Of crowds

I don't why but suddenly I wish I was back in Beijing, back to the back alley where I loitered on Christmas Day. Stalls selling all kinds of snacks and people just filling in and out of the little shops. Smelling cooked food, hearing Chinese pop blasting through stereos. I think I'd appreciate Taipei, cos' I've heard, it is quite a shopping and food haven. Even Hong Kong. Except I think I'll end up banging on the doors of Marie France when I come back from there.

Maybe it's because my contact with the outside world since the year started is pretty much restricted to less than 20 people that's why I feel like doing something different. I wake up in the dark when everyone is sleeping, film scenes at one of the most exclusive residential areas of Singapore with hardly anyone around, and then return home when it's dark again. So imagine how claustrophobic I felt when I went to Carrefour today and had to on several occasions, do an a-la-Christy-Chung, by sliding between trolleys haphazardly parked by shoppers browsing items.

Speaking of crowds, the papers today carried an article on how a girl was molested on New Year's Eve by a bunch of revellers. Well that's the reason why I rather creep into bed with a good book and a mug of hot chocolate, or a good dvd and a Subway sandwich with peanut butter cookie (think about the calories in the new year). How can soaking in a crowd of revellers be any fun I don't understand. And too many men go there, to hopefully grab, grope and run. The worse thing is, it isn't that difficult to get away with it.

Instead of petitioning against the sale of spray foam and other party tools, my advice: take your celebration elsewhere.

You can't change the environment to suit yourself but you can change yourself to suit the environment.

I'm suddenly overcome by a wave of fatigue.

Bonsoir.