Sunday Morning

It feels really good to wake up on a Sunday morning and not have to rush to work and you can really slowly take your time to get things done. Somewhere in the neighbourhood, there is the quaint sound of someone watering his plants and even somewhere further afield I can hear a rooster crowing. This leaves me to wonder which household around here actually rears a rooster in modern day Singapore and there, I can hear it making its cookoo-doo sounds again.

But I digress, this post is supposed to be about Sunday, not about the mysterious rooster hidden in someone's garden that I've not come to know about all these years. Sunday morning has always been my favourite morning because it's the one whole day in the week when you actually know you don't have to work and that in itself is a big comfort. I guess that work is really driving me crazy and any form of respite is always welcomed.

This week I have been seriously thinking about my options for Plan E and while I really want to make an exit, I guess the cautious side in me is still holding me back. The familarity of the job, the big hearted colleagues that I've come to know so well and the comfort level still holds me back. I think there's a big caterpillar in me that still wants to stay as much as possible in my cocoon but at times I think of what sort of butterfly I would be if I get out of my cocoon. I mean, there's so much to see and experience in this big world that the caterpillar in me would never know until I dare to venture on my own. I think I really need someone to give me wings.

The sunlight is slowly streaming in my room and it's getting brighter every moment. I'm enjoying this heaps. If only everyday can be a Sunday...

On an even brighter note; went to Seletar reservoir on Friday and it is a really beautiful place to go in the night. Not many cars, not many people, just the water that never stops moving and the swash and backwash hitting th banks every second. What a sight. I loved the watch tower too and I really must apologise for staying up there for too long because while I was happily enjoying myself up there and soaking in the scenery, I failed to realise that H had a fear of heights and I think it must have been quite a feat for him to go up there with me. Really appreciate it. :)

Later it's off to church to be in the House of the Lord (what great joy that is!) followed by the flea market at Zouk. I can already tell it's going to be a good day ahead.