Ow. Ow. Ow.

All because I'd underestimated the strength of the Singaporean sun. Won't be as bad as the UV-rays-of-7-and-above sun in Welly; no point in packing my bottle of summer sun-block, I thought.

And it's always when I think I'd thought that I never did really think.

I think I enjoyed myself at the Sembawang Festival yesterday. The bands my SGD 10 sampler ticket allowed me to catch were:

• Stentorian,
• Alexander Gow,
• Shamejoannshame,
• Mega Stimulator,
• Victor Tang,
• The Jerms,
• Damien Cripps,
• Nuance,
• Westside,
• ETC, and
• Rogue Traders.

I regret I had to miss Dreams of Day Architecture and Regurgitator, but being able to catch Stentoria, the Jerms and ETC sorta balanced it out; ETC especially - because I really liked 'Supermarket' (and because I think their bassist, Vinita Ramani, is hot).

Of course, because I'd thought when I hadn't really think, I got dreadfully sunburnt. I could only imagine how I looked yesterday, but today, I look like a freakin' freak - and I hurt. My right shoulder and arm still look angry - they have yet to forgive me; my left side is being a little more magnanimous (prolly because I hadn't slept the entire night on it).

My chest bears a faintly cresent-shaped patch of pale flesh upon which my pendent had rested, while three fronds of my fern are still caught in a yawning crimson grin that was the result of the bottom of my top and the top of my bottoms not quite meeting when I was sitting with my back to the sun.

I wish I could have a milk bath like Cleopatra.