Saturday, December 24, 2005
Tis' the season to do folly
Against all conventional wisdom, I decided to go down to the dreaded place they call 'town' today. And it was a more than a little reminiscent of well, Patpong. The crowds were absolutely insane, raucous, and the guys looked pretty horny too. And I hate, hate, hate crowds.
The underpass between Taka and Wisma needed traffic marshals to keep the flow of people smooth! And even then, it moved at a snail's pace. Almost as bad, the lobby of Taka, where the Christmas tree was. Half of Singapore seemed to want a photo of the tree, no matter that 50 other people were blocking the view of their cameras. I must say too, that I don't really see the allure in a tree that counts signs saying "High Voltage, Do Not Touch" among its decorations.
And Singaporeans, they like to dally around. Well fine, walk slow if you wish but when your group of 4 always walks shoulder to shoulder (ahem. private joke!) along every single walkway it makes it rather impossible for anything or anyone who isn't smaller than a bagel to pass through. Which is particularly irritating, especially if you're a bagel in a rush to get somewhere.
Well anyway, managed to more or less finish up with last minute Christmas shopping! Christmas is always fun, and ugly Singaporeans can't take away that joy (though bad fruitcake sometimes can). Also, courtesy for dearest boons, I've got the best logcake ever! Totally owns 'em swiss rolls covered in chocolate.
And I couldn't help but notice today that contrary to what I'd thought earlier (I haven't been to town in ages, you must excuse me), Singaporeans don't actually dress well. It was fairly upsetting actually, to see the not insignificant number of people dressed in what must be the bane of every self-respecting t-shirt designer's existence: the t-shirt with huge, nonsensical words, usually on the right shoulder, sometimes carrying over to the rear of the right shoulder, occasionally coming with oddly designed collars and sleeves. Quite a mouthful? Let's just call 'em "fugtees" for short. Fugtees, quite simply put, don't make any sense. I was going to quote one of them fugtees right here but just trying to recall what one said brought my brain so dangerously close to implosion I gave up the attempt.
Well it's not like I'm being all snooty about dressing and stuff, but at least dress in something that makes sense! For example, "Varsity Boy Watching Team" certainly makes a lot more sense than "Style Fashion Skate In Elegance".
So S'poreans, walk fast, and dress sensibly. That is all.
Oh yeah, buy good fruitcake too.
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Note to self: To beat Peiyan, one must not play computer games obsessively during exam periods.
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