A life TOO ordinary..

I am not too comfortable with the amounts of rants on how the country is and should be run lately. I am not exactly pro- status quo, but neither am I against them. Does that make me a doormat? I firmly believe that unless I can make a constructive contribution, I would rather not keep my mouth shut and let people who actually bother to try (or at least pretending to try) do their work. I feel that if I want a change, it should start with me. No one is more responsible for my destiny than myself. So if I am not taking the responsibility seriously, why should I be demanding others to do things my way, no? Shit, I think the propaganda is working real well on me! Anyway, some stuffs at work makes me wonder what is the criteria ICA sets for foreign talent to become one of us. Are they given citizenship because they are equaly mercenary, unreasonable, demanding, ungrateful like some of the citizens are? Are they briefed that they can make unreasonable demands just because they are citizens and they pay taxes? Don't get me wrong, I am not xenophbic; in fact, one of my closest friend is a foreign talent who turned Singaporean about 2 years ago. I like my foreign neighbours who are polite and cultured and have been very kind to my ageing parents. I do not understand how can some be so arrogant as to think they deserve to be more previlged than others? Others whose parents and ancestors contributed so, so much more building the nation. As if we do not have enough arrogant people, we need to import more of them to make up the numbers. I don't like the foreign talent policy. I also don't like how they encourage the elderly to carry on working. I do not think it's a good culture. I don't want to be old and aching and still have to drag myself to work so that I can earn a pittance. Neither I want that to happen to my parents or anyone else for that matter. In what situation will I be taken care of when I am old and weak and feebly, when I die of exhaustion? It's a scary thought. If that's how things are meant to be, I would rather die in my sleep before I reach that stage.

It happens every semester, as if nothing is moving, but everything else is piling up. And I start to wonder why can't I be smarter, healthier, wealthier, luckier, happier? I should be wiser than that. I should be grateful.

In other news, the Silliest is in town and had the bubble T (gong cha). And popcorn. And the best cousin. Hur hur.

Stefanie Sun's new album is cool. I am at track 4, so far so good. I like.

It has been the worst 2 weeks of my working life and it is not over yet. I am really tired..