This weekend has passed and I have achieved little meaning in it.

Life has reached its staged of monotone and lost its meaning to me. I happened to see a prostitute at orchard towers as I was walking pass with my friends. She came out seemingly happy at someone/something, in an extremely revealing top with jeans. I couldn't help but notice that her right breast was three quarters exposed.

It shocked me.

It wasn't the added information that my friends say 'she' was actually a 'he'. Rather, it was the "debase-ness" of it all. After passing orchard towers, I took a glance back. And it was really, the metaphorical "four floors of whores" starting from the ground floor up.

And I wondered how could society continue with all these vice, as we walked.

A police raid took place across the road, the 'post-mortem' part was going on.

I quote of a song, Green fields of france.

"The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man"

I would think, The countless papers and files in mute witness stand, To man's blind indifference to his sin.