02 September 2006
Brilliant time at Sentosa yesterday!
Slow, slumbering ride to Harbourfront on 963. Clear skies and sunshine at Palawan Beach. Mat spread out on the sand.
No volleyball, sunbathing, or swimming for us. We read magazines and laugh at the antics of little boys. And Malay boys shrieking gibberish in "Italian", "Spanish", and "Japanese" as they play soccer. Pretty international team we got there.
Chilled out at Coffee Bean. Marvelled at the idea of a team manager without a team. Pondered on the million-dollar question. Scambled around taking shots of the sunset. The best location? In the toilet. I'm sure there's a point to be made there - the most magnificent view of sunset in the humblest of places. But nah, let's not go there.
Night falls as we climbed up the tower. Twinkling lights across. Palm trees took on sinister shapes in the dark. Rats darted around and committed suicide. We fled across the bridge.
Dinner at the hawker centre at Harbourfront bus interchange. Yummy char kway teow, hokkien mee, prawn noodles, and sugarcane juice for all. Cheers!
Headed to the Esplanade where a band was playing. Old rocker ah peks and their wives in the audience. Bobbing their heads to the music, their wives gazing fondly at them. Aww...
To my beloved han zi gongs, I love you both!
Slow, slumbering ride to Harbourfront on 963. Clear skies and sunshine at Palawan Beach. Mat spread out on the sand.
No volleyball, sunbathing, or swimming for us. We read magazines and laugh at the antics of little boys. And Malay boys shrieking gibberish in "Italian", "Spanish", and "Japanese" as they play soccer. Pretty international team we got there.
Chilled out at Coffee Bean. Marvelled at the idea of a team manager without a team. Pondered on the million-dollar question. Scambled around taking shots of the sunset. The best location? In the toilet. I'm sure there's a point to be made there - the most magnificent view of sunset in the humblest of places. But nah, let's not go there.
Night falls as we climbed up the tower. Twinkling lights across. Palm trees took on sinister shapes in the dark. Rats darted around and committed suicide. We fled across the bridge.
Dinner at the hawker centre at Harbourfront bus interchange. Yummy char kway teow, hokkien mee, prawn noodles, and sugarcane juice for all. Cheers!
Headed to the Esplanade where a band was playing. Old rocker ah peks and their wives in the audience. Bobbing their heads to the music, their wives gazing fondly at them. Aww...
To my beloved han zi gongs, I love you both!
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