28th - 29th November 2005

Island life! Love it!... Just returned recently from my ever first Chalet, in Sentosa. The room (singular) we rented for nett $127 could easily contain the 20++ of us (minus furniture) who were there for the sleepover. As i would, i wandered the beaches, checking things out and eventually hired a two-wheeler to aid the arduous task of me having to walk. For 5 moolas per hour we, a friend and i, explored renovation sites, abondened WWII buildings, white elephant villas and greenery... The best of what it had to offer... I had fun nevertheless, cracking cold and lame jokes and whining about every flawfull sights and experiences.

Then came evening. The supposed highlight of every group scale sleepover non-other than the dinner. Barbequeue is the cheemest term humas can come up with when heating cooked and uncooked animal meat over a metal grill. Our cook was great i admit it, food was so good it ran out faster than i could imagine. With elongated toothpicks and a metal thong, magic was whipped up within minutes and gone within seconds. Godlike i dare say, almost like feeding the thousands with a loaf of bread topped with vegemite. I wasn't feeling right during the ten course meal, apparently i grew an allergy for the incomplete combustion and minute carbon particles that gracefully tickled my nasal cavity. So i went down to the beach for a little stroll to, again, check things out.

By the time i returned, a staff (i shall not mention names for the democratic system in the smallest and prosperous country in the world prohibits me to) from my PREVIOUS SCHOOL, i'm glad to say, arrived. We had a hearty chat about futurestic stuff, snapped some photos for rememberance purposes. Then a breakthrough suggestion came from one of the girls. A suggestion to watch a MuSiCaL fOuNtAiN show live in action!!!. Yup, i was game and left with 4 other girls plus the teacher. Took a shuttle bus and strolled through the crowded pathway along artificial fountains with energy efficient lights glimmering through the purposefully unlit pavements until we finally reached the MuSiCaL fOuNtAiN. Seen it before but didn't mind a second glance. Facinating water sprays and laser dos finished with fireballs through the dark night sky. OOh AAh!!! everybody went, while i sat there playing a game on my mobile phone (i manage to advance to the second level after a year of try hard luck =D *grin*). *clap-clap*.

After seeing my teacher off, there were 5 of us left. 4 gals and a guy to be specific. They were seemingly keen on doing a night trail with me as a guide. Armed with my iron biceps i gladly refused, at first. But then i thought of the facinating chills i could send down their spine through the pitch dark and devirginified forest. So we started walking through never used before routes majority of which were brightly lit with lamp posts. I suggested the abondened WWII building and after crawling through much of the forest floor, we arrived there. Dark and spooky but i knew i needn't be afraid for i wore sandles tightly secured round my ankles. Should there be a cry for help by one or EVEN non of us, i'm sure my trusty sandles will serve me well. I had fun scaring and telling them about the importance of walking in a straight line instead of a row cos' the probability of the people at the sides getting touched by something unknown is higher or why when walking in a row, it's bad being the last cos' if something happens to you the peeps infront won't know and stuff like that. Oh yeah, it's great being the guide =). Upon returning, we popped in at 7-11 along the beach after walking barefoot on the beach with soothing and cooling sand carassing the thick cornified layer of the under sole. So relaxing.


I was pretty much jaded by the time i returned to the chalet. A few of us watched Chucky 4 and it was very much a sick show. I couldn't stand it no more so i slept till morning...

Woke up, groggy as ever and the climate in the room was friggin' cold. Gladly, i wore my AdIdAs windbreaker and made my way down to the reception area for a good morning movie called "Channel News Asia" and headlines were "Chain's Benzene spill felt in artic areas". So much for a good start to a morning. Anyway, the windbreaker i wore started to implement it's purposeful effect on my body temperature. On top of that, i had to breakwind (it's a morning thing) against the morning breeze. I had my silencer on so it wasn't much of a disturbance to the sloppy wakers. The room i slept in earlier was soon crowded. I skipped breakfast and only gulped a can of soda (which had enough enegry content to last me the whole afternoon) and made my way down to the beach with a few others for a session of rollerblading. Tedious i tell you. The aches and pains endured my my high arched feet wasn't a glamourous feel. I'm not sure how the others felt but i'm certain their experience was on par to mine =). Bladed till noon and by that time, we had to say bye bye sentosa and head for mainland. We shuttled ourselves out and slept through a one hour bus ride journey back to woodlands. So much fun i tell you. Pretty much darn exhausted after it.