round midnight

the crazy
I looked at my watch and it was shortly after midnight. One of us suggested leaving the car behind. We looked at each other, exchanging nervous smiles before moving on in the humid Singapore night. We naturally bunched together as we approached the entrance.

It was just a small parting in the thick tropical foliage, the entrance to the forest beyond. Someone suggested turning back, but before we knew it, we stepped in and could not even see the person in front. It was total darkness.

Our eyes started to get used to seeing in the dark.But all we made out were odd shapes that stared at us. We carefully dodged hanging branches and uneven ground. All we heard was the nightsong of the forest and our nervous attempts to make conversation as we pressed on. We were determined to get there because there was no turning back.

Then we saw it. As we made the turn, we saw it shimmer amidst the dense darkness around. The water edge. The reflection of the surrounding forest on the water seemed to create another world, undiscovered. But it was beautiful as Lower Pierce Reservoir seemed to light the end of the dark forest tunnel that seemed to go on for ages.

Funny. But we then started talking about the use of Latin in the Catholic Church.


since old days
The 5 of us met up for supper. Josephians that go way back. In fact, it has been 2.5 years since I last saw Daniel. It was nice. After the prata shop closed at midnight, we decided to head off somewhere else. Somehow, it led us to deciding to talk a maniac walk through the broadwalk trail at Lower Pierce past midnight.

Somehow the talk on Latin and the Catholic church lasted us the walk back to the car. We then headed to Kenn's poolside to talk over drinks, laughing enough to make lights turn on in the apartment block at 2am.

It was nice. Simple, raw fun. Fun that you don't have to hold back on. Fun that you find with old friends.

Thank you dear friends. I'm off, once again. A bientot, Singapore.


Uncle T