(viii) It's all about big and deep

I don't want to sound shallow, but it's all about big and deep for me. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the foreplay; the titivating view from above, tantalising shapes and depths to be explored for the first time.

The anticipation, the expectation, framed with a little performance anxiety. It has been a while, more through opportunity than choice. I just hope I remember how the equipment works - would hate to let the others down.

Nothing beats that feeling when you jump straight in and get wet for the first time. I take a moment to familiarise myself before diving a little deeper. Keeping my breathing steady to ensure longevity.

I memorise every image to toy with and savour later. A feeling builds as I sink deeper and deeper. I know my buddy feels it too, it's clear in the way her body relaxes, waves of pleasure overtaking us.

I'm nearing my limit. I try to focus on anything else, control my breathing, relax myself.

I never feel complete unless...

...unless

My vision blurs, but through the murky depths I see the smile I've been waiting for. The beautiful, natural grin that makes my day perfect. I inhale deeply with uncontrolled fulfilment.

No dive is complete without a shark sighting.

(vi) Repurposed water villages

That first tickle of sunshine on a Winter's skin.

It just teases happiness to the surface.


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Kampung Ayer. 'Water Village' cast in the river ways of Brunei bay. Actually 28 villages. The wooden Venice. A shantytown on stilts.

The very fabric of Kampung is repurposed. Each wooden panel speaks of different intention. A life changed. Adapted. Cycled anew. Shabby, not chic; yet beautiful, rising from a sewage bed of fair stagnant water.

The perfect place for ticky-it.
You're it.
Try to catch me.
You will see,
planks that bend and walkways
lead to watery ends.
A hasty foot
brings 10 foot drop.
See me, see me now,
but catch me not shalt thou.

I play hide and seek. I lose myself aplenty.

A wooden stilted Mosque, a school even a fire station. Satellite dishes abound, each juxtaposed less appropriately than the last. Every village holds identities that both define and integrate. Except one. A Sultan's gift. A government project. Kampung Boliak smacks of 1973. Council regeneration. Each property identical. Designed. Intended. Soulless. As I turned square corners of terraced sameness, my only surprise was to find no pebble dash.

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Just had a can of Yeo's Grass Jelly drink.

The lawn freshness was quite appealing.

The jellied globules less so.

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Turns out the fire station doesn't count. Part built on stilts, part on land.

Can't risk the water fairies getting wet now can we...

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