Shereen (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} water_sprite) wrote,@ 2003-11-26 09:43:00 |
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A wash out
Yesterday being a public holiday, Daniel's extended family decided we should have a picnic on Sentosa- a tiny "islet"( as decided by us while crossing the 1 km bridge over yesterday). Anyway, like any well-planned excursion, we forgot to bring along a contingency plan in case it rained. And rain it did, by the buckets. We found an empty spot by the water which seemed a very nice place to set up the picnic, but the reason why it was empty was that it was windy enough to do a Mary Poppins. Anything not weighed down was in danger of taking flight!
Apart from that, it was quite enjoyable. We ate a whole ton of junk food I would normally stay away from. The guys played bridge and made a whole load of noise. I fantasised about what it would be like to own a husky. It would have been nicer if we could have walked by the water, but the weather was wreaking havoc with that and being a horrid tease, it would clear up enough so that all the parents would allow all the kids to head out into the water again and then it would send more rain down just to remind them who was boss, sending the kids and parents running helter skelter to shelter once again.
My question is apart from the danger of lightning and there was none, what is the point of running into shelter when one is already wet by one's frolicking in the water? Note I did not say swimming. I don't think the lagoon was meant for much swimming.
So yes, that was our day at Sentosa which ended early afternoon because of an increasingly depressed brother-in-law who could feel his impending return to camp (he's doing his national service now) weighing down on him. He started off the morning very cheery, but he looked more and more depressed as the minutes turned into hours and then he realised he had about 4 hours left before his return to the gulag. National service is such a depressing phenomenon, so much so that "book-in blues" is a widely understood term.
The rest of the day was spent watching CSI, we need to finish the series so that I can return the set to my brother, to whom it rightfully belongs to. I get increasingly petrified watching it. I think my nerves get frayed as the season goes on. At one point, I was flat on the ground bellying my way back to the couch after hiding behind my bed. At another point, I let out a scream worthy of being grabbed, stabbed and attacked. Daniel finds all of this very amusing.
Well, today's a regular holiday work day. Dan's left for his course and I'm due for invigilation later. I don't think I'm going to finish this new book I'm reading because although it's about the same size as the last book, the last one had bigger words- not Enid Blyton big, but it was not as dense as this one is. It's The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay- set in the time of World War Two- much like the previous book I read- Beneath the English Heavens.
I now need to forage for fodder.
Later now.
Yesterday being a public holiday, Daniel's extended family decided we should have a picnic on Sentosa- a tiny "islet"( as decided by us while crossing the 1 km bridge over yesterday). Anyway, like any well-planned excursion, we forgot to bring along a contingency plan in case it rained. And rain it did, by the buckets. We found an empty spot by the water which seemed a very nice place to set up the picnic, but the reason why it was empty was that it was windy enough to do a Mary Poppins. Anything not weighed down was in danger of taking flight!
Apart from that, it was quite enjoyable. We ate a whole ton of junk food I would normally stay away from. The guys played bridge and made a whole load of noise. I fantasised about what it would be like to own a husky. It would have been nicer if we could have walked by the water, but the weather was wreaking havoc with that and being a horrid tease, it would clear up enough so that all the parents would allow all the kids to head out into the water again and then it would send more rain down just to remind them who was boss, sending the kids and parents running helter skelter to shelter once again.
My question is apart from the danger of lightning and there was none, what is the point of running into shelter when one is already wet by one's frolicking in the water? Note I did not say swimming. I don't think the lagoon was meant for much swimming.
So yes, that was our day at Sentosa which ended early afternoon because of an increasingly depressed brother-in-law who could feel his impending return to camp (he's doing his national service now) weighing down on him. He started off the morning very cheery, but he looked more and more depressed as the minutes turned into hours and then he realised he had about 4 hours left before his return to the gulag. National service is such a depressing phenomenon, so much so that "book-in blues" is a widely understood term.
The rest of the day was spent watching CSI, we need to finish the series so that I can return the set to my brother, to whom it rightfully belongs to. I get increasingly petrified watching it. I think my nerves get frayed as the season goes on. At one point, I was flat on the ground bellying my way back to the couch after hiding behind my bed. At another point, I let out a scream worthy of being grabbed, stabbed and attacked. Daniel finds all of this very amusing.
Well, today's a regular holiday work day. Dan's left for his course and I'm due for invigilation later. I don't think I'm going to finish this new book I'm reading because although it's about the same size as the last book, the last one had bigger words- not Enid Blyton big, but it was not as dense as this one is. It's The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay- set in the time of World War Two- much like the previous book I read- Beneath the English Heavens.
I now need to forage for fodder.
Later now.
