...because someone asked me to update.

Maybe I won't go
into the mountain climbing part.
Maybe I'll remember the steep uphill climb,
the blisters and the
stubbed toenail
later.

But now
to imprint the smile of that girl
wrapped around a motorbike
that lady with the blue tudung
gentle curve of her mouth
the roaring flame of the gas cooker
the sea of red meshing with blue
fierce drumbeats
two hands clapping as one
music
Bacchus to the ears.

here
understanding is not important
we are not
swallowed by cosmopolitan life
highways recede,
become railway tracks of life
rivers
slices of heaven
handed to us in a pair of brown hands
one with the earth.

perhaps
we do not need
merely need to open our ears
this happiness
really hear.
because it is.

---By Yue Lin 'Ayam07'
For the people of the village of Dabong, though it is unlikely they will ever read this.

Written at the train station; a poor attempt to remember their kindness and keep that community spirit close to my heart, because when I was there, I felt that I could truly give up Singapore, with all its material trappings, for a life like theirs.

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

The above quote from e e cummings is there because I'm bad at saying things; thus my pen on paper will have to suffice.

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