I went swimming today. And got sunburnt. I'm so useless - can't even stay out in the sun for long without turning red like a lobster. Worst part - I just can't get tanned! Get red and peel - that's me.
We swam at NSRCC at Changi. My dad picked me up and then picked my sis up and then we went to pick Adrian up from work (he was on half-day) and headed to NSRCC for lunch and swimming.
Lunch was pretty eventful.. lousy waitress had a crap memory and an even worse attitude. Poor Adrian lost his appetite because of the lousy service so he didn't get to eat a proper lunch.
Swimming was fun.. a lazy affair, soaking in the water and baking in the sun (hence the burn)... We saw some ah bengs and ah lians at the pool - they weren't really serious about swimming either. One of the guys was doing some bouncy thing in the water that my sis found quite amusing. Maybe he was intrigued by the sudden bouyancy of... um... certain body parts. We were quite fascinated by one of the ah lians who had a huge tattoo running from her shoulder to her ass - and by tattoo I mean the fierce fierce kind hor, not the girly flower/swirly/tribal patterns.. I spent quite a lot of time looking at those skinny girls in their bikinis and feeling quite self-conscious about my round shape squeezed into a tankini that barely covers my tummy. My sis was probably the only serious swimmer in the pool - she must have done like 20 lengths, whereas Adrian and I gave up after 10 lengths and went to soak in the jacuzzi tubs.
We got up, showered, had some food, and then left for home. But just as we were nearing Bukit Panjang, Adrian suddenly got a call - he had to go back to Changi Air Base for an emergency. Argh!! All the way back there! Again! For those of you who are geographically challenged like I am, Bukit Panjang and Changi are very far apart. $30 taxi fare type of far apart. My dad was really nice, he offered to give Adrian a lift to Changi after he had dropped my sis and I at BP. Adrian was a bit concerned about his attire - his uniform had been squished inside his gym bag and was quite unwearable. I can still remember what he said to his colleague - "Eh, I'm going to be wearing civvies. My uniform is folded in my bag. I just went to do sports." *I'm sniggering* Sports eh? Wah, so active hah?
It was a great day. Lots of fun and laughter. A nice day to store in my memory bank. Somewhere along the long journey back to BP from the club, we started musing, lulled by the weather and the monotony of the drive. My dad said that journeys like this always made him think about his childhood days. My sister said she would think about shopping - shopaholic! Me? I somehow always think of the beach. I remember the lazy days I spent with Adrian at the beach at Sentosa - our beer bottles sweating inside our little coleman cooler as we roasted ourselves on the sand. I remember the heat of the sun and the cool of the sea. I remember the smell of suntan lotion and the greasy feel of the lotion mixed with perspiration as we heated under the sun. I remember playing pool at the beach bars in our swimwear and flip flops.
When will I get to do all these things again? I don't know. I do know that my life is going to change very drastically very soon, but I don't know what to expect. Sometimes when I look back on the past, I feel a twinge - not of sadness, no, not quite, but perhaps of envy - envy of my younger, more carefree self who could do anything she wanted with little regard for something so serious as the future. But then I look at myself now, and I figure I like what I see. And then looking into the future - ahh... even if it's only speculation, it's a beautiful sight.
