Backalleys.

For some inexplicable reason, I really need to retell the story of my journey through this backalley near my house.

I like to explore the new neighbourhood that I'm living in. Lots and lots of big houses, landed property, expensive cars, the upper-crust of society rubbish. Funny thing is, I rarely see anyone at all. Just lots of big houses, landed property, expensive cars. No one but maids in the houses, no drivers in the cars. Where do these people go? How come they spend so much on a fancy house and never seem to stay in it?

Alright, enough extravagence. And back to my story.

So I was exploring the new area, because I wanted to buy milk, and I needed to find a new way of getting to the shophouses without having to pass by my house first, because it really didn't make any sense to go home first.

So I landed up in this alley. Where the first thing I saw was a a white cat. That jumped 2 metres into a house. That was some mad shit. Then, stunned from the amazing flying cat, I didn't really see where I was walking. There were these fruits that had dropped on the ground there, and I was just going to step over them, when this gigantic insect flew into another house. It was as big as my palm. Which was very big indeed, considering the size of my palm. Yup, maybe the houses were built there for animals and insects to jump into them.

Okay. That's all.