This photo was taken only five days ago, and my mood couldn’t be any more different now. I am going through a mildly stressful time at work planning a campaign in Jakarta. It’s not so bad, but this campaign could either be a happy success or a serious and expensive disaster, and it kills me that I do not feel in control of the outcome. So when I woke up this morning, I fantasized and fantasized about staying in bed to finish this glorious book, which I have not had the time to continue after returning from Singapore.
Ranunculus season. Can anything be more perfect than this flower?
Yesterday, my social brain went into overload after a dinner with strangers, and I woke up today at the very abnormal time of 6 am. The replays, oh, I wish they would stop. That thing that sports talk shows do, where they recap all the game’s little moments and freeze the scene and discuss it — if I don’t stop doing that I will never be allowed to leave the house.
I saw this photo years ago on Tumblr and thought it was so awesome I emailed it to my friends.
My good friend Mar and her boyfriend Wes are coming to Seoul next month, and they asked us to take a side trip to another Asian country with them. When they decided it was to be Singapore, I was really bummed. Who wants to take a holiday to Singapore? I vividly recalled reading two travelogues that despaired, just despaired, over the charmless megalopolis Singapore had become. We called Mar and Wes’ decision “a major blunder.”
THEN, I remembered out of the blue at 2 am while eating tacos in LA that the pool of my dreams was in Singapore. I don’t know why it came to me then — that part of my memory suddenly wanted to play ball, I guess. Isn’t that funny, how your brain stores or discards information independently of your orders? Anyway, I instantly became Singapore’s #1 fan, and applauded (the-now) our great decision to go there.
Guess where we are staying? Yes, yes, yes. At Marina Bay Sands hotel, where this pool will be awaiting us.