Moving Window with a View: Tanjong Pagar/ China Town

For some reason, I find that my daily commute have been the highlight of my day.

Tonight I'm riding a bus again, but this time taking a different route and stopping at some places.

The contrasting image of a high-end facade of towering builings and their sombre backalleys just behind each other really interests me. They're like different entities coexsisting with each other but the fact is they're not. They are the same, but still diffent. I feel like Batman walking in between the streets of Gotham.

Walking really makes me hungry, even if I just ate 2 hours before.

One of my favorite hobby is to stare at all cars passing by until all of them blended their colors and become one streak of different colors like a rainbow and the road will become two-toned of black and white and the street lamps become yellow dots and the whole scene looked like a long exposed shot painting. I know It's weird after realizing I've been at it in a few minutes, standing motionless but hey, each to each own yeah?

Needless to say, I'm a big fan of sssslllloooow shutter speed, and I like fast moving objects too much I make slow moving objects looks fast. Am I making sense?

The Thingey : Man Boobs

Yesterday I saw something when I looked down.

Cleavage

And it's not arousing at all.

I blame it to my lack of cooking skills and instant gratification of fried foods.

Moon Sightings and Other Thingeys

I grew up in a country where the sun sets at 5. Giving orange tainted skies which I grew to love. Where it is considered late if you go logged out of work with the giant billboards and neon signs lighted up and shining. I used to eat dinner at 7 with my family.

Now I work in a place where the sun sets at 7. I skip dinner most of the times. But somehow, admittedly I like whats out there. In this bustling city full of sky scrapers and 20-storey-apartments. The moon in daylight up in the blue sky is a welcome wonder. An exotic sight in an antiseptic city.

This is One of Those Thingeys

Un-officially this is my 7th will. ( I write them at least once a year when I can't think of anything to write about) As usual, I am just trying to copy/paste from my previous wills and snip some of details here and there. I wanted it to be dramatic but i'm not in the mood tonight, I'm feeling rather morbid instead. I wanted it to be long but I don't have lots of stuffs to leave to people and I only have a couple of people that I want to leave stuffs to.

I leave my gadgets to my siblings. My laptop to my Jess, my cellphone to Joyce, my digicam to Ann and.... oh that's basically it. Uhh, My clothes to an orphanage. I like the idea of helping people by giving them stuffs that I don't need anymore. I look generous instead of, well, dead. I'm not sure if an orphanage is willing to take clothes of a dead man but hey, it's the thought that counts. My books to a library, if ever they're interested in weird fantasy novels.

Anyhoo April is Cancer Awareness month. My granny died of cancer, I have an uncle who died of it, and last year a very close aunt succumed to it too.I'm not wishing of getting it but if its not skipping generation, better me than someone in my family. I think i'd have a better coping mechanism if ever and besides being bald looks good on me.

I keep looking for mistakes but never get to erase anything. So I guess thats it.

Freedom of Expression

No offence meant but i think this is a proof that we are closet racist.