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Saturday, 5 January 2008

A Day at Sentosa

We have survived to live for another day! Despite being dragged down, soaked wet, drenched cold, torn apart, and stomped hard by the mercilessly rain (and I'm exaggerating just a tiny winy bit), it was a fun day! The part about the rain was right, though, it was raining really hard this afternoon in the middle of our adventure in Sentosa and we were practically bathing in the water filled with dirt and I don't wanna know what else. No, really, I don't. It was traumatic enough.

I'm not complaining, really! It's just..it would have been perfect if it hadn't been raining..fine, I'm complaining but this is just so typical! We actually planned to go to Sentosa yesterday but it was cloudy so we postponed it to today in fear of rain but of course! it ended up not raining yesterday and today, you ask? It just couldn't get any wetter than this! The universe might not revolve around us but I swear it feels damn like it sometimes!

We woke up at 8 because the movie was supposed to be at 11 and we were nothing but punctual! Hey, I am totally punctual, mind you. When we got there to Tiong Bahru, it was still too early and the ticketing office hasn't even opened yet so we settled for brunch at Long John first. Well, it's not like I'm a bad sister for just feeding them fast food but cousins have never heard of Long John right until today so they wanted to give it a try. We had the breakfast set: french toast, egg cheese, bacon and fish sandwiches. Respectively, not for me only! Geez!

Afterwards...movie time! Snap some pictures inside the theater. I was once scolded for posing in front of a movie poster at Cinelasuire as if I was trying to steal a child or something. What, violation of copyright? If that's the case, then I'm deeply sorry personally to Alvin and The Chipmunks.

The Golden Compass was great, as expected. There were only a few people inside the theater so I could lift my legs up as I liked without being scrutinized for having smelly feet. Ha!

When we first got to Harbor Front it still looked promisingly sunny. We took cable car to Sentosa and enthusiastically bought tickets for the luge! Romi was so confident he could beat us all up but cockiness is dangerous, my dear! He hit the corner of the lane and his 'vehicle' fell to the side, following soon enough was an evil mocking laugh and shoutings from..um..me,..really????! My voice seemed like a blade in the serenity of the park....*sound of cricket* What is wrong with the people?! It was supposed to be fun and noisy! Yet I was the only one yelling 'Romi!!!! You fell! You fell!! I win! I win! I win! I wiiiiiinnnnn!!!!!!!'

I was already in near euphoria right until I was reminded that I just beat a 12-year-old boy in a less than 3-minutes game. Afterwards I just felt embarrassed. At least I had my moments.

Dwiki manuveuring his luge in the finishe line.

Walking to the skytrain which would take us back up from the luge's finish area. As far as I know, he only has one facial expression. We called him Jay Chou. Duh.

A skytrain, a 4-D simulation and a whole lot of drenching and soaking in rain later, it was becoming all too clear that we wouldn't be able to go to the beach and do some kayaking as planned, and besides it was already almost dinner time so we took the cable car back and had fabulous dinner at Marche.

with Vivo as the background.

Big dinner.

So we all seemed happy but it's already 2 in the morning now and I can't be happier from looking at the boys sleeping peacefully! I'm beat, really, and tomorrow we have another sets of plan lining up so I'm hitting the sack soon. I've been having a really bad flu since three days ago so I need to grab a bite and take some medicine now.

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Quotes

There's a hundred million different ways of writing, and it takes you a long time to sort through that stuff. And I think it takes anyone a long time to find a voice.

You must learn to take the good with the bad, the happy with the sad, love what you’ve got and remember what you had. Learn to forgive, but never forget, learn from your mistakes but never regret. People change and things go wrong, but you just have to remember that life goes on.

The day before I’m supposed to be meeting Caroline for a drink, I develop all the textbook symptoms of a crush: nervous stomach, long periods spent daydreaming, an inability to remember what she looks like. I can bring back the dress and the boots, and I can see her bangs, but her face is a blank.

I don't know, I think that if I could just accept the fact that my life is supposed to be difficult. You know, that's what to be expected, then I might not get so pissed-off about it and I'll just be glad when something nice happens.

I can see now I never really committed to Laura. I always had one foot out the door, and that prevented me from doing a lot of things, like thinking about my future and... I guess it made more sense to commit to nothing, keep my options open. And that's suicide. By tiny, tiny increments.

There's a big fucking world out there. It's messy, and it's chaotic, and it's never, never ever the thing you'd expect. It is ok to be scared, but you cannot allow your fears to turn you into an asshole, not when it comes to the people that love you, the people that need you.

Maybe what I'm saying is, is the world might be evolving the way a person evolves. Right? Like, I mean, me for example. Am I getting worse? Am I improving? I don't know. When I was younger, I was healthier, but I was, uh, whacked with insecurity, you know? Now I'm older and my problems are deeper, but I'm more equipped to handle them.

I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough.

Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous.

A woman needs to be held, even, and science has shown this, if its with someone she doesn't care about. Protective hormones are released, and the amount of hormones released depends on the degree to which she is held. The first and best is the complete surround. He wraps you in both arms, whispers how beautiful you are. Second best is the 'arm around.' He is next to you but with one arm around you. Third is he's just next to you on his elbow, but he rests his hand on your stomach and looks at you. Fourth is you snuggling up to him with your head on his chest, while he looks away into space. But when the first best happens, you feel completely, wonderfully like a woman.

So, so what, so fuck off, go home, leave you alone? I'll tell you something Paul, there isn't anything that I've wanted for eighteen years, cause I was a kid eighteen years ago. And if I did still want the same things I'd think I'd gone wrong somewhere, because actually I don't want to marry David Cassidy, I don't want bigger tits, I don't want to do better on my marks. I've stopped worrying about that kind of thing and maybe you should try.

Well maybe there's a big bit of you that's gone missing somewhere, maybe everyone should want something they've always wanted.

Why is it that adults aren't supposed to go mad about anything? You gotta keep a lid on it. And if you don't then people are apparently entitled to say what they like. "You haven't grown up. You're a moron. Your conversation is trivial and boorish. You can't express your emotional needs. You can't relate to your children." And you die, lonely and miserable. But you know, what the hell, every cloud has a silver lining.

I just woke up one morning and didn't feel the same way. Where did it go? It was like there had been a lot of food on a plate in front of us, and we ate it all really quickly, and then there was nothing left. Maybe that's how couples stay together: they're not greedy. They know that what they have in front of them has to last a long time, so they kind of pick at it. I hope it's not like that, though. I hope that when people are happy together, it feels as though someone keeps piling seconds and thirds on their plates.

That is what I have learned: Sex is destructive. Love is nothing to be fooled with. I learned that I was dangerous, not to be trusted. I wondered if my parents were right, with all of their stiff lovelessness. Maybe they knew better. My parents don't dole out love for the deserving or the undeserving. I was learning that love could cost me.

You could say all you liked about reason and logic and common sense and imagination, but when the chips were down, the one skill you needed was the ability to think about absolutely nothing whatsoever.

There is a comfort in never making an effort, but it's a lonely comfort. What keeps you going is the knowledge that you're only playing with only four cards showing. But when you see other people succeeding with their mediocre hands, you have to make a decision. If you turn over that final card you're certain of victory, but it also means you have nothing in reserve.

I’d gone through life believing in the strength and competence of others; never in my own. Now, dazzled, I discovered that my capacities were real. It was like finding a fortune in the lining of an old coat.

Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as mere consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over-heels happy, and those states are difficult to achieve within a stable, solid relationship.