Draco

So today whilst walking the path from the MRT to office, I realised two things of great import:

1. Damn early ah. (sorry alex.)
1b. I probably could've squirmed out of this meeting, why didn't i? who was i trying to impress?
1c. Actually this is a super crucial philosophical meeting about the meaning of life (well, ok, the purpose of my division) which would probably have some sort of ramifications (3) on me if i came back to the same place later.

2. The fine for smoking in the MRT STATION is $1000 and $5000 for carrying flammable liquids or gasses.
2b. I never really felt these were too draconian or uncalled for because i never was ever restricted in my actions by them (since i don't smoke, or carry flammable liquids, and certainly not both at the same time), but that's a lousy gut feeling way of measuring if a law is too draconian. And when the day comes, and i get charged for smoking in an MRT, and i complain "wah, the fine so expensive, how i know?!" it will be too late.