The red light district

Did I mention that I work in the red light district of Singapore. Well, it happens that the office which I work at is situated in a nearby industrial park, just one "Lorong" from where all the action is.

The Geylang "Lorong"s, are truely colourful. The main street is littered with purple and green neonlight bilboards. Everything you can find here. Islamic Mosque, Tibetan Temple, Chinese Temple, shops, coffee shops, best supper stalls, beef hor fun, you tiao and "dao-hwuay" (soya bean curd) & "dao-nee"(soya bean milk)

Everything in it's own array of mess. Then there are the smaller and darker "One-way" roads that ly perpendicuar to the main street, and sectioning the area into "Lorong"s 1 to 23.

Red light district it is, as day and night you find a scene of sexly dressed girls fluttering around, uniquely blended into the backdrop of layed-back shophouses.

Dream House

I have a dream house. I dreamt about it just last night. It looks like the second storey of perhaps an old shophouse, elongated space and large windows with off-white wooden frames that's now barely covered since the old paint had fallen with time. It was an empty house. Only the greenish concrete floor, the high white ceilings, long parallel walls and soft sunlight through the closed windows. It was raining. Water seeped through the base section of the wooden frame. The wood was moist and with moss. I walked towards the window, the tiny streams of rainwater reached my feet. It was serene and romantic.

I've always thought my dream house would be one by the beach, stepping onto soft white sand and sea breeze in my face.

Year 2007

Tomorrow I will start my new job as an Exhibition Executive. On the day I signed my offer letter, they told me I should start preparing for a trip to Dehli end of this month to help out at the trade show and conference that was on. Told me all that I would need, black suit and shoes, and passed me the visa application form.

Even though the other terms of this job isn't fantastic. I thought I would give it a serious tryout. I couldn't turn down my excitement.

We partied out 48 hrs this New Year Countdown at Al's. No sweaty stampede parties at Zouk, Expo or Sentosa. Just warm cosy house parties with friends. Nice.

2007 has started in peace. Above all, the poor gal who had her count down in hospital is recovering well. :)

For myself, there's a subtle heartbeat in life that I start to hear and recognise. Doing things, loving things. Underlying everything, spontaneous or routine, there's a rhythm of peace within. And there's something more than the self that's important. The people that I've met, the experiences that I've shared, people that love me, people that I love.

Everything is in place, where they need to be, as it is, the good and the bad.
The beautiful perfect plan.