Monday, January 02, 2006

Chronicles of LY: the New Year, the Dead Pixel and the Rude Auntie

Happy New Year everyone!

How did you spend your countdown? Sleeping? Outside? At home?

I was at Marina for the fireworks. I seriously haven't seen any decent live fireworks for a while! No. Not even NDP. (No, I don't get to see it. I'm always on the way back to camp when that happens)

Sometimes I don't quite understand why people like to watch fireworks. It's essentially money being burnt right in front of your eyes.

Like how you eat your food only to shit it out a few hours later. I don't understand human and life at times.

Anyway, it was really spectacular. Well worth squeezing there with so many people. Speaking of crowds, I actually quite pity the policemen controlling the crowd. They were there shouting at people to keep off the road but to no avail. One was so frustrated that he said something like: "Eh, don't like that lah" to some laughter from the crowd.

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Digress a bit.

I just discovered a dead pixel on my new phone's camera CCD!

!@$!$%!%%!

Damn. I hope they will change it for me. I'm not really keen to have a white spot in all my photos for the next year or so.

Moral of the story: When you buy a new phone, check it up, down, left, right, upside down for dead pixels. Better still, turn on the camera and put it on the table. Any bright (dead) pixel will show up as bright spots against the dark background. (Learnt this too late.)

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There are apparently still some very rude people around.

On New Year's Eve, at a crowded Macdonald's at Bugis, an auntie asked if her kids could take the 2 empty seats at my table. I said yes and she left her kids there while she went to look for other available seats. Upon finding one next to my table, she called her kids over and PUT THE TRAY FROM THE OTHER TABLE (WITH A FINISHED DRINK AND DISCARDED WRAPPERS ON IT) ONTO MY TABLE!

I was taken aback by this display of discourtesy.

Hello? We let your kids sit at my table and you dump your rubbish onto mine?

I was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do or say.

By the time I felt that I should give her a piece of my mind, a couple of minutes had passed and I decided not to take it any further. Doesn't help right? I can only hope her kids would receive proper upbringing from her. If ten years down the road, a teenager does the same thing to me, we all know why.

WARNING: The next person to repeat this crime in front of me will be given a big scolding and directions to the nearest rubbish bin to throw your rubbish and to stick your head in.
fjozn at 11:20 AM