A quiet moment.

How often is it that you get to see Suntec City being so empty? Was taken a couple of weeks ago during one of the week day nights.


I was sitting along the water, just enjoying the serene setting around me. The sunset in the distant, the calm water at my feet. What I see is not the busy buzz of cars and people in the busy streets of everyday, but familes and loved ones taking time off the busy life to bask in the beauty of nature. And for that moment, I actually freed my mind. Allowing the mind to exercise a litte, to flow without constraints. To let some of the darkest corner basked in that little bit of sun rays in the distant.


Father and the little daughter in hand, explaining to her the difference the the body of water and an ocean. That chinese family there trying to put to painting that sunset. Mummy telling his boy what to emphasize in the painting, the shadings and shadows which are essential. That couple that just exit the car and strolled down the path hand in hand, having a quiet moment by themselves after a long day at work.


Many a time I have thought of the other possible life that I may have otherwise be born into. However my understanding is that everything in life is something unique that no one else in this world have share with you. How you choose to live it, or even see it, will determine this storybook.


O beautiful stranger, You and I, we are all but just passerby in this busy street called LIFE. The instance that we locked eyes, are barely that few seconds. Passing you by, I don't know if I will ever get to see you again. You are no doubt one of those, that have left a deep permanent imprint in me. You cannot write my story and neither can I for you. Whether or not we are the main characters, I cannot tell. No doubt the event is short, but like the colourful fireworks, the beauty is eternal. Thank you for the guest appearence in my story, O beautiful stranger.