It's a Public Holiday in Singapore. I'm not sure what the significance of the day is, but all the same it's a holiday in the Lion City. I arrived at about six this morning, and have spent the day really just whiling time. It's been fun, lonely, a little frustrating, tiring and a bit of a breath.
I've shopped. I've walked. I've slept and swum. I've worked. I've ironed my shirts for the week. I've called home four times. I've blogged. I've watched TV. I started reading a new book. Yes, Love, it's a good one. I took an hour and half to eat breakfast. I took an hour to eat a greek salad for dinner. I had both meals in the Olive Tree, kept company at breakfast by a copy of CNN Traveller, and at dinner, Newsweek was my dining companion.
And all throughout the day, I've watched people. At dinner, a young mum and her little daughter went back and forth between their table and the buffet. About eight times. The daughter was about two, a little chinese dot with a Strawberry Shortcake backpack. She tottered along behind mum, flirting with the other diners, and charming the space.
An elderly lady sat down with some dessert from the buffet. Very elegantly presented, she sat down, downed her trifle (a single one, in a glass), said thank you to the waiting staff and moved on.
At the pool, a family lounged on the daybeds. Mum, dad and a four year old. Two elederly couples sat together, but never said a word to each other.
The old man at the crossing of Victoria Street, from BHG to Bugis Street Markets, holding out packets of tissues. He had on a large green bangle.
Bugis Junction always gives me the sense of cosmopolitan buzz. Having the hotel as part of the complex adds to this, but the mix of shops and eateries is so electic. The clientele, fuelled in part by the hotel, is equally electic.
So here we all, some of us belong, some of us transient, some of us familiar with the place and some of drinking it for the first time. Some of can't wait to move on, some of us want to linger for longer.
It's the mix that makes it so very cool.
So now it's late. It's 9.24pm Singapore time. My body clock is on 1.24am. I've been up a long time, and I'm tired.
Good night.
I've shopped. I've walked. I've slept and swum. I've worked. I've ironed my shirts for the week. I've called home four times. I've blogged. I've watched TV. I started reading a new book. Yes, Love, it's a good one. I took an hour and half to eat breakfast. I took an hour to eat a greek salad for dinner. I had both meals in the Olive Tree, kept company at breakfast by a copy of CNN Traveller, and at dinner, Newsweek was my dining companion.
And all throughout the day, I've watched people. At dinner, a young mum and her little daughter went back and forth between their table and the buffet. About eight times. The daughter was about two, a little chinese dot with a Strawberry Shortcake backpack. She tottered along behind mum, flirting with the other diners, and charming the space.
An elderly lady sat down with some dessert from the buffet. Very elegantly presented, she sat down, downed her trifle (a single one, in a glass), said thank you to the waiting staff and moved on.
At the pool, a family lounged on the daybeds. Mum, dad and a four year old. Two elederly couples sat together, but never said a word to each other.
The old man at the crossing of Victoria Street, from BHG to Bugis Street Markets, holding out packets of tissues. He had on a large green bangle.
Bugis Junction always gives me the sense of cosmopolitan buzz. Having the hotel as part of the complex adds to this, but the mix of shops and eateries is so electic. The clientele, fuelled in part by the hotel, is equally electic.
So here we all, some of us belong, some of us transient, some of us familiar with the place and some of drinking it for the first time. Some of can't wait to move on, some of us want to linger for longer.
It's the mix that makes it so very cool.
So now it's late. It's 9.24pm Singapore time. My body clock is on 1.24am. I've been up a long time, and I'm tired.
Good night.
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