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A Wasteful Friday Night in Singapore

I don’t do many late nights lately, but even when I only managed to leave my human workplace at about 9.30pm tonight, it was fine. Singapore isn’t big. It doesn’t take me a long time to get home. In no time, I will be sipping camomile and reading my book.

How wrong.

Only when I got off the bus, I realised that there is a parade on orchard road. I’ve been so busy today it totally skipped my mind.

Bugger.

Now I’m standing 500m from my doorstep but I just can’t get there. They’ve blocked up the whole road for the much talked-about Chingay Parade (don’t ask me what the hell that means, I have no freaking idea!), and I am on the wrong side of the road!

Bugger.

Plan B. I had to squeeze through the sweaty, smelly, cheering crowd, and walked a big circle around the event, finally away from the blocked area, and managed to get onto the right side of the road; only then I can start walking home – from almost the starting point. It is a humid evening.

I need water.
I need food.
I need a shower.
I need the loo!

Bugger.

Now I just feel like hitting someone - that someone who came up with this brilliant idea of a wasteful parade.

I finally reached home at 10.30pm. A whole hour for a less-than-2-mile distance!

Why do human have parades? The waste created just for the event is expectedly humongous – all those decorations on the parade vehicles, fireworks, etc. I often wonder how they handle the after-parade mess. The crowd create litters, water bottles, takeaway food and drink packages, straws, you name it. Just imagining the waste created is scary enough, not to mention the congestion caused by all that traffic diversion, which obviously create more pollution.

Another incomprehensible human act. Beats me.

Note: Sorry, no photos from the parade. I just couldn’t be bothered.

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