The Weekend Hiatus 2: The Obligated Cruise—Setting Off

About one week before the cruise itself, my mother called me on the phone and one of the first things she said to me was that we were going on a cruise on Sunday.

Judging by the tone of voice, I more or less knew that as much as I didn't wanna go, I didn't have a choice. I just succumbed to my fate, knowing it will be futile to retaliate.

Then I thought, hey, it's a cruise after all! Gotta be fun! I made up my mind to enjoy myself and not delve so much into the unhappier things.

So came Sunday and I got quite excited. Despite being a one-day-one-night getaway, the trip felt extremely long and arduous.

Early Sunday morning, I decided that I'll dress light and easy, ultra befitting of the whole 'cruise' idea. But apparently my mother didn't fill me in on ALL the details.

When my mother said cruise, I immediately thought plenty of fun and sun. And way ahead, I've decided that I'd love to be alone enjoying myself. I envisaged myself lounging on the deck, basking in the sun, while people splashed around in the pool.

Bloody hell! I swear I kena cheated! 'Cause I was wrong WRONG WRONG!

Boarded the ferry at Tanah Merah Ferry Terminal. I was bored, so decided to take some photos. Furthermore, the sun was shining so fervently. I couldn't help but feel sunshine-y too!



And I told you I freaking dressed the part right? Look at me and where am I off to? A bloody cruise, I hear you say. Clever!



Yay! The ferry picks up speed and I couldn't wait to get all that wind in my hair. There's just something very sexy and kinky and pleasurable about having wind in the hair. I also especially like it now that I have longer hair, my hair actually kinda flows as the wind beats through it.

Hah! Am I even making sense? Sorry ar, I'm a little high now.


Then some more camwhoring with the natural wind effect.





P.S. I know, retarded and underexposed. But for once, I really don't care.