Stop. Relax. Chill.
You're at perhentian.

I know this is an ugly picture in comparison to all the ugly pictures I take. All you see is sand, abit of weird stick poking out of the sand, aimee's red bag, the sea, the hill of the opposite island and abit of some random angmoh's foot.

(yawn)

But I like this picture. Somehow.Because this is the picture of the spot I lay down for hours three afternoons ago and gaze at the lazy pace of perhentian life.


Seriously, except for the speed boats that zoom past, everything is so calm, slow.. even the water is so serene with its steady waves lapping along the shore. And the people.. lets say they dont really move. Everyone's either stoning, reading a book or sleeping.

membaca itu amalan mulia

dan stylish.

To some point we were seriously considering that we were one of the most hyper people on the beach besides pablo the-only-kid-on-the-beach.
fat naked baby belongs to the other beach.
perhentianians learn to walk with that thing. cute riight?

(insert big round eyes)

We were the only chinese people on the beach as well. The other bunch were afraid of the sun and hid in their rooms. perhaps getting wasted on booze in the afternoon. kinda redundant lah. whats the point of heading off to a beach and run away from the sun?

Not very penny wise if you ask me.
Oh well, whatever rocks their boat.

my hair. the mat.

her tattoo. the bikini that matches with the trees.
i am considering getting one done when i hit 21.


her flower. the sea.

us with the quaint looking board.

yipin's going solo.

what she does when she is not stalking jesus or whale lovers.

sunny.

the happy one and the sexy back.

amazing racing.

fulamak camwhoring on canoe tougher than you think.

class of perhentian 08.
top: freddie. angelin. yi pin
bottom: mei kay. aimee. kah hoe.

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