at the hawker centre

• Saw a man going round begging money. Then I saw him order soft drink and lighting up cigarette at an empty table. =_="
  How contrasting it was when I saw Bangladesh workers working hard and eating plain rice + curry sauce for lunch at the void deck.


• A guy brought his dog into the hawker centre. I told myself it was the ingredient for the claypot dog meat.


• Old aunties keeping a close eye on aluminium cans. They keep coming back to ask if you have finished your can's content, very much like 冤魂 (spirit)
  Luckily I don't usually order canned drinks. Spared.


• Cleaner pushed the trolley to beside my table, threw the other table's soup bowl into the tray. On impact the soup flew out and landed on my table, together with the saliva of the one who ate that bowl-of-whatever-it-was. Conservation of mass and linear momentum proven. What goes in must come out...