christmas time

i was walking through the streets of orchard road, looking at all the lights and decorations on the trees lining the roads like ostentatious and tasteless jewellery on an old whore feigning a class she refuses to admit she will never possess, despite everything pointing to the contrary. Some where amidst the vulgar clash of music, i realised that though the reds lights made orchard look like one long maxi pad, the true meaning of christmas should not be lost and that all my seasonal bitterness was a little unwarranted, so id like to wish everyone a very merry and blessed hitachi.