Hairy Beach

There is definitely less beach on Sentosa. And more construction.

Baby Zayed, in his free time, likes to look at the sky outside, or speak (in Standard Baby) to the air-con unit at our master bedroom. To help him get a life and to also dump his shorn hair into the ocean, we decided to go to Sentosa. [The non-familiar among you may wonder - what "dump shorn hair?" It is a tradition in my quarters to release the shorn hair of a new born into the sea. Why or why not, I don't know. Maybe it's to signify that the baby's first hair shall be "one with the Earth"? I don't know. All I know is that when you're older, your shorn hair gets stepped on and mixed with other hairs, and eventually swept up and disposed of at the barber shop, and picked up and dumped some more by Sembwaste.] Anyway, to all the environmentally mental folks out there - relax. It's not like I'm dumping crude oil into the sea or something. It's just 50 grammes of baby hair that will split up into millions of indivisible pieces.

Moving on. So we went to Sentosa, during the trip where Zayed promptly slept, like he usually does, boring fellow. We saw the construction of the IRs, where, in a few years' time, Zayed would chill out with his adolescent friends playing pool. (And not do other 'bad' things.) The whole place looked dug-out, it was amazing.

I also noticed and finally articulated in my mind something that I consider rather freaky in Sentosa. It is the presence of strange-looking speakers all over the island which play some in-house music all the time. They look like land mines and cameras all at once. They freak me out because they give a Big Brother look to Sentosa.

Freaky Object Emedded in Ground. Yikes.

We eventually reached the crowded Siloso beach, where my wife was asked to pay to experience the breeze. I mean, come on lah beb. You build the bloody bar/restaurant right in the smack of the beach where the wind comes in nicely, and you put nice tables and chairs by the beach, but you won't let people sit unless they buy an overpriced Coke from you? Hallo friend. Whatever happened to the beach culture, which includes scantily-clad folk and some hospitality?

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The hair dissipated almost instantly. Job done.

Zayed tried his best to look interested in the scenery, but failed miserably. He only woke up at Coffeebean to demand his own non-ice blended Similac.

Wife enjoyed herself, she practising a more outdoor lifestyle these days, after the grind of the weekday indoor routine of bathing and feeding and rocking Zayed. A good prelude to her first-ever Mother's day today.

I'm just happy the family got to lepak a bit at the nexus of the sun, the sand and the sea.

The beach (duh)

"I like to sleep, even when Dad tells me that the beach is beautiful."