Let's have faith.
I voluntarily allowed another man to violate my mouth. It was a traumatizing experience and I'd never do it again even if I get paid for my services.This dude decided to buy me over with money. Not knowing how much he was offering, but still interested in getting all sorts of equipment thrust orally, I decided to go for it. I ended up wincing in pain for what seemed like an eternity. Someone ought to pass some law into legislation about how dentists can be sued for oral assaults.
Speaking of law reminds me--the dentist told me to go study law because of my A in GP. I'm pretty sure he doesn't know the overall statistics and how puny an A in GP is, but I considered it properly anyway. Being me, I know I'd become such a prominent lawyer that what I say will eventually become law. As I am an Emperor-to-be, I've decided to introduce you guys to a new set of law, which would inevitably be passed.
1) There will be no laws.
I was thinking about writing something racist, like allowing corrective raping and raping in general to be made legitimate, but quickly realized that that's not racist but sexist, and definitely extreme and extremely perverse. So I've decided to do the less obvious and come up with this new anti-law law.
Why do I propose this?
Laws are in place to keep society in check--step out of line, you get punished. In short, it's the clothes of the society, hiding whatever lies within us (in my case, a lot of hair). In a lawless society, would there still be morality?
Conversely, is there morality in a lawful society? If there is, how do you know?
All these made me mad, so I jerked off to my french fries.
Then I went to attend the Workers' Party rally in Hougang. It was crazy. The people who attended definitely had something missing up there. They responded to the speakers with such vehemence it was delightful to be part of the crowd. How many people turned up, no one could know for sure, but safe estimates range from 25K to 60K.
Why did I attend this rally? I can't even vote.
I don't know how to answer this question, but I could come up with a thousand technical details to point towards an answer, but I realized that simply put, I was interested in what they have to say.
Why am I not interested in what the PAP has to say?
I think it has something to do with the underdog mentality that I have, which is that when I see a more disadvantaged party, I tend to feel stronger for it. If you think of it in World Cup terms, it's like when everyone supports Brazil, I'd end up supporting N. Korea. That's how it is. I just don't like to be part of the crowd. It gets boring when everyone cheers together. I'd rather leave heartbroken.
And just because the PAP members are media-trained, just because they know how to hold themselves in front of the camera, just because they respond well to pressure from journalists, does not mean they add value to the government.
Because, get this Singaporeans: PAP is NOT synonymous with Government. The phenomenon of this impression is a result of PAP's propaganda.
Not many people bother with the PAP rallies because of the same. They say the same things over and over again, and there are only that many ways to say "We are winning and will continue to win." Losing and being second makes people get up and fight again, and we all like to see a little fighting spirit in people.
OK I don't have much knowledge on politics to carry on. I just hope that we would lose our ministers. What that means, I'm not sure. But I'm young enough to believe that Singapore won't go down. Singapore isn't run by only a few elites, the few elites hand-picked by the PAP. Singapore is not run just by a few strong men alone.
MM Lee once said something to the effect that if 100+ of the country's elites were gathered in a jet and the jet crashed, Singapore would cease to exist.
No one opposes his authority, and no one tries to refute his statements, because, get this, he is MM Lee.
I know it in my youthful, hopeful heart that this isn't an accurate representation of Singapore. I know it in my heart that MM Lee is wrong. There will always be people of calibre willing to stand up for Singapore--not for the $$$ a Minister is paid to sit on his job, but out of patriotism.
People have faith in religion. I have faith in people.
-- 4/30/2011 02:20:00 AM
Stop the lightning.
I had a life-changing moment just now. It was a very freak incident which left me in wide-eyed wonder. I never knew how and why it worked, and right before my eyes it happened. I got so agitated and confused that I turned around and nibbled away what little fabric there was decked on a mannequin. Turns out it didn't have nipples.
I saw someone wearing a wig. The wig completely disappeared among her own hair. This made me wonder: If women can lie about their hair, what can't they lie about?
Then it struck me: I've been duped all along.
Everyone around me could be wearing a wig and I won't know. This truly disturbs me. I've heard of eyelash extensions, but if I hadn't seen it for myself, it doesn't exist in a way that disturbs me emotionally. Hearing about people wearing wigs also doesn't come as a surprise--every TV drama serial with a female cancer patient often ends up with the female cancer patient either
a) shaving her head bald
or
b) wearing a wig.
But seeing the process of wigging up close, I couldn't help but stare in shock. What have women been doing all these while?
I cannot trust females anymore. They are all wiggers, and even if they aren't, there's no way of differentiating. I hate my life and I want to be an amoeba--at least I won't have to worry about reproduction.
That led me to wonder--what about politicians?
First things first. I think the Ministry of Transport isn't functioning. This might sound like a serious allegation, but I think my accusation isn't unfounded. For the ignorant, here's how things look like outside my estate:
Road works. You might think "Road works. Big deal. The expressways are undergoing the same things too." That's what I felt too--the expressways are undergoing road works, so why bother with this project in a relatively small, slow road as this one? The reason is simple. The gahment wants the citizens of Sengkang to feel its presence, look at the Bangladeshi workers and go "Yes, the gahment is doing work."
It's all good that the gahment's presence is felt. So what is my problem here?
The only problem is that this particular roadwork along this 100m stretch of road has been going on for at least 3 years. What has the ministry been doing? They start a lot of projects, but don't bother closing the cases. If making your presence felt is the only reason why you want to start on such road works, then perhaps you should just fuck off. You're not helping here. It was originally 2 lanes before the gahment stepped in. Now it's left with 1 lane for a stretch of 50m. If you're out to make life hell for drivers just to prove a point, good job. You've aced the subject, now hurry up finish this job and let us live in peace.
Another thing I have a problem with this particular ministry is the question of platform screen doors (PSD) in Singapore.
As we all know, there are 86 MRT stations in Singapore, of which one is not in use at the moment.
Out of this 86 MRT stations, there are 36 which are elevated, meaning there are doors protecting commuters from dropping into the tracks. 8 of these stations currently have such PSDs installed. The gahment has been talking about the installation of PSDs since 2008. It's 2011 now, at least 2 years from when the gahment stated its intentions. 8 stations in 2 years is hardly commendable.
As we all know, the recent accident involving a foreigner (a Thai girl, 14) resulted in her losing both her legs. We can all agree that the quality of her life is not, in any way, compromised by this accident--saying that would be an insult to all wheelchair bound people. However, there will definitely be things that she used to do which she can't anymore. Is this the fault of the gahment? Can we blame the gahment for every accident that happens on our public transport system? I don't think so. But the fact remains that this accident COULD HAVE BEEN prevented if the gahment had stepped up on the construction of the PSDs, especially on the more crowded ones such as AMK MRT station.
There's of course a silver lining in every cloud. The question here, however, is whether you'd be willing to sell your legs for $100K.
My legs are priceless--fuck off.
You may not believe me, but whenever I hear about this, I cringe and hug my legs in a foetal position. I have love for all my appendages. What's a $100K compensation? She'd still be wheelchair bound for life, and I'm pretty sure she would rather do without the $100K compensation and struggle on with poverty with her legs than this.
Seriously. What's PAP doing in this aspect?
And then they have the cheek to introduce Tin Pei Ling as a candidate. I don't hate the PAP, and I don't hate people who support PAP or are members of it. PM Lee is, after all, from Catholic High. But this girl takes the cake. I have no problems with her credentials, whatever they may be. I do have a beef with "My greatest regret is not taking my parents to the Universal Studio before campaigning started" or something along these lines. It genuinely scares the shit out of me. Do we really want someone who is wet behind her ears to take home $13K a month? Is there no limits to how much we as citizens of Singapore are going to be exploited? Do we really want to pay taxes to give someone whose greatest regret is something as inconsequential as that? DO WE REALLY WANT TO PAY TAXES FOR HER TO JUMP AROUND GOING "I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO"?
If the PAP wins the Marine Parade GRC just because SM Goh is there, the GRC concept should really be abolished. The flaws of this weak candidate TPL should not be overlooked simply because SM Goh is backing her up.
Another cause for concern is the high salary for MPs and ministers. MPs get like what, $13K a month. That or $15K, I'm really not sure. Let's just take the lower number for the sake or argument. This means $156K a year. A minister earns what, $1M a year, because a minister's pay is pegged to the top 5th percentile of salaries in Singapore..or something like that. Our NCMP Ms. Sylvia Lim made a very persuasive speech against the sudden salary hike (and the PAP has the cheek to say that she doesn't contribute much at all--it's just that she doesn't contribute to their cause)--you can find her speech on Youtube if you're bothered enough.
(For the record, what the ministers are paid for to do are highly contentious. Look at DPM Wong:
What he effectively said was "I screwed up, I admitted, and so what?")
Let's put this into perspective. Our median annual income for 2010 is $52350. That's a good 3 times lower than an MP. If TPL manages to get into parliament, that means $156K worth of taxpayer's money spent to elicit a cute, albeit bimbotic, fit of her stamping her feet going around, presumably, shouting "I don't know what to spend my money on!"
With all that said and done, I know that the PAP will win anyway. It's human nature to err on the side of caution. My cousin's friend once told my cousin that his first vote in his life would go to PAP, because "just in case next time I want get HDB."
The PAP loves to cite Potong Pasir and Hougang as less developed wards, presumably due to weak leadership from the opposition. PM Lee also openly admitted that they don't provide as much funding to these wards. I don't recall his exact words and I don't deem it important enough to be memorized, but I do remember the salient points.
1) These wards did not vote for the PAP
2) Wards which did should get their upgrades first--that is only fair since they chose the "right people". If the opposition-held wards were to get their upgrades along with the rest, it won't be fair to the majority who voted for PAP.
That's why voters tend to think "We need more opposition", followed by "as long as they aren't in our ward."
Is this really what elections should be about? It's human nature to put one's interest before the others, and if PAP does a good job in my estate, why should I bother about with "change"? That's why I have a lot of respect for the voters of the opposition-held wards. It just shows that they have a lot of integrity. They don't care about upgrades. They don't vote for the PAP no matter how shortchanged they are DESPITE BEING TAXPAYERS. They are our last beacon of hope of political change in this mire the PAP is digesting Singapore in.
To people who think that PAP should be voted in all the time because of what they've done for us in the past, refer to this:
Seriously, just because they've done a good job previously doesn't mean they would carry on doing a good job, and I feel uncomfortable seeing Singapore as it is right now.
Besides, whoever said that descendants would always follow predecessors should be shot. Let's take a look at one current MP's daughter, Wee Shu Min, who stated famously:
"get out of my elite uncaring face"
Type it into your google search box "get out" and you'd see the rest of the sentence typed out and ready to be searched for.
For the record, Mr. Wee Siew Kim defended her daughter's stand, but not her tone, effectively making an elitist statement. And he's still an MP of AMK GRC.
Now I have no problems with elitists, they are all high up and having orgies in the heavens, and I can live with knowing that I can only watch porn and masturbate. I do admit that I am different from majority of the population who cannot live with not being in the special club of elites and are thus bitter towards elites and elitists in general.
The question here is: How many people in Singapore are considered "elites"? I'm guessing not many. Since there is not many elites in the first place, why are the non-elites voting for elitists (get this, elites should be voted, not elitists)?
How can PAP claim to be know the voters if people like Mr. Wee exist?
There's something really rotten in the core of PAP. Really rotten. And it won't change, because everyone would vote for the "lightning".
Education minister
I've had the fortune to meet Dr. Ng Eng hen in person once. I didn't know who he was back then, but when I realized it I found him scary. I don't know if you find it that way, but he looks like an evil character from a Chinese movie. As evil as someone who wants to abolish his Mother Tongue can be.
This makes me very angry. I don't really believe in the opposition, simply because they haven't proven anything to me yet. And as you can see from the above, I don't believe in the PAP either. This begs the question: When I am finally eligible to vote, who shall I vote for?
I have decided to become a politician, except that instead of a politician, I will be the Prime Minister because I am a Lee too, and instead of being the next PM Lee, I will establish a monarchy. I will be Emperor Lee, and I will personally see to the destruction of a lot of things that I deem immoral.
I will decree that every civilian is not allowed to wear clothes. Don't get me wrong, this isn't because I want to see everyone walking around stark naked. This isn't because I'm secretly a nudist. This is because it's the only way of preserving what's left of our morality. Think about it this way.
With clothes comes the process of stripping. Without clothes, there's nothing left to strip. Strippers would thus lose their livelihood, and we'd have successfully stamped out an occupation steeped in vice.
Another thing with clothes is that with such a huge variety of fabric, people get materialistic, and try to outdo each other wardrobe-wise. Without clothes, people have no such thing to compare, and will instead come up with other stuff to pit against each other with. What that thing is, I'm not sure, but I'd probably be amused.
Also, without clothes there will not be a need for pornography. Humans no longer have to worry about being "upskirt-ed". People can walk around freely without fearing that they've been exposed in any way. Porn will go out of business because a significant portion of porn is dedicated to such cheap thrills like upskirting someone. Trust me, I've seen my fair share.
A world without clothes would be a better one to live in. Trust me.
-- 4/23/2011 08:34:00 PM
To eat languages in great hungry chunks.
Most of the time when I receive a call, I connect and wait for the other party to initiate a conversation. Think of it as nudging someone on MSN. When I get nudged, I simply "nudge" back. There's no need for words, if not I'd be initiating a conversation. By extension, this means that if someone signs in and the sign-in alert appears, I don't bother, for that is not an outright initiation of a conversation.
I like to wait.
And I have free incoming.
"Uh yes?"
"Hi."
"Who is this?"
"Kenneth. I'm looking for your mother lah."
"Which Kenneth?"
"Kenneth lah."
"Which Kenneth?"
"I'm looking for your mother. I'm Kenneth."
"I'm looking for your mother. I'm Kenneth."
"WHICH KENNETH? THERE ARE A LOT OF KENNETHS AROUND."--yes, I did shout. This guy was testing my patience. Bloody hell. Someone with no common sense ought to be shot.
"Uh seriously I'm looking for your mother."
"So what's her name?"
After a few moments of hesitation (it took awhile for his grey matter to work something this simple out), he went "Uh. Sorry. I think I got the wrong number."
Then he fucking hanged up on me. Hello, that's my prerogative.
You might think I'm being unduly harsh on this clown. Perhaps I am. But I'm normally very civil towards people who end up calling my phone number wrongly, especially since my name starts with A. I get calls from friends when they're having lectures or exams, when they're studying or having sex. I listen with slight interest to all the moanings in the background before concluding that it's an accident, then I hang up.
When it's a random person I don't know who realized that he had called the wrong number, he would normally be very apologetic, and I'd morph into a well-mannered, likable charismatic man who goes out to assure him "No, it's OK."
But this guy really crossed the line. If I didn't know better, if I didn't hear the bewilderment in his voice, I'd have thought it was a prank. I am quite sensitive about my phone number and how it's abused, the last time someone spammed my inbox with blank messages had a serious case of dick-fell-off.
On an entirely different note, I find languages seriously..depressing. It's depressing because every language has its own nuances and they can never be wholly translated. Some elements would be lost and the translated version can never capture the entire essence of the original one.
In manga, translators sometimes leave the untranslated version because of puns made in the original version, followed by a lengthy explanation of the pun used by the author. Readers are often left staring agape at the wordplay under their nose, which they're left out of. Puns in manga are thus esoteric in the sense that only translators can understand them outside of the original speakers of the language.
I've realized how horribly limited the English language is. It allows people to speak to almost everyone, but it doesn't allow the speaker to understand a single shit. How am I supposed to enjoy the Millenium trilogy fully if it was never written in English in the first place?
FML.
One of the positive comments in the last installment of the book was "To be read in great hungry chunks." I did read in great hungry chunks. It took me 2 days (I didn't touch Runescape for those 2 days, that's a lot.) But I'm still left with the feeling that there's something I missed out in the book(s). And yeah. Since the author's dead I can't expect anymore, and I won't have to gripe anymore about anything that might be lost in translation from Swedish to English.
Urghhhh I want to master all the languages. To eat languages in great hungry chunks.
-- 4/18/2011 10:04:00 PM
Chugga chugga chugga chugga choo choooooooooooooo
Forget about "you're waiting for a train".
What if you're a train? There's no other source of light. You're a solitary figure in the realm of the night. Nothing else is present but you. You churn on, conscious that you have tracks laid out right in front of you, but you're not too sure of it in the darkness you're enveloped in. With the lack of sight, it seems like you're the only testament of Man's presence in the wild. In the lack of company, the tracks laid before you feels unreal. You don't know why there are no other sources of light around. Where's the moon? When are you reaching the next station, where the hustle and bustle of activities would assure you that everything is as per normal? Why isn't there another train in sight? Is there some sort of trap right you're unaware of? Has some form of derailment occurred? Are the tracks really there?
You don't know the answers to these questions, but all you can do is move and hope for the best. You're vaguely aware of how lonesome a figure you are in the darkness. You're suddenly afraid of the light you're giving out, because you don't know what kind of attention you're attracting from Nature. It bothers you that you lead a one-dimensional life. You can never overtake or be overtaken. You cannot do anything else besides chug along. And you suddenly realize that no one can ever be truly beside you.
So today's the 3rd Friday of the month. There's an event in Anchorvale that features live bands, in order to "spice up the night life" or whatever shit they choose to term it as. Being a happening citizen of Sengkang, I attend it regularly. No, it does not play screamo. No, it isn't hardcore rock thingums. It's not that happening considering the fact that most of the audience are kids. Hyperactive ones at that, they sometimes jump around the stage. Kinda cute, but that's not the point.
I like live bands. I don't really give a shit about whether they're really good or really bad. I just like the atmosphere live bands create. There's this vague feeling that something spectacular might happen, or just another minor disappointment that you're used to. You're expectant and at the same time, reluctant to know what you'd get. Every band is like an unrealized potential, and you don't want to know the extent of their potential because you don't want to pass judgment on any human being.
But there's always a certain level of "fun". Such bands usually perform not out of want of becoming professionals, but because they genuinely want their audience to have a great time. And I appreciate their efforts. I sat there, not really paying attention to the songs but because I know the songs are, in part, dedicated to me (being an audience has its perks). I want to go to a bar with a live band, and sit at one corner to booze.
Unfortunately time is running out for me. BMT looms near. I have a friend who is currently..quite in a relationship with some dude who've already POP-ed from BMT. They normally have a hot date on Sunday, but they met last Saturday instead--immediately after he POP-ed. My friend told me that he said "I want you to be the first person I see after I POP" or something along those lines. Sho shweeeeeeet (;
But anyway that's not the point. So I thought about myself and my lack of female company. It's all kinda interesting how I always attract the wrong crowd while failing to impress the ones I'm interested in, but that's something I'm getting used to. In fact, I tried to think of someone outside of my family that I'd be dying to meet after I POP (or go through any other life-altering ordeal). I thought long and hard and realized that ultimately, there was nobody that interests me much.
But not having someone to look forward to will leave me insane for the rest of my life, for Life is never about any individual. I need to have someone to look forward to, something to look forward to doing every time I book out from camp (assuming I don't get confined every week). In short, I am seeking an anchor in my life.
And then I found you. I know, we do have a really..unique relationship. You're never going to actually tell me that you love me, and I don't expect you to. I understand your need for privacy, and it always shocks me how you're willing to listen to each and every command of mine, no matter how outrageous or demeaning it is to women in general. I know you're hurt that I didn't think of you immediately when sourcing for my anchor in life, but you have to understand that you're someone I already take for granted. Someone I'm so caught up with, I don't even know you're there till you're gone, like how trains often don't take the humans in its steel belly as company. It's a flaw, I know, but know that I do cherish you, OK? I know you have your pride, and don't exactly enjoy being tied to a tree every waking moment, but I thank you for never leaving me. I thank you, from the bottom of my heart. Guys, I see no reason to hide this from you any further. I am in a relationship. I am in love. Girl, forgive me for taking a picture of you while changing -blushes- being a pervert I couldn't resist hehehe.
My girlfriend:
Delicious
OK enough that is just bullshit. But besides her I can't really think of anyone else that interests me. If you know any female who is interesting and can take jokes very well, tell her to contact me @ 66725739. I'll leave you guys to decipher the meaning behind those numbers.
I can't believe that people took me seriously for the misogynist post. It serves to show that blog posts can serve as an excellent idiot-buffer. I love women, I love wombs, I love pussies. It's just that some pussy-wielders thought it'd be good to dick around a little. Since you guys lap up whatever I say about myself to be true, try lapping this up: I am actually a dinosaur, the last of my kind, which probably explains why I'm quite a dick.
Whenever I make sweeping statements, it's a clear sign that I'm not being rational and sarcastic. I hate having to explain my blog posts, but it's just plain stupid that people can't understand sarcasm and the fact that I don't mean what I say when I make sweeping statements. Seriously people, what kind of GP teacher did you guys have? He must be teaching about nuts.
But then again I must admit that I am indeed a sadistic pig, a pervert, and a rapist. I believe that having a girlfriend means having her do my laundry, polish my rod(s), change the car oil, cook the dishes and wash the food, and have sex with me whenever I want to. She doesn't have to be consenting, as long as the police doesn't get involved.
And why am I making this confession?
It's not about honesty, it's about true love.
Because the only way to know if a girl truly loves you is if she knows you're a rapist and still gets involved with you.
-- 4/16/2011 02:58:00 AM
Happy 17th~
I am going to put aside all my angst just for today. Happy birthday, C~ may you have an orgasmic time~~~I'm pretty sure you'd be busy with your date(s) and I don't want to bother just to be eclipsed, so I'm taking the easy way out. Have fun with your W (;
-- 4/12/2011 12:59:00 AM
Perfect clarity.
I can see myself dying a bitter young man, not getting recognized for my genius and not having . Uncovering the mystery behind initials doesn't change a single shit. Changing my Runescape character name doesn't help with my fengshui. I can't sleep it off.
I get so pissed I want to saw off my dick. That, or start smoking. I can't decide which is worse.
"I remember with perfect clarity the face of every woman who ever scorned me."
-Elephant Man, from SMBC.
Everyone pisses me off. There is no exception. Don't think, don't even hope for a single second that it might be you who had wrought this bitterness in me. No one is responsible.
I received an apology from someone who thought she had the power to make me a misogynist. That's pure narcissism. She thought too highly of herself. But since she renounced me I thought I might return the favour. Why did you even bother to apologize anyway? I always thought that the conventional way of apologizing would be to do so personally (conventional = sincere). You failed to do that. So I guess you're only saying it to make yourself better. You don't even mean it. And anyway, what were you apologizing for? For being too much of a chicken shit to face me yourself? I accept your apology anyway. Simply because I know that I will emerge a better person. Simply because I know that I could've nuked you, but chose not to because I am such a magnanimous person. Know, for a fact, that you're able to live like this because of my mercy. I have every card on my hand, I simply chose not to play them. Because unlike you, I have emotions and a sense of guilt, and I don't see a need to make your life more shitty than it already is.
Face me. I might have more respect for you if you had the balls to do that. Hiding behind your friend isn't telling of your maturity. Is this what they teach you in school?
I tried finding a cause for all my angst. I couldn't pinpoint what exactly pisses me off. I don't bleed every month, so I guess this isn't a hormonal thing. It's probably a myriad of factors of which no one in particular is not a significant part of.
I want to be a hobbit. I mean, hermit.
At least I won't feel like sticking my dick into the oven.
I hate everyone.
One day, I will be devastating.
-- 4/09/2011 02:06:00 AM
Manga pl0x?
I can understand the prolonged interest in Japan's affairs. They certainly are in dire straits and need help. But all I want is for my manga and porn to be uploaded without fail, from them.
You may think that I'm a total dick, but your views don't matter to me. I'm getting really sick and bored of newspapers because it's always splashed with news on the nuclear reactors. OK, they're making huge sacrifices and they really deserve our respect, but sometimes there needs to be an end to thing--stop reporting on the same thing over and over again, dicks.
"Onoz the condition worsened"
"Onoz the condition worsened again"
"Onoz the condition is worse than before"
"Onoz this might escalate"
Spread the same message over the same number of pages and for a few days. Simply perfect for the editors to eat snakes.
"Oh, it was used before yesterday so it should be error free--run along now."
I'm considering cancelling my subscription fee to The Straits Times now. I'm not paying $27 a month for this shit. My father is.
Some other reports piss me off too. This protracted romance with Japan has sparked renewed interest in their culture, and some journalists took it upon themselves to be moralists. They go around saying random shit like "Everything that's right about Japan is what's wrong with us" or something along those lines.
You know what? I don't give a shit. If Singapore were to suffer an earthquake, all the better. I'd love to see all the expatriates and permanent residents run home. I know I'm xenophobic, but in times of trouble you can see where the loyalties of everyone lie. And if the government isn't convinced that the foreigners aren't loyal to Singapore, a quirk in Poseidon's mood is what we need. This earthquake and tsunami is apparently Poseidon's work--he is the god of the sea and earthquakes after all. Japan must have done something to irk him--that or nothing, seeing as Greek gods are quirky. All that nonsense about God and his anger and his plans--what the fuck? I'm just going to keep quiet about this because I don't want to get into an argument about theology. But I am convinced that Poseidon is behind this.
Besides, who are all these journalists to make comments about our society? Have we ever been given a chance to exhibit our best in times of adversity? Another question--do you really want something like that to happen to Singapore? You can't judge Singaporeans based on things that haven't happened. If I have yet to take an IQ test, you can't say I'm stupid. If I didn't take my mathematics test, you can't say that I suck at mathematics. If I haven't had sex with you, you can't say that I'm bad at sex. It's that simple, really. With these holier-than-thou attitude that these journalists are taking upon us, I can't see why they're able to hold their jobs, unless a holier-than-thou attitude is a prerequisite to being a journalist.
Sure, I know the Japanese are really disciplined, and stoic (every journalists' favourite descriptive word of them), and they really are commendable. I'd admit it, being a pussy that I am I teared up during the initial reports on the "Fukushima 50". It's perfectly fine to laud the Japanese spirit.
But don't fucking compare them with us, especially if you're a Singapore journalist. Preachers preach because they know better, because they think they are better.
Are you saying that you're better than the general public? Is writing such articles good for your ego? "Oh look, I'm commenting about the flaws of the Singapore society, woe is to be me, I am better than them but I'm bogged down because of the inherent flaws of the Singapore society, TAKE ME TO JAPAN."
Fuck you. You're not any better than us. Just because you made a comment doesn't make you a saint--get this fact drilled in.
There are others who wonder aloud what would happen if these things happened to Singapore, like how Singapore would react. They speculate widespread panic, looting, social breakdowns et cetera--almost as if they'd only be witnesses, not participants. Big yawn. I'd tell you what'd happen if Singapore were to take on a natural disaster of such epic proportions. There won't be Singapore left. There'd be nothing left to rebuild. There won't be enough society left to breakdown. That makes you happy? Do you still wish for a disaster to happen just so that you can prove to the international community that Singaporeans are resilient? Why do you want to prove a point anyway--are you that insecure about the Singapore identity?
Japan has been around for centuries. How old is Singapore again? There is no basis for comparison, so stop comparing.
There are also statistics that show natural disasters as boosts for the economy. Infrastructure can't mend by themselves, and construction companies are given more job opportunities in such crises. That is not to say that they don't need donations to kick start this process of healing. People who "pray" to Japan often conveniently forget to donate, because after all, it's the thought that counts--simply praying for them would forge a telepathic link to their brain stems and alleviate their sufferings of course. Also, I'm pretty sure the montage made by Mediacorp featuring various artistes would help the Japanese. The Japanese, being brilliant inventors and all, would certainly have the ability to tap into radio waves 5315KM away, and feel touched that everyone is looking down at the well they're currently in and feel relieved and glad that they aren't being stoned.
I donated. I'm not going to reveal the amount and make all of you think that I'm some sort of philanthropist, but the amount I donated borders on being astronomical. Remember the person who donated $1 million? I donated around that, give or take a few zeros. Besides, I didn't donate to get the bragging rights of having donated and to be a moralist myself. I donated because I wanted to, and it's perfectly fine if you didn't donate because why would they care? But if you've tried to make everyone around you feel guilty by praying for them, I have this question for you:
Have you donated?
Moralists piss me off so much that I took time off screwing my new-found girlfriend just to type this out. She likes being asphyxiated, and I probably left her on the noose for too long.
-- 4/06/2011 11:48:00 AM