WordPress ate my post, again.
Went for my first countdown ever. Lol.
Had planned to stay at home for New Year’s Eve until Zonghe asked us (me, my bro and sis) if we had any plans. Since neither of us had anything on, we decided to meet up. Went to Changing Appetites at Marina Square for dinner.
To those who used to like Changing Appetites: It is no longer the fusion restaurant it first started out to be. It has now been converted to yet another “All American restaurant” except for the minor fact that its serving portions are nowhere near American. Honestly, I could get nicer and larger steaks at Botak Jones at a cheaper price man. The only item that was worth the money was Zonghe’s Barbarian Burger, which had two 200 grams beef patties, a piece of grilled chicken and a piece of grilled dory all packed into a single burger. Largest burger I have ever seen! But other than that, the food was pretty much mediocre. Disappointment.
After dinner, we went to the Esplanade and after much shoving, we settled on the Esplanade Drive bridge. Played cards while watching other people trying to shove their way through from both directions, although I have no idea where they are trying to go. Police were trying to maintain the flow of human traffic with their loud-hailers and flashlights, but to no avail. Haha. OH! There were ALOT of Bangladeshi workers!!! And they were SUPER HIGH!!! I have no idea why they were so excited but they were whistling and shouting and jumping about. Not trying to be racist or anything, but I really felt uncomfortable being surrounded and shoved about by so many of them. The big “Let your hair down, not your guard” banner which warns us of molesters only made me even more paranoid.
The highlight of the event was, of course, the fireworks. And as soon as that ended, the crowd cleared immediately. I kinda felt that the spirit was missing as compared to countdown parties overseas. Although I have never been to an overseas countdown party, the news coverage of places like Times Square and Taipei always portrayed such a joyous and crazy party atmosphere where everyone just hangs around to sing, dance and have fun! Over here? The moment the fireworks were over, everyone made a mad rush to the MRT station to beat the others. OMG…… The walk to the MRT station was seriously the worst part of the entire night. People literally PUSHED their way through. I mean, I don’t mind being nudged a little while being shuffled along, but you don’t have to push someone forcefully right? I mean, I was being pushed from all directions man. And people push others regardless of gender can?!?! Sheeessshhhhh……….
The conclusion? This will be my first and LAST countdown party ever. Period.
