Sunday, December 7, 2008
hello, old friend.
8:23 AM
okay, so update, as promised.
the holiday: was deloverly.
We didn't do a lot- a typical day would go like this:
1) breakfast
2) read/reread Seventeen magazine/the Faerie Chronicles, scribble in journal
3) gym
4) hang out around gym and socialize
5) suntan/swim/play at being a mermaid
6) massage
7) dinner
The Indigo Pearl was awezome.
The place was originally built on a tin mine, so they incorporated that whole concept in, which I thought was pretty rad. It was different from the Marriott in the sense that it's a great deal more Zen, more avant-garde, and they don't wait on you hand and foot like they do back in the big M. But everyone there was really sweet. Gotta love the Thai people.
our first room. ...the shower room, really.
check out the bathtub- it's, like, OUT of the room.
talk about unprivacy.
over-exposed tub.
(but still v v cool. for honeymooners, i'm guessing?)
we had dinner at the beachfront every night, which was awezome.
city girls and boys hardly get to see a whole lot of the sea, so the change was more than welcome. alfresco dining + darkness + dim candlelight + cool air = a content Cara.
the puppy at Mamma Mia's that everyone went crazy over, except me.
Because I'm a coldhearted bitch like that.
during the course of the holiday, i was
(GASP)
cajoled into playing table tennis.
which is, like, MAAAAJOR because everyone knows that i suck at any and all racket games. not exaggerating, seriously. i went for a tennis camp back then when i was in primary six? and everyone else was bumped up to the intermediate class and i had to stay in the beginners' class with, like, the six year olds and the little people who were still getting a hang of holding the racket.
no kidding
i'm still emotionally scarred.
took walks with Darran to the Beach Club and then along the beach and talked about things like elves and escaping and not quite fitting in and growing up and getting cynical and then mundane things like the weather and ex-lovers.
and all the while Azure Ray plays on repeat:
with every word I live again through the eyes of another
we'll meet at night, wet from the rain
and surprise each other with how we take away the pain
could you be the one to find me safe and sound?
love is how it's lost; not how it's found
and no this is/was hardly Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist
don't get me wrong.
but I guess everyone needs a distraction sometimes
this is/was mine.
...okay enough with the serious stuff.
I digress.
on the third day, we moved out of our room and upgraded to the Captain's Suite.
two levels of hotel room all to ourselves- my inner princess was mollified.
the nautical deco was tres chic- they even had authentic, really old, really worn-looking wooden paddles mounted against the walls and the blue-and-white-stripes were everywhere and it was all very yacht-clubby.
i should've taken the paddles off the wall and smuggled them back to singapore
could've saved njc canoeing/dragonboating a bomb and ttly gotten on Mr Yong's good books
...damn.
oh well.
the tiki head's jealous cuz his hair sucks.
I LOVE THIS PICTURE
SEE I'M, LIKE, A PIXIE
AND THAT'S, LIKE, MY DEWDROP
hurrah hurrah warm fuzzy family picture. <3>
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yesterday, a few hours after we got home from the airport,
i took myself to town and when i was there, i felt so lost amidst the frenzied crowds.
just six days away from the city bustle and when i return, i almost feel like a tourist in my own country. i bet i could stand in the same spot all day and nobody would notice- isn't that a scary thought!
found myself trying to catch the eye of expatriates, of foreign tourists, of strangers,
as if trying to reach out to them, trying to tell them "hey i'm a stranger too, yeah i'm a misfit just like you and like you i have no idea what i'm doing here"
the thing about living in the city is:
you
pause a moment to catch a breath
and the whole world whooshes right past you
leaves you standing knee-deep in yesterdays.
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AFTERCHURCH is hands-down the funnest time ever.
we (kinky six + ellery - moses and aaron) went into the little room with dunkin donuts and shared stories (okay, so that was mostly me, but still) and played Truth Or Dare on Ellery's iTouch.
Ellery's dare: "Make out with an inanimate object in the room for two minutes."
How tame please?! ...But boys being boys, he balked and we spent a good five minutes arguing over what object he should make out with.
deb: "jared's foot"
me: "the donut"
ellery: "...no! no way I'm making out with the friggin' donut!"
manda: (takes out umbrella from her bag) "you can make out with my umbrella"
ellery: "no!"
(takes out lollipop from my bag) "you can make out with the lollipop"
...so he did.
and OMG he totally went the full wayyy. tongue and everything. tsk. scandalous ellery. and the poor lollipop.
Then Manda's next dare was to kiss a part of another player, so we all agreed on her kissing Ellery's lollipop stick (he'd ended making out with it and now had the lollipop in his mouth).
cara: "okay so you make out with the lollipop stick k"
manda: "fine." (turns to ellery, who is still sucking on the lollipop)
"...take out your stick!"
I SWEAR
we all almost asphyxiated ourselves laughing.
Manda, you ditzzzzzzzzzz. Such (unintended, I know you were innocent, but shh) innuendo tsk. And in, of all places- church! Under a holy roof! Oh you dirrrrty thang you.
Snuck subway into the cinema and watched NICK AND NORAH'S INFINITE PLAYLIST with Deb and Manda XXX
Manda doesn't think Kat Jennings (the Norah girl, for the uninitiated) is pretty but I think she's beautiful.
So yeah she's far from stick thin and she's actually really curvy and she's not exactly what you'd call pretty, but she's got something else.
...i like beauty like that.
it doesn't just smile blankly at you from the glossy pages; it kinda creeps up on you- sneakily curls tendrils into your eyes and mouth and under your skin and parallel to each little protruding blue vein
...beauty like that makes you think.
and that's what i like.
then we huddled in a corner of kino and spread ourselves out with Cosmogirl and Dolly and Girlfriend and US Weekly and I found my Breakfast At Tiffany's and we spent a good half hour browsing through the party looks ("red (lips!), she said) and planning for our new years party hurrah.
i can't wait(!)
once tuesday comessss then it'll be IGGY all the way till the 20th
and then the parties kick off from there.
i need new clothes
i need a new closet
i need, like, a new sponsor
any volunteers?
j'adore our party theme(?): puttin' on the ritz;
cue soft lighting glinting off flutes of champagne, frank sinatra singing "let it snow, let it snow, let it snow" in the background, deep scarlet swaths and poinsetta bouquets and mistletoe (synthetic, not real, because as much as we love each other, none of us have any burning desire to kiss each other), warm eyes and warmer laughter and berry-bright cheeks, dessert at 2AM and the bubbly flowing all night long and the friends flushed and breathless beside you and
this,
sweetheart,
will be living.
can't wait
oh calendar girl,
do your dance
