Millions of people, waiting in eagerness and anticipation, their eyes glued onto the TV screen as Sydney is graced with another amazing display of New Year’s Fireworks. Others stand on the facade of the Opera House, pushing and shoving like another Myer stock-take sale, screaming and yelling with uttermost joy, as Sydney enters the New Year Countdown. It’s like the whole world is there with you ..

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!

The fireworks ignite the dark sky, the bright lights burn at a thousand miles an hour, lighting up the stars of hope, wishes and dreams. Crystal tears well up in your eyes as the realisation that it’s the New Year washes over you and images of the past year come flooding back, wether they were tear-jerking moments, proud and monumental achievements, or you and your friends being just plain stupid, you look back at them with such preciousness and feel almost sad with a tint of regret that you cannot hold onto those moments forever. Your phone sings, as the wishes from your close ones pour in and at that moment you are truly glad of whom you are and so grateful of everything you have experienced and achieved this year and so thankful that it does not end tonight, when darkness turns to light..

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Well unfortunately for me and all other SG’ers outside Australia (ie. Bob, Jerry, Fred and me), we have to live the “08 New Year countdown AT FREAKING 9:00pm due to those stupid time zones! And it’s even worse as Daylight Saving in Australia is still in play. =___= So yes, feel free to call me up at 9:01pm on 31st of December to wish me a “very happy new year.” ==””

Sometimes I wonder about what the definition of “pretty” is. Why has it gone so plasticated these days that people go into extreme lengths to fit in the “pretty” category, defined by unwritten rules? Like today for example, when it was just me and my best buddy *looks at the TV* and while I was watching Azn MTV (which sucks in my opinion) when suddenly this freaking white skinned chick popped up on the screen, (no.. not MJ) for the TV Ad “Doctor Bai” (doctor white)

HAHAHAHAHA EVEN THE NAME OF THE PRODUCT MAKES ME LAUGH.
If they aired that ad in non-azn countries, it would get sacked after the first screening. Isn’t ironic how while Azns are tryna go white, Anglos are letting UV rays aim their radiation guns and shoot at their skin and let melanomas roam freely in their bloodstream just for their skin to go a TINY bit more black/brown. But sadly for azns, we do not have solariums and bronzers at our disposal, so what can we do? And that’s where ..

DOCTOR BAI COMES TO THE RESCUE!!!!!

Just a little bit of hardcore white powder and cream will disguise your blackness and transform you from a fugly black sausage to white angel!* Try and buy nowwwwwww.

Jeez, who wants to put washing powder on their face anyway? It makes you look like a fkn ghost if you ask me, and all for what? Just so a couple of people will turn their heads and AHEM admire at your beauty? I swear, all azn chicks look the same these days anyway. I went to HMV the other day (which concluded with a bad quality VCD of LP live a few years ago for a lot of Yuans == cheapass azns tryna rip me off) and I saw all these CD covers with this random WHITEFACED AZN CHICK WITH FKN BIG BLACK EYES WITH A WANNABE CUTE FACE.

Ow, my eyes.

I think we desire a look that we don’t possess. Like azns for example, have vision that can be blocked by a single horizontal finger, so anyone that exceeds that size is considered “special” and “pretty.” So therefore we’re all peer-pressured to have a dying wish of possessing eyes the size of golfballs.

Wow, our society can be so harsh.

xx.
George. “Looking back at me, I know that you can see my heart is open to, the promise of a lifetime.”


*no guarantee of success.