Montage

Why are there windows in the lift lobby? I do not understand.
They want to block out the wind, the rain drops, and maybe inadvertently block out the sunny mood.
They want to prevent falling over the rail, dropping off the high-rise, and maybe by the way curbing the "free fall of waste".
They want to shut out the noise, the singing at night, and maybe the humming of the "Eldoweiss" by some shower-room guys.
I do not understand.
I just cannot put my arms on the rails anymore, a habitual movement of mine while waiting for the lift to rise or plunge.

The mini-garden in front of the hostel canteen is eye-catching.
I walk past it every day in the morning. It piques my appetite for breakfast.
"It's such a fortune to live here." My words never change.
So does the garden with her overflowing greenness and the buzzing of the morning bees.
" Walk faster, watch out for the bees."
I whisk past the mini-garden and hide the bun under my sleeve.

Casserole for refreshment, not a too-bad choice.
My sister avoids that stubbornly.
Too oily.
I don't like its taste mixing with the flavour of my toothpaste.
Mint and slaky flour.
What a combination.
So I avoid it, too.

Campus is too quiet in the holidays.
Is it still alive?
"I see green...I, see, yellow, I see black and I see brown." I sang this when I learnt about colours.
"I see teachers...I, see, pupil, I see you and I will smile." I hummed this when I saw people.
But where are the souls?
No dread though. It will abuzz with life 25 days later.
......
Who comes out with that countdown to "the new term".
"MACHINE~"
"Oooo."

Distilled water is 100% safe.
No ions. No salts. No flavour.
Why is Singapore so fond of it?
Anyone who reads Chemistry carefully tends to ask the question.
It is easy to produce. My answer.
Ultrafiltration and reverse osmosis. Standard procedures.
You can use it to wash wounds, too.

"Trophy" is the buzzword in the world of wealth.
Not as the "main course", but as an accessory.
It means "skinny beauty".
The fact is that every billionnaire cannot live without a trophy in his house.
No as the mistress, but as a playmate.
This is what fiction says, especially modern classic.
I genuinely hope it is not true.

When the air-con is on, I feel so "freezed" so I bring along a coat.
Dark turquoise makes me feel warmer, as it is the colour of the sea algae.
It is the colour of the Russian forests, too.
So I say,"I bring along a 'Russia'."
Then I feel "warmed".
When the air-con is off, like now, I feel "heated".
No perspiration, though. Just stuffy.
But why? In China I feel "roasted" in summer.
Even the willow-mat can scald me and I have to turn around every ten minutes to prevent being "cooked".
That is, to be cooked on the other side...

My mail-box is inevitably full.
There are no junk mails, but too many to be tended to.
So I let it run wild.
Sometimes I will trim it, that is, when I label all the "unbrowsed" as "browsed".
Not an effective method, but an efficient one indeed.
But I know what they need is a reply~
So I give a long-distance call.

Adults and adults-in-formation hate "baby font".
That is why we generally stick to Times New Roman in documents or Arial in blogging.
I like notes in baby font...
They keep me reading.
And they expose a young heart.