[ 05122003 1.42am | reminiscing ]

just thinking back to my holiday in bali in july... gosh that place is heaven. the surf is fantastic, the beach is really gradual see, and the surf breaks real far out. so by the time it reaches where you are, its just lapping at your feet... like a lake. out there, about 40m out, the surf breaks. nice and hard. you can break your eardrum if you face it in the wrong direction. gorgeous.
and the weather is beauitful... sunny enough to tan, cool enough not to sweat like a pig. in the cool season that is. the water's really nice and cold too...
when the surf rolls over and is about to break... the evening sun shining through at an angle... you can see shadowy shapes of fish at the crest... its damn funny. they are all swimming in a downwards direction...

sigh... i really miss that place...

surfing was great there too... i'll never forget that man. i dont think shen will either... love the speed, the feeling of it all... the instability, fighting it... the adrenaline rush. the pain. the salt. every bit of it.

sounds like sailing eh? maybe what i need is not the sport but to be able to be out at sea... or on a beach with good surf. and great weather.

i tell you. sentosa falls short. so short. i'm gonna dream of bali for years to come i tell you.
o, did i mention. the sand is black. and as fine as flour. sensational.

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anyway, back to the wedding nonsense.

yupz, so the choir leaves without helping to clear up. so the receptionists are late once again. this time, for the dinner itself. so, all the people there are angry and they are sitting wherever they please. most of them dont have much discretion, so they dont think about hierarchy and about proportion. meaning, they just sit all over the vip tables and they dont look to see whether theres an equal proportion of the brides side and the grooms side sitting in the central area. like... great. so i as receptionist has to panic until my hair falls off and try to clear some tables without causing a mess. doesnt help that the people around arent very... well... capable.

the restaurant didnt do that great a job either. but cant really blame them. they were supposed to serve cocktails next to the river, but, there was busking going on, so everyone just stood around the tables and talked... and were bored. so. great. the extra time was crucial.

families are supposed to be understanding. somehow, they can turn out to be the biggest pain and the largest nuisance around. excuese me for saying this in case any of my family members read this. but i'm just being honest from my own immature naive view. the worst part of my night would consist of a permanent black face cos if the wrong hierarchial seating and a yelling fella offending all the helpers. if you read this and you happen to know its you, then, too bad. i'dve loved to yell it in your face, but i refused to spoil the night for my sister.
actually, would you prefer a family where everyone just hecks and just leaves without telling the vips that they are going? or one where they are overbearing and fixated with certain issues? i cant decide which one is worse... but at least the one that bothers actually cares...

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post wedding, we went to zouk. not all of us. but it was so mother crowded, the queue was so mother long, that we got pissed off and went in search of alternative entertainment. went to cine, but the 24hr cinema was closed. great. so why call it 24hrs then. and wound up playing pool. in clubbing clothes. excellent eh!