I do not learn.

I simply do not learn at all.

So it is no surprise that I found myself back here.

It is Sentosa's Anniversary party and that didn't make much difference to me but IT WAS THE MONTHLY FLOWRIDING CLINIC AGAIN! This time though, the counter girl told us to game up and try the barrel.

The ego mistress in me couldn't resist the challenge. Okay not really, the truth is I didn't know what's a barrel, I thought its flowrider but similiar so I thought it was nothing very tough so we gamely agreed.

Stupid, stupid girl.





Before my fall.

We tried the barrel waves and holy fucking shit I was so pissed off after falling the 4th time that I bailed. Imagine waves goes at the speed of kings trying to swallow me (I'm small) and the board trying to assault me (it did leave a mark on my leg in the end) so I was pissed as fuck.

Decided to go back to flowriding like a pussy but at least one that's having fun so over there, suddenly everything seemed a lot easier so I could balance for extended periods without wanting to die.





Feel free to laugh.



This is the gash the goddamn barrel gave me.

And I sustained more injuries than this. The force of the waves were built for bigger men so when I slipped, I flew. My neck hurts till today (three days later), I can't move my arms to my back without feeling like its gonna break, and my gash has gotten uglier.

So girls, just go ahead and acknowledge your pussy self and go ride onto the flowrider till you can do it with your eyes closed, then you can head over to the barrel waves and make a fool out of me.

You've been warned!



It was his treat afterwards at the magnum pop up store and I am disgusted beyond belief at the manager's behavior, which will probably be diluted down in the tsl article, but god damn you cunt, seriously.

In other news, my ice cream tasted odd as fuck but the rose petals made it look so girly. On his side, the gold flakes made his look so manly. So our ice creams are a match in sweet heaven.

Went home sore and tired and sleepy.