There are some thoughts in me that are just screaming out to be written down, but due to their serious nature I have put it off time and again; it's nothing banal, it's not about the gf (that's going fine and dandy), neither is it about photography or music, its more like how in recent weeks, I have been really happy and satisfied with my life, and yet I have come to realize how my current lifestyle, well my family's lifestyle, the lifestyle of my peers and their families, its all built upon the inequality. What a bloody fucking unequal world, and we are blessed because it is so ( Thank Lee Kuan Yew, thank Goh Keng Swee, thank the PAP). Unequal terms of trade. Give me some specifics you say, show me exactly how that is so, well I have got that all thought out through but somehow its not something I want to put down, now that's a contradiction, you say, what a contradictory fella he is, after all I did mention that it's screaming out to be written down. It's too difficult to write down, I haven't the stamina for it, but think about it this way, a rice farmer in Myanmar will have to work for 2 years working the fields to accumulate what I earn in a month. Last Saturday, I spent $17.60 on a CF card and $24 on a drybox for my dad's Dslr and as I walked out of Sim Lim square, at the traffic light, an old man was pushing a pile of cardboard boxes set on a rickety trolley, slowly, sweating and breathing in the toxic fumes of the traffic whizzing past, and in my heart, I felt a deep sense of guilt, for my $17.60 CF card and the $24 drybox and for my inability to alleviate his plight.