Call me morbid, but I think the most peaceful places on earth can be found in cemeteries, unless you're one for superstition and believe in scary ghost stuff. Sometimes I like to take long walks, so today I was walking back home from Potong Pasir and I walked past what was once the Sri Bidadari Cemetery [ex-cemeteries are also counted unless they have been developed into something unrecognisable as what it once was] and the light and warmth of the morning sun transformed the gentle sloping green mounds of the cemetery grounds, the old trees, and crooked gravel footpaths into pure tranquility. It reminded me of London's Hyde Park, although not quite as majestic, but nice and green enough. I wish I had a camera to capture the moment that represented something un-Singapore-like. The graves have all since been moved and it won't be long before the government decides to develop this last remaining piece of calm and serenity into yet another concrete world in their bid to squeeze as many people as they can into this already overpopulated tiny red dot [Just something lame that hit me - Singapore is planet earth's pimple].