alas.

trumpets and trombones in the afternoons. long, melancholy tunes. that's what i've been hearing every couple of days, for 2 weeks.

trumpets + trombones + long, melancholy tunes= ?

i wondered, no, i really wondered, why there were funeral processions going on every couple of days. are there really that many people dying in singapore recently? so how many have died already?

today, i heard it again.

what a depressing neighbourhood, i thought.

i looked out my window. a carpark away stood a secondary school. i've always known we lived near one for the 6 months that i've lived here, but i never knew we were that close to it.

and then it hit me. ah, yes.
SYF must be coming.

the world is bright again.