Same old; life is a goldmine filled with creatures begging for picks. They continue to plead for mercy, shunning the lonely tools glistening on the petty floor, and nonchalantly blaming the ignoramus-the other blind souls. How can the once-perfect creatures, crafted in the image and likeness of God, have turned so rusty and fragile? The failure to meet eyes with lower tides that can propel us skywards; the insistence on finding salvation in bottomless pits.

The euphemisms that mask the truth are only representative of the shame that cannot be placed into words. Either the severity of the situation would have been diminished, or we tarnish the reputation of Language for ever.

And going back to the story of the day.. when fate brought me to its crossroads lingering (along with other wafts) outside the toilet of Junction 8. Standing rooted with eyes half-shut, a family with kids shuffling (hehe) knocked over a public phone and the receiver toppled off the stand. Pretentiously chiding her child, the mother of two sneaked off indifferently into the toilet and I cringed. Contortion of disgust and a ball of rage.

And then I new a social experiment just commenced. The population was definitely not in the low but something else was-the quality of Singaporean society. So much for being rated as the 2nd coolest country; should we credit this achievement to the cold attitude we carry higher than other national prides?

I waited and I waited... It was just a gentle wait outside the toilet but the wait was endless; a true killer. I was almost ready to initiate the change but...

That one man; he stood out from the crowds. It wasn't his color (though it was starkly different) but his inner beauty. He took my stereotypes apart and ripped it; incinerated it as though it were camp all over again.

And today the perturbing question is: