Herrow afferybordee,
I went off to Mandurah for a Easter getaway because Sandy was here and Sijie kindly allowed us his place for a bit.
We left in the evening with 2 bootloads of food, the raw food especially prepared by Sandy for us. After a yummilicious bbq dinner, we hung out for a bit watching the beautiful mandurah sky. Somewhere beyond the houses was this open area thingy near the sea. A bunch of Aussie teenagers were hanging out there getting drunk, playing music and basically having one of your typical wild parties i never had as a sheltered kid in Singapore. Oh how i envied having that kind of freedom as a kid but now that i'm older, i can see why parents in Singapore would faint if their kids went to things like that.
Anyway, the crowd grew bigger and rowdier so the neighbours called the cops. They came over in a helicopter, shining lights on the spot as a means of dispersing the kids. Somehow deep inside me, i felt like it was rather mean to have called the cops and spoiedl their fun. But then again, at parties like these, there's always two drunk people starting fights with one another with broken glass pieces and things like that, so calling the cops was the correct thing to do. Well, apart from that, the night was a pleasant one, with the moon high in the sky, the stars especially glowly and bright, the 3 wise men would have had such a delight.
After a good night's rest, we headed off into the sea for a swim in the morning. The tide was especially high and the waves kept crashing me to the shore. I felt so weak against the currents here. i wondered if this was how Maggie Tulliver felt being so near to the river. There's just something about forces of nature that makes me feel like i'm such a small part of it, so weak while it's so strong. I was in the midst of doing some reflecting when a dog interrupted my reverie, throwing a stick at my foot, instructing me to play fetch. Well talk about nature, even the domestic creatures have such a hold over me. Oh well ... the whole spectacle then really reminded me of some Enid Blyton's novel, like how George/Georgina of the famous 5 would play fetch with Timmy the dog. You see, George's father, a scientist stays near a sea, he owns this island opposite where there's a secret passageway from her house to over there. Because so much of the series was set around George's home, there was always that depiction of the "english seaside" as wonderful and yet mysterious at the same time. This was exactly how i felt, like one of the people in a picture book. It was a great great holiday because at that point in my life, i was a happy kid again. All that growing up justs makes one yearn for the past ...
All the same, I had such a great Easter. Happy Easter everyone!
Minny Moley Mendy (from the great children series ... Milly Molly Mandy)
Nice glowy charcoal
our simple fare
The guys fanning the fire
Light from the passing helicopter
us girls setting up
The bright bright moon against the blue blue sky above the wide wide sea.
The next day we left the house for a swim
As you can see, this center pathway divides the house and the sea, that's how close we are to the ocean.
Sandart by the Sandy/Sernwei duo.
The dog who wanted to play fetch
I wanted to put up a picture of the others but was afraid they wouldn't like me flaunting them online so i just put old flabby me up to show you how nice the ocean was.
A restful afternoon
Sandy and me
Sandy and QQ
Us girls
Lastly, an ode to the comfy armchair ...
