Thursday, August 17, 2006
A moment of beauty, lifetimes of regrets
Boom! Crack!Heads turn up as fireworks explode into the night sky.
It's funny how so many people are fascinated about fireworks. It's something I simply cannot understand, or even remotely feel excited for.
The more expressive of the lot would probably chide me with responses like
"Ay, you don't understand lah. It's so beautiful, that moment of beauty is worth anything. Just like love at first sight."
To which my opinion is that, fireworks are a serious case of POLLUTION.
Why? Take for example National Day.
Every year, there is a display of fireworks. Beside the actual day, there's preview, and probably a few rehearsals. Not forgetting those 'trials' to test the fireworks (I presume there are, otherwise how to come up with all those fancy designs, which apparently looks all the same to me).
Multiply that by the number of countries in the world which celebrate their National Days by having fireworks too!
Add to that number, the times fireworks were there to mark the opening of some significant (some not-so-significant, and others not-significant) places/buildings/monuments etc. Think esplanade.
Highly likely that at least once every year, some country will say "Hey, we're 40/50/100 years old already! Let's have more fireworks!"
You get the drift? It's so bad you see the effect almost immediately! Just look at those people holding on to umbrellas in the stadium top most seats. Not to mention that future generations will have to bear the rotten fruits of these doings.
Of course, you can argue that fireworks get people high.
Uncreative. Go think of some other way to get people fascinated. Fireworks should be banned, like CFC.
Like the sensor thingy at Orchard Cineleisure Level 1. Go and you'll see what I mean.
That's what I call WORTH IT.
Labels: life
posted by QueenPig @ 9:43 PM
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