Of the riot of colors and umbrellas outside the schools at midday
Of the exact decade ago when i entered RI
Of the normal sucky weather of Singapore (it finally rained today, a decent local thunderstorm instead of a chinese monsoon, guess the weather is back to boring normal)
Of Moove Media that disappeared after the blaring bugle call that was its launch.
Of the scrawny kids at HDB void decks, in singlets and slippers.
Of the bare walls and cold staircases.
Of the squeaky swings in the playground in the narrow abandoned grass patch sandwiched by the ugly kitchen side of the HDB blocks, how enticing.
Of the glitter casino forever on the other shore.
Of the simple folk and banglas on the promenade dressed in their best shirts, face aglowing in the aftermath of the fireworks firing in the other direction.
Of the things I see and do not see.
Of Love with a capital L, a big start and a small end.
Of God be with ye, which is Goodbye, which perhaps i will refrain from using furthermore.
Of a broken down driving centre car.
Of a amk macdonald's that blooms in the night, like the lilies in the pond two hundred paces away
Of the casuarinas in the HCJC driveway.
Of the whites and blues and dark blues running around inside.

this is who i am