War & Peace
I reached the zenith of tranquility at three separate points during our 3 day escapade from Real Life (to Sentosa Spa & Resort) during which I yelped excitedly (and cheese-ily) to Best Friend: This is it!!! I feel at peace!!! It’s quite amazing, considering I found serenity rather boring most of the time, and thus despite it being usually lost to me and on me, the absence strikes as a good thing when I bother to reflect on its apparent non-existence (which is hardly because more often than not, I stress myself and everyone else out trying to lead an exciting and therefore fulfilling life even if the logic of one leading the other is obviously missing). The serendipitous findings made me surprisingly happy, and I’m only beginning to appreciate that a placid period (though hopefully still not of overdrawn mediocrity and normalcy) has its strange draws.
The calming revelation happened once when I was dining with Best Friend at The Cliff on the first day. Never mind that The Cliff was not as grand as the names suggests, or that I have tasted much better European cuisine at Il Divo and even Ember. Just reclining on the couch and chatting about the inconsequential and non sequitur while overlooking at the sunset and the ships in the horizon made me very contented. This level of bliss hit optimal level when night fell.
After an hour of Swedish massage and countless cups of raspberry tea and opening up our pores in the indoor hot Jacuzzi on the second day, Best Friend decided she had to tan by the pool. I became the modern day equivalent of Sun Wu Kong in his Shui Lian Dong by devising an ingenious way to stay out of the sun while being in the pool. I dragged the floating mattress into the concave section of the man-made waterfalls and parked myself there for a good half an hour. Relaxing in the pool, away from the sun, watching the water cascading down fro inside the cave while thinking about nothing in general, I attained another state of Nirvana.
The second night was spent looking (frantically so) for clubbing attire in Vivocity before we were to enter Dragonfly. I was really under-clad (and not the clubbing kind of under-clad either) while Best Friend was under the ludicrous illusion she’s just as underdressed (she's so not, can). We spiffed ourselves up by buying a white jacket (which I can wear to work and play) and gray ragamuffin cap respectively for instant not-so-cheap chic at River Island. Dragonfly was all right, but I thought the 45 min break in between sets were way too long. Lovely was the fact it was Ladies Night which we didn’t know and were already prepared to pay to get in. So hey, free entry and two drinks each. In any case, we reached the place at 8pm and left by 10pm which meant we were in time to catch the free shuttle back to the hotel. It was so cool not to worry about or do anything (referring in particular to not having to jostle for cabs and not working the day after so no self-imposed curfew and home being 15 min drive away) and live for the frivolous moment that I had another shattering orgasm by courtesy of this creature called peace. 此时此刻，我确实与世无争。
I’m happy! Waking up two mornings in a row to go for leisurely strolls along the beach, spying insects and peacocks and birds, making inane breakfast chatter, sharing the bathroom with Best Friend and pottering away at the face, the hair together, it feels good, and it feels right. Defying all reason, I learn over the weekend it doesn’t take much to experience peace and happiness. Well, maybe a little money and time to invest in the harvesting.
Me making a face upon seeing Best Friend's super slender frame which you can catch a teasing glimpse of through the reflection from my shades. Oh! The cruel ironies of life! No photos of us together will be shown on this blog until I get thinner or Best Friend gets fatter. I look ridiculously bad next to her.
Presenting the Best Friend in a first ever photo appearance on this blog. She says cheerily: Ha! I'm flipping through the menu and I am slim! I can eat! Urgh.
Okay okay. You win but I have lovely wavy hair. Whatever.
My oasis of serenity can be found here. I'm peace-loving after all, damn.
Despite all precautions, still freckled and chao-da. Ahhhhhh. I saw new freckles. Kid you not.
Other things to look forward to:
1. The Phantom of the Opera (Invite)
2. Ukulele concert (Invite)
3. 251 (self-funded)
4. The Swimming Instructor (self-funded)
5. Grasshopper concert (status unknown)
I'm ready to face The World & Real Life again.
The calming revelation happened once when I was dining with Best Friend at The Cliff on the first day. Never mind that The Cliff was not as grand as the names suggests, or that I have tasted much better European cuisine at Il Divo and even Ember. Just reclining on the couch and chatting about the inconsequential and non sequitur while overlooking at the sunset and the ships in the horizon made me very contented. This level of bliss hit optimal level when night fell.
After an hour of Swedish massage and countless cups of raspberry tea and opening up our pores in the indoor hot Jacuzzi on the second day, Best Friend decided she had to tan by the pool. I became the modern day equivalent of Sun Wu Kong in his Shui Lian Dong by devising an ingenious way to stay out of the sun while being in the pool. I dragged the floating mattress into the concave section of the man-made waterfalls and parked myself there for a good half an hour. Relaxing in the pool, away from the sun, watching the water cascading down fro inside the cave while thinking about nothing in general, I attained another state of Nirvana.
The second night was spent looking (frantically so) for clubbing attire in Vivocity before we were to enter Dragonfly. I was really under-clad (and not the clubbing kind of under-clad either) while Best Friend was under the ludicrous illusion she’s just as underdressed (she's so not, can). We spiffed ourselves up by buying a white jacket (which I can wear to work and play) and gray ragamuffin cap respectively for instant not-so-cheap chic at River Island. Dragonfly was all right, but I thought the 45 min break in between sets were way too long. Lovely was the fact it was Ladies Night which we didn’t know and were already prepared to pay to get in. So hey, free entry and two drinks each. In any case, we reached the place at 8pm and left by 10pm which meant we were in time to catch the free shuttle back to the hotel. It was so cool not to worry about or do anything (referring in particular to not having to jostle for cabs and not working the day after so no self-imposed curfew and home being 15 min drive away) and live for the frivolous moment that I had another shattering orgasm by courtesy of this creature called peace. 此时此刻，我确实与世无争。
I’m happy! Waking up two mornings in a row to go for leisurely strolls along the beach, spying insects and peacocks and birds, making inane breakfast chatter, sharing the bathroom with Best Friend and pottering away at the face, the hair together, it feels good, and it feels right. Defying all reason, I learn over the weekend it doesn’t take much to experience peace and happiness. Well, maybe a little money and time to invest in the harvesting.
Me making a face upon seeing Best Friend's super slender frame which you can catch a teasing glimpse of through the reflection from my shades. Oh! The cruel ironies of life! No photos of us together will be shown on this blog until I get thinner or Best Friend gets fatter. I look ridiculously bad next to her.
Presenting the Best Friend in a first ever photo appearance on this blog. She says cheerily: Ha! I'm flipping through the menu and I am slim! I can eat! Urgh.
Okay okay. You win but I have lovely wavy hair. Whatever.
My oasis of serenity can be found here. I'm peace-loving after all, damn.
Despite all precautions, still freckled and chao-da. Ahhhhhh. I saw new freckles. Kid you not.
Other things to look forward to:
1. The Phantom of the Opera (Invite)
2. Ukulele concert (Invite)
3. 251 (self-funded)
4. The Swimming Instructor (self-funded)
5. Grasshopper concert (status unknown)
I'm ready to face The World & Real Life again.
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