Met my Clarinet section mates just now for dinner. Ate some unfresh seafood platter @ new york new york. Bad ambiance, seemingly fillipino + gay waiter.
Talked and laughed at old times. All this reminded me of the old times under a previous tyrant. Started me thinking why despite the similarities in the tyrants of my life, how i was able to enjoy last time yet am unable to find joy in what i do nowadays.
Maybe it comes with age, maybe its just a Singaporean trait - COMPLAINING about everything good and/or bad-, or simply I have become increasingly corrupt and evil. Looking from a bird's eye view, I've lost my childish optimism and even question myself whenever i try to convince myself that i am not in the worst situation.
Guarding Singapore's chemical island seems torturing, 12 hours straight of duty all seem impossible. Especially since the big boss sits in the office room with harry potter and hermione granger. Even more annoying, the boss' immediate subordinate talks about how nice harry potter is when we small fry are all sweaty.
Would you rather tell your son about harry potter or about the nights you were at risk of meeting a terrorist?
