dinner at one fullerton

had the luxury of dining at palm beach restaurant, one fullerton tonight. it was family dinner, together with some family friends and an overseas couple. the food was fantastic! cheesy sri lankan crab!!! whoooooooo! will never forget the taste of that man =)

i made my way there on my own from school. dad offered to pick me up from school but i decided that i could use the time alone. sat on the train from boon lay to city hall and i simply did what i used to enjoy doing. looking and observing people.

not in the sick perverse kind of way, but just quietly observing them and noticing the small little actions that they do. kinda like taking a step out of reality and watching as the world go by. not sure if i'm making any sense to the rest of you, but its something that i used to do quite abit and something that i miss doing. the rhythmic nodding of the guy dozing in a corner. the occasional scowl of the lady sitting directly opposite me, as she glares at a bunch of kids making noise beyond her level of tolerance in the next carriage. small actions like that.

the walk from city hall mrt to one fullerton took much longer than it'd usually have today. told myself that i'd take things slow today and enjoy a stroll amidst the mad hat city rush. my own subtle way of going against the flow i guess. the path from city link to the esplanade was especially long, taking up a good 25 mins. walked from one art piece display to another, enjoying and taking in the sights; trying hard to interpret what each piece is trying to say to its audience. thinking back, the art piece made from the 24 fish boxes was of especial interest to me. a fish box is essentially, a box, made out of planks. leftover planks, mind you. so each box is different from the next. unique, if you will. kinda draws a parallelism between that and how life is. each and every one of our memories and experiences are unique and collectively, they make up who we are. thus making as different as one person is, from the next.

the last stretch was from esplanade to one fullerton. the riverside connector. the warm and yet cooling sea breeze. the hypnotic distant background sound of the water jet, gushing from the merlion's mouth and impacting onto the sea's surface. the barely audible buzz of the diners, eating and making merry at the shops in the distant. a cacophony of noises; jarring and yet strangely soothing. strange, tis it not.

not exactly sure why i'm being so sentamentalistic today, but i guess all of us need our own privy moments from time to time. little moments to admire the reflection of God's beauty in the things He created. too see the little things that we usually miss out.

never done it before? why not try it today.