What's up?

If you had the fortune of being around Lorong 29, Geylang, about three hours ago, you might have looked up and saw a pair of legs dangling down from the top balcony of one of the buildings. That pair of legs was not, I repeat, not, the reason for any of the following events:

  1. A concerned citizen in the building opposite calling the police to report a potential suicide
  2. An unrelated passerby from the street below coming upstairs to make sure there was no suicide potentially taking place
  3. Police arriving on the scene to investigate
  4. Yours truly, disappearing really rather quickly.

I was not, I repeat, not the owner of those legs, and I was not sitting on the balcony ledge listening to Zbigniew Preislaw and Vivaldi for two hours, watching the surge and flow of cars far below, watching the clouded night sky swallow the city lights, and ruminating idly about the monumental fragility of my existence. No, sir, policeman, sir.