2005-07-30
at 11:43 p.m.
like a love heart carved on a tree
I just went to watch the ndp preview. It's okay. But I have one thing to say: Guys in uniform are HOT STUFF. Especially white uniforms. And so are the guys in those cool fighter jet thingys. You can't even see them but you just know that they're hot. You can feel their hot vibes thousands of metres away. Somehow uniforms make people look 10x better than they usually do. It's worth hearing the painful national day song over and over again just to see so many guys in uniform together at once. You don't get that many good-looking people in Singapore, so in some crazy sort of way ndp is perfect. Even better, my 6-year old 1.5 megapixel camera has finally spoilt :D WHOOP. Next year I will come to ndp armed with a pretty camera.
Other than that, the rest of the thing is quite boring, but I found a source of amusement in the form of three aunties sitting in front of us. They looked like they just dropped off a plane from china/taiwan. They are SO CUTE I tell you, my mum and I kept staring at them and referred to them as 'our idols'. They brought a bag of tomatoes and were munching on them like they were apples. Even better, they had this whole stash of big red plastic bags in which they emptied all the contents of their funpack. Which is really quite dumb because they spent about an hour packing, unpacking, repacking. Their plastic bags took up three seats. So when they finally stop packing, (they looked like they just went to the market) they began to watch the marchpast. And throughout the entire thing, they were waving their flags and fake-o handphones around crazily, their flabby arms flapping in the breeze. My mum and I couldn't resist, we snapped three photos of them. Now that I think about it, we should have got them autographed. Then they decided to leave just before the performances started, so off they go with their 200 plastic bags. My mum said "BYEBYE" really loudly, they turned around. I wonder if they knew who said it. I LOVE YOU MY IDOLS. They should become my fashion icons.
[edit: OH I forgot to mention how they very cleverly simulated the arrival of the ministers. They made these poor JC kids wear white and stand in for the ministers. I guess it was supposed to be like the PAP but it looked more like RJC uniform. It was like, eh how come the vivian balakrishnan and tharman shamugaratnam look so youthful! And when they stepped out of the car or came down the steps or what not (TRYING to look very dignified) the whole stadium just bursts out in laughter at the poor traumatised kids. And then to make matters worse THEY WAVE AT THE AUDIENCE. If I were them I would seriously have just fell to the floor laughing. I should volunteer to be the fake-o minister person next year, it will come in handy in future (see below.)]
So after the parade we had dinner at starbucks, where I happily burnt my tongue while drinking a latte. Now there's cool patch on my tongue which looks like its been scratched off. That sounded gross, but it looks quite funny actually. And I can't taste anything there. Anyhow, I still love starbucks and I still finished the latte.
And on the way to the carpark we spotted this MEGASALE at suntec. I've been extremely deprived from shopping and my natural instincts took over. I know I swore not to shop for three months but I COULDNT HELP IT. Like 70% storewide. You'd be crazy if you didn't buy something. But OHMYGOD the store was like a complete dump. Shoppers in Singapore COMPLETELY SUCK, even if it's a sale it doesn't give you the right to dump clothes all over the floor. It's so freaking annoying having to sift through all the clothes while bending down. And you can't even see what you're grabbing because its so crumpled up. And the poor shop assistants are all over the floor desperately trying to fold the clothes and put them back on the shelf, but before they can fold a stack properly it's already been swept onto the floor by some inconsiderate person. People who throw clothes around the store ought to be banned, handcuffed, sent to jail and whacked on the butt. Like, UGHHHHHHH they should get lost. When I am rich and powerful (aka when I own the biggest house in Singapore and all the sport cars in the world) I will shop at high end boutiques where shoppers don't mess with the clothes and where the shop assistants are 1000000000x kinder. And when I become the Prime Ministress of Singpaore I will start a "Don't Mess with the Clothes"/"Respect Your Clothes" (title has yet to be confirmed) campaign, and make all the people who throw clothes about a shop (that would be about 70% of the singpaore shopping population) wear shirts that say "I am an inconsiderate shopper. Please kick my ass."
But seeing as how I'm neither rich (yet!) nor am I the Prime Ministress, right now I desperately need to go shop in another country.
I am a VEH HEAVY VEHICLE. VROOM VROOM!