Sunday, April 30, 2006

Screw those politics!

Gagging order
http://www.singaporedemocrat.org/articlebloggingban.html

Opposition views are interesting, and provide a good read. The SDP website.

The one-sided coverage of the election campaign makes one wonder if Mediacorp is having double standards... The recent blunder by Gomez has been attacked violently by the PAP in a war of words. All of them have had their say, and the media hears it.

Any ruler knows the media is one of the surest ways to subvert a population. There are undecided votes, (eg. apathethic youth) that would just sway to one side with the excessive media coverage. Underground struggles are always mere struggles. There is just no fair-playing field in Singapore politics.

Gestures. Politicians hugging babies, talking to minority races. I mean, can we have some sincerity, rather than the BULLSHIT coming out from the box? I appeal to the media: please don't air such ad nauseum on purpose, to buy undecided votes!

I admire Gomez's courage for making the apology. The leading party is complacent because of their majority, & their track record, for taking care of the majority - the more well-off.

That FTA is the only solution to our problems. Of course, international relations are important. What makes anyone think that other political parties are not as qualified? That they will not be able to carry off the FTA as well? Without political diversity, any single party in power tends to become corrupt, and a sector of the population's needs uncatered for.

Yes, the NKF saga, we won't forget. Where's the recent (unestablished) connection between Durai & the 'peanuts' comment? How can the money from the populace, in the form of taxes, in the form of sincere donations be labelled as peanuts? Can we doubt if the Party is still as pure as we think? One wonders.

"Aiyah, KNS... Politics is damn wayang lah..."

Friday, April 28, 2006

Rock Around the Clock

bombombombombombombombombombombom (?)x

Screw those mikes. I will bomb the stage. I swear upon the precious.

Monday, April 24, 2006

F*

It is raining.

I have been cursing a lot lately. The F word is simply indispensable in daily life. A gentleman I am not. The world is simply F~'d up, you know...!



The urge to write in my blog came knocking in the aftermath of a sibling quarrel. Fresh in my mind, my great brother, the ill-spirited oaf, the temperamental, autocratic bastard, just shouted at me in the living room for me to shut up. I was taken aback momentarily with shock, for I had been walking 2 legs, and talking in the corridor to Mother. His gesture was like someone throwing a tennis ball in your face. I stopped mid-sentence, and told him to fix the computer he had been mishandling, causing a problem with the reader, damaging CDs. Esp. one I had borrowed from the school library.

Enraged, I imagined seizing a kitchen fruit knife - I had entered the kitchen - and plunging it into his heart, to end his life. He can die for all I care, until my wrath spills over.

The mentally unstable is capable of doing such things in cold blood if provoked maliciously.

But to empathise with his feelings, my wise, magnamious mother gave the reasons for his bitching about: his exam's tomorrow.

It's my turn to bitch now. His bad mood is like a storm, and uncalled for. I mean, Have you heard of someone who plays - & sings awfully - noisy hard-rock songs at loud volume for self-gratification? Have you seen someone who treats the ones he's familiar with as if he had power over them; and in front of unfamiliar people, behave like an angel? He's a tactful one, he is. The one who is full of disrespect. How can he exhibit destructive behaviour so infectiously? At home? How can he be so rude to MY parents? He doesn't deserve such kindness.

Karma will overrun him. His bad deeds will be avenged upon himself, if remain uncorrected.

If you were to catch a glimpse of my thoughts within a speech bubble, it would take the form of a continuous line, forming a convoluted mesh that has a number of intersections approaching infinity. Otherwise, it may display the usual curses, and in Hokkien too... souveniours from my beloved secondary school classmates & friends.

With such a disruptive sibling at home, that cares only for himself, how can I ever focus on my studies, and live in peace?

Sunday, April 23, 2006

Politics are evil.

rulers r more or less attracted by power. They ultimately deny, of course! But where's the truth? Why the hell is one old man desperately clinging on to his seat, trying to retain his power? All the same, why are rulers (emperors) fervent believers of dynasties? Do they believe their mandate (ability to rule) takes root in their genes?

What mechanisms are there in place for keeping out all opposition? Look around you for all the subtleties, and all the obvious signs. F***ed up, I say. Media coverage, giving out $$ just before the election... buying our votes.

And on the TV, talk, talk... "Your lips keep moving, but all I hear is BLAH BLAH". Just how many promises can anyone make w/o breaking them? Openess and political freedom? (Now the arrests, the police, the insiders, the pitiable sycophants which you and me are guilty of behaving) Now where is the love, MAN?

I hate soundchecks. The emcee is KING in these events. He who loves the sound of his own voice. He can make/ break an event. He is f***ing noisy. especially early in the morning, when human alertness is at peak, the din is magnified hundredfold

Policemen are stationed downstairs, so the urge to pelt them with waterbombs is curbed. I mean, who the f*** wakes up at 7.30 AM on Sunday morning, to dance tracks like CRAZY FROG? What about our way of life? This is unforgivable...

I swore - if I were above 21, and there was an opposition candidate in my constituency, I won't vote for The PAP. "But screw, I'm only nineteen". I meana what the fucka? Everyone in the house that morning, was complaining & grumbling. And I devised evil plans I would get back at them, were it not for the policemen outside, slaves with their own reserves of power.

Due to media coverage of what SM Goh has done for us. I admit I greatly respect him. But waking up a best friend prematurely from slumber for no good reason, would be enough to make a sore enemy.

You know my parents don't have a good impression of MM Lee. Deep in their hearts, they have always resented the closing of Nan Tah University, their alma mater (the current Nanyang Technological University).

Yes. Palace politics are worse. *watches Jewel in the Palace*

Saturday, April 22, 2006

FUBAR



this term we shall see the demise of zhaong.

this course in poly has been v. screwed up. One of the worst experiences ever. I swear.

Nobody gives a damn but the symptoms of affliction are all over the place. Widespread apathy, as opposed to mass hysteria.

So F***ED UP. BEYOND all recognition.

Say ur prayers.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

I can cook



I must be really bored. But here's what I ate. Btw, it's Cherry Tomato Omelette (with Rosemary leaves, and garnished with Iceberg lettuce)

Monday, April 03, 2006

Music & Sign language

After a dreary morning of badminton (physical-training session), I watched Swing Girls (and a boy) at the TP library today, together with Kai Ling & Inky. We all agreed it was far better than School of Rock in terms of comedy (& standard). We were treated at the end to the wonderful solos of the cast. I can't believe my ears, they played so damn well.

It was comedy. I could have laughed throughout if I was seeing it myself. For eg. the lead character, Tomoko, sold her 'lovable' computer pasted with stickers all over the monitor, and her younger sister's playstation game, for a rusty bronze-looking second-hand sax; and the 2 brothers playing folk music who "got ditched but still loving" their ex-girlfriends from their already dismantled rock band (oh, and add a funny little ditty to go along too); And the matrix-like scene in the forest being chased by a wild boar, exhibiting stills of them taking various positions of flight, while 'A Wonderful World' (sung by Louis Armstrong) played in the background.

They played "Glenn Miller's - In the Mood", until it got stuck in my head. The piece was from lousy - without 'swing', or jazz rhythm - until the end. Typically describes how people generally learn music.

Besides, I actually signed up for some sign-language learning stuff for my own benefit. Free. What's the catch? You learn a song as a tribute to your school, and you perform the words out. Sign language is kinda cool. The instructors can do it so fast, and can communicate with a group of people with special needs.

The lyrics sound a bit forceful, not heartfelt enough. But it was sort of fun, learning the signs.