It was Beach Day again. I was glad that the beach was still rather quiet at around 3pm. Having found a quiet spot to reflect and enjoy the sea breeze, I took a mental-zone-out break and woke up only to shoot some pictures around me with my N73.
That's my trusty bike again.
It looks just like a scene from some beach place in Thailand, doesn't it?
If only the waters was clearer, I swear I would have jumped right in! Then again, where would I place all my belongings?
The other solitary bench beside mine.
I could not resist a snack of fried carrot cake and refreshing almond logan at the East Coast Hawker Centre.
I grew up with urban legends surrounding Bunyan Trees. There were many of them around the site where the original St. Andrew's School was and still is. I used to play around these trees with school mates. They were huge ones - perhaps so because we were tiny when we were in junior school then. I swear we were small enough then to squeeze through some of the densely packed exterior roots or even swing ourselves on them across the defunct drain from the concrete platform to the original field. You could get lost in them and I think one legend has it that a school boy got lost among the roots in the tree just beside the expressway exit and never came out. Thus the trees were both a symbol of awe and fear for us then. Unfortunately, many of them had been uprooted to make way for modernity.