On the last day of the September holidays, I went on the Singapore flyer.

It was really scary at first, but after a while you get used to it. I crawled to the glass door, where if you imagine, it would seem like there's no door at all, and you could fall down to the dazzling city below.

The cars look like ants with Christmas tree lights. They zoomed around the highways, all the Hondas, Toyotas, Porsches and Jaguars looking equally minute and insignificant. The buildings were solid beams of light into the sky, blinking their various insignias.

Somewhere, in this confusing whizz of lights and shapes, I can't help but wonder, where are you?

So there sat I, at the height of heights, wondering.