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good morning , Singapore ! *****UPDATED********************
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Yep , topics du jour for all bloggerholics would of course be
1) New year resolutions
2 ) A summary of the old year
3 ) How the countdown went
And yes , i will be going down this checklist in this post .
Firstly , the countdown .
Just as i wished , my new year slipped in without a bang , being the jaded party animal that i am , so it was actually quite liberating to celebrate the new year sitting by the fountain at the Istana park with E and doing a bit of people-watching and the stupid things they do as they ushered in the new year . Live "Jackass" action !
Got my ass groped twice by random new year's eve revelers ( i won't promote stereotyping by mentioning the nationality of the gropers but i think you guys should have an idea lah ! ) .
First incident. While trying to escape the influx of party ribbon and trying hard not to slip from the soap suds ( a.k.a snow foam which costs five bucks a pop . damn , i could recreate a whole bucket of foam for ya at home at no cost . suckers . ) that blanketed the floor , i found myself in a jam with like-minded individuals in front of the 7-11 store near Somerset MRT .
All of a sudden i felt a hand land on my ass and it stayed there for a while and i turned around to see a whole bunch of XXX country nationals behind me but by then the hand was already back to where it rightfullu belonged. I wanted to tell E about it , but upon hearing his war cry against the XXX nationals and his vow to eradicate any muthafucka who touched me scared me silly so i decided against it.
Second incident. En route to Plaza Singapura to catch our midnight show , a bunch of screaming youngsters engaged in a friendly riot awash with colours ( Party ribbon. What else ?! ) appeared out of nowhere and you guessed it , a group of XXX nationals decided to join in and again i found myself surrounded by people .
While waiting to cross a traffic light , i decided that somebody was standing too close for comfort so i shifted and that arse followed suit. I started walking and a hand slightly gripped my waist and it slithered down to the side of my butt in a split-second and by then , after the first incident , i was already on red-alert and my hand instantly reached down to slap his hand but my palm met my hips instead.
damn he was a seasoned striker because he dissipated into his people and they all looked like peas in pod so i had to let it rest but i felt really moody throughout because i should have done something when he was already making his intentions clear when he stood barely a hair's breadth away from me. fuck .
Since i'm already on the topic of countdowns , i would like to bring forward something that has been bugging me . With countdowns , comes celebrations . With celebrations comes party ribbon , snow foam and whatnots . And boy , i love those stuff . Hair accessories . Lovely.
Anyway.
I don't know what the fuck are those snow foams made up of , but i know for sure that its not something pleasant and not something i would like sprayed into my face because it chokes me and irritates my eyes . I swear i will kick you in the ass right there and then if you attempt said action .
And those aerosal cans . Wonderful CFC-producing , ozone-depleting stuff ( of course they're a thing of the past lar ) . I've always fought the urge to brandish my collapsible umbrella at braindead assholes whose fingers are still hard on the nozzles of long-empty aerosal cans . Don't they know that its already EMPTY and the can won't automatically refill itself and that psssssssssst sound that they're hearing are actually propellant gas that makes one breathless and sets off wheezing in asthmatics like me ?
Did i mention flammable ?!
Trigger-happy ignorant oxymoronic baboons.
Back to topic.
Caught "Seed of Chucky" with E , and hey , i actually enjoyed it. Not as funny as "Harold and Kumar goes to White Castle" but still capable of inducing a few guffaws in me. Didn't have much of a storyline but the sarcastic wit and the sardonically sick humour ( Think Chucky wielding a kitchen knife and stabbing someone with relish and going "DIE , FUCKER ! DIE ! DIE !" Okay , this scene may not be funny to most , but i'm perverse lah okay ? ) got me .
Also , it is not everyday you get to see a masturbating doll.
I was quite puzzled by the movie though , because as a child i've always been emotionally scarred by watching the first few installations of Chucky , and the recurring images of Chucky falling into a ventilation shaft and getting sliced by the blades has always haunted me but gone are macabre stuff the series are known for.
I thought Tiffany ( Chucky's wife ) was really gorgeous and a rockin' gothic chick . Heh . I love Jennifer Tilly's nasal voice too ! I'm not into girls or anything , but her voice turns me on .
I'll give it 3 out of 5 stars ( the movie , not Jennifer Tilly's voice. )
Wow , i'm getting waaaaaaaaaaay out of topic here .
I think i'll come back later to complete this post , meeting Mel for a cuppa now .
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Noticed a disturbing trend yesterday.. Why is it that Christmas seems to be celebrated with much more oomph in my part of the world than the new year when most of us are buddhists and haven't got the faintest idea where Bethleham or what a manger is.
Besides , personally i find new year countdowns much more exciting . Think about it . We're counting down to a new year on new year's eve , but we're counting down to .... The birth of baby jesus on Christmas eve ????
Oh yeah , there's much less stuff associated with the new year , like you associate Christmas with red and green , candy cane , turkey , mind-numbing carols but what do you think about when it comes to the new year ?! NOTHING ! Maybe except the very disturbing song that gets on my nerves . Yes , thats Auld Lang Syne . No offence to Robert Burns , but this is one song i wouldnt want to hear in the middle of the night.
Speaking of him , there's this poem of his which has left quite a deep impression on me ever since i came across it in an encyclopaedia when i was a kid .
Oh my luve's like a red red rose
That's newly sprung in June
Oh my luve's like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune
Something like that , if my memory does not fail me. Something in the lyrics that makes me want to to bop along as i go through the lyrics.
Anyway.
i think i'm better off sleeping . more later.
