some ramblings

so, i WAS seriously trying to give the opposition a chance, i was trying to be interested in what they had to offer, what they could do, what they could promise, what they had in plan. i wanted to know. all past tenses. the pap's way too good, or the opposition is way to lousy for words. no substance, as mm lee says. "acts" of strong passion and beliefs, are simply, just "acts". i can put on a pretty good show myself if i wanted to. not equal to actions. no proof, no evidence, no facts to back statements. just air and coconuts. i'm just disappointed to say any more. and this cracked me up so bad that i cried. tears of laughter.

http://media33b.libsyn.com/lndueJ11m3vGeml7lXttqGynZHSW/podcasts/mb/tmbs-060501-the_persistently_non-political_podcast_no6.mp3

anyhow, that sunday newspaper report on the straits times about the "bank of mum and dad" made me think. i had always thought that i was a pretty spoilt child. i was fed well, clothed well, given love, opportunities and material needs i had needed when young. and now, even though i give my parents a monthly allowance, pay utility bills and such, and don't receive a single cent of parental support ever since i graduated from college, i still don't think it's enough. i felt bad that i sponsored my mum's 2-week holiday trip to china and taiwan, and couldn't sponsor my dad as well. i feel bad that i'm unable to give them anymore allowance than that little i'm giving now, that i'm unable to bring them out for good dinners all the time. and yet, there are some monsters our there who are of age, late twenties, receiving a pretty respectable monthly wage, yet still sponging off their aged parents... very very sad. what has the world come to today? no wonder the incorrigible spoilt brats we see on streets today... no wonder all that disrespect you get from the young today, that tone when speaking to our mm lee, no wonder that prevalent "taking-things-for-granted" and very indifferent attitude, breeding a very shallow generation... oopps, i sound soooo gawd damn old. ha!

i was talking to my mum, who has specially made a trip to come back sg just to do her duty to vote. we talked about her holiday trip. she liked it in general, but was disappointed that they didn't visit more historical and scenic places (it was a tour group). and why? because, i'm sad to admit, singaporeans love to shop, and shop and eat, and shop, and enjoy spas and massages, exclusively. nothing else. they just love to shop. so when they visit any country, they love to visit their malls, and then compare everything they see with their own beloved country. if the tour itinerary includes any remotely arty places where cheap bargains and purchases of any kind are more likely to be inexistant, there will be complaints to the tour guide, and changes will most likely be made. because art bores them. they think historical buildings are signs of being un-modern. they think museums are meant for old fardy-darts, bores, and insomniacs. that's why our very own chinatown looks like the tourist-trap it is today. that's why everywhere you go in singapore, there's a freaking mall. and the worst thing is, all the malls have the same brand shops, selling the same gawd damn thing. why on earth do we need so many giordanos???? seriously??? that's why our museum standards are the pits... and i'm ashamed that i don't know what to do to make things better...

b openly screwed some aunties and a bunch of kids the other day, when they crowded right outside the train door, thus preventing people from alighting first. i was so proud to be walking with him (not that i was never!). even though the cta in chicago stinks badly of pee, and really, the train is no way in comparison to ours, which is spacious, brightly lit, clean and nice. however, the ride in the dirty train is often filled with pleasant encounters (except for that few masturbating perverts, and ghetto hooligans), unlike ours, which can really be a field trip to study the ugly human behavior. there, people give way to others, guys say "ladies first", no one literally fighting for seats, and even the homeless beggars help you to keep the train door open so that you can rush in and not be late for classes, and saying "god bless you young lady". here, when someone sees you nearing the elevator, they hurriedly try their very best to have it shut before you can rush in. i remember fondly the times when people always hold the elevators for others and saying "hey, no problem, we're all dying to get home anyways" with a warm friendly smile. i love my country, this invisible entity, but not the people. i guess that's bad of me, i can't help it...