今天是第一次夜跑。真是难以置信，南洋的夜晚，美丽，神秘，湿润，安静。黄色、粉色、鸡蛋花绽放着，后面不知道什么味道的花香。没有人的东海岸，温暖的、湿润的、清爽凉快的夜晚。

我问自己：can this great city be built entirely by the Chinese? Incredible. 又是对中国人三个字产生兴趣的一天。

and as it gets closer to midnight, people drifting away, boutique shops, white dresses behind showcases, beautiful flowers appearing formless inside florists, shadowy corners, shining glass windows of churches, bars, chic restaurants, street food stalls, convenient stores, people crouching in the corner, sitting behindthe quiet metro station, trotting down the busy lane, young men and women apparently on a date, Malaysian, Indians, and White Europeans, and of course, Chinese.

frangipani, yellow or pink, late night spaghetti, take-away or dine-in, coconut cream, pineapples, or durian smelling street. Catholic churches, a Hindu temple, or a house of rich families. Poor people, too, are part of this picture.

Poodles, gyms, stylish ladies. Salary men, housewives, or high school girls practicing dancing.

You can see a lot of things on a night jog. And the night is soft, warm, moist and soothing.