Was walking around, without any particular destination in mind.. Then heard this loud commotion of aunties at the bus stop even with my earpiece on. They were like "ching ching mo bo sho shing bei ah and so on, followed by na bei, wei woi uncle? oi oi oi then again "ching shing chong mo bo sho ah bei bla bla kapoot (- damn irritating xia) in some harsh dialect that i only can understand na bei..

Despite my mind being occupied, i decided to turn around and look at what was the fuss all about and i saw an indian old man with the whole of his left arm stuck in between the doors of the sbs bus.

I stood rooted to the ground for a moment in disbelief, i thought they were shooting a movie or something.. Then my next immediate action was to run to help the poor man being dragged (thanks to scdf training i guess..) The aunties were still ching shing shong away sitting down looking at the feat while trying to get the driver's attention. And then was like ahh~ ah- boy bla bla and uncle ok ok? wen the uncle was out of danger. In my mind it goes "you aunties call him uncle? You aunties are not much younger xia.." Ha.

Even after the whole thing was done and the old man was fine on the outside, yeap checked for signs of broken bones and consciousness.. He is ok.. Hope he is.. And the aunties were still shing shong shong away.. Bloody hell drama over still so noisy.. So i walked away..

Ended up at a particularly familiar place at the kallang riverside park from esplanade... A place where i can find solitude,peace and tranquility, a place where i have been sitting reminiscing and thinking for some time now and then, when the mood and time is right.. Today was just right....

And it has a great view too.. Been aspiring to stay there for some time now too.. Photo from camera phone, not so nice...

On my way home, looked outside the window, everything was dark. I could see my own face reflected against it. "what’s wrong with a face like mine? maybe Im just tired and need more sleep. Mum always say you look older if you sleep less.. Ha..

And the highways to me are one lonely place where your body is moving with the motion in the car, your heart is left behind somewhere in the darkness and the nerves that hold the two together get pulled harder and harder. Further and tighter that it feels like its going to snap any moment. Just by looking out the window of the cab.

A mind that thinks too much...