Everybody pretends not to have any money when i proposed to share our money to buy that jelly bean.
Next thing you know, everybody crowds around you to have a piece of it.
That's how Singaporeans are brought up.
Complains, Great Singapore Sales, Kiasu-ism, Follow the leader, Cheap Skate, Queuing lines, Vulagrities and many many many more.
The list goes on and on. And just when it stops, the cycle repeats itself.
It is said when a group of people practices that particular action it slowly passed down to their descendants and eventually it becomes a culture.
Culture defines who we are, so much so, that it reflects our identity.
Oh wait..........
My god.... Why the hell I'm i writing this!?
LOL....
Everybody is addicted to Willy Wonka's Jelly Beans.
I swear to whoever there is that IT IS THE BEST SWEET EVER!
Okay not the best in this universe but the best in SRJC.
One bite and you'll be dragged into the world of narcotic.
It's like a drug but the craving stop when you consume the packet wholly.
What proof do i have you say?
Here are some evidence to satisfy your curiosity:
Gabriel - He pleaded me to open the bag of jelly beans. His emotions changed in an instant. From a happy guy to a grumpy ol' bastard.
Rui Peng - He dislike the taste of Jelly Beans but this one changes his perspective of jelly beans. It's like he has seen the light! He gave excuses that he didn't like but moments later he continue to eat. Also, he made a U-turn from going home just to get some piece of the food.
Eunice - She switched tables just to eat the jelly beans.
Kai Zheng - He secretly takes my jelly beans thinking that i'm oblivious of it.
Reza - He kept begging me for more.
Fadilah - She took some for her friends after eating a few.
See!
I told you!
It's up to you whether to put your trust in me or not. When a new day reaches dawn
I feel it's worth the wait
But I tumble and I fall
When up against my fate
When the barricades come down
I build them up again
When I'm just about to drown
I still don't know the end
Sometimes I tremble
Like a little child
That faces morning
With a broken smile
Sometimes I crumble
When the shades unfurl
Sometimes I feel that
I could rule the world
When the morning comes alive
Release your love brigade
At the end of day it's night
To suck it up with hate
(that faces morning
With a broken smile
Sometimes I crumble
When the shades unfurl
Sometimes I feel that
I could rule the world
