Probably someone on their way home from getting the new iphone.
Saw a few of these stickers along Crown Street, near Central. Wondered about the intention, motive, contexts?
For a moment, I imagined him to be a character stepped out from the pages of a fairy tale.
A whimsical wizard, the all-knowing magician, or perhaps a wise old prophet.
Just because I saw the back of his long, braided grey hair.
Imagination is a wonderful thing.
It’s Fathers’ Day here today. Just another thing I only knew recently.
With a piercing battle cry, I saw the sweet little girl in pink frocks slam her balloon down on the little boy’s head. I thought I felt the ground shake with the tremor of her might and force. A deadening “THUD” was heard as the balloon landed on the turf of boyish hair.
The tough warrior, unfazed by the attack, stood his ground. He readied his weapon and gathered momentum. In a split second, he had executed a flawless motion of his own, swinging the balloon attached to the end of his stick, aiming at the little girl’s undefended side.
Revenge was complete. And the warriors, having completed a cycle of you-hit-me-I-hit-you, ran away, shrieking in laughter.
I stood rooted to the spot for a few seconds more.
Children and balloons are certainly not forces to be reckoned with.
Swing sets in the middle of the CBD… who would have imagined them there?
But there they were, in their full glory, ready props for us to swing and snap to our hearts’ content.
Said the Durian to the Tree
If only you could see,
How difficult it is to be me-
To meet up to expectations
I never thought of reaching,
To satisfy desires
I never thought fulfilling.
These humans that put us here,
What actually do they want?
Amidst all their lofty ideals,
What will they save when it comes to the crunch?