...goes the weasel

Friday, August 1, 2008

The Second One

Well, just worked at the national stadium on monday for the sg vs brazil match. Rather expectedly, the sg team lost. But is only 3-0, fellas, its okaaaay. I suppose the boys did well, gave a pretty decent account of themselves. Didn't catch much of the match though, was kinda busy working. And being affected by a highly doubious wanton/fishball stick sold by a malay guy just outside the stadium. It reaaaaaally hurt. A lot. Like hell.

Work itself was highly interesting though. I was supposed to be tearing the stubs off the tickets. Unfoturnately, the gate was just a little bit too small. Allowed just about 2 people, walking side by side, in at any one time. And there were a lot of people. Like, A LOT. At the peak period, which is just seconds after the kick-off, the queue was really long. And they were all anxious to get into the stadium proper. Well, too bad. We were the ones creating a bottleneck, with our unbudgable insistance to check every student ticket holder for a matching ez-link card, and largely due to our relative awkwardness at tearing the tickets. (we were n00bz) Anyway, all the factors cumulated into one major result. People behind started pushing forwards, the people in front started being pushed forward, and we, the friendly neighbourhood ticket tearers, started pushing back. Needless to say, many of the people so eager to see the local team get absolutely trashed by the brazilians were late for the match. But its okay, they didn't miss much anyways. Once again, we see the best demostration of the Singaporean Paradox. Always late, and yet too afraid suffer the consequences of being late. Sigh.

There were actually 10 slots available for the job, and naturally, the first person I turned to was Jason. That was a no-brainer, given how free he is now. The other slots were a litte more tricky, though. And, being the friend-less guy I am, I called Eli, who really should be the spokesperson for Carlsberg, given his world of friends, for help. And call he did. Somehow, he managed to conjure up 4 more of his friends and I was, for once, allowed to take a peek at the other friends that Eli has. Of course, I had already met Kel, but there were a few other interesting personalities.

I do realise that sometimes, there are parts of your life that you would keep quiet from others. For example, I don't tell too many people that at night, I lead a seperate life, known to many as simply "Iron Man". On the other hand, what I am talking about is the smaller stuff in life. Many of us just live behind a facade, happily behaving normally, or at least, in a way that avoids direct critisism. In other words, they conform. They tweak parts of personality, or simply conceal them, simply because they are afraid of how others might view them. But who's to say what's "normal" or not? Why allow somebody else, directly or indirectly, affect to way you live your life? And yet, the dilemma of life defines that such traits are easier said than done.

Got another job coming up next, at none other at....SINGFEST! The one this year isn't as awesome as last year's, and that's not just because a7x won't be coming down. Okay, that MIGHT actually be a pretty big reason, but the other, smaller, reason is that it has simply become so much more 'mtv'. Take a look at the line-up. Melee, Simple Plan, Travis, OneRepublic, Jason Mraz, Panic At The Disco, Pussycat Dolls, Alicia Keys. I'm not saying its a bad thing, they're all huge, huge names. And yet, let's compare them to the line-up last year. Sugar Ray, Shaggy, Pet Shop Boys, Cobra Starship, Gym Class Heroes, Avenged Sevenfold, MxPx. Comparatively so much more indie and less mtv. Sigh. And I thought there was finally going to be a music festival in sg that wasn't all about mtv stuff. That just totally explains why I'm not going spend my good money on a ticket to Singfest 08. I'm just gonna work there. And getting money from it. Not too bad a deal, I suppose.

If you're managed to keep your interest to the part of the entry, I suppose I have to give you, dear reader, one last thought. Well, here it is.

fuzzy wuzzy was a bear,
fuzzy wuzzy had no hair,
fuzzy wuzzy wasn't fuzzy,
was he?

by wc at 2:38 PM |