SSO' s performance in the Botanic Gardens.
It's been such a long time since i've been there, since the long trek there for a picnic during crescent days. I forgot just how gorgeous that place is.
It was evening, and it's been dusky the whole day. No sun, just clouds and a hazy film over everything. The air was quite still but it rang with the music.
Stacy's family to my left, mine to the right. Right in front of the Symphony Stage. Prime seats.
The orchestra, like a pearl, was nicely framed in the stage shaped like an open oyster.
Behind the stage, palm trees and lush foliage and a glimpse of the pond behind. All illuminated in a fuzzy glow, which rendered them the softness of a tranquil watercolour painting.
Families dotted the field. Some reclining. Some cross-legged. All with a look of content on their faces.
Little ang moh kias chasing each other around. Girls in pretty frocks. Boys in t-shirts and khakis. A few in their football kits, proclaiming The Little League
proudly. Fast friends in a few minutes. Olivious to the music, to the sprawl of people around. Just happy to run, run and run.
Picnic baskets with blue-and-white plaid insides. The intoxicating aroma of red wine.
Then, came the strains of a Beatles tune. Eleanor Rigby
. Yellow Submarine
. Hey Jude
. A medley of beautiful beautiful tunes.
It could have been Heaven.
Well yeah, stranger things have happened. Who would have guessed that for all my resistance to technology, and disgust at the idea of a blog, "Why would I want bits and squibbles of myself flying around cyberspace?! Who knows who might wind up with them?"
, I have done it.
Why? It was an urge that had been accumulating for months now. I go to my fair share of fashion blogs and all, but I've always had just that tinge of prejudice for personal ones. They just seemed so, trivial
. But, you can say a few friends' blogs changed that.
I remember reading ml's entry a few months back about putting out the laundry. White sheets, blue skies, a breeze...and a sudden sense of peace and happiness. I couldn't have been there with her, but reading that simple explanation brought erm, tears
, to my eyes.
Then, a few days back, reading through the entries in pauline's blog - a similar post. Fresh, crisp smell of laundry flapping in the wind, alone in the balcony, and the momentary halt as one realises just how blessed she is.
And despite being sick, and perspiring in front of the com on an insanely hot and boring afternoon, reading about such moments was so preciously illuminating.
Not to be overly-ambitious, but hopefully my entries can do that for someone, someday too. I hope I can leave a smile on someone's face after reading them. Or at least plant a thought in their mind.
(P.S. thank you so much to my darling ah mei for setting this entire thing up. I love you!)