I remember those cold taps that dispensed the coldest water that turned my fingernails purple, and yet I am sure it was not the cold that led to that perpetual smile plastered on my face. I was genuinely happy. Sorranto Quay served amazing seafood and I pretty much enjoyed that evening talking to Marc about camps, future, playing the price is right of the many yachts that we had full view of but harbour no thought of ever owning one, girls and their anorexic tendencies. Lol. Sorry, I believe I’m too greedy to ever be anorexic. HAHAHA. Although I believe that if I ever live in Australia, I can go vegetarian. The salads here even beat Declan’s salad that he so willingly and lovingly provided for us for our Picnic. ☺ CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!!!

That evening was pretty fun as we sat in front of the heater, trying to keep warm so badly. We were wearing layers in the house, drinking hot tea, in front of the heater and talking about Picturehouse films, war films, cinematography, and directors. I like talking to people about such things, feel a little more knowledgeable about such things and I guess I am really interested in it to want to talk and know about all these film talks. YEAH! 3 cheers to that!

After so many days down under, I think I really like it here. To wake up with relatively good hair days because of the low humidity here, breathing the cool air early in the morning, seeing the bright sun shining from out of the window, the naked trees, the quietness of everything, it felt so good to wake up feeling all refreshed and awake, but yet to just laze around in bed, looking up at the ceiling and peek outside from the corner of my eyes, to just be still. To not bother and be bothered by anything, to take time to pray, to take some time off for myself. Yea, really sounds like retirement eh? But since when was rest and quietness restricted to retirement only? Sometimes I think we’re too adjusted and “well-adjusted” to the Singapore culture of being busy, being kept busy, running about, chanting “there’s no time, quick quick quick”, that we forget that our tiredness stems from our desire to want to get things done, things which probably ain’t that important when viewed from a wider perspective?

Reminds me of a poem I recited during my speech and drama lessons last time by William Henry Davies entitled Leisure.

What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.