Writing this post on the move because it’s late and I think by the time I get back I would be too tired to write in time.
I used to write on the train to work. It was a nice way to get some creative words out of me in the morning. I’d write about transit in Singapore, and my feelings about it.
I probably wouldn’t be able to write about things the same way again. I feel like my writing needs to have a point of learning or something. Like this post is about how I learnt that I wanted a bit more meaning in my posts.
On my way to work today, I heard the sound of beeping, and I honestly thought it was a bomb about to go off. No one else in the whole train even flinched. I kept glancing all over and no one even cared. It was wild.
Nothing in Singapore really excites Singaporeans. Maybe a sale, a long queue, food, or financial injustice.
But a bomb? Nah, it must be an alarm of some sort.
I don’t think that’s right, especially after National Day. Our independence was hard earned, and I sincerely agree with that nationalistic sentiment.
So when the beeping was going off, I angled myself, prime to move to be Clarice’s cover on either side. I gotta protect the people I love and especially if Clarice is next to me.
Gotta be ready to move.
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