MERDEKA

Happy birthday, land of chaos.

I'm working from 3pm to 12mn. Normal commuters are out there celebrating this aged event, drinking, dancing, throwing confetti, fucking, fighting.. etc
And I'm in the office shoving off loads of shit in Outlook.

The pathetic shift-workers were so deprived of all the above that we stood outside the porch waiting for the fireworks. After waiting for 20 minutes, we watched the fireworks booming and blooming in silence. Eyes fixated, expressionless and the whole starry night lasted for a mere 10 minutes. Then slowly everyone left in a straight line. The whole fancy merdeka night was celebrated by witnessing the fireworks.
Hooha, so damn havoc.

I have been queasy for the whole night. This is because I WANT TO BOOZE! Especially when people are parking their butts in the pubs, be it for merdeka (i guess it only serves as a convenience) or for pre-holiday frenzy... I want to be part of the fun too!
But I am still stuck in the office.
By this time party-goers are packing up, some must be squatting at a corner puking their livers out, some sleeping in the pubs, some cleaning the snowfoam from their hairs, police guarding the streets.. aww I can imagine all these...

Okay, tomorrow's not good either. There is no holiday for me - a contractual slave to Royal Dutch.

Argh, so deprived.
TAKE ME OUT!!