today i went to esplanade to check out the new year decor with the family. less tristan.
it was the first time i actually jumped into the mud with all the other people with nothing better to do than try to asphyxiate each other.
it will be the last as well, cause i hated every second of it.
we reached the countdown area at around 11.45. i stood around watching my wrist-chrono tick my youth away. it seemed to me that every person there only came alive in the last ten seconds of the countdown. at the strike of 12 there was a pitiful display of firecrackers, and then the hordes of people lay down and died at the end of it.
where's the festive excitement? everybody was either fighting or cursing, trying to be the first to get to the car park so they could be the first to leave the place. why didn't they just do the fucking countdown in the car in that case? or do it at home? i felt the urge to scream "FUCK THIS SHIT" just to see the reactions of the people immediately around me. yeah i was that bored.
it was the first time i actually jumped into the mud with all the other people with nothing better to do than try to asphyxiate each other.
it will be the last as well, cause i hated every second of it.
we reached the countdown area at around 11.45. i stood around watching my wrist-chrono tick my youth away. it seemed to me that every person there only came alive in the last ten seconds of the countdown. at the strike of 12 there was a pitiful display of firecrackers, and then the hordes of people lay down and died at the end of it.
where's the festive excitement? everybody was either fighting or cursing, trying to be the first to get to the car park so they could be the first to leave the place. why didn't they just do the fucking countdown in the car in that case? or do it at home? i felt the urge to scream "FUCK THIS SHIT" just to see the reactions of the people immediately around me. yeah i was that bored.
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the only light moments were artificially created by renne and me, just to entertain ourselves.
mum: why's everybody lining up just to go see the displays? let's cross the barriers!
me: who knows.. this is singapore leh, i wouldn't be surprised if we need to pay to get in.
renne: are you kidding? this is singapore leh, if we need to pay you think there'd be so many people trying to get in?
me: ha ha! you're right! it must be free!
also...
me: no! go away!
mum: take it la, we might need it later.
renne: be careful hor, my camera strap's very expensive one hor.
me: who knows.. this is singapore leh, i wouldn't be surprised if we need to pay to get in.
renne: are you kidding? this is singapore leh, if we need to pay you think there'd be so many people trying to get in?
me: ha ha! you're right! it must be free!
also...
renne was leaving to go find tristan...
renne: you want to take the camera?me: no! go away!
mum: take it la, we might need it later.
renne: be careful hor, my camera strap's very expensive one hor.
camera strap indeed.
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everyone who tries to forward chain mails to me should know this.
those messages die when they reach me.
i have just disproved every single one of them. i am not dead. i have not had a million years of bad luck. i have not been visited by sadako or anybody from monsters inc. i have not grown a second head or third eyelid. my sex and sexual orientation have not changed. in short nothing those chain mails claimed would happen has happened to me.
and i do not believe in forwarded well-wishing messages either. please don't send messages if you didn't think it up yourself. seriously, dude, that's so plastic. it's like trying to pass two silicone bowls off as a pair of boobs.
disclaimer: i'm not directing this at anybody in particular, so don't take it personally. the post's title is me vs the world for godssakes.
those messages die when they reach me.
i have just disproved every single one of them. i am not dead. i have not had a million years of bad luck. i have not been visited by sadako or anybody from monsters inc. i have not grown a second head or third eyelid. my sex and sexual orientation have not changed. in short nothing those chain mails claimed would happen has happened to me.
and i do not believe in forwarded well-wishing messages either. please don't send messages if you didn't think it up yourself. seriously, dude, that's so plastic. it's like trying to pass two silicone bowls off as a pair of boobs.
disclaimer: i'm not directing this at anybody in particular, so don't take it personally. the post's title is me vs the world for godssakes.
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