[C'EST MOI]
living paradox. individualist with anarchistic tendencies.
eludes eminence but appreciates subtle recognition.
capricious yet dependable. clandestine and unfathomable.
cynical realist who succumbs to the occasional idealism.
[J'AIME]
music. films. feasting & drinking. team sports.
good company; family, friends and those who share similar interests.
The truth is simple. I hate crowds. Especially the weekend crowd in town. It irritates me. It disgusts me. I simply detest being around town when I am prevented from walking at my normal speed - which is, fast.
I hate having to squeeze my way through the train doors. I hate having to say EXCUSE ME loudly lest I miss my stop, just because the people entering the train refuse to budge and make a way for me to exit. I hate being squashed in a crowd of sharp elbows, humongous shopping bags, screaming babies, giggling schoolgirls and the person who has not heard of the invention : deodorant. My cry for help is often drowned and unheard amongst the loud conversations people hold while on their handphones. Someone please tell them that the person they're talking to is not hard of hearing.
Much as I loathe the weekend crowd, almost every week, without fail, I'm being conned into going to town. One week, it's a family thing. The next, it's a movie with my girl friends (the weekdays are unavailable because I'd be stranded at NTU). And the following, I'd be in town again... doing God knows what.
Like today, I very much wanted to stay home and just rest my aching muscles. However, an aunt who just got back from NZ wanted to pass me some things she bought and not wanting her to carry the lot of stuff all the way to my house, I volunteered to get it from her instead. So, I made my way down to my grandma's place.
When I reached my grandma's place, I collected the gifts and was about to make my way home when my aunt asked me to follow my grandma and her to Suntec for this food exhibition. Thinking I wouldn't be doing much at home anyway since no one was in, I agreed.
Reaching Suntec City and seeing that it was filled with people, I suddenly remembered that it's a Saturday. Dammit! I got tricked into coming to town AGAIN!
Dragging my feet along as my aunt and grandma excitedly walked around the exhibition hall, I wasn't the singlest bit enticed by the aroma of the great variety of food. On the contrary, the nauseating effect of the crowd was so overwhelming I lasted less than 20 minutes in that place before bidding farewell to my aunt and grandma and headed home.
Come tomorrow I will be in town again. To catch a movie. But Sundays aren't as bad as Saturdays.... right?
[Time of Confession] 8:53 PM 0 Wisecracks for Me
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