Singapore

Stopped over in Singapore recently while travelling through to Shanghai, 12 hours, sufficient to venture out and mingle and get a brief taste of the city country. We arrived at 5:30am Singapore time, and after trudging bleary eyed out of the plane, headed for City hall. As it was early yet and a Saturday, the streets were largely deserted but for a few industrial workmen finalising the roads for the F1 tournament to be held in Singapore in one week time. The air was hot and dense with moisture, almost as if you could wring water from it, a product of the deliberate forest fires that the government had systematically lit to reclaim land for development. Walking rather blindly, we saw a ferris wheel in the distance, and decided to make that our destination...meandering towards it everything was lush, green, reds, yellows, vibrant colours at every turn. The mamoth ferris wheel is meant to be the largest to date in the world, a contraption of metallic bolts and steel, and glass pods from which to view the city. Even when standing some distance off, I was unable to capture it in entirity with my camera.
We managed to secure a pod for ourselves, and looking down on the sleeping city sprawled beneath our feet.....I was simultaneously impressed and indifferent....by the bay littered with cargo liners docked at port, the mass construction ...the golden domed temples in the distance...the skyscrappers that are endemic in every modern city....somehow it nevertheless felt too clean, too sterile, too planned.

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lazy sunday mornings

I love lazy sunday mornings. Waking up naturally. A slow breakfast with sufficient time to savour every morsel. A gentle light filtering in from the windows warming the room. Perfection ~

Old love

Was hurrying during my lunch break today, and as I was crossing a busy city street I saw an old couple walking in front of me. They were walking slowly in that shuffling gait that the elderly seem to commonly adopt, an old man and an old woman. Dressed modestly, their clothing was threadbare though neatly pressed. Slowly gingerly they shuffled forwards, the old man carefully directing the old woman, holding hands tightly, gently, tenderly, as if it was the two of them against the world...It was a touching sight, and added warmth to an otherwise cool spring afternoon.

Old songs and old memories

While I was updating my song library today, I uncovered in a forlorn CD case an old compilation that I had created in 2005 creatively named "Assorted Mix August 05", without much expectation and no anticipation, I impulsively placed it into my computer...and the melodies that rang out swept me off my feet, the memories that flooded back at the sound of those old songs that I had long forgotten but used to played repeatedly over and over again, it was like a siren call, instant, irresistable.... pulling me back to a younger, less self assured, less wordly self....to long hours pouring over uni books and assignments...innocence...frivolous loves and mild obsessions over anime and a tall tanned boy, persimmons and white writing paper and questions like what is the meaning of life...