memories whose only function had been to leave behind nothing but memories

Hey Dear,

It's been 2 days in Singapore and yesterday I had to stay most of the time at NTU sorting out and checking the gallery requirements. Then in the evening had a good performance near Beach Road and I remembered this place, this was near the Thai restaurant mall where we ate, also near where we took the bus to Malaysia. I remember those times I had so much dreams about you, and wrote them even - i have a record with me over the years. Today I went all over town and checked out places where I could find a cabinet for my installation, eventually I ended up in places that looked familiar, chinatown, etc then ending up in a new place, near bukit timah, near the horse tracks, horse city which is now an international school -- met up with a new friend, a french lady who has been living in singapore for 15 years. She has a nice studio set up there working with kids to do art and science, Denisa's friend. She showed me this really non-descript place which was a junk shop, a place filled with all sorts of objects, the place where Singaporean history objects come to die or await judgement, a place where they decay and wait for judgement from people - either to be discarded to be found. I found this place and found an old chinese medicine cabinet. I doubt many people in Singapore know about this place, I will take photos again tomorrow when I am back. But it's amazing, you would have loved it. A place where discarded things go and be forgotten. How come I wondered, we've never figured out this place. Then eventually, night fell, my friend dropped me off where I could get a bus to clementi. Everything's all too strange and familiar at the same time. Almost a lot of places tied up to memories of you. Remember I've spent a lot of time here with you over the years -- the last being 2010. I have strange feelings coming over me, both reminiscing, both trying to remember memories long distant, and then I had to go home. On my way home, I had to catch the bus before the route ended, just like what we did before to save up on money. Realizing how boring it is now, that I just go home to Ken's place, I mean I had to work and prepare for things today's gig and for the exhibition. I remember vividly how I wished I would go home with you and then we'd be together. But I guess this is just me being sentimental, a strange feeling, a flood gate of memories slowly coming back. Man, those were the days huh? It feels surreal every day I spent here, guess who I met randomly when I was performing the first night? Kirsten. It was such a long time haha, it was just randomly I saw her in the street with her friends then she went to my gig. Then luis, then kai, then everyone who I knew from before. It was a nice time, but at the same time it felt very "post happening" -- like of course time has moved on, people have changed, memories will just be memories. Sometimes I wonder what happens next. It's going to be even stranger when my new lover comes to visit me in Singapore, she's part of the tour - a new thing, I don't know yet but she's an old friend who I just saw with a new set of eyes then we connected. She knows about you of course, back in Manila all my good friends knew you. But I guess all I'm saying here is I do miss you all of a sudden, and somehow I know you're alright. Good night kiss.