Thursday, December 25, 2008
Forty - Three
I made this template early this month, and I hadn't planned on using it until January next year, but after what I've seen today I feel the need to show the world my love for the world.
Today's Christmas Day, so my Dad got a day off. We were (mercilessly) woken up at 6:30 am, true to my father's word, because we had planned the night before to play badminton very early in the morning, when conditions are best because of the cool weather and sleeping people. We played for 2 hours, during which I am sad to say I did not perform particularly well. Actually, I think not so bad lah. But I can't play a singles game for the life of me. Which means that I can't be a professional badminton player, either.
It was an excellently refreshing way to start the day, and we were rewarded with a McDee's breakfast at East Coast Park. Then, since we were already there, we decided, what the heck - let's head out to the beach! And that's where I was met with a terrible sight.
The beach was just
littered with cans, plastic bags, party sprays, bottles - you name it, it was there on the beach floor. Well, actually, that's not true, but you get my drift. It was really
really maddening. And it wasn't just the one area - it was the whole stretch of beach. I mean, God! I know human beings can do dumb things, but this was just
disgusting. It made me lose faith in the human race, the stupid shitheads.
After much fuming, me my Dad and my sisters ended up spending our time there by playing on the breakwater (breakwater! like seawalls, groynes, gabions.... sigh. memories.) and walking over to the jetty, which was terribly boring if you're not that into fish. The walk was nice though; I learnt along the way that I'm an excellent skipper. I just skip
beautifully. =D
We ended the whole thing with a trip to the mangroves at Pasir Ris Park, which was pretty much awesome. We saw crabs, mudskippers, lizards, spiders, herons, a kingfisher and a turtle. At the end of the whole pathway we met a man who was kind enough to lend us his camera lens and binoculars - apparently he was a regular who could easily tell you which is bird is called what. The best word I can come up for the whole thing was, "coolio!". Which hardly does justice.
UNFORTUNATELY.
The mangrove was heavily littered with, well, litter. We even found two footballs and one basketball. Like, what the heck?!
More fuming abounded.
Our final stop was at Gallops Stables, where we all got to pat and stroke Misty the Horse, before coming back home itchy, sandy, and pretty much gross.
Anyway.
What I'm trying to say is...
The world is just awesome.
And we're going to have to work harder if we want to deserve it.
2:38 AM
