sittin at the dock of the bay, watching the tide roll away… this song is the complete opposite…
took a half day off, I have approx 60 hours more of time off. the noise around me is immense as I sit along orchard road. boys bantering over I have no idea what have finally left, decibel level was way too high. then it was disgruntled employee auntie who was mumbling above the music blaring from the speakers, no mean feat… and I realize Spore is a proper city, the noise the mess the number of malls… or at least this part is. Inordinate number of cars and judging by the number of people on the roads, attracting tourists or the falling birth rate hardly seem to be problems.
The final clue that spore is a city, too much of a city (I m suddenly dreaming of waking up and seeing mountains in the distance. wanderlust is rearing it’s head again) … a pigeon trying to wolf down a greasy French fry. Y-U-C-K
