The nights are getting good.
Silas was over just the other night to cook us some dinner. I've always heard of Silas the chef. Now I know Silas the chef.
He came to my place with little ingredients and heaps of faith.
"Dave, do you have a blender?"
"Dave, can I use your milk?"
"Dave, do you have a muffin tray?"
He really is some kinda genius. Due to some unforeseen circumstances, his original dish couldn't be prepared, and so he improvised. What you see above doesn't have a name. It was made up just there and then. And it was delicious. It's a pity I had late lunch that day. I could've had more.
Esther, Lydia and Charmian were there too. We had chicken soup and garlic bread before and ice-cream after to accompany. Dinner was awesome. But not as awesome as the beach, when we hit Port Melbourne straight after in the dark cold.
Yay. That's another one off my list.
Quiet time at the beach was short-lived, however, to my disappointment. The majority were complaining about the cold. So we moved on to the Parlour for some pancakes and scrabble.
By the time we all got home, it was nearly three. But the night was still beckoning for me to explore, and so I took a slow drive to Victoria Harbour after dropping everyone off at home.
The night was bewitching, I tell you. I've come to the conclusion that despite the quietness and the could-have-beens (or could-be's) people perceived it to be, I actually think that Docklands is rather romantic.
It was great, just walking along the harbour at night. There wasn't anybody in sight. The waters were still. And lampposts stood like mushrooms as the night-sky casted its darkness across the floor.
I took some photos and talked to God. And thanked Him for everything He's done in my life.
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I can't seem to sleep tonight, I'm not sure why. Nothing which has turned into something is on my mind. I wish this restlessness would go away.
Comments (9)
beautiful photos.
great contrast.
really sharp.
a thousand apologies I could not make it to pancake parlour.
Posted by ant | June 23, 2007 9:42 AM
Posted on June 23, 2007 09:42
u went to port melbourne.
without me.
='(
Posted by brodie | June 23, 2007 6:35 PM
Posted on June 23, 2007 18:35
ant: thanks. and it's okay. you need your rest.
brodie: lydia didn't want to call you.
Posted by agung | June 23, 2007 9:55 PM
Posted on June 23, 2007 21:55
i knew it. she's always hated me.
Posted by brodie | June 24, 2007 12:54 AM
Posted on June 24, 2007 00:54
Yeah, great shots man. I must steal your camera+your brain when you're not looking. So hurry back to M'sia yeah.
Posted by Gary Chia | June 24, 2007 12:56 AM
Posted on June 24, 2007 00:56
oooooh. masakan dia sedap, ye? i wish i could just step out and be at the beach. hm. or mybe i could just have quiet time next to that little tree in my alleyway.
Posted by iris | June 24, 2007 2:07 AM
Posted on June 24, 2007 02:07
Br0dieee,
Dave and silas didnt wanna give u a call. I asked them 2ce n the car just went silent.
=D
Posted by Lydia | June 24, 2007 9:10 AM
Posted on June 24, 2007 09:10
erm... nice photos!
Posted by yvonne | June 24, 2007 12:12 PM
Posted on June 24, 2007 12:12
gary: no stealing. maybe a trade? i need help getting better grades in school.
iris: ee ee. memang sedap! your little tree rocks by the way. all 4 inches tall of it.
brodie: i don't know what lydia's talking about.
vonne: erm. thanks? :D
Posted by agung | June 24, 2007 6:22 PM
Posted on June 24, 2007 18:22