A random trishaw ride out of nowhere. Sets one appreciating the simplicity of life amidst the hustle bustle of everything. Work; relationships; Chingay; Grand Prix; incompetent government planning. To feel the wind rustling through your hair as you glide through space, not even designated road lanes and cars can come in your way. You feel like a little queen in her little private carriage. Just you, your partner in crime next to you, and the trishaw rider. And you wonder how he's traversed so much of his life and he still faces the same issues you do. A nice little sweet man working by night for that little extra cash, talking about dodgy pubs. Singapore is a pretty place by night. (Note: pretty, not beautiful) Some of the lights and decorations bring a twinkle to your eye. The rest are just ghastly. But why, why the constant need to compete and prove its worth? Just be happy with what/who you are and what you have. No wonder its spawn don't fall far from that tediously competitive tree.

But the pretty bright lights dim out the beautiful luminescent stars of light years gone by.