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After using up almost one pack of tissue paper, I finally managed to dry the seat to a more “sit-able” condition. It was a pity that those old and homeless people who want to sell a few packs of tissue papers to have their meal wasn’t around; their products were in very high demand. This was because a few million dollar worth of explosives and magnesium, which according to our self-appointed MM, could be made better use of by building a community center, would be literally going up in smoke. Few people in Singapore have that amount of money to burn, so they have all gathered at Marina Bay to watch the government burning it for them. And because it rained earlier, all the seats were wet. And because all the seats were wet, tissue papers are worth as much as gold.

Lets leave that aside for a while. Today is yet another happy day with my girlfriend. Ever since enlistment, the government had made it such that me and my girlfriend could only see each other once per week on almost all week. Saturdays and Sundays are sacred. And being together brings happiness.

Earlier, because I need to buy some things from Sim Lim Square, we decided to enjoy our lunch at Miss Clarity Cafe, which is somewhat in the area, but far enough to cause me to sweat a bit while walking there. Food was not heavenly, but it was definitely unique. I ordered Chicken Cordon Bleu, while my girlfriend ordered the Fish version. Both came with huge crispy fish/chicken with cheese and ham sandwiched in between. An interesting combination.

Later we went to Bras Barsah, or “Book Palace” as most locals lovingly call it, where I finally located a copy of “The Search” which I had been desperately trying to find for weeks. “The Search” is about how Google transformed our business and culture, and it is a particularly hard to find book. You can’t even find it on bit torrent. A friend of mine told me he borrowed his copy from Hwa Chong Institution’s Library. The National Library don’t carry that book. Hwa Chong Institution’s Library indeed is so good that you can find books that National Library don’t have. This line of thought gently reminded me of Anderson Junior College’s Library. It too contains books that National Library don’t have. Books that you can only find for sale at $1 at second hand book shops.

After that we went to National Library to look for some books and Dilbert comic. Then my girlfriend chanced upon a huge Mona Lisa book.

We flipped through the book and found some surprises.

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The paper reads:

Excuse me, are you saved???
If you were to die today, would be goto heaven?
YES / NO

If you are not sure or have chosen no, I have one real good news to share with you!
It is the greatest news you have ever heard!

Happily I flipped over the paper, anticipating news of miracle portions that could allow me to live forever and hence throw away the question of where I go after I die, I was blatantly shocked to discover:

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For no particular reason this reminded me of someone whom I know who recites “God, please help me spot a piece of nice cloth, amen.” whenever she goes into a apparel shop with no idea what to buy. Apparently, this works for her.

Some discussion on the pink slip here.

Too shocked to continue dwelling in the Library for the fear of more pink slips popping up around me or sticking themselves firmly to my forehead, me and my girlfriend exited the Library quickly and went to Sim Lim Square to hunt for the things I want to buy.

After that we went to Marina Bay, wipe our seat dry using some tissues and watch some china guy fishing while waiting for the fireworks to start.

We were indefinitely bored.

Certainly, questions like whether we get to go to heaven or hell don’t bother us, for we have quite a good view of the skyline from our vantage point.

Which strangely had some huge foreign object in it an hour later.

Damn, I don’t think I will be able to see all the gun powder and magnesium in all its glory now, so I looked around.

An illegal food vendor came. Too bad he don’t sell tissue papers. He only sold a few packs of food, after which he sad down on his bike and waited for the burning of magnesium too.

At this point of time I also want to praise Singapore for having such sturdy and strong bridge, unlike those in USA and China. I witnessed a load stress testing today.

Even boats were parked excitedly under the bridge waiting for the bridge to collapse so that they can start rescuing people and win rescue medals from the civil police.

Damn, I’m just kidding. Those boats carry important foreign tourists here to witness the burning for a few million Singapore dollars as well. They are certainly happy. It isn’t their own country’s currency that is burning.

People often say that family bonding is important. I see tonnes of parents coming with their children, only to occupy their children with snacks while they crane their neck anxiously toward the skyline waiting either for their neck to break or for magnesium to burn. Having a picnic is so much fun.

Finally, at 9.30, half an hour after the announced time, things start shooting in the sky and exploding in bright colours. Me and my girlfriend stood up from our seat, and just 5 seconds later a malay man stood on it. 2 minutes later I was shocked to discover an empty cup sitting on the seat I just sat on. A while later a Slurpee cup went flying over the railing into the sea thrown by a small kid under the command of a young mother.

During the Fireworks Festival, Singaporeans who were there to watch had their own little fireworks as well. A beautiful explosion of all kinds of rubbish all over. And the smoke given off by the burning magnesium was nothing compared to those exhaled through organic chimneys.

Singapore is SUCH a Green city.

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