Brainstorming Creativity

I'M MISSING MY CHILDHOOD would now need to stand for the earlier in the day slipped from mind. Thick & fast they had passed for some reason on that particular day, a little battering, truth to tell. Tamil lad here footing West on Geylang, other side of the columns on the walkway and caught in the last stride. Language in any case would have made an exchange tricky; perhaps in this instance outside chance something might have been possible. These guys missed their families back home; it was a given. In the text mssgs to their Indo & Filipina girlfriends there was always missing to-and-fro. Missing, missing. You could count on it. And child too universal now. The concept here of course was more Western, much more than anywhere a young chap like that hailed from. Little harking back to the sweet, carefree days of innocence for his kind. (Although on that subject worthy of mention was the young boy at Tekka yesterday coming up to the lift holding mummy's hand. Just at the point of passing, the little mite looked up smilingly, suddenly turned the hand he held in his own, and planted a smacking kiss on its back. You saw it! Right before your eyes.) One could imagine that item produced during brainstorming in Delhi or HK. Even Dhaka or Ho Chi Min. The other case earlier that same afternoon was something else again. On the 67 at the upper end of Jalan Besar—Big Road—a chap in green along by the stores there had borne on the rear of his own tee or polo the remarkable, never seen before, bold, blindingly lightning-streak-white COGNISANT. Cognisant. Walking among us middle of the day, confident and tall. Proud as punch. No need scratch the scone for that one trying to recall the like on these streets here, or anywhere else one had ever ventured. Cognisant like never before across the journey of life, eyes peeled throughout. Not a snow flake’s chance in hell that one slipping by. Fit for embossing on a shield carried into war on distant shores. Indian most likely; dark. Possibly Malay. Twisting round and ducking to try to catch the front made that ID problematic. Some kind of two-three letter pair of anagrams high on the right pectoral. IT? Fintech? Security? It was a unique, muscular copywriting purveyed in these parts, Sing in particular. Sing was like nowhere else on the planet with the main force forcing of the adopted tongue. 

Singapore 2011-23