Looking

Looking.

Thats the flavour of this picture.

In the grandeur of things

I kept looking for the smaller detail.

This is very private

because i see nothing

but the patch of sand i am looking.

Thats me in the picture of nothingness

So thats a moment in time that belonged to me. Bought a ticket to an island and then dump all the stuff mentally away for a while and looked into the sea and listen just to the waves.

So this photo tells us that. But it tells a story of sadness when looking back you really wish you can hold on to this moment when ever you want and not get back to reality.

But reality has got to come. And it is just sad because I bought a ticket to an island knowing I would have a hard time coming back to reality. Was it a ticket of happiness or sadness that I am buying.

Every trip to escape buys another period of looking at a picture like this and sigh the sadness of life living in a city working for a job waiting for a pay for maybe a few decades and then finally die.

So thats it. Need to go thru the post holiday thing again. Hope to recover soon from it. And hope i can rethink about how my life should be going.

MRT seats

MRT seats seems to be comfortable 10 years back.

Nowadays i get into the MRT i only seat when there is 3 empty seats in a row.

And i would sit in the centre.

I think the seats are getting smaller as shoulders touch shoulders

I hate the feeling and i feel intruded.

Sometimes i see people sitting across me showing me the same feeling.

MRT seats. it is really a nuisance.

I rather stand as i feel freeier.

I rather give up my seat for some other.

I think it is not because the seats got smaller.

Just that i got bigger.