Just one day.
Wake up in the morning and make breakfast. Fluffy hot pancakes with Greek yoghurt, fistful of walnuts, fresh pears diced up into little cubes, drizzled in real maple syrup from Canada.Read the paper from cover to cover while cupping my hands around a piping hot skim latte. No, make that a mocha.
Rollerblade around Centennial Park against the winter morning air. Bathe in the sun and picnick by the lake. A glass of red; good pita, sundried tomato dip and Italian olives. Falafel and Greek salad. White grapes. Lindt Intense Orange. Marvel at how well dark chocolate and red wine go together.
Lie in the sun and finish reading Catch 22. Laugh out loud when I get to a funny part.
Spend the afternoon at Kinokuniya. Bury myself in a maze of fiction, cookbooks, coffee table books, art books, travel books, Italian and French phrasebooks... pick out the perfect book for a birthday gift. Think of something witty to write on the inside cover. Spend an hour picking out a card at the QVB card shop.
Take a contemp jazz class at Sydney Dance Company. Stroll down the Rocks, awestruck by Sydney Harbour at sunset. Walk past the hole-in-the-wall French patisserie and reminisce dreamily about Paris.
Come home and make chirashi sushi, spontaneously thrown together with the carrot, egg and avocado in the fridge. Lots of Japanese ginger and wasabi, sprinkle of black sesame. Quick game of Scrabble over dinner.
Curl up with a woolen throw and finish watching Hitch over sips of green tea. Laugh out loud when I get to a funny part.
Take a long bath and breathe in the candle scent of gardenias.
Think to myself, so this is what it's like to not have to worry about study every waking increment of my life.
Just one day. One?
posted by me. @ 2:27 PM
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