So, I’m Alive.

Does aerodynamics apply under water? What actually happens in an aqua landing? The metal nose would crumple up like a plastic cup as it hits the deep blue. Yellow puffs of lifejackets would trickle out of its tiny holes, if it could. The afternoon sea would seep its way into bones, wrapping itself around muscles and nerves with its icy hands till hearts are numbed from pain. This inflight entertainment was brought to you by 2 hours of staring into space, courtesy of my morbid imagination.

In other words, I’m alive! Once again I’ve escaped the jaws of having my death turned into mere statistics by doing the heroic thing of doing absolutely nothing at all!… like all the other functional socially-adjusted human beings out there.

I’m back. This is all too surreal as if I am living two very separate and different lives. I feel like a superspy! *whoosh!* A friend once said, there’s a difference in visiting a place as a tourist and living in that very same city. You’ll see its surface best in the former, carefully curated facts preserved under a plexiglass. But in the second instance the city would pull you in, grab you by the ankles if you will, and it’ll show you its most grotesque and its most beautiful features.

Tonight I’ll probably feel the same hollowness as the first night back in Singapore with empty walls of a very dusty house echoing the silence in my head. I know better now, I think.

It’s good to be back. The fried chicken here is better.