OH shit. I really really miss Singapore and I want to go back, like now. Back to Takashimaya and orchard and bukit timah and jalan besar and mee goreng on sentosa and shopping at kallang and taking the mrt everywhere. shitshitshit.

North South East West

An old girl am I
Wear my grandmother's pearls girl, am I
Been all over the world kind of girl
Looked in every nook and cranny,
been down the winding streets only
lonely

In the South,
was a Mexican mistress
she awaited my return
to hear my stories of gold

through the gulleys, children roared
while machines played ring-around-the-rosey.
Not a pocket full of posies, had I
Only a handful of sorrows
and now it was all told.

So I hitched my sack and bid farewell,
kissed my mistress to make it last.
Turned my eyes against the sun
I heard, overhead
the call of
The North -
what more to be said?

Such a varied landscape,
The North:
from East to West
or East, West?
or West. East.
all of nature seems the same to me
and for some silence in mind,
I forsake society.

Travel the road,
the craggly rocks,
kindly now, like an old man's smile,
plenty of tooth, but
no life and I whisper,
grateful, grateful even...
to be alive.

- Remnants of the essence and wisps of a poem I dreamt