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Give Me One Reason
Tracy Chapman & Eric Clapton



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Monday, May 5, 2008
shock & surprise | 1:48 PM

I heard about the ratrace of life but I have never experienced it until I was caught up in the morning rush hour at Raffles Place MRT at 850am - yes, while most of you were in examination madness. I mean, I was packed body to body with the masses from the moment I stepped into the train and found slight respite only when I moved out of the flow to snap the following 2 pictures.


All you hear around you is the clicking of high heels and men's leather shoes on marble floor all perfectly synchronised like the operations of a factory line. The smell of leather (thankfully not human sweat because it was, afterall, the beginning of a work day) from shoes and hand/ sling bags stung my nose now and then. I was probably the only person dressed in tee-shirt, shorts and a pair of sandals. The whole experience was so surreal.

I decided to drop by the hawker centre for breakfast. The prices are real affordable compared to that in food courts. After walking around the place, I settled a bowl of fish ball noodles.

While most of the human `rats' would have settled themselves in cubicles and behind desks, it is sad that dogs are not permitted in hawker centres unlike other countries.
This was the reason why I had risked my life in the mad morning squeeze. Well, the free things in life do come with a price. More later!
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