Saw a man, not Singaporean, paid for curry puffs at old chang kee this afternoon with coins from a fat wallet filled with other things than dollar notes (the cashier was a little impatient as it took him a while to dig out he coins with one finger). He added chili sauce to curry puffs. Another overreacting script about foreigners and curry and our identity? Thought about 19th century, of years that seem to have nothing to do with us, 1848 1870... Of Asia. Old chang kee is now 1.40 per puff. Read ignorant comments about race and how precious vehicles with flashlights are. Heard channel news asia news reader with educated accent addressing an injured or dead worker from Bangladesh as gentleman. I didn't know we are so polite. Read someone stupid but fortunate to say time-to-leave -the -country, as for the rest, think of the time to wake up for work tomorrow. 

Since last week, the daily encounter with digging and construction sites, neon colours reflective stripes, and helmuts, looking into the hole they dug on the road, breeding mosquitoes, I told a taxi-driver it is money they are digging for those who signed contracts for develpoment. I did not say corrupt. Since last week, I thought of a picture, a painting of them gathering around the hole looking down pensively at the hole, all of them are thinkers not workers anymore. Facing away from the viewers since they are mostly faceless.

Idle hands, for a fist, a middle finger from a hand that refuses work and forget the money home. 

I thought about friends near the area. I thought of friends now with expensive holiday overseas. I though about people who went overseas for low paying jobs, not an expat in HongKong or Shanghai. I recall now the myth of them being really rich when they reach their hometown after a few years. Long queue at the remittance, so old shopping mall permits them gathering outside, a woman intimate with two man, not because they are sharing an umbrella but the wait, three-person in bed, slippers and shirts not how a designer  friend defines cut, I wish to think like a self-gratifying Nietzchean with a general disdain towards humanity.

Another group behind the truck