Let's start from the last few days of my sojourn in hot, humid Singapore. There was far too much walking in sandals. In case you don't know, sandals don't give full support for the feet, so your feet will Hurt if you try to walk long distances. And that was exactly what I did.
The story begins on Thursday. I met up with LL and Azeena for lunch and a bit of hot kinky sex at her house. Alright, just kidding. The reality was much more mundane and uninteresting. The kinkiest thing that happened was me grabbing Azeena by the waist to freak her out and her confessing her fetish for men in Air Force uniforms. And LL made a silly comment that she would like to be there when Azeena first holds hands with a guy and when I have my first kiss (because I always close my eyes during kissing scenes at the movies). I replied, " Yes, of course you can be there. In fact, you can see it now!" And I grabbed her face and leaned in for a passionate smooch... which resulted in her screaming and running away. Hee Hee.
After we left Azeena's house, we met up with XY for a picnic dinner by the Singapore River.
Pretty scenery
Nice food. (This was only a tiny fraction of the mountain we consumed)
Good friends
LL told XY about how she would like to be there when I got my first kiss. Naturally, this led to me chasing the both of them around the place for a kiss. XY somehow kicked up a wooden plank and it was very lucky that she didn't trip on it and fall into the river. We decided to stop running around to the relief of the uncle who was trying to fish nearby.
The amazing puking fictional "icon" of Singapore:
Puke
Puke
Puke
We did some guy-watching too. LL was her usual perverted self and displayed the full extent of her forearm and calves fetish. Unsurprisingly, XY only found guys resembling a certain *ahem*ahem* appealing. And, also as usual, non of them appealed to me.
Then, XY had to go home because her application to stay out all night had been rejected, case closed, no appeal.
LL and I met up the Jun at Suntec City around 11pm and started walking eastwards. We arrived at East Coast Beach about 3 hours later and stopped at Macs to rest. The whole place was bloody crowded because the next day, Good Friday, was a public holiday. Disappointingly, the sky was cloudy and we couldn't do stargazing as planned. So we walked the short distance to Jun's house to crash for 2 hours. Our feet were aching because we were all wearing sandals.
To my intense admiration, LL's leg hair has become curly since we last compared leg hair. She said that the secret is not to comb it. I have decided to try it out, failing which mini curling irons seem to be the only way to achieve the "look".
LL and I slept on the floor. As soon as Jun switched off the lights, we realised that we had come to the right place for astronomy. Yeah baby! Her ceiling was glowing with a million glow-in-the-dark stars!
2 hours later, three sleepy jokers got up and walked to the beach again. Panda was the look of the day.
We reached the beach and started walking in the direction of the part of the sky that was glowing reddish-ly. Jun remarked that she had seen the sunrise from the opposite direction of where we were walking towards. I said, "Weird ass shit". After about five minutes of walking, Jun turned back and shouted, "I was Right!" Turns out that the reddish glow we had been groggily stumbling towards was the artificial light from the CBD area. Felt stupid but we had the good excuse of not being able to think straight due to lack of sleep.
Our discipline in getting up early after such a long night was rewarded with an invigorating early morning sea breeze and a spectacular sunrise.
Here you can see the breeze. Stylish windswept hair and funky eye bags.
And the sunrise in stages.
On Friday I rested.
On Saturday morning, I met up with Sinny to go to the tree top walk at Mac Ritchie reservoir. Yes, jungle dirt trail walking in the same old sandals. Ouchy. But fun.
It was a nice day and the RJC canoe club was out in force. Sinny thought that the canoe club guys were good-looking.
This is for you LL. An ANT. A BIG ANT. haha...
Me and Miss Hot Babe. This babe can't walk into a bookshop without guys trying to pick her up (Excuse me, you seem to have this aura around you.). And the guys who have seen this picture are all begging me for her number. But don't worry, Sinny. I didn't give it out. You don't answer your phone anyway. Lots of hot sexy babes really like me. I'm a chick magnet! Any desperate guys out there need tips?
Sporty chick strikes a pose atop the tree top walk.
A study in contrasting skin tones
Bimbo and the flower.
We went to watch a movie after the walk. Who cares if we stink up the cinema? It was a very nice day out with a good friend that I don't get to see that often.
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