Dancing Bush

Freaking hell. That's not how a president should behave. Or dance.

Ronald MacDonald's teenage daughter

It's time for Ronald to retire.

Although I thought his daughter would be very much fatter than this.

Any day other than today will be a better day.

Yippee!!

All done. Over. Full-stop. Period.

At the end of today, when all's done, I finally realized how strung up I was for the past few days. Did I bloody ask for it? You bet.

But will I kick myself for it? Maybe... not.

You know when you complain how lowly paid you are comparing to the amount of workload and working hours you put yourself through, and someone tries to encourage you by saying, "Well, you gain skills, knowledge. And that is something that no one will be able to ever take away from you. That is yours!" Wow, that's great! I don't deny that- but can that be eaten? And I didn't know that companies can "take away" your deserved monthly pay if they see deem fit. I can work with that amount of workload, gain that extra set of skills and knowledge, and still be better paid.

-_-

I mean, be practical la. You can stay for a while, thinking that way, thinking that you gain more than the company gains from you slogging - but you try thinking that way for years, you're stupid. your naivety has gone to the extreme. you're probably too lazy to find a job.

Can you imagine, while you're being altruistic and all, thinking the company is so darn proud of you, slogging 2-3 persons' jobs, getting 1 person's (low) pay; the company is thinking, "That's a great worker! Helps me save costs, and yet so cheap! Good thing he's staying on. Well, let him think that we're letting him gain exposure!"

Hahaha.

The cruel truth? That's Capitalism, my dear. With a capital C.

Shall we become farmers you say? That will be ideal, won't it? Till maybe, the government wants crop tax.

That being all said - aren't we all sadly, in the damn rat race still? Despite all the complaints, whinings, groanings, sighings, and all sounds of frustration and stress.

Well, at least, I am. Like, still harbouring the sickening glimmer of hope in the bureaucratic, corporate world. That's why I asked for the extra workload. Since I am not going to kick myself, maybe someone do it for me?

I feel kinda dreary and everything, but I don't know where to start. SOOO, instead of the usual complaining about work and shit, I am well, veering away from that. Cos I might feel lousier after blogging.

Anyway, this is old stuff, but I like this so much. So damn funny -

If only I know what's the song played at the end of the video. Cheers me up.

Bathed Fatty today - and he left me scratch marks. :(

But he made it up by licking furiously at my fingers when I held him tight. :D

Ahh, long week ahead and I guess this is not really the best time to blog. So much to talk about. And actually, I found a faster way to air my grievances - Twitter. Hah.

Well wish me luck. I sure do need that this week.

Fatty aka Norbit

Fatty is getting so cute, I can't stand it.

JUST LOOK AT HIM!!! His chubby cheeks!!! And black wriggling nose!!!

Don't mind me - I seldom gush at such cute things. But just look at him! How can you not melt at the sight of him! A big bruise as a nose. Eyes that widen at the slightest thing. Cheeks that are soft and chubby. Fluffy soft fur. And droopy balls.

Yup. Droopy balls that drag on the floor as he hops around fervently/happily.

He's acting like a dog now. He once licked my fingers as I was carrying him like a baby. (aww) He hops around the house, and sits under my table like a mother hen. Even greets you when you return home from work - hops to you, stop for a moment and return to his cage, expecting you to feed him. He does that to every family member and that's why he's getting fatter. And when you feed him from the box, he will place his paws in the box and pull the box from you, should you try to stop him from eating more when he's not yet done.

He lets you bathe him, but grunts softly under his breath. I terrorize him sometimes - I pounce on him and then ruffle his head. He squeezes his eyes shut and let me bully him. When I finally leave him alone, he will stand there dazed for a while (with messy fur), before hopping furiously away for his life (while I laughed away at the background, witch-style).

Here's Fatty - praying for more food. (And yes, that's a blue leash - my sister brought him out to the park for a walk. Ya, so he could be probably praying that he wouldn't be chased by random dogs as well. But being greedy Fatty, I think it's the former.)

Ass said that no one blogs anymore, but when I do ever blog, it was all about Fatty! Oh no.

But again, there's nothing that great in my life currently. All same all same - same lousy job, same boss, same old sick life.

But Fatty.. hee! Aww! I just want to squeeze him like a soft toy!

Fatty is starting to act like a dog by running around the house, playing hide and seek with us and he likes to wriggle his nose.

And he's starting to smell.

A bunny just joined my family. Its name is Fatty. Because it's rotound. Everything about it, is so round.

Oh no, did I just make a poem? Dang, I've not been blogging for too long. I've lost my touch.

I know Christmas is long over. And... Chinese New Year is even coming.

But JX requested that I put this vid of Justin Timberlake's-dick-in-a-box up.

SO...

"One: Cut a hole in the box. Two: Put your *bleep* in the box. Three: Make her open the box."

80's workout - H.I.L.A.R.I.O.U.S.

"Left, right. Left, right. WOO!"

Kay and Ass> This vid somehow made me miss those "Aerobics" days.. :)

Again and again, I've started, "How lousy can a Monday get?"

Rainy Monday mornings? Woke up the wrong side of the bed? Got up late? No sleep? Feeling a little under the weather but you know you have a tonne of work waiting for you? Missed the bus? Your period just happen to decide to arrive just before you rush out of the house late?

Well, Mondays just got worse.

So... LIFE JUST PLAIN SUCKS!!!

Ok, I just try and try to get every ounce of the bad feelings out of my system but they're neverending. I just get better for a while and I grow grouchy all over again. Pressure, fatigue and nothing going my way, PLUS an annoying boss, makes Em a very irritable bitch (albeit mildly deflated).

How I wish I have Ass's optimism - and her pay.

*sigh*

And life goes on.

I am a complete mess. When you think that things can't get any worse, it did. Well, life has a way of proving you wrong.

Overworked, underpaid - who isn't? I probably should take a lesson from Ass's current school of sunshine thoughts. (Just that, she, obviously, isn't UNDERpaid...)

Someone! Just interview me! Employ me!

Oh wait, first, I need to send out my applications.

WHICH I DON'T HAVE THE BLOODY TIME TO DO IT!

OK, now you're thinking, I could use my time searching for jobs in ads instead of blogging. Which is, obviously, I should. Now.

Sigh.

Lately, I've been having insomnia. 3 nights, less than 10 hours of sleep. But surprisingly, I've been very awake. And kinda productive at work too. Not like I was very unattentive. I wonder what the hell is wrong with me.

Or is my wish of having a superpower, which is the ability to go without sleep, is being fulfilled? Wa, it is a torture man - struggling while trying to go to sleep. Tossing in bed till you're sore everywhere, especially your back. Your eyes get sore and tired as you squeeze them shut tightly, thinking the darkness will overwhelm you and take you in. How frustrating to know how many hours you have till dawn. And to only get a tad tired at 5 in the morning, when you're supposed to wake up at 7. Slipping in and out of sleep so easily. Gah.

So what the hell, since I'm up now, I might as well put up the dated blogs which I have yet to do so. Though it seems really odd to talk about 2006 Christmas, when I had already blogged about Countdown and 2007.

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Cafe Mochas at Delifrance - how cozy can it get for Christmas? And yes, red and white for me to get into the mood of Christmas.

Ass and Kay got me nice, pretty Christmas presents. Thank you so much girls! Muuuaaaahhh!!! Thank you for putting in so much thought for my presents. :) I so believe that the last 2 Christmases had made me appreciate this year's presents a lot more. Hahaha!


I just want us to exchange Christmas gifts each year till we're all really old. And each year for Ass, I'll probably just buy her Hello Kitty things.

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As for JX and me, we just went for our usual grocery shopping and ate in. Avoid the mad crowd, avoid the high expenses everywhere. It was a simple fare, but it was also very heartwarming. We then watched stupid movies through the night and exchanged our little gifts. It was as simple as it could get. But it's the sort of quiet happiness and contentment that matters the most.

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Goodness, can I finally go to sleep already? 3.30am, and I feel like I just woke up fresh from a deep long slumber. 4th night.

And it goes on................................

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

...from VivoCity's Countdown Party 2007. Don't be misled by our grins and cheerful dispositions. We were in fact, quite bored.

Hm, make it, extremely bored, and restless.

I had a pair of VIP tickets to the countdown party, and why not right? Haven't got any plans, weather's not that great to camp out in East Coast to catch the first sunrise of 2007, food's free, entry's free. Why the hell not?

*Yawn*

We sat at the VIP tent till our butts were sore, and live shows are nothing like those seen on TV. Seriously. The hosts will just get the people around them to act 'happening'. In fact, the crowd could be as dead as the walking zombies in House of the Dead 4, gathering in front of the stage for fresh meat. Singapore is probably the worst country to hold a concert for an aspiring twinkly-eyed starlet. Interacting with such dead crowds which show their appreciation with sheer silence and blank stares, could easily kill any budding star's enthusiasm.

And then there were rehearsals, and they talked nonsense which didn't entertain.

Then the mediacorp artistes started to swamp the VIP tent to get their food and drinks and hugsy-hugsy, air-kissing supposedly mediacorp familiar people. And ah! It's prolly the most interesting part of the entire party. I get to see them in real person. And my, Jaime (pardon my spelling error, I can't differentiate between these two "Jamie/Jaime") Teoh, is surprisingly, very pretty. I don't know if it's her makeup tonight - but she is... ya, surprisingly good-looking. At least, I thought she was pretty much a plain Jane who is a bit "Ah Soh" and irritating because she has a whiney voice. Very undeserving to be a Miss Singapore, I ever thought. But I actually couldn't take my eyes off her - cos I was marvelling about the vast difference of the persona I see on TV and her in real person.

Jessica Liu aka "Ruan Mian Mian", is as pretty as she is on TV - only skinnier. Constance Song looked worse... I mean, better in reel than in real person.

(I took their backsides - cos I don't want them to think I'm taking pictures of them when I did. Hur hur)

I and JX saw JJ Lin earlier in VivoCity before the party and he was actually quite short and plain. He blended so well in the crowd, that no one was even looking at him. Or following him, singing his songs or fainting in his path. (I mean, is he that big? Then what's with the screams and bodyguards at the party?)

JX was very upset that he didn't manage to take a picture with pretty Michelle Chia but when he finally got to her at the end of the party - I had to ruin it (hehe).

It's blurry. Cos it's the wrong mode. Milo Bing seems to be nice chaps - so he grabbed them to take a picture too. :)

Hee. Blurry too. (No time to change mode no time to change)

And........ of all people, Emilee Kang. You know, from Singapore Idol 2?

She didn't seem that nice to me. JX thinks she's prettiest of the Idol 2's contestants - even prettier than Jasmine. (o_o) ...I don't get it.

(I don't take pictures with these 'celebrities' [didn't think Emilee was one] cos I think they're just normal human beings like all of us. Methinks, it's silly to let them think we idolize them because we want to take pictures with them. Like they think they're superior or something, while we're just lowly beings who yearn to be photographed with them. Nope, I won't take pictures with Keanu Reeves if he's at the Countdown too. I would be probably just hyperventilating. Heehee)

OH OH!! I take back my word that the artistes getting up close to us was the best part of the party. Because, I think this is the best.

At his first song, before he even started. He lay there for a while (probably dazed or wondering if he should fake it and said that he fainted momentarily due to stress and excitement) before clambering up, muttering sheepishly that it was very slippery on stage (cos it was drizzling). OK, that's mean of me, but HAHA(!!!) there goes his cool "wassup" image. You can yell yourself hoarse as much as you want, you can rock your head and have your flaying hair looked like a looney's... but I still remember the expression when you fell! I still am laughing now as I replay the scene in my mind. Oooh, bad karma bad karma! (Anyways the unfortunate burly guy is eXe and they 5 guys make up Firebrands, and they're up and coming. Extreme left = my JC friend who turns to a Rock star and is now "Ghost")

And well, finally, at the final countdown, there were big and small balloons flying everywhere, and we were so focused on that, we forgot to look out for fireworks. The main part of the party.

(-_-)

Haiya, I think I'm getting old. Countdown parties aren't supposed to be like this, no? I and JX left shortly after. Didn't feel any upbeat to this party. Not much of a crowd left as well.

The only thing good about the party was the cheesecake (not even the freeflow Carlsberg beer) and the company of JX and (coincidentally) my colleague with her family. But anyhoo...

Happy New Year, everyone. May 2007 be a better year for me and you.

It's almost the end of the year already. Again. Heck, time just gets faster and faster as you grow older. It's Christmas, again, and apart from the dismal Christmas decors in restaurants and shops (and Ass dropping hints to what she wants for her presents), I do not feel the presence of Christmas. What's the point, when you don't have a full month of holidays to boot, like when you're a kid?

It's just another public holiday.

Okay, I'm not a Christian. Shoot me.

I've seen so much ups and downs this year. And I can dare say, this year, is probably the most significant year that has molded the most of me today. Growing up pretty much sucks. I never like changes. But changes are what that make you grow up.

And sometimes, you're forced to grow up and think for yourself.

I'm just really glad - that I have JX and my buddies to see me through this tough patch. I wouldn't know what to do without them...

Thank you, for being there. And hurting with me. There's nothing much that can be done, but I take consolation from the fact that you are all there for me. And tried to cheer me up when i'm down. :)

JX, I don't know what to say - I can't stop saying "Thank you" and "Sorry" to you. Thank you for being there for me, at any time at all; and sorry... for making you worry and so troubled and all the inconveniences that I've brought to you. I'm stronger, because of you. Thank you baby... :')

I'll get over this - it's just another phase. But for all the negative things that can happen, they have showed me the people who really care for me. And for that, I'm blessed to have them with me.

The Irony...

of some absurd advertisements...

Why put a Caucasian to advertise for Asian lashes? Zhang Ziyi's an ambassador for Maybelline, no? Why not her? Cos her lashes too short to advertise for lashes? Cos she's Asian?

The most pain in the world has got to be The Itch.

And the worst place to have any part of your body to itch in the middle of the night is the bottom of your feet. Damn freaking it-chay(!!), and damn difficult to scratch hard enough to satisfy the deep itch. And of course, you need to like wake up to scratch labouriously and furiously at your feet, which effectively drives away every single sleeping bug.

The Itch has come to haunt me...

Stupid dum-dum...

It was JX's 24th birthday yesterday. To me, I think 24 is a big thing. Like, it's 2 full cycles of the lunar cycles. How many cycles can you live till you die? The first being 12, when you hardly remember anything. I remember it being pretty sad. It was always the mid-year exams then. I thought it sucks really to have your birthday sandwiched between examinations. No one can really remember because they're too caught up with their mugging, and you can hardly celebrate, even on your own, because the thought of the need to revise is weighing at the back of your mind. I'm all beyond that anyway, but JX's 24th birthday had to be spent that way.

Sucks...

But it's his last birthday to be spent as a schooler.

And we spent the entire day in Vivocity. A place so near to my workplace. (-_-)

A really huge place with shiny slippery floors, bright colours and overwhelmingly blasting air-conditioners. We had a late lunch at Secret Recipe, hung out for a while in the arcade before moving on to the movies. Death Note. He really liked it - "unbrilliant" he said. "We gotta catch the anime!" ...:)

Glad he enjoyed himself.

Cos, I think it is a day of bad service. I mean, ok, it's not anyone's fault that the kitchen of Secret Recipe has only one chef. The manager probably screwed up by not planning the timetable right. But explanations, dear, explanations. Customers were left hanging in mid air with empty stomachs (though not mine's not, otherwise I would have exploded. A hungry Em is an angry Em.) It's sad to see the manager scurrying around and getting bombarded by impatient, angry customers who circled around her. Anymore barbaric, they would be stoning her and skewing her to barbeque.

Ah well.

And then, we were supposed to watch the 3.30pm movie. Happily (with goosebumps and shivers) entered the Artic-like theatre. To find out that the theatre was almost full, and people sitting in our seats. Upon checking tickets, SHIT, we were given the wrong tickets. 12.30pm show. WTF?

Ok, and we rushed to the ticket counter. And Clarence (I remember you, CLARENCE.) was a farking rude attendant. I was courteous enough - knowing that I could be nasty if I want to, but since he didn't serve me before and it was not his fault (I just want to watch my movie, damn it), well, I thought I tone down. But HEY, he dared to show JX and I his attitude, and even reprimanded us, to check our tickets the next time, "Next time, REMEMBER to CHECK your tickets."

!!!!!!!

WHAT? No apologies, NEVER MIND. You still say all those crap shit when it's also the ticketing fault?? All the customer's fault la?

What sorta attitude is that? I just grabbed the tickets and fumed off. Nothing to say because JX, being the nice guy (probably cos it's his birthday and being in a good mood and unaffected), apologized. Or maybe he knows that if both of us blow up, things will turn nasty.

I can't take it lying down. Is it because that both of us are dressed casual, and we looked just like mere students who can be bullied and reprimanded? I could go like, "Excuse me! Don't make it sound like it's just our FAULT! You look like a temp! I want to see your MANAGER! Your attitude is really bad! I want to COMPLAIN!" I mean, I got a few hours to the next show anyways. I can make good use of that few hours to make your life miserable, bitch.

So, in the end, JX tried cheering me up after we got snubbed by the ticket-boy. (GRR)

And it's not all too bad, we sat at the roof of Vivocity, overlooking the waterbay, seeing Sentosa and the Merlion peeking out of the forestry green.

It's been so long we even did anything like that. Hardly any time. Me - working, him - mugging.

We even played $4.00 worth of arcade games. When was the last time we plonked a token into the slot and fired away at dinosaurs and zombies? I can't remember.

It was his birthday, but I felt so happy too. It's like I celebrate my birthday twice a year. :)

NOTHING goes right. Not even walking to the bus stop. Got my bloody heels stuck in crevices twice in the morning. Once - falling into the gap between the lift and the landing. Like, how narrow is that gap. Damn it…And having constipation, again. Shitting becomes a painful pleasure.

I want a new job for Christmas. Or better, a new boss and better pay. That’ll suffice.

I watched Crossroads last night, reminiscing the better days of Britney Spears. It wasn't too good of reminiscing though. I remember cringing, wincing, and convulsing ultimately as the show goes on with non-stop commercials. I couldn't tear myself away from the tube no matter how turnoff the show was. Weird. It is like some warped connection in me - the more I should have moved away to stop disgusting myself, the more I want to stay put and see how bad it could get. It's a sort of an amusement. It's sad, that I spent my Saturday night raising my goosebumps for a good one and a half hour.

There were bouts of screams and yelps too, with "Oh my god" (because the show meant to say that she was a singer, and a good one to add. And singing her *pause* (and N'Sync's) songs for promotion. And she sounds awfully nasal.) punctuated every now and then through the show. It was really quite fun actually. Nacho Libre was a goddamn lousy low-budget show, but it surely didn't illicit such feelings from its viewers.

It's quite sad actually, to see Britney-then and comparing her to Britney-now. She wasn't really that hot in the movie, but at least, she's not in "perpetual pighood". Look at her now... (dismal)

Oh my. She serves as a reminder to me to upkeep my looks even when I become a mother. It's really quite sad to see the big slide. She used to be hot and a sex siren, for goodness sake. Actually... it wouldn't be as bad, if she just donned a T-shirt and jeans on her fugly days.

I wonder when is she going to clean up.

I don't feel good at all. Because it is not my day.

It is not my day, because responsibilities have piled on at work, my boss is returning to work tomorrow (which means more work), I felt bullied that everyone comes to me for everything, my shoulders ached like mad, I was really tired and kept zoning out, and my desk was in an entire mess. And I felt let down by a friend - attitude-wise, behavioural-wise.

In fact, towards the end, I was damn pissed.

Why the hell should I care about anything at all?

"I don't know." "I don't care." Damn it. I should learn to say these things more often. But argh, how to not care??? Isn't there an urge, or a tug inside you, to want to care? Something called responsibility? Oh ya. I doubt these people who can utter such words think that they are responsible for anything that goes wrong.

Or, people just get jaded. Because, they have went through this too. Again and again. And then, ultimately, there isn't just any point in getting upset. You end up, saying "I don't know." "I don't care.", just like the people you despise. Becoming one of those people you rant about during lunch hours to your close colleagues. I needn't learn it?

I need my sleep.

They say that a working life changes a person? I know why now. It's happening to me as well.

When my buddy told me that she has accidentally rebonded her hair, I was... appalled that she did so. But seriously, it's not at all impossible. I had, to my dismay, had encountered such situations before. Hair change disasters.

And I thought, "Oh no. Rebonded hair. On Kay's head. When she has such beautiful, full, wavy hair before!"

I did seriously think that it's going to be quite horrible. Picturing Kay with stiff rod-like hair sticking out of her poor head and all. Stiff hay that stuck out at her head behind her should there be any gust of wind.

Rebonded hair, is the hairstyle that I absolutely abhor. Linking the hairstyle to ah-lians with sharp-end combs sticking out of their pockets, and Fann Wong, isn't really that all good.

And worse still, if you have natural curly hair. And that's why... I really wonder how awful can Kay look with her new hairdo.

But surprisingly, it looks good!

At least the hairdresser didn't fry your hair, Kay. You look nice and er, femininely sexy? Like an indian ah-lian. Which I think is not that at all fugly.

But I suggest that you start saving up some money and do something about the curly roots once they start to show. Fry them if you have to. At least they'll look consistently fried.

Straight-then-curly hair: Acceptable.
Curly-then-straight hair: Unacceptable, not even if you're Christina Aguilera on her wildest days. Period.

Oh no. Ashlee Simpson is getting prettier than her more popular sister. After her nose job.

Or rather, Jessica is getting uglier. And somewhat, ghostly. But again, I never really thought of her as being pretty. She's square-faced and pouts too much, and her eyes looked.. stunned.

Not stunning.

Ah whatever.

I have been groaning the entire day today. So much that I want to slap myself.

"Go HOME!", a little voice in me screeched.

"You just took 2 days' leave last week, remember? And you have so much things to dooooooooooo...................." ...this overpowering voice drowned the little one.

I want to listen to the little voice though. :(

Wehh wehh wehhhhhhhhhhh...

Anyways, friends who are concerned about me after my second dreaded treatment for my back problem - I'm fine. Just bruised on the right of my body - but I was not disfigured. :) Everything's not so bad actually. Not as bad as the first time, cos prolly I didn't expect it the first time round? But this time, they whacked me with a plastic shaped bone cushioned with pink furry cover. Oh, and I was supposed to just grit it as they beat the rhythm out of me.

Don't have orh cheh 才怪.

They even pressed hard into the side of my right boob like they're going to break my rib bone. But yah, I got over that.

It's still rather manageable actually, save for the few times I yelped and screeched for my life as I writhed like a snake on the massage bed.

Really.

Yes, that is my sister - someone whom I can totally hate to the core that I can tear and scream the whole house down, but yet, someone I can hold (somewhat) close to my heart. Afterall, we'd grown up together. And afterall, she can be quite nice, at times.

Don't grow too accustomed to her nice cutesy ways though. (Ya, she can look harmless in that picture - ruffled curls on the side of her head, thick bangs, toothy grin and a cocked-to-the-side head. Wait till she reincarnates to be your sister.)

She can mew piteously on her bed like an abandoned cat sometimes. (I do that too but less often, so it shouldn't be too eccentric.) And then, she'll ask me to "sayang" her. But can suddenly beat me. If she's a cat, she's a crazy one which hasn't got hooked up with any tabby cats after howling a few weeks into mating season.

And then, she'll suddenly turn around to be a cute kitty, purring under her breath, snuggling under her covers.

If you ask me? It's 2 cat spirits at work.

Things are looking up for the both of us - weirdly. I never thought that things could return to how things were used to be. But I remember. Her demonic ways.

But I'm no angel either.

But she greets me cheerfully now when I return home from work every night, which is something I have to get used to. Or maybe better not. If nasty her surfaces, at least I won't be too surprised.

One thing that touched me though - she bugged me for this picture when we first took it last Saturday. And when I finally sent it over, she popped it straight up as her MSN picture, with her nick's message as "With Sis at last". Something tugged at my chest when I saw that.

She's alright, actually - while she's mewing away; till she starts snarling.

My new 'do!

Eh heh heh. Back to my secondary school days. Kay & Ass, do I still look as young and innocent then? Hm???

Never mind if I don't.

But anyways, I and JX went to Pulau Ubin over Sunday and Monday.

Taking a 20-25 minutes ferry ride, we entertained ourselves with the camera. And, we discovered JX has an innate ability - similar to Xiaxue's. The pictures speak for themselves -

We mainly just cycled our way around the teeny island, feeding the mosquitos, while laughing breathlessly at ourselves as we shifted our butts left and right on the bike seats while we cycled up steep slopes.

Needless to say, our butts hurt.

And we definitely lacked the stamina compared to a year back. In no time, we were cycling towards the coconut stalls. Ahh. Cold quenching coconut drink - with silken soft translucent white meat. Darn, salivating as I typed this out.

Yes, we are that greedy. Each of us had 4 - it was a trip on tight budget and we can only have coconuts on this island. Although we felt like puking at the end of it all.

Ahh.. The fleshy white meat! So smooth that I can scoop it up in one swoop! Yum!

I don't really like swamps. They're murky and dark and scary. And Pulau Ubin has swamps everywhere. But, lo and behold - a quarry. A man-made feature, but something that I can imagine some Chinese Wushu heros flying around and bouncing off the walls. Oh ya, it's beautiful. Look:

Oops, you can't see the vertical walls surrounding the quarry but it looks outta Singapore atleast. And actually, we kinda trespassed into it. We went through some hole in the fence and trekked up some mini paths while dodging weird and dangerous looking leaves.

In no time, the stay at Pulau Ubin is over - and everything's back in place. Mundane lifestyle, paper work day in day out. Looking forward to lunches, and then looking foward to getting off work... It's sad, isn't it?

Ahh... I can't wait for the next holiday!!!