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I'm not a city lover but there is something about the night skyline of a city that captivates me so quietly. And this seems to happen no matter where I am. I remember once I was staying in an apartment in Hongkong, one situated above a shopping mall and overlooking several layers of highways or we call it flyovers here. I couldn't sleep and didn't really want to watch TV, so I look out of the window and was captivated by the familiarity in that unfamiliarity. Sounds paradoxical? Well, I'm not trying to be profound or doing a word play here. But simply, it is a feeling that I can't find proper words to describe or is it even an emotion that I'm feeling? I'm not exactly sure about it. But the night skyline soothes me for the first few nights in a unfamiliar place. The lights, the seemingly ceaseless traffics event till late nights, the quiet sound of traffic, the speed, the road lamps seems to lit up like stars in the dark sky. The tall buildings still brightly lit, the residential homes that seems so filled with activity still. And most of all, it leads me to something familiar; home. It reminds me of times at home after work, eating dinner, watching Tv, taking a shower, talks on daily happenings. Did I miss home so much that I seems to see these familiar routines in those homes that still brightly lit up across where I stay? Maybe. I must say it's comforting.

Well what inspires this post was my journey home earlier across a flyover that oversee a beautiful skyline of Singapore, especially with the new garden by the bay. I was impressed by the design of the garden in the city and the diversity it carefully designed, though perhaps not so naturally placed together. The art science museum, the flyer, the casino, the club on a floating platform, the park and hotel. It's so beautiful that despite the fact that I have passed by that flyover several times and was pretty engaged reading a book, I just had to look up and marvel at that grandeur of the night skyline. The lights of the architectures that accentuates the beauty. Somehow the moment reminds me of my gratitude for being a citizen of this place each time before the plane landed on this home ground. No matter how nice it is to be somewhere else for holiday or work. The moments that perhaps I seldom share with anyone; it's a moment of excitement just before the planes touches down and the sight of Changi Airport, the clear night sky, the lined trees, the brightness of the lamps along the road side. It's at this moment, that I'm so glad that I'm home and proud to be here. For all its flaws, there is something so unique about this small island. Or perhaps it's simply because it's home.