Thursday, September 07, 2006

Last Satuday I was at Eastpoint, home to multiple badly placed Old Chang Kees, Manhunt 2006 and not a movie theatre. There was a kids' singing competition being held there. If nothing else, I can now live with the knowledge that there are roughly 50 less people that like Chinese music, and that the notion of "Little children should be seen, not heard" has been reinforced exponentially to the power of infinity. You could almost hear the glass panels creaking in agony while multiple patients in nearby CGH suddenly go into sound-induced spasms, however that occurs.

On a slightly more important note, however, it got me wondering what parents these days are thinking, yet again because of the upwardly bratty trend in kids these days. I've seen pornstars more conservatively dressed than some of the girls up there. Though this would bring up the question of where I've seen pornstars in the first place, that is not the point. It could be me, but I don't exactly see why parents these days see the need to dress their kids up to look "hip", "cool", "sexy" or "like Najip Ali", because if nothing else it tells the entire world about the inadequecies of parents today. Do they really need it? I mean kids are kids are kids, and there's no way you can magically get them to age faster and grow a goatee at the ripe old age of 6, so quit it already. There's a fine line between looking decent and overindulging on your children.

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I went to my very first soccer match today. Even though it finished 0-0 and at the same time affirmed that Fs and myself go together like Japanese cartoons and big robots/short skirts, depending on the cartoon itself, there's something wonderful about being able to scream vulgarities in public and not get stared at like a raving idiot.

As for the game itself, not that it wasn't exciting, but those Chinamen treat Singapore like their very own portable Yellow River. I was mildly surprised that the Chinese player didn't bow down asking for forgiveness from Chairman Mao at the sight of the Little Red Book(read:red card) that was shown to him.

It was also rather damaging to my self esteem when a Mainland Chinese approached me and asked me how to get to the football match thinking I was one of his compatriots. He even asked me if I was from the Mainland or not, I was rather tempted to tell him that if he stood in the middle of the road and waited long enough the football match would come to him, but oh well, hindsight is always 20-20. GAH. On a side note, it could just be me or these China people have an awful lot to say when they herd together, if they generated a drop of saliva for every word they spoke they'd be heralded as a greater threat than the melting polar caps. At least they melt to create generally clean water.

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My happiness
is slowly creeping by
now you're at home
if it ever starts sinking in
it must be when you pack up and go

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