  Hour 2235. i was sitting at the backbench of my bus home, looking straight along the walkway and vision spilled onto the road lighted in orange. it is an image of familiarity. bus was moving in regular momentum... i was in trance-like state. the girl next to me was a malay, but it din raise my cultural indifference. despite the blackness at the backdrop, despite that the bus was moving along past cemetries, i recalled safety. a sense of faith. the bus has never failed to bring me home. and that is the fruit of our nation-building. Happy birthday, Singapore! 
