Fri night/Sat morning city

I wonder whether people think about where they are going, not where to go tomorrow, or later, but where are we going, doing the things we are doing? I found this quote somewhere by Douglas Adams: “I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”


Not only needed, but love too. Doing Sociology makes me feel this way, doesn't matter that nobody buys our "we can do many things" answer. Like what Alvin said, they think we're going to end up being Social Workers because...I have no idea why. Maybe because the prefix sounds the same?

Sometimes, the night feels comforting, like tonight. It was windy, the kind of wind that sends hair whipping faces, Josh Groban crooned on the radio, and we wined down the windows. Snapped photographs of this night Singapore landscape, ubiquitous HDB flats that remind me of Twelve Story scenes, not in a depressing way, but in a picturesque way. Cars drive faster in this early hour, people are more laid back, snuggled up on carpets and cushions over early morning conversations and the air smells of fruity shisha, a little smoky and that is good too-in this slight haziness, everyone is less uptight, doesn’t quite feel like Singapore.