monkeycrap's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- wake me up inside. save me from the nothing i've become. If there's one place in Singapore that showcases raw emotions at its very best, where people can freely express their myriads of various feelings while remaining oblivious to the rest of the people surrounding them, it's gotta be Changi Airport. You don't have to book tickets at the Esplanade to a play in order to study human emotions. Just troop down to the airport. Watch the hordes of families get all excited and jubilant knowing that they'll be vacationing to more unbeknownst lands in a mere few hours. Watch friends hug one other and shed tears as yet another member of their clique seeks greener pastures thousands of miles away. Watch the people at the arrivals gate, returning home from long overseas stints, emotions building up, crescendo-ing until they reach the automatic door where familiar faces await. And the outpour starts. Watch the couples arrive for their honeymoon, so deeply in love with one another(let's see you maintain that once the wife starts shopping). Watch the lonely businessmen sip commercial lattes at the coffee joints, waiting for their boarding time, their ticket home, to familiar grounds, to home-made lattes. Watch groups of teenage girls sit at burger king studying or discussing projects(that one no emotions involved, that one i just watch). All this under the watchful eye of the rotating flight schedule board. There's a sense of surreality about it all, a sense of something I just can't quite get. Also met tim yesterday. Which meant another long walk. From the irritating crowds of centrepoint, we wanted to go to somewhere 'peopleless'. So we walked. And walked. And walked. Past mount faber, city hall, funan centre, fort canning, clarke quay, the singapore river, riverside point, liang court, river valley road, UE shopping mall and its overflowing toilet, havelock road, grand copthorne hotel, outram park, beo crescent, kim seng road and bukit ho swee before ending up at tiong bahru plaza. Nothing short of fantastic. And liquified legs. Ended off buying can drinks from a neighbourhood 7-11, and toasted to friendship, sheer boredom, a lousy christmas, and many more crappy new years to come. Something like that. 9:12 a.m. - 2004-12-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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