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.
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!
What comes to mind when you think of Christmas? Santa, mistletoes or maybe eggnog? How about unicorns and monsoons? Well, that’s how we roll during the Christmas season in Singapore.
Instead of taking family photos nestled around the Christmas tree, we prefer shots with mythological creatures…
…and in questionably obscene poses…
…while wearing makeup fit for ladies of the night.
Even the manliest among us can’t resist snapping a shot of the elusive pink-haired unicorn.
In fact, everyone of us is memorized by the shimmery lights and copious pink balls.
So we must scurry to our sacred malls for safety…
And that, boys and girls, is the story of Christmas in Singapore.