As a transient guest, it was one of my dreams to lodge in the forests of Singapore; the questionable ones beside the busy highway, or the cryptic-into reservoirs past in cars. Home is steps that takes many walking, nights to silence and whistling winds. Yet properly installed and cosy inside. Like Mr Jelly. Why don't we make use of the limited space we have, non-liscensed land surveyors to choose where we want to live if everyone flock in flats?
P.S. Fifth floor garden rooftop, Crystal Jade Golden Palace tries to fit a childhood fancy.
