Everyday he sat at that same spot,
leaning against the grimy pillar,
avoiding eye contact with passersby.
Despite never making a sound, his presence was always felt.
There was an evident torment in his eyes.
Was it regret? Guilt?
What caused this man such deep anguish?
I shall never know.
Although I do not know what troubles him, I can somehow relate.
For we all have demons buried within us.
Some are just better than others at hiding them.
Water engulfed the pavement.
Lighting bolts rained down upon him.
The deep boom reverberated off his bones.
Yet to no avail.
He continued pounding the pavement.
The roar of his feet rivaling only that of the mighty thunder.
Now drenched from head to toe,
he sat down.
With the raging torrent streaming down his face,
he closed his eyes; consumed in the moment.
Finally, he unraveled his legs and lay upon the concrete.
The rain climbed ever higher, seeping into his ears.
Eventually the water had reached his cheeks, grazing his lips
Yet he remained still.
He seemed unfazed despite the imminent danger.
He took a deep breath. And in one last rush, the waves washed over him.
And he vanished.
China is infamous for its poorly translated signposts, but Singapore also has its share of funny signs. Check out the following examples.
The first one is from the brilliant minds at Burger King. Their idea of promoting the BK BLK Long Chicken sandwich was to affix a rubber chicken with a mouth resembling a blowup doll next to the text: “It’s crazy-looooong!” “Made to last” and “7-inch buns.” I’d expect this kind of copy in a pop-up male-enhancement ad, not on a fast-food promotion.
The second one is an under maintenance sign for a urinal that read, “Please don’t shoot me.” I wonder how many guys relieved themselves on that wall before they had to put this sign up.
For this final sign, I’m not even going to posit its meaning. If you know, please fill me in.
Have you seen any funny signs lately? Tell me about it in the Comments section.
This video evokes fond childhood memories performing death-defying maneuvers on my Huffy bike.
It’s great to see the next generation of thrill seekers willingly wrecking their bodies in exchange for cheap thrills.
Every month an outdoor market appears in my neighborhood, drowning the area in techno dance beats and the scent of fried. This, my friends, is the Toa Payoh outdoor market in all its splendor.
I’ll just leave you with this one. Enjoy!