DV colour sound 5min. Singapore/Malaysia 2004


Singapore has no railway of its own. Only the Tanjong Pagar Railway station, which is owned by our neighbour and also umbilically connects us to them. It is always reassuring whenever I come back from a long overseas trip and pass by it on a bus; it is the same old building, same broken clock. Inside the same ticket counter, same moneychanger and still the same platforms since I was a child. In this trip, my mother came with me to Kuala Lumpur. It was an intimate time we spent with each other not knowing when we will next meet.


With these thoughts in mind, the film looks at both the interior and exterior of the train car, sometimes existing together in reflections. Scenes from the windows pass through plains, trees, train stops, commuters, conductors, roads, traffic, towns and villages of Malaysia before we arrive at the familiar skyline of Kuala Lumpur.