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Saturday, October 14, 2006

Lately I've been having dizzy spells. They don't usually last long, but in that split second, the world starts to swim, and everything around you seems to have turned upside down. It kinda reminds me of waking up after they shot me with ketamine when I went to the hospital the other time. It's the same feeling, just less pronounced. The fatal effects of studying. Ha.

So, the annual haze pandemic has hit Singapore once again. It was quite nice, I thought; calmed, I felt. But that's, of course, before it started to turn nasty into a stinging acrid smog. It took awhile for me to recognise that familiar smell, when the haze first settled. The heavy air. There was something lingering that I couldn't pick up, like it was trying to fish out a hidden memory. Then, as if it was always there, the memories resurfaced. Of primary school days, hopscotch, spelling tests and PE lessons. The evocative power of your sense of smell. I believe the happenings of this year will also weave itself onto the haze, to be fished out again like pulling an anchor out of water when it visits again next year.

Till then.

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writing at 11:25 AM