now into collecting postcards

Let's see what's new. In the past week, I guess you could say a handful of events happened. Some of which may be trivial as compared to others... I got owned at my hand at Street Fighter 4(I officially fear Dhalsim, the yoga master), received a pile of homework(once you've worn green, anything else will sound good), turned into an uncle(congratulations to Don and Jovyna and welcome, Jayden!) and finally gathered enough willpower to push me through gym sessions(I rest fer about 5 to 10 minutes between static and cardio workouts, hopefully, that's enough to avoid any physical failure, touch wood).

Wow, I sure as hell summarise too damn well. Now I have nothing else to say. Except 2 public matters at hand.

Don't worry, it's got nothing to do with US presidency or local culprits committing arson on other living things.

Today, I was strolling in the crazy wind along Raffles' Place to drop by on my girlfriend at the salon while blowing my sweat and wiping my sweat on 2 separate tissues and not at the same time, I didn't notice any dustbins stationed around the consecutive flow of buildings. Now, I know with the new smoking law, I can assume the government is trying to discourage any break in this rule by removing ashtrays but have organizations stopped to think about non-smoking civilians with dirty paper napkins that render their hands full if that were actually the case? However, that's not the point I'm trying to get across. The point is that I surprisingly realised that there was no form of litter anywhere around. Like. WHOA. Let's be a little honest with ourselves here. We all know Singapore has rigidly maintained her image of being an environmentally clean and green society but we can't avoid the fact that there are obviously some of us(not me, seriously, and I really just wanna say MOST but I don't wanna exaggerate) that just go, "oops, the tissue flew away, oh well, someone will clean it up". I can come up with reasons to back up my theory of such a clean business district. 1, the cleaners have been instructed to thoroughly comb through every bench and bush fer anything that is not related in colour to the bench or bush so as to create a sense of beauty to the sight of potential expatriates or visiting foreign investors. 2, the office workers are so busy working in their cubicles that they don't even have time to step out fer a kit-kat. Or 3, which is possibly the most unlikely in my opinion, civilians in that central really are civil about it. Perhaps it actually is true. I've heard that no matter how small a place is, even fer Singapore, different kinds of people hail from different districts. This should explain why an area like Raffles with no dustbins will still stay clean and somewhere like my condominium will still have chicken wings and clumps of paper lying all over even though there's a dustbin every 50 metres.

Another thing I would like to bring up is just out of curiosity. Why are all security guards old men? Call me ignorant fer being oblivious to whatever policies they've established but my idea of security is the type they have in bars and clubs where they're definitely getting it right. I'm disclaiming any prejudice against aged males... It's just that I don't think it's a very reliable force fer this line of work. Armies send gentlemen of their 20s to the frontlines and these employers are expecting a bunch of unfit uniforms to prevent a stand-off at a shopping mall, school, or private estate. Yeah, like a buncha drunkards are gonna cost more trouble than people risking national security. I'm also not pointing out that they should switch the night scene bouncers with security guards, I'm suggesting common sense among employers. I find it very contradicting. To put it in a way that almost everyone can understand, the closest reference I can give is 300, the movie. Unless you still have a body of ripping muscles at that age, yer ability to defend will remain a failed fact.

PS: I confess to running amber lights continuously. I know it's a bad habit. And I will try not to drive at highway speed around the neighbourhood anymore. Although it's still awesome.