there’s somethin in the water.

submerged.

At rest. 

neatly tucked away.

the ebb and flow of each wave, a passive current moving, warding away stagnancy. 

the velvet seabed moist and soft, so fine grains of sand moulded into mellow streaks, curving and winding uniformly with the water.

Tufts of dark green, red, brown puffs, dancing along, seaweed rocking to the rhythm of the gleaming water. 

Two purple tinged arms, mischievously peeking out from under a tangled bundle of green, its silhouette unclear, blurred by the ripples of the water.

There was a huge prod.

It shoved me a couple of inches, startling me from my rest. 

The seaweed I strategically rested under now lay in the wrong position, limp and flat.

There it was again!! Another prod, stronger, more curious this time.

A grip on my arm dragged me away from my little cove- I was suddenly and unpleasantly exposed. 

Was it poisonous? 

Does it bite? 

A cautious tug on the purple arm revealed the rest-the exotic blend of yellow colour and purple dots of its rough, star shaped body. 

How rare of an occurrence! How pretty a creature! Let’s pick it up.

I felt another grip, tighter around my body now.

I felt the pressure drop and the sensation of ascension.. I was cruelly lifted, up, up and out.

The air stung me, the wind hit me painfully, the sun burned, its unforgiving rays no longer softened by the water. Breathing was not an option.

I scooped myself in, conserving as much water as possible, desperately sucking on the nearest object that was remotely moist. I was running out of time.

My body was tossed and turned, and I was becoming deliriously dry. I was running out of time.

The tangled bundle of green looked especially empty without its inhabitant underneath.

Gently but firmly, three purple tinged arms tucked back underneath the seaweed, leaving two peeking mischievously out. Its silhouette began to blur once again with the ripples of the water.

*no starfish were harmed in the taking of this photo and the making of this blog post. She was returned back to her original hiding place, still alive and sucking after a few minutes of photo taking. Animal cruelty and removal from habitat is not recommended.

Ion (eye on) the Sky

Singapore; an exuberant concrete jungle.

As we ascended rapidly from the 4th floor to the 55th floor in the safety of a stylish black lift, I swallowed hard, releasing the pressure from my eardrums. 

And suddenly, Singapore became so small, appearing so tame.

For a place that usually throbs with a sort of feverish, busy vibe, and where tall, skyscraper-like buildings cave over pedestrians walking along the streets, viewing Singapore from 55 storeys above was a real change in perspective.

Located centrally in Ion shopping centre along Orchard Road, Ion Sky is a rooftop viewing platform, free for all to visit and appreciate. 

It was picturesque. Like a giant pop up card, one could view the gist of everything- the city skyline, buildings, clouds, but what I really enjoyed was looking closely at minute details.

55 storeys up allowed me to appreciate the intricate shapes and architecture of each building, every twist and turn of grey asphalt roads elaborately painted with road markings, like patterned snakes weaving through an urban jungle.

I was able to see the trees, congruously staining the entire metropolis with various shades of green. Cars sailed along roads with uniformity, and pepole were scattered everywhere, autonomously moving in desired directions. 

I saw areas of construction- dull patches of brown dust and equipment, wedged between regions of buildings like an awkward transition before the reveal of something greater, a work in progress.

The city could be viewed from every direction, and every glimpse of the same view carried something different that was unnoticed before. 

And that is truly the ever changing Singapore.