while many would shudder at the thought of massive crowds, i’ve never really minded them, so braving orchard on saturday to watch The Parade was not such a big deal.

it was the first time i’d even been to one of these things, having always shunned the live tv version each year. i’d always associated it with chingchong-fied cheesiness, creepy big-headed figures, and.. it’s just not very cool, is it? :p

so what triggered me to do what i’d never bothered with before, then?

well, the thought of being stuck at home with an (over?) active child over the weekend is a big factor! (plus, when you’re a parent, uncoolness sometimes gets thrown out of the window.)

staying home drives me up the wall, and i’ve clearly transferred my kaki-jalan bug to the little one. just mention the word ‘nak jalan’ and he’d toddle, in nothing but his diapers, to the door, sit down, attempt to put on his shoes/sandals, and make a big fuss.

and you know just how tiny singapore is, there’s hardly anywhere exciting to go to. i’m always cracking my head thinking up of things to do to jam-pack our weekends and holidays. and with his love for all things visually and aurally stimulating, the parade would be perfect entertainment for him.

i didn’t know we had to pay to get seated (i didn’t know you could even have seats, i always thought people just stood around, but singapore being the ever orderly country, you gotta have barricades and proper seating arrangements huh), and thankfully, a friend offered a pair of free tickets.

so, apa lagi!

the parade

“when I was a young boy,
my father took me into the city
to see a marching band…“

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daddy said he felt like ‘cooking’ roast chicken for dinner the other day.

mummy was like, okay!

when she saw the spread, she asked, “sejak bila you sempat roast the chicken?” coz it was a weekday evening and they’d both just come home from work.

nampak sah daddy bedek. i saw paper bags with pictures of chicken on it on the kitchen stove. but he said he did heat it up and fried the wedges and poured thousand island dressing on the salad which came from a plastic box.

later, i tried to bedek daddy to get some ice-cream. i smothered him with my most charming wet kisses on his cheeks, and pointed at the ice-cream bowl while babbling disarmingly at him to show my keen interest.

alas, daddy’s just to clever for me too. he merely ignored me like a robot till the bowl was cleaned out.

one day, daddy, i will get my revenge.

mark my words!

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