Saturday, November 24, 2012





It was just a few weeks back when I had the pleasure to be amongst the clouds, and closer to the sun, on a plane to Singapore. The trip didn't come without nostalgia, as I'd already been there before. There was a certain familiarity in being there, and I liked it-- the familiar heat, the familiar rush that goes with crossing the busy streets, and of course, the familiar sights. Somehow it sort of didn't feel like I was a tourist anymore. Rather, it simply felt as if I'd bumped into a good friend that I haven't seen in a while, and we just picked up where we left off. You realize that nothing much has really changed, and that they're still the person that you knew a year before.