uncanny valley

singapore is my city-version of the uncanny valley.

there are a lot of things similar to hong kong - the G2000 shop, the andy lau advertisement, the mango billboard.

but there are small differences. the people on the streets look like the people i'd see in hong kong from afar, but one longer look reveals i'm definitely not in hong kong. the hairstyle. the walking gait. even the oil shine on the skin, probably just from the warm weather.

and it somehow makes it all the more alien to me. so familiar, yet different that it's weirdly discomforting.

i sometimes realize i'm such a creature of habit. so i guess, all the more important it is to somehow train myself to have better habits.

6 weeks vs 1 week

one would think that having not written for so long, i would be brimming with things that i'd like to expound on.

somehow, that doesn't quite happen.

as i must have reminded myself a million times, 6 weeks to get in shape, 1 week to get out of shape.

maybe that applies to the mind as well.

like the 5k run i did this morning, getting back in shape sucks.

but it has to be done.

who's first?

given the choice, do you help the people who has everything taken away, or you help those who never had anything in the first place?