Oh.

Friday evenings are tender and orange when there is the weekend to look forward to. This week has been such a hectic rush, walls and floors blend together in an acceptable way. The Friday crowd is always happy and everyone is walking different ways, smiling, holding different conversations. I realized on the crowded bus ride how here they are, fellow Singaporeans I am reading about, studying dutifully, writing papers, finding journals, researching about. It is a muted ride, I listen to these same recycled songs and I cannot hear any sound beyond this inner concentric world of mp3 songs. Here we are, all together, squeezed in on this evening ride to different destinations. Each day, we talk about the society and its different aspects. And suddenly, on a slow bus ride, I am reminded oh this is how society looks like.