NDP (Preview!) Pictures and Musings

Okay, so this is about 2 weeks late, but I realised I hadn't posted the pics Tish and I took when we went to the NDP Preview on Saturday.
I'm late for posting for the preview, but early for the actual show. Go figure. 




Goofing off as usual. This is what happens when you put two girls and acameraphone together - hardly professional quality, but good fun all the same.


Pre-show dinner at some salad cafe!
Rabbit food mmpf.



Walking to our seats and DAMN there were loads of people. Really "people mountain people sea" (人山人海) as we Chinese like to put it.



Like I said.
People mountain people sea.



And so the parade begins! Waving to the stand-in leaders of our country (they were holding signs to tell the audience that they weren't the real leaders bahaha) and watching the parade proceedings. 



The tale of Sisters' Island. God, this brought back memories (I acted as the younger sister in primary school - that was what kickstarted the whole oh-my-god-I-love-acting thing).



 The tale of bukit merah, or redhill as we also know it. Awesomely bloody tale of betrayal and murder, and a very good choice of a story to tell a nation while celebrating the country's birthday.



And the tale everyone knows from young - the tale of Sang Nila Utama.



The CBD is gorgeous during the dusk-night transition. 





More lights! 



Managed to get a quick pic of huge sports balls tumbling over the audience before one bonked me over the head.



Because the lights weren't enough... Pyrotechnics!



The finale of the parade ended on a high note, as always. 
Yes, even with this year's shitty theme song.
What made me extremely happy was how they played the old songs for a while.
And what's an NDP without the customary fireworks? Loud noises, flashing lights and watching the CBD slowly get consumed by the smoke ehehe.
Waiting for the crowd to disperse. 


Sweaty and tired after cheering so much.
But still able to camwhore mehehe ;)))



Oh my GOD that looks like someone who used to make school hell for me...



But DAMN she got ugly. Karma's a bitch innit?



Unlike the girl beside me, I cannot make sweaty and tired look good no matter how I try.



I can, however, do an awesome "I'll kill you in your sleep tonight" face.
And yay for school pride!
#teamtemasekWHOO



Dinner at MBS after - we bought takeaways from CBTL and did something like a "camp under the stars" thing.
All guys out there, listen up. 

THIS IS THE PLACE TO BRING A GIRL ON A DATE. 

This place outside MBS. It's perfect to bring a girl at night, and just lie down and gaze at the night skies.



See? Perfect lesbian date AHAHAHA.



Seriously though, the view is stunning. Or at least as stunning as it gets in Singapore :)

So we had fun, and talked a lot, laughed a lot, and talked a lot more. Good fun! :)

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

What's Your Patronus?

Image
What's a patronus? According to Professor Lupin, it "is a kind of Anti-Dementor - a guardian which acts as a shield between you and the Dementor". It basically conjures an incarnation of the caster's innermost positive feelings, such as joy or hope, and is a weapon rather than a predator of souls. Patronuses shield their conjurors from Dementors, and can even drive them away. They can also be used to send messages. Well. I've always wondered what my patronus would be. Once upon a long-ass time ago when I was in Primary School, I'd have said that my patronus was a dog, mostly because my favourite animal back then was a dog (of course, that was way before I realised exactly how awkward I am around animals). Then a few years after that when I was in Secondary School, I would have said that my patronus was a tortoise or a turtle, for reasons that I'd prefer not to say. And then after I graduated from NAS, I asked myself again what my patronus co...
Read more

Red.

Image
I always dye my hair red - I started dyeing it two years ago after I completed my internship because I felt that it was time, I was ready, and I haven't dyed it a different colour ever since. Of course, constant dye jobs do nothing for the hair, which is why I allowed mum to nag me into doing a henna job on my hair instead of the usual bright red I ask of the hairstylist. The result is that my hair now looks orangey instead of red, which is what I expected but nevertheless found myself incredibly disappointed with. (The irony is that I never have such complaints about my hair colour whenever my red fades to orange within the first two weeks of the fresh dye.) Tsuki-kun told me that he felt the orange suited me better since the red was too bright, but I can't quite bring myself to agree with him. See, the thing about red is that I chose the colour myself - it was the colour I was absolutely sure that I wanted for myself, and I never regretted the colour. Sur...
Read more

Break The Mirror. Please.

Image
I don't want to look at myself in the mirror anymore. I don't want to see my reflection, I don't want to see that ugly girl staring back at me. Those pleading eyes. She wants me to do something, anything, just so she doesn't look so ugly. She's fat and ugly. Hideous, both inside and outside. All she wants is to stop thinking. Because every time she does, the knife inches ever closer to her heart. She will never be as perfect as her . She just wants to stop looking. Shut up. Just shut up. Stop comparing. I know I'm ugly. Stop thinking. Leave me alone! She wants to stop seeing all the fat bits, all the wobbly jiggly bits that she aches to just cut off. Just grab a knife and slice them all off and she won't be so FAT . She won't be so UGLY . She just wants to kill herself. Please?
Read more