Typically SIngapopre

Doors Closing

(Imagine yourself boarding an MRT train)
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The doors shut and I
closed my eyes, opened my senses

Drank the music from the white apple
Drowned out the motion

To fill the time and
distance, between
North and South

Moving from
office to home
instant coffee to (a name of a homemade food)

Moving closer
to the gal's smiling face or
the wife, a life's possession,
sitting atop a table, still and patient.
dustlessly clean.
waiting for the fingers to turn her ON
but she knows (she has a 160GB memory, and ??Ram)
that soon as new models come
she would make her exit.

Exit. People come and go.
Through the those

doors.
Exits or Entrances?

people come and go.

Like the thoughts that float free
while the body is locked in space
In this [crowded] train/MRT

Doors, they
close and open.

Days, they close
and open too.

each cycle an illusion
brings me back to where I was before
(or so I believe)

School.Office.Home. Each day
Educaton. Good Job. Money
wife.
the white apple. A cool phone. A new gadget. But

the closing doors, with each
cycle, they bring me closer
to where I wana be. even

if I have to leave the "where"
again,

I would patiently
wait. And close my eyes.
Drink the music.
Free my thoughts. To

move closer
to where I

will (not want)
to be.

Old Friends, Lasting Memories

This trip to Singapore was short, but I am glad I am able to see people whose friendships I treasure. And even if those meetings were for a short while, I am thankful that they happened.



Huishan, reading the memo on Maldives trip. She was on a 2 day transit to Singapore! (Although she lives here.)


It has been close to 4 years since I last saw Absy. I think it was sheer chance that I met him while he was on transit in Singapore.

Home

It has been a year since I had last been home.

This isn't the first time that I was coming home after such a long time, nor it is going to be the last.

Registering the changes and similarities of home.

13 bottles of liquer lined up, neatly on the kitchen counter. Indicating how much my brothers had grown, and the trust between him and my parents.

How I am able to effortlessly find the button -12- in the lift.
How I could take a bottle out of the fridge, do a 180degree turn to place it on the kitchen counter and use my right leg to kick the fridge door close, all in the span of a second.

No place like home. (:


This is an Xmas souvenir I left on the door handle last year. It hasn't moved at all.