it was a very good decision not to drive into town to visit my friend who just delivered at gleneagles. i had a really good walk down the forum to the hospital. saw some lovely tropical plants along the sidewalk after passing tanglin mall and couldn't help but be fascinated by the brightly coloured flowers. i wished i could take a stem cutting of some of em and put them in my balcony but being the good considerate lazy citizen, i just walked onto the hospital without any incident. and coming back i had an equally fun and invigorating walk. this time i walked down orchard boulevard and peeked into the lighted condo apartments. noticed how simple the deco was in some of the apartments and their interior just looked like any ordinary hdb unit. but i think the allure of these apartments is not just in the obvious location - walking distance of town - but the lush greenery that surrounds the buildings. the tall rainforests looking trees that seemed so immense, giving a sense of grandeur and almost timelessness to the buildings. it's the soft twinkling lights surrounding the pool, the chirping of crickets, the cool breeze of the tropical nights that seemed like the breathing sounds of all the plants and trees around you; the random joggers that breathe in the cool humid tropical air and emerge out of the darkness, with never a hurried sense about them like there'll be some danger lurking round a dark corner - they knew they were in their element, in this safe, private enclosure. These buildings were near crowds and city life/buzz (one can see the lights of wisma atria on the horizon) yet held the promise of seclusion, a sanctuary just a stone's throw away from the city.

haha i sound like an apartment sales brochure. but i guess it is the dream of the city that many apartments like these are sold on. A dream where the loud clanging noise of construction and hurried crowds fade into a buzz that hums and harmonises with the breathing sounds of the greenery. haha. such pure nonsense. this is like what dickens says "the disfiguring (touch) of unreality"... it's all nice and cozy and warm but it is unreal and if one lingers there for too long, one's conscience and senses become disfigured. Reality is not meant to smell like a manufactured Dior perfume. It has its moments of beauty but i would like to think that it's wilder and more evocative than my fav perfume j'adore.

ok i need to get lunch now. here are some pics of the lovely cute lil one that came to the world on Jan 2008. Welcome to reality and life and may you experience it in the way that the Lord intended it to be.