I am officially a working adult now. When you see hoardes of people streaming out of the mrt, the ubiquitous morning and evening peak hour crowds pushing, shoving and stepping on everyone's toes, look a bit harder, and you might just spot me, lacquered with nonchalance and sardonic indifference in the midst of it all.
My holidays have reached the end of the line. Thailand, Bali, Melbourne, and now back in Singapore. I have taken the plane for a grand total of 6 times for the past 2 months, and i won't even begin to count the long-haul train, bus and car rides. Maybe it is also this flurry of transits that has made me so stoned. For some strange reasons, there was an absence of the usual bitterness and tired resignation when I finally landed in Singapore 2 days ago. It was with a bizarre kind of detachment that I observed the civil airport crews, the polished facade of the airport, the unmistakable hokkien banters of the taxi drivers, and of course, the all too familiar, stupid ERP gantries. I felt like a mere observer, stopping by yet another port of disembarkation.
Melbourne was awesome. We visited the Blue Dandenongs, rode on the Puffing Billy, went to Warrook cattle farm, played with sheperd dogs and milked a cow, and then saw little penguins coming back to shore at Phillip Island.
Maybe when I feel like it I will post some pictures. But for now, let me tread carefully on the ice of this newfound calm, and in this little zen bubble accidentally created, float along.
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