We have been reading some weird news lately.
- man entered MRT train and began stripping till he was stark naked and played with his genitals.
- man spit on 2 women in bus interchange
- men getting into a fight on the MRT train
- man standing in front of bus to block it from moving, as bus driver did not want to stop for him because he was not at the bus bay
There are certainly other news we read. News of people getting into brawls over trivial stuff.
Every single time I see news like these, I think to myself that we, people living on this tiny island, are losing our sanity, and these are evidence. The place is so small and crowded we have no space to breathe, we are going mad. Every where you turn, you see hordes of people. Not crowds. Hordes. On weekends, shopping centres are, needless to say, crowded. Or super crowded. I hate meal times at shopping centres, or actually most places. There is almost no place that you do not have to queue for a seat, even at places which do not serve nice food. Our parks are also crowded with people who are trying to escape the crowd at shopping centres.
Where crowds go -> carpark full -> higher chance of bumping into bobo and inconsiderate drivers/ screaming kids/ inconsiderate behaviour -> blood pressure rises -> not enjoyable.
It’s no wonder people are going mad. We are not chickens in Colonel Sander’s pressure cooker. It’s no point trying to fake positivity over what’s reality.
My sanctuary remains at home. Despite the traffic noise, I can gaze out of my window any time and see greenery, lots of it. Or I can watch the cars go by.
How I wish there could be a huge clamp (like those in the toy-catching machines in arcades, or rather better than those, since those claws are always super loose), that heaves me and those around me up to a new place. A place where human beings are human beings.
When did we become like this?
You would have thought I would have rounded up 2013 yesterday huh? Well, we have to wait till 2013 really ended right?
I was telling Mr D yesterday, that 10 years ago, you would not find me anywhere else on New Year’s Eve, other than at a countdown venue. Whether it was counting down at Marina or Sentosa with large crowds spraying foam or confetti at one another, or in a pub wearing party hats and blowing party horns with smaller crowds, I was bound to be somewhere crowded and noisy, and being able to see fireworks was a must.
Yesterday, at midnight, I was at the airport waiting for my mum to come back from her overseas trip. I had not even realised we had stepped into 2014 until I saw this as I was leaving the toilet, “Good Morning, please rate the cleanliness of our toilet”. Morning? Oh, it’s 2014 already! I checked my watch, exactly midnight. I spent the last few minutes of the year in the toilet.
Last year went by pretty fast. By the end of year, I had really forgotten what had happened in the first 6 months.