ERR, HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY DUDES…
4 July 2007
Cloudy Wednesday (29 Degree Celsius)
Evening @ 1900 (Washington DC Time)
Listen: Star Spangled Banner!!
Mood: *Star & Stripes Forever*
4th of July, the time of the year for fireworks and a dose of good old patriotism. Unlike Singapore, people are allowed to do whatever they want with their flag (yup, even undergarments are not spared) but most just do with the usual display. Patriotism, democracy, freedom, all beautiful words, indescribable feelings, though now risks being hijacked by minorities who have all to lose and nothing to gain (except scratching their balls). Whatever I wanted to say have/had been describe in greater clarity and details by the press all over the world. It is indeed a sad day for everything that we believe in. Well, enough of this sadness, let’s eat, drink and be merry while the sun still shine.
On an unrelated note, must update my Running Mileage (as of 4th July 2007): 60km
A whooping 24km gain since 19 June. Ok, looks very much on track for 100km by mid August 07.
Yesterday I witness a real life encounter where a black (surprise surprise…) was blaspheming at an American Flag, shocking every lunch goers, but most did nothing. You see, he is at least 1.8m, mean muscles and look very much like one of the South East/West DC ghetto homies. How he got to affluent North West DC without being arrested remains a mystery but he was subsequently snatched into a black SUV by several secret service policemen. Along the way, he was being clubbed and hammered by the batons. Before he even reaches the waiting vehicle, he was so lifeless that the police had to drag his oversize hiphop pants by his Nike shoes. One Black American Pastor happened to be at the scene and immediate scream slogan of police brutality, in between calls for Bush Impeachment and banning homosexuality. He is nonetheless, Rev Al Sharpton, the New Yorker who always happened to be at most sensitive crime scene. The last I saw of him, several secret service chaps came running back for him. He took flight before being apprehended and again, hammered within an inch of his life. His last words (more of a whimper) were; I’ll call my lawyer, you white son of a bitch.
So much for a lazy afternoon lunch before 4th of July. In case you ask, yup that’s a joke. Nothing much to write mah… Might as well use some stereotyping and creativity to spice up the blog, haha.
I feel sorry for the revelers waiting for the 9pm fireworks at the mall. Seriously, minus the heavy thunderstorm now, this has got to be a hot and humid day. Poor thing, while they are drenched within an inch, I am seated comfortably in front of my desk, typing this out. My heart goes out to them, haha
Happy Independence Day, America!
Star-Spangled Banner by Francis Scott Key (1812)
O say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight
Cloudy Wednesday (29 Degree Celsius)
Evening @ 1900 (Washington DC Time)
Listen: Star Spangled Banner!!
Mood: *Star & Stripes Forever*
4th of July, the time of the year for fireworks and a dose of good old patriotism. Unlike Singapore, people are allowed to do whatever they want with their flag (yup, even undergarments are not spared) but most just do with the usual display. Patriotism, democracy, freedom, all beautiful words, indescribable feelings, though now risks being hijacked by minorities who have all to lose and nothing to gain (except scratching their balls). Whatever I wanted to say have/had been describe in greater clarity and details by the press all over the world. It is indeed a sad day for everything that we believe in. Well, enough of this sadness, let’s eat, drink and be merry while the sun still shine.
On an unrelated note, must update my Running Mileage (as of 4th July 2007): 60km
A whooping 24km gain since 19 June. Ok, looks very much on track for 100km by mid August 07.
Yesterday I witness a real life encounter where a black (surprise surprise…) was blaspheming at an American Flag, shocking every lunch goers, but most did nothing. You see, he is at least 1.8m, mean muscles and look very much like one of the South East/West DC ghetto homies. How he got to affluent North West DC without being arrested remains a mystery but he was subsequently snatched into a black SUV by several secret service policemen. Along the way, he was being clubbed and hammered by the batons. Before he even reaches the waiting vehicle, he was so lifeless that the police had to drag his oversize hiphop pants by his Nike shoes. One Black American Pastor happened to be at the scene and immediate scream slogan of police brutality, in between calls for Bush Impeachment and banning homosexuality. He is nonetheless, Rev Al Sharpton, the New Yorker who always happened to be at most sensitive crime scene. The last I saw of him, several secret service chaps came running back for him. He took flight before being apprehended and again, hammered within an inch of his life. His last words (more of a whimper) were; I’ll call my lawyer, you white son of a bitch.
So much for a lazy afternoon lunch before 4th of July. In case you ask, yup that’s a joke. Nothing much to write mah… Might as well use some stereotyping and creativity to spice up the blog, haha.
I feel sorry for the revelers waiting for the 9pm fireworks at the mall. Seriously, minus the heavy thunderstorm now, this has got to be a hot and humid day. Poor thing, while they are drenched within an inch, I am seated comfortably in front of my desk, typing this out. My heart goes out to them, haha
Happy Independence Day, America!
Star-Spangled Banner by Francis Scott Key (1812)
O say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight
O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Update: at 1935hrs – Fuck, rain stopped… thought it could be heavier haha
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