenyan convinced me buying a balloon that said 'It's a boy!' wasn't going to cut it.

Wenyan's artistic shot that supposedly has the storyboard of the love a grandma has for her grandkid cept in this case, the grandma here isn't Joey's. But what are slight details eh.

After 140minutes of sitting down and pretending to be appreciating everything with snotty bimbotic remarks like 'that girl looks like she's trying to kill ants on the keyboard' and 'what's with all the velvet?', we made our escape but of course, Joey was great and so were a few others.

Doesn't this have the cover of a christmas card feel? Those that come in packs and are supposedly in watercolour? LOL

With self-timer

2nd try.

'She only watched on as I spiralled away, lost to the poison of humanity.', muses my inner-emo self.

right....

LOL, I miss those secondary school days where we were asked to write compositions and journals for homework. I used to write emo so well my english teachers would single me out for 1 on 1 sessions where I would shamelessly try to pass off as an intellectual with depth and maturity in my everchanging but jaded perception on life. I'm doing that now aren't I?

Joey: Wenyan you look so natural!
Wenyan: Cass say I look like siao char bor.
Me: Yeah, so that makes you a natural siao char bor.

Joey and I: heheheheh. heh.

Later, we caught up with the guys (Leo, JoBoy, Wayne and my bro) to catch Mall Cop. It strayed far enough from the trap of going overboard and trying too hard to remain relatively funny.

Cathay didn't allow the balloon to be in the cinema so we left it behind the counter. We only remembered it when we reached PS after the movie. Backtracking to retrieve it, Wenyan and I tried to rationalize who to blame on. In the end we decided to blame it on Joeygirl cause she had the piano recital of which we wouldn't have bought it in the first place.

And crap, I've developed an ulcer on my gum. My tooth feels cold, like it needs a blanket or something. My arse and thighs are also aching due to squash. They feel so tough and stiff but don't look like it. It's still only flabulous.

I was challenged by 3 of my secondary 2 kids to daytona after project discussion today. After huge efforts by them to crash me, which I did, 4 times, I came out 2nd. My form is still there and kickin. LOL, like who cares right. But it was fun, being silly and serious at the same time.

Badminton and Squash tomorrow. 2 hours apiece. My arms would be wrecked for sure but not my lower abdominal muscles cause I've been doing 'stomach crunches' thank you very much (inside joke).

No one else abuses my entries as well as you do. If I wasn't trying so hard to be mad at you, the reappear with magic dust line is actually quite funny, minus the saying it really loudly on the street part. haha.

I'm meeting my group of secondary 2 kids tomorrow outside of school for the first time to plan for YOG and I'm sure of 5 things that are inevitable and fated to happen;

1. I'm going to be forced to treat them lunch which will include them interrogating me on my darkest, most personal secrets.

2. My font as the all wise mentor will either crumble to bits OR

3. I will once again emerge as some kind of genius they've not come close to ever in their young lives.

4. They will, I repeat, TRY TO WEAR ME DOWN but

5. I will, I repeat, NOT LET THEM.

Aside from all of that, I'm looking forward to bullying them outside the safety and confines of school. I mean, 10 of them and 1 of me? PFFT. (Yeah, trying so hard isn't cutting it. It's clear I'm feeling quite chicken shit about the whole thing.)

Bro's 16th at PS cafe

Interior.

Later we shifted outside cause it was so cold my mom was using napkins to cover her arms.

Also, my family has a habit of shifting tables, hardly do we ever stick with our first table and this perturbs my bro every single time.

Going for the old film effect on the picture but it was actually just too dark.

He held this pose for me. LOL

Watch out, his poses getting sexier by the day.

My mom was so taken by the decor and setting, she was all set on going to the place at 7 in the morning so she could try their brunch along with nice sunlight (her words not mine). Later we found out that they only open at 1030am and my dad suggested we camped out on the patch of field next to the cafe. A variation of breakfast in bed. ha ha ha. funny. I think I should be the only one doing the wisecracks in my family.

listening to; It had to be you by dean martin

4-1 baby.

By the 3rd goal, I was jumping on my couch and waving my towel around.

HAHAHAHA

Best of all, I got some moolah off my bro the poor ManU fan.

Pai Du

We ate western-styled dishes in zi char style, treated bread like it was rice and club hopped cause we were broke and it was ladies night. We are young and broke and dared to act like it. LOL. Our wrists ran out of space for stamps and I felt sorry for all those who had to stare really hard at my I.C picture. Ended up at Arena and met Cheryl (surprise surprise) haha. The last hour of being 18 was spent at Hooters and chasing the last train home. So I spent my first mintues of my birthday alone.

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The other day.

Me; This shorts too big for me, you got S size for it?

Mom; Huh, the cutting for M size so big ar?

Me; Not I small but the shorts big?!

Cousin; *laughs*

My mom, at 49 still renders me speechless.