Sand. Sun. Sweat.

11Jun07

Yesterday’s trip to Sentosa was such a deja vu. Remember the Sentosa girls? Well, despite yesterday starting with buying chicken rice at the exact same store, lightning sure doesn’t strike twice. At least not at the same place. Maybe next time we shall go East Coast, guys.

This time round I was with my soccer team. Not everyone turned up though but somehow we managed to gather 7 people around. We had this intention of playing beach soccer but the clock strike 1 when we settled down and that’s when the sun burns the beach. And thus our soles. And thus our desire to play.

And to burn here means to kill.

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We are really a bunch of crappy and nonsensical players with

10% luck,
20% skill,
15% concentrated power of will,
5% pleasure,
50% pain,
And 100% reason to remember our name!

So we camwhored! From a Nike-ads-tak-menjadi to random gay shots (click on Haikal’s blog to view more of these)… the sun still was blazing upon us!

See Haikal (extreme right) in this picture? He turned from a honey-glazed chicken to a black pepper one in less than one hour! Wow! A chef’s dream dish especially when it comes to a fussy customer. I didn’t make this up, Haikal said it myself.

And Jiahong (centre)… he doesn’t tan. Or rather, he doesn’t get tanned. He turns into a lobster. A washboard lobster if you prefer it served that way. So ladies, do you prefer whipped cream or chocolate as his toppings?

And finally! like seriously finally! We did what was to be the main purpose of this whole outing. It was quite shiok ah to play on sand except when you get cuts lah! That’s when you can’t run or walk properly, and the sand just keeps biting into your wound. Ouch!

Then there was this stranger who approached us and asked if he can join in the ball of time. Pun intended. I really thought he was drunk ’cause he reeked! And his redness, I swear, is not ’cause he tanned. But he turned out to be a jovial and I-just-wanna-have-some-fun guy. Thank goodness!

Then came deja vu:Part 2. We played soccer with this group of Malays, or rather Mats… except that their team didn’t comprise of guys only. In fact there were 3 girls playing in their team.

It’s not that I don’t like adhering to Rule #45 of How To Be A Gentleman: Don’t attempt to tackle or touch girls in a ball game even if they kick your ball. In a moment of egoistic-ness of a guy, just smile and say “I’m okay.” I just don’t know how to react when a girl come into close contact with you and you can do nothing but to tryyyyy to keep your hands (and body) away.

Sheesh. The other time was Messa, Ain, Fatz, Hana and Shix. This time round… I don’t know their names. And I don’t even care!

The funny thing is we bumped into one of the girls in the train on our way home! That’s like a few hours after we last met lah! Coincidence plays a funny game, don’t you think so?

Dinner was at LJS where service was at its worst. To close a counter, and shoo away customers queuing up at the lane at the same time, is a big no-no for F&B no matter how short-handed you are. Especially during peak hours. Damn you LJS@Vivocity.

Mr Andrew Yeo was so damn hungry that he ordered a 8 piece chicken and fish set. And I’m talking about a 28″ waist size guy. Andrew really remind me of Jughead Jones. He can eat and eat and eat, and he doesn’t grow vertically horizontally. High metabolism rocks so damn hard lah!

And I got a sports-bra tan.

My eyes are clean now after yesterday’s thorough washing!

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