we stayed at 'the westin langkawi' - a beach resort which used to be 'sheraton perdana' but was taken over by westin. i know this because the last time we were in langkawi we stayed at the exact same hotel - which was sheraton at the time. therefore, there was an overwhelming sense of familiarity as we explored the place. twas pretty much the same except for some major improvements to the rooms, pools and dining areas. the rooms were deliciously AWESOME!

the hotel. (see! minimal clouds!)

u can see out into the room from the toilet - which means u can actually watch tv while u sit in the tub. unfortuntately i was bunking with my bro, so could not maximise this function (that would be awkward huh.)

ok. so basically, to cut a long story short, we just did 4 thing during our stay in langkawi - eat, sleep, swim and use the recreation centre. we did go out to the town one afternoon - but erm..it was a trip planned with high expectations - none of which were met. spoiled singaporeans. anyway. of all the places in the world, i ran into a familiar face in langkawi, and not just in langkawi, but in the exact same hotel at the exact same time! i ran into my singapore society lecturer - anthony alexius pereira. omg. and i was just thinking bout him and my sem one results..i wanted to go up and say "HI MR PEREIRA! WAHHH..SO HAPPY AH?!?! MARK FINISH ALL OUR SCRIPTS LIAO AH?!?!?!"

ANYWAY, here are some photos of my trip.

that's a cool chess set on the table there! tried ta play but i suck!

my mum - trying to relive her childhood - but failing miserably.

i gotta be like a tree.

brother tried to teach me tennis AGAIN. failed attempt no. 386

tennis cool move

played table tennis - look at cookie monster cheering me on!

gymed - this machine is so fun - and i burnt one cookie's worth of calories on it. -.-''

i tried to teach my mum arm training with weights

played pool (badly)

went shopping.

some family shots around the resort compound:

bye langkawi!

ok i actually took a lot more shots - more arty ones. i shall upload those in the next entry. i have a funny story bout that. ok it's not funny. it was damn sad and frustrating. shall explain later. anyway. we arrived back in singapore at 2215 yesterday and i had an 'overwhelming singaporean feeling' stepping back into changi airport. changi airport rocks my socks. the ONE place i feel patriotic.

THEN! (scary music) i remembered..bloody hell...results are out. went home, logged in, scrolled down, *diex*.

3.7 cap. at least not less than 3.5 - if not all hopes of going for exchange program die there and then. it's not bad..i suppose..but i felt so awful seeing all those B-. i blame my brother..idiotic oversized brain child capping 4.5, A, A-, A+ here, there, left right centre like nobody's business. argh. fely so demoralised and shit. then the thought dawned upon me again - what if i were studying art..would i be doing better? i don't want to be ordinary..i don't want to just be this person scoring average grades, lost in the pool of ppl in nus. argh!!!!! with art, i felt..unique and special...now..it's like....

god! this is depressing.