Photo randoms

Hello all, I was looking through my phone camera and thought a few of them deserve a space in the cyber world. 

Not owning a car in KL has its advantages. Things don't whiz past me. I get to take pictures. My mind has time to wander. 

Here are some pictures taken on my trips to everywhere. And the nonsensical thoughts that ensue.

This abandoned, broken bike has been here months, definitely for a while before I started walking this route. Too battered to have been stolen. I think an accident happened. The rider killed.

It says in smaller print: UNAUTHORISED PARKING WILL BE TOLL AWAY. Mind your Engrish. 

Did she get fed up of her heels getting planted in the ground and just kick them off? Or was there a struggle before she got pulled into the kidnapper's van?

Two days later and I'm still thinking about these red shoes. Were they my size? And if they were, would I wear them or would I be too creeped out about the kidnapped girl? 

How... hypocritical... 

In the parking lot. My guess is that the owner didn't think that that snapping sound was this coming off his car. 

Our public transport is filthy. This is one of the cleaner buses by RapidKL. Metrobuses are covered in 10 years' worth of grime and disease and people's boogers. 

This is on the way to viewing a condo at Metropolitan Square. I could tell I was going to be disappointed with what I would be seeing from the curtains on the windows along the way. The 'curtains' were made out of random pieces of cloth, newspapers, posters... And the unit I'd visited had dead baby cockroaches on the floor. 

On the pedestrian bridge I cross twice a day - once on the way to work and once on the way back - there is a skinny mother with a child that is always sleeping in her lap. They weren't there when I saw this, but I thought this might be his. Or it might've been anyone else's. Should I have picked it up to give it to them when I saw them again? I left it there in case someone came back to look for it. 

The man next to me - a foreign national, with a bleeding thumb. I thought about giving him the plaster in my handbag, but didn't think it would be of much use - his thumb bled too quickly. He got off at KLCC. 

This is the pedestrian bridge with the abandoned plastic doll, on a different day. In its place was a one-legged man, with his prosthetic propped up next to his head. When he awakes, he will sit right in the middle of the middle of the path, like a toll collector. But people will ignore him as they brush past him anyway.