Island Pass - Lost Jurong

No pass.

That evening, I found the original pass—wedged between my car seat and the console. I held it for a long time, turning it over in my fingers. A piece of laminated plastic. And yet, without it, Jurong Island might as well have been on the other side of the world. lost jurong island pass

No blue-and-white ID card. No magnetic strip. No photo taken seven years ago, when I first started working at the petrochemical complex. Just an empty clip and the cold sweat of realization. No pass

I had lost my Jurong Island pass.