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Saturday, March 28, 2009

now that ive felt it once again, i finally understood why i had a thing for Sentosa way back then.

as weird as this may sound, i enjoy the feeling of playing under the sun and being 'cooked' by it. (but not too extreme of cos) then, only to find myself returning home with a random tan which can heng heng be nice or sway sway be just labelled as, black.

only thing i dislike is the really chaota part on the shoulders which inflict pain on your skin when touched. now that, sucks.

STILL, as much as i hate the chaota part, the pros far outweigh the cons.

this time, frisbee aside. we shall have our own ball competition :) hahaha k this sounds damn sick but no i dont mean it THAT way.

OH BUT HAHAHAHAHA which reminds me!! darling, round ball, not flat ah.

hahaha k now pardon the sickness.


11:18 PM