Spent last weekend resting up. My sister’s friend whose dad owned an old bungalow by the beach organized a little gathering for all of us - bbq, swim, a stroll by the beach; it was really nice to meet new friends. Felt young and immature being surrounded by managers, doctors and accountants.
The place felt so cozy with big living hall, huge dining room, spacious kitchen. Very roomy as most colonial houses do. I wanna own one of this some day. Sipping tea by the wooden window in my kebaya. Hubby fixing Leica IIIF. Daydreaming on the wet rock and watching waves curling foams.
When was the last time I spend a calm moment doing nothing – just sitting and looking at the ocean, people-watching and enjoying sunset that gives way to the break of night? A period of absolute ignorance from the chaotic life of the city.
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