Dropzone...
London, New York, Singapore. If I had a free choice, where would I settle? For now? For the future? What would be my deciding factors? The big-questions, the small answers? I don't know. Can we build upon stereo-types to inform our choices? Can I say "New Yorkers are... whilst the British are...and therefore..."? Would anything like that make sense or be a fair judge?
I don't know. Too many questions, too many factors. In a way, jumping off the plane of life, the wind guiding my parachute right back to Singapore for the next 6 years makes the above frustrations mere hypothetical scrabble. My landing spot has been determined by other forces. I'll just land and fight till I achieve my objective (which I have to find out).
I'll fight on until I get my next chance to stand at the door awaiting a new drop zone. Where the winds of chance and opportunity will take me, amen.
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The morning I didn't know what crashed into my Head...
Muffins, coffee. Gorilla coffee. Oh damn! I still have so many more stamps needed on my loyalkty card to get my free 10th.
It is raining in Brooklyn. Just on the morning I escape from the office-desk entrapment. Wet mops of hair, my favourite Brooklyn coffee place. I will miss it dearly. Red lights, the therepeutic coffee breeze.
Electronic squeezes, big-question taunts, what-if pressures. I'm wading in a drugged morning, a drugged life. I don't know what crashed into my head this morning.
Toilet door swings open, good-looking Brooklynites.
I'm still here...my head hurts.
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Sunday's Brookyln Life. Missing it.
Prospect Parl. Brooklyn's Central Parl; Manhattanites may disagree. The Sunday sun has brought the amiable crowd to Park Slope; frisbees, writers, football, little boys on kites, clouds, bikes, families...Its so difficult to get a picture to capture the moments.
Sitting here gives me a better idea of how I'll like to spend weekends a few years along. Look, there's the little girl unsure of where to go, ball bigger-than-her-head in hand. Possibly, slightly further away from the weekends of corporate-ads overload; green, blue, white, children's laughter would be nice.
I guess one wants to escape the buttons, clicks, wires, glares, bitching, screens of the weekdays; real nice cappucino please, instead of instant-coffee at the office's pantry.
I don't want to go.
But I do go. McCarren Park, Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Parts of New York you never, I never, saw in the movies: warehouses, factories, empty graffitti streets. Can't ever trust hollywood or american tv can you? But I got down to 3 hours of football with the newly formed Vampire Squirrels FC. We then went for a pint, English-style.
Then it was time go home.
I don't want to go. I didn't want to. But I did.
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we think too little;
question too little,
be cynical too much.
worse, being cynical
without thinking why.
all pictures in this entry are courtesy of deviantart.com
Uncle T
Blue skies. Blue uniforms. The UN. Distinguished or extinguised?
Blue skies. Blue uniforms. The UN. Distinguished or extinguised?
Shapes of the New York Financial District
The peacock that has our eyes glued to the Box; "Friends", "Heroes", "The Office"...
Was television the invention that revolutionised or cripple human communication? Either way, this made a good picture.
Big Bro watching? Really? How'd know he ain't takin' no nap?
Big Yellow Taxi. Symbol of New York I saw only on TV. Now, its like an invasion.
I thought Picadilly Circus was "wow". Times Square was "wooooooahhhhhhhh....."
Abandoned? Or standing watch?
