This is pretty much going to be a rant post if you do not want to read it please hold "Ctrl", "Alt" and "Del" twice.
For those living in the HDB areas, I'm sure you would feel my pain as much as my frustration. I mean there are days you would really really love to sleep through the day because you just came back from a FABULOUS party the night before.
You take a bath, make a cup of Milo and sit down and relax your tired feet after all that jiving and booty shaking. Then you feel sleepy. You then turn in to your bed and not before long you are in LalaLand. For those that are drunk, you just stumble through the house and fall right into bed into a deep slumber.
Dong Chiang Dong Chiang Dong Chiang!!!!
Now, this is the part where you get really irritated with all the music. On one side you are trying to get your beauty sleep and on the other end the colorful percussion band on that truck is banging like there is no tomorrow. It gets worst if you have a hangover. You just feel like wringing their neck like your laundry.
And just when you though it has ended, they start wrecking up the noise again. And this time, louder.
I definitely wouldn't mind them performing their skills and art, but please do it in some place where you will not wake anyone up - Like the graveyard. I'm sure there is the abundant of graveyards in Singapore. Hell you can even choose which ethic group you would like to perform to. And if you are feeling patriotic and ambitious, you can try the memorial bury site at Kranji.
Seriously I just hope all of the 舞狮 performer meet up with some freak accident when they are performing. You know they have to walk through the high steps thingy? I wish they would hit their head on one of the steps while falling down and break every bone on the way down.
As for the funeral bands. For the love of God, someone in your family have just passed away. Its not something to be proud of or rather something you want the whole neighborhood to know about. Unless you can afford at least a half page Obituary in the local newspaper, don't even bother telling others that your great grandmother just passed away at the age of 95.
For those living in the HDB areas, I'm sure you would feel my pain as much as my frustration. I mean there are days you would really really love to sleep through the day because you just came back from a FABULOUS party the night before.
You take a bath, make a cup of Milo and sit down and relax your tired feet after all that jiving and booty shaking. Then you feel sleepy. You then turn in to your bed and not before long you are in LalaLand. For those that are drunk, you just stumble through the house and fall right into bed into a deep slumber.
Dong Chiang Dong Chiang Dong Chiang!!!!
Now, this is the part where you get really irritated with all the music. On one side you are trying to get your beauty sleep and on the other end the colorful percussion band on that truck is banging like there is no tomorrow. It gets worst if you have a hangover. You just feel like wringing their neck like your laundry.
And just when you though it has ended, they start wrecking up the noise again. And this time, louder.
I definitely wouldn't mind them performing their skills and art, but please do it in some place where you will not wake anyone up - Like the graveyard. I'm sure there is the abundant of graveyards in Singapore. Hell you can even choose which ethic group you would like to perform to. And if you are feeling patriotic and ambitious, you can try the memorial bury site at Kranji.
Seriously I just hope all of the 舞狮 performer meet up with some freak accident when they are performing. You know they have to walk through the high steps thingy? I wish they would hit their head on one of the steps while falling down and break every bone on the way down.
As for the funeral bands. For the love of God, someone in your family have just passed away. Its not something to be proud of or rather something you want the whole neighborhood to know about. Unless you can afford at least a half page Obituary in the local newspaper, don't even bother telling others that your great grandmother just passed away at the age of 95.
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