Slow down, slow down.

Growing up in Singapore, undoubtedly its one of the safest place to live in. You can go out in the middle of the night without afraid of getting mugged/kidnapped/raped, there's always shops open 24 hours (e.g. Mustafa?) to ensure you always have something to do. But its also cause of living in singapore that we tend to move too fast. Our society is too fast-paced and we think we must catch up to not be left behind. But perhaps being left behind may not be that bad after all?

Everything is at such a fast accelerating pace. People rush everywhere, maybe sometimes just too used to walking fast. Even when we may not even have a destination to go in mind, we still tend to 'rush'. No aims/goals in mind, but we unconsciously keep moving, keep walking. Cause thats what we do, thats what we're taught to do, thats what we're supposed to do and last of all, thats what everyone does. 

Because of this, we tend to miss out on, what should I call it, life's little details, maybe? Small details that may not been much at the point, yet if we had slowed down, perhaps we would learn to appreciate things more, enjoy things more, think more. We could have slowed down and looked around at our surroundings. Be more sensitive and notice more. Maybe then we would take note of these seemingly insignificant details which may actually mean a lot or teach us a lot. Invaluable lessons that can't be taught in school. We fail to take notice of our surroundings. We neglect our environment. And because of this, we may be missing out on life's greatest stuffs.

We've forgotten to slow down to enjoy the process. The process of life?

Time to slow down.

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On a ligher note, pictures from EKKA 2013 this year. 

(btw, this also marks one year since I switched url to daisyponies.)

Yes, such carnivals that you always see in movies (e.g. the one in the Notebook rmb??) actually exist!! Yay! Hahahhahaha! Definitely an experience. Except that I dont really enjoy the part where I watch boys winning big fluffy stuff toys for their girls who are at the side smiling till their mouth is gonna drop and squealing with delight while I stand at the side trying to convince myself that it would be much cheaper to go outside to buy a stuff toy for myself since those games are a big rip-off. Pfft. Sense any SLIGHT (???) tinge of jealousy here? HAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA. But its definitely quite funny. Not everyone has such an experience like me!