Free Day
Hot, sunny morning. Sat on the second-floor balcony and saw, on balconies of buildings across the street, quite a few ovoid basket chairs that were en vogue in the Philippines ten years ago. I also still see men, as I did last year, in calf-length pants a.k.a. 1950s "pedal-pushers".
More dragon dancers on Mohamed Sultan Street.
A lazy day. Watched Kung Fu Voyage starring Jackie Chan on the Asian movie channel. Housekeeping does the room and I take especial care to watch how they do beds so I can do the same at home, then decide that I don't want to be hampered with all that bed linen: the mattress has a strapped underlayer and a strapped overlayer, and the bedsheet is comprised of a thin quilt inside a linen duvet.
Where others would have their free day to go sightseeing I always choose to stay inside my hotel room. I need to center myself an entire day before a workshop series begins. Had I gone to Universal Studios or Sentosa Island or that fabulous, vintage cemetery Teow Li told me about, I know that I would be utterly discombobulated tomorrow.
Dinner on River Vallety Road once again. Festivities ongoing, even at this late hour, at the Hong San See Temple.
Watched a horror movie on the Asian movie channel but gave up on it because it progressed into a silly comedy. Later caught a Bruce Lee biography based on the book Bruce Lee: My Brother by younger brother Robert Lee, showcasing Bruce Lee's early life in Hong Kong before his father decided to send him to the States.
More sonic booms, more crowds cheering for the World Cup. And, this time, firecrackers coming from the temple on its second and final night of celebration.
The blackbirds are still here, but I seem to see less of them now.
The June leaf falls off my planner in Signapore.
5:00 PM sun
The theatre at night. I pass it on my way to and from the hotel and my usual dinner venue.
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