let lemons be angry

Brown is the colour of memories.

And so I am the colour of my memories. I simply cannot get myself out of the holiday mode. It's been three days of doing nothing but lying beside water. I'd dreamt of doing that since I was studying for my A's, and it never happened till this week. I had plenty of time to memorise songs by listening to them too many times, and i had plenty of semi-nude bodies to sketch (with my shades on so no one knew i was looking at them). Quite plainly, bintan is the place i let go of everything. No mirrors, no kohl, no replying of messages, no computer, no heels, no gloss, no rush. I could live like that forever, as long as there is a beach just down the road and all my people in huts on the same island. I must tell Amelia how I lived without my discreet vanity phone.

Two years ago, King-of-Bintan Daniel Ong took us around his kingdom. That is still one of the best holidays i've ever had. But holidaying like the common tourist is alright by me too--what with the creamiest, coconuttiest coconuts by the pool, the bone-crushing javanese massages, the nice staff who always smile at you and who still say "yes please" when you ask to see the menu, and the soft sand that actually squeaks beneath your feet. Plus, no Singaporeans anywhere, because this ntu holiday isn't shared by any other school. :)

Now i pay for it by doing my mountain of homework before 3 pm today.