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Tuesday, May 31, 2011
My sweet 21.
Damn it, I just came to realize one fat thing I dislike about turning 21 - is that I can say I am sweet 18 no more.
What happens if I were to get into turmoils of trouble bubbles again? I can't seek shelter from my mom and dad! GODDAMNIT! That's the scariest thing ever! To be responsible. And by being responsible, I have to shoulder the whole world's finger pointing and ear non-stop yanking.
But I am happy about something though. I got my GOLDEN KEY OF FREEDOM!
I am happy about the "Gold" part. Not the "Freedom" portion.
Humpty, dum, dum, dum. How lovely, it is on my fair neck. *Evil voice in mind adds on, "Wait till I tightened it around your throat and watch you suffocate. See how much you'll smile then."*
Sorry, can help but to add a little drama.
Right, so I am still not dead, still NOT going to be dead and still will not die. You guys can puke blood already.
But I have to tell my little hello-kitty-lover reader, I am so sorry I hadn't reply your mail. I am just way too lazy and there's so many things I could bombard you with but the thought of penning it down drives me away (perhaps that's why this blog is dying) and my birthday month is hectic. I have no idea why but I guess it's humans' nature to drown someone with loads of things to do when they feel like resting. It's true - reporters flock to you at the END of your show when all you want to do is to retire for the day - and - bosses add on piles of work and dump it on you when it's near to knock off!
I was so busy that I forgot my own birthday. (-.-") I DID NOT DO IT ON PURPOSE. I vividly remembered telling someone in the morning that it was my birthday but by noon, when I received a birthday greeting, I was shocked and cutely smiled the whole day. That's how bad my memory is. Dang~
Today is the last day of May which marks my celebration "OVER".
Back to basics, down to business.
Hello-kitty-lover, I hadn't forget you. In fact, I blessed you with an invisible kiss every night before I sleep. The wind in Singapore blew so hard the few nights and I wonder if my little kiss is lost somewhere out there. But it'll find it's way. I opted for registered mail (okay, that was so not funny). I think of you a lot. Just hadn't penned it into words. Body too lazy, mind too active and it doesn't add. =(
You are in my mind, Hello-kitty-lover reader.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Yes, every time I ask things like this, it only means one thing.
Yes, I joined another one.
Come to think of it, I have not win competition which I posted here. I am having serious doubts on my own ability.
But Mom managed to cheer me up. Well, it was more of bringing me down but ALWAYS LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE.
I simply adore that song. Come on, sing together! ALWAYS LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE, DAH, DAH, DAH, DAH, DAH, DAH, DAH, DAH.
Enough "dah-s" for now. Perhaps, I should indulge in self-admiration and share the tale with you. It's not a tale. It's true. AND SPECIALLY DEDICATED TO MY TUITION TEACHER THAT TIME!
While discussing about my childhood, Mom causally mentioned, "I don't know why hor, every time the problem sums you do hor, always step wrong, working wrong and not to formula one, but always the answer correct. Don't know why. Every time so lucky get the correct answer one. Too bad la, no working points. No wonder do so bad last time."
I admit. My brain works really differently. However, I had FULL MARKS FOR ALL MY MATHEMATICS TESTS AND EXAMINATIONS until PSLE. I didn't get a distinction and that made me depressed.
I HATED MY MATHEMATICS TUITION TEACHER. He'll made me draw models, re-do my questions IN HIS WAY, and force me to go the "proper" way of solving equations. For problem sums, I ended up being awarded the "answer" points only - which is worth a measly 1 point, for a 10 points question.
When I was young, I didn't think much nor did I bother. As long as I scribble some funny workings around the paper UNTIDILY (in that way, teachers cannot see them clearly and this hides the nonsensical numbers that just adds/minus/times/divide to the answer), I always work backwards. I have no idea how I'd arrive at it but I just do. Mental sums? Maybe.
Special thanks to Mrs Tan H.K, my Primary School's Form and Maths teacher. She beats me all the time with the 1-meter wooden ruler. ON MY FREAKING KNUCKLES! And she makes me kneel on the floor all the time. Can I sue her now, for child abuse?
I'm joking. Not about the punishment part, but on the suing. From the first day of school, she starts the lesson with a note on the white board. "Practice makes perfect". And being better than my sister in multiplication (I answer in both English and Mandarin, while she have to convert the question to Mandarin before answering), makes me love Mathematics even more.
Hey, she is prettier, draws well, starts reading Readers' Digest by Primary Three while I received canings from parents all the time for coloring (okay, instead of coloring INSIDE the lines, I simply colored the whole paper in one color) and not studying, cheating in spelling tests and hiding homeworks, doodled on the Beta Form (a form which is a MAJOR demerit) instead of getting my parents to sign it, and forging their signatures on Chinese spelling because I failed every single one of it. I even altered the BIG, RED ZERO and added ONE AND ZERO, in front of the teacher's. I even got a matching ballpoint pen just for it. But parents are smart creatures. They looked at it and, almost immediately, whipped out the canes.
Sorry for that, I was young and overlooked the fact that HANDWRITING MATTERS TOO. But how can the numbers "1" and "0" differ? It is just a stroke and an egg. But they can tell la. The first time they caught me, I used a different red pen. I think I used my sister's G-2 red INK pen and teachers - being teachers - love to use the 50-cents ballpoint pen.
Na bey. First time, exposed. Nevermind. Got smarter and learnt from mistake. Then, the stupid handwriting. So, I learned to forge handwritings, signatures and the pressure of the strokes (yes, I am very observant since young). But, smart Mommy and Daddy. Immediate caning again.
The third time I was even smarter. I hide the notebook totally, claiming that teacher haven't returned us our spelling tests. Haha, worked! I forged THEIR signature and gave it to the teachers. The stupid Chinese Teacher called my Mom and Dad. Na bey. Am I sway or am I sway?
I am pretty creative when it comes to cheating too. The most memorable and stupid one was writing the spelling words (I remembered that it was January to December) on an eraser. I expected my mom to test me in the study room but that day, she decided to do it in the living room. Die le lor. So I hid the eraser under the bed, taking only a paper and my pencil outside. During EVERY WORD, I pretended to write wrongly, run into the room and take a quick peep at the easer. I don't know why did I placed it under the bed. It is hard to retrieve and "taking too long" causes suspicion. It was "September" when she crept (sneaky her!) behind me and looked at what I was doing.
Imagine how high I jumped when I turned around. I think I could win the Olympics High-Jump contest. Then, the cane arrives.
I had tons of cheating methods. Writing on my palms (and ended being caned on my poor hands), writing on my thighs - thinking I could hide it beneath my shorts (and ended up being caned on the thigh that I wrote on) and writing it on the table. They never found that out! Hahaha, Mom, I win.
So back the Mathematics thing. I NEVER did cheat in Mathematics. I allowed people to look at my answers though. I am damn proud of that. But people who copied mine had a tough time trying to copy the workings. My workings are ALL RUBBISH. I just took whatever numbers that appeared and fooled around with them until I get the digits that I had written.
But, I realized one point today. IF I AM ABLE TO FORMULATE MY OWN METHOD, I AM A FREAKING GENIUS! IF ONLY MY MATHEMATICS TEACHERS LISTENED TO ME! IF ONLY MY MOM LISTENS TO ME! I COULD BE MISS EINSTEIN 2 BY NOW!
Obviously, with all my cheating records, they thought I peeped at the answers. But Mom always had this "way" to check on us. For answer sheets, she doesn't tear them out, because we could source it our any way. Okay, that was me too. Humans learn and evolve. She STAPLES them. Smart. If staple bullets were removed, there would be markings. But I am a damn talented girl and I always STAPLES THEM BACK PERFECT! That was only for my Chinese Assessments.
I hate Chinese lessons as the teachers loved to pick on me. I couldn't read a single word from the textbooks if it wasn't for the Han Yu Pin Yin. I am super good and fast at reading Han Yu Pin Yin and it would always be really fluent. But somehow, my Chinese Tuition Teacher in Primary 5ix made me love Chinese so much with all the interesting stories behind the idioms and those characters which could be deciphered. But that's another thing all together.
I used to hate Composition Writing Classes. While my elder sister knows what is "unfortunate", "moreover", "nevertheless", "however", "hence", "thus" and all the LONG words by Primary Two, I only learnt them when I asked her to do my Composition homework for me.
She loves to write, so of course, she did it happily while I watched television. Then I would copy it in my own handwriting. After her tuition lesson was switched to Sunday, our lessons were clashed (we have tuitions together but in different levels - FOR COMPOSITION WRITING) and she had to do her own homework, she refuses to help me. Somehow, I managed to persuade her to READ out and I'll do the writings. In that way, she doesn't have to write so much (and I think that's why she turned down doing my homework).
I never aced my languages. But after a few times of "Reading-Aloud-While-I-Write", my English improved tremendously. She was really patient, having to spell words like, "grime" and "ambiguous", not to mentioned that she have to repeat five million times before I catches it. After about a month, my compositions became PERFECT.
She always had NOTHING on her composition writings (and she always shows it off, having to file all her writings neatly) except for a HUGE TICK at the last line. She need not even do any corrections! Before her help, my compositions were full of colors. Red colors, with my corrections in green ink, and more red strikes for WRONG CORRECTIONS, and more purple for corrections' corrections.
In fact, my papers never had any spaces in them. I had to correct a gazillion times until the teacher finally gave up and told me to RE-DO the whole thing.
I am moving out of point again. But I guess it's really funny, having to walk down memory lane.
BUT, JIE JIE, I AM STILL BETTER IN MATHEMATICS THAN YOU. And Mom, I could have been a PRODIGY if you were to let my creativity flow.
And to think that now if I challenged scientific theories, they would still go, "Eh, nothing better to do huh? Go mop your floor.".
WHY DOESN'T THE WORLD SEE THAT I AM A GENIUS?!?!?!?!
This whole post is so irrelevant to the competition. But, heck! I just want to show that I was once a smart-ass kid in school until I reached Secondary.
Secondary - is where the biggest change happens......
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Pure happiness on my face, yet, the sorrow lingers
I've made up my mind, I've packed my bags. I am moving out.
Well, it's not as though it is the first time anyway, having to move away since ages ago and only returning when I am forced to.
But regained freedom means the world is waiting for me. I belong to the world. Not stuck and restricted. I always believed that I am meant for bigger things in life.
If I were to be a thug, I'll be the most vicious one ever. If I were to be anything, I vow to be the one who shines, excels and remembered.
So there I go, with my decision to move away from this comfort zone. It's pretty much like Low Thia Kiang, having to move away from Potong Pasir (Sudden curious thought: Why is Potong "Pasir" does not share the same pronunciation as "Pasir" Ris?) and fight for something which might be alien to him - the GRC.
To move to better heights, one must always move forward. Sure, I am being heartless and unfilial to my parents. One had me kicking and swimming in her tummy for 9 months, and the other had held my hand through all my bad times. I know it's bad, having to admit I have to return home due to orders and glad that I am able to live on my own again.
I do feel a pang of guilt when I moved out the last time. I remembered my Dad had to come all the way to the clinic to look for me, just to have lunch with me. I recalled him saying, "Min ah, 3 months never see you, now so thin already.". I felt like shit at that time. I should have at least put in some effort to go home once in a while, but being me, I chose to sleep at home.
A house, to me, is equivalent to a home. But a home that you don't belong to, ain't it weird to be there? I just need a place to sleep.....
However, I do have to say, it makes no difference. This house, without me, still goes on with life. I mean, come on, I am always cooped up in the room, not joining in for family dinners and gathering. I guess too much of living alone had already made me somewhat.... Alien. It feels weird to talk to others about what's bottling up inside me. People thinks I am crazy that I actually argue with myself, play chess with myself and laugh at my own jokes all the time. But do you guys even know me? I am my own best friend. And I sort of like it that way - there's no way I'll change it.
I know the world is waiting for me. I belong to the world.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
My new renovated house doors
If you guys were robbers who decided that my place is the ultimate target, I have to say that I am extremely sorry to inform you, it's not.
Why? Because, once in a blue moon, my Mother's ever-creative brain (shows clearly from whom I inherited my thinking brain from), acts up and she would do something drastic or weird.
So this time, our doors got the privilege of getting the change.
No kidding, this is my door's lock. AND WHAT'S CUTE IS THAT THERE IS NO FUCKING KNOB. Lol. I tried to cover the name and brand but then I realized that I haven't covered it all. I think MY HOUSE is like the first HDB that have this as a ROOM LOCK. What lao eh, so exaggerative and everything. But I like the thought of being the "first and special" one. =P Anyone who has it before me, you suck!
Yea, that is the main door. Fingerprint access. Damn it, are we attention seekers or what? I guess it runs in the blood for us being "SPECIAL". Love it!
Lucky for us, they doesn't have a steel or iron main door. She would gladly opt for that if the choice is available. Our main door is now via fingerprints.
Facing the East side, we get a lot of heat in the noon to evening time. So imagine a hot afternoon and having to rush home to avoid heat, you get greeted by a steel door. Hmmm, wow. And what happens if you got rejected all the while? Instead of getting a good print, your fingerprint's getting melted. By the 20th try, you probably have no print's left to detect (Information: Fingerprints could be destroyed by applying direct heat to them).
Isn't it cute, my Mother's brains.
So, she went ahead with the fingerprint-lock anyway, just without a steel or iron door. I guess neighbors would think that our house had became a prison, overnight!
Our doors were not spared. Now we have card-automated and password-security locks instead of a bedroom key.
Yay, to no hassle of bringing keys and I am ALWAYS losing my keys. People who picked up my keys, you have no use for it now so just throw it away. My house is maintained by robots.
Card-automated. My house is transformed into a tight-security hotel overnight! Whahaha. I am damn proud of it. I mean, come on, seriously you don't see anyone who stays in HDB having all these right?
And I realized that my younger sister has a pair of Chinchillas. All the while I thought they were Guinea Pigs. And I fed both of them the toasted (till charred) breads and when my sister exclaimed that only the sick one is to be fed that, I nearly pissed in my pants, after admitting my mistake.
They were so cute and when you hold the charred toast out, both of them scampered to the feeding zone and look at you with those dark beads and those pleading looks just melts your heart and I felt bad and all and I just gave in. Awwwww... EVIL CHINCHILLAS!
The two little ones are really scared of sudden movements, sounds or flash so I waited until it comes out of it's hiding hole and took a picture.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Crazy Little Stunts
I was looking at the videos of the hottest topic: Polling Day and Elected Politicians.
Then some crazy ideas started to foam up the brains while I stared at the moving pictures.
What if things were like that? Given the same situation when results of Aljunied Group Representation Constituency were announced, Mr Low Thia Khiang's winning speech, he took the microphone and in glee, he exclaimed, "WE ARE PART OF PEOPLES' ACTION PARTY AND WE ARE JUST TESTING YOUR LOYALTY TO US!". Or something less seriously like, "HAHAHA. GOT YOU GUYS. I AM SO NOT GOING TO DELIVER WHAT I SAID OR PROMISE.".
What would the citizens do? Would they faint and foam at the mouth? It'll be so funny!
I know I am damn bo liao and you might show your eyes' whites at me (just to let you feel what Date went through every day, WITHOUT COMPLAINS).
Or perhaps they would go to the microphone and yell, "April Fools' Day - Belated. Too late to regret. You've casted your votes and results are out! Whahahaha!".
I love Singapore, no matter who is ruling, or who makes up the Government. I believe Singaporeans, armed with their certificates, they could develop Singapore and bring it to better height, regardless the situation it's given.
May it be Peoples' Actions Party or Workers' Party or even Singapore Democratic Party, I still love the country and given any-a-time, I would die for it. But seems like my death doesn't do any good, I shall stay alive and waste Natures' resources. =)
Disclaimer: I am not, in anyway, doubting the party, nor am I bias in any way. This are just innocent THOUGHTS that my crappy mind likes to develop and FOR MY OWN ENTERTAINMENT. These thoughts are INNOCENT, PURE delights in RESPONSE TO NOTHING POLITICAL. They are just situations I would like to be caught in so that I could study the DIFFERENT REACTIONS in humans when placed in ADVERSE SITUATIONS.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Thoughts on this year's election
I had some thinking about this year's election.
I'm not going to stand on any stands and this a neutral post, well, I don't have to give any stand due to my birthday being 16 days away from the polling day.
First, let's talk about the opposition.
I am highly impressed with the standard of speech and the quality of content by the 24 years-old, Nicole Seah. Smart answers at interview, a powerful voice that spells no-nonsense-no-joke-no-rubbish. Between the two young nominees, I have to say, I am definitely rooting for her. Extra brownie points for taking the effort to translate her rally for the elderly whom might not understand English.
Compare her to the nominee, whom is 3 years her senior, but with "what the??" answers and a Minnie Mouse voice to match with (I admit, she sounds really cute. Now I know why my first video-ed interview became a laughingstock). But for the interview on her regrets, she totally blew it up.
Look at the Nicole Seah's rally. Power, power and more power. Jittery in the beginning but more confidence as she talks (unlike me, butterflies in stomach from the start and ends only 3 days after ANY interviews).
I know I am super thick-skinned to compare myself with some graduates and all. At least, I have the guts to admit my weakness and that is the hardest thing in life. Got to give it to me, yo!
Back to the topic. Now, to be fair, we have our ruling party.
Mentor Minister Lee, the father of Singapore (yes - not Sir Stamford Raffles), is the foundation and the root of what we have today. High standards of living might be the by-product but he improvised our lives, our education and subsidized hospitalization stay or medical treatments.
Take this point as a start. Would you have which countries' quality of life? I am an extremist and I shall use it to this case.
Pay for income taxes at a maximum of 10% of your yearly salary. Money collected provides security (investments in our DEAR law enforces), better healthcare equipment, efficient and trusty transport system, subsidized education for your children. First flat bought by newly-weds (if one opted for Housing Development Board's flats) is a "sure-to-make-money" investment. If one partner was to pass on before before the flats are fully paid for, it would be free - as an incentive for the family.
* Side note: Studies proved that Singapore might have a declining trend of suicide rates, compared to 2007, but still on the high side, in relativity to per 100,000 people. *
Civil servants are paid in fair amount and this keeps corruptions at bay. Strict laws and tight police petrols - it might have, but nevertheless safe and sound. One could just sleep soundly knowing that their child is out late.
Central Provision Funds that they forcefully got citizens to contribute is an extra insurance for rainy days. Right, how many people actually uses it? A lot. May it be blamed on the diet, the stress, amount of exercise or even the air we breathe, one have to admit, we'll all grow old one day. AND, in THIS CENTURY, PEOPLE ARE ACTUALLY LIVING LONGER. What does this spells? Jia lat liao, heavy medical bills. -Touch wood, slap my bloody mouth- You know, I know, we know, and that's all I need to know.
* Side note: Studies have shown that Singaporeans are more prone to having LONG-TERMED ILLNESSES than the other Asian countries. *
Paying for Government Service Taxes, and no need to stress over tipping issues. Go to a posh restaurant and no fuss over, "Should I put a $1000 bill for my $980 meal as a tip or should I put a $100 note and be labelled for the rest of my life?"
* Side note: In other countries, not Japan, just use credit card. Whatever amount you spent, whatever amount it deducts. This point is not really a good one, isn't it? *
Hospitalization for the poor and needy. Affordable medications, highly subsidized in-house services. The Government Hospitals never turn a poor away. No money for medications, write to our Helplines and 90% (that's made up) off your bill immediately.
* Side note: My friend's father had cancer and his bill was around $900 plus per consultation. He was the only breadwinner with family and requested for help. The bill got to a low $200. But this is on case-by-case basis. *
Small country, easily accessible so that there is fast help if needed. "Got fire? On! Five minutes reach." or maybe, "Huh, accident? Two minutes."
Small is safe. I'd definitely appreciate neighbors staying in a shrieks' distance. One would think twice before harassing anyone in fear of getting recognized or stuck in a "damsel-in-distress" situation.
Economy is on the uprise. And one important factor for an investor on a particular country, the look at the banks. Have you heard of Singapore banks closing? Merging, yes, I have seen one in my lifetime (I am only twenty, as of today and I hate history so I won't look up the "OUB and UOB" thing), which is the POSB bank and the DBS bank.
* Side note: The stability of a country's economy, for layman, is indirectly reflected on the banks. No idea how to explain but read it up yourself. *
Others want to come here. But why are we running off in all directions? Grass is greener on the other side - as often seen by people. But are you ready for the below?
High taxing rates and the money doesn't go anywhere else but to feed junkies and jobless to "keep them out of trouble". Robberies, armed with guns or knives, happens so frequently that their local papers don't even cover them anymore. The highly taxed working personnel thinks it's fucked up having to slog their ass out and chooses to be "fed" by government. Then lazy butts just quits job conveniently and increase possibility of increasing tax (for MORE freeloaders). And the vicious cycle continues.
Bleeding profusely and pale-faced, one walks into a hospital, gasping for air and desperate for help. Staffs working merely looked at your with a straight stare, in a monotone voice, "Another gun blasting parade. What do they get out of this shit? Blood donation? Pay up before we get you the queue number." while at the same time thinking to herself, "Waste those fucking blood. We are paid peanuts and those troublesome idiots are adding to our job. Bleed away and spare the probability of the poor selling their blood for the blood bank."
* Side note: This is a true happening in one of the "developed" countries. Blood were sold to the hospital, along with it, other items that were bought were livers, lungs, bone marrows and other vital organs. Some doctors are known to sedate patients, who came to sell their lungs, and robbed the rest of the organs while at it. One lung costs $100,000 (their currency). They could have both and their heart which means more revenue.*
Corruptions due to poor salaries fetched, working as a civil servant. Can't help it, they need it. Justice is not bread. It doesn't keep one alive.
Housebreaking so often and being big in their size, houses are sparsely spaced and by the time one gets help, it's already too late. Countries are huge, One's neighbor might have passed away for months and would only come to light when her birthday arrives.
I am getting more and more stereotype and prejudice towards a certain country and I am close to spilling the beans so that list it shall ends.
Tell me what do you think?
We have been too sheltered. Too pampered. We forgot that we are very fortunate to be in a place free from natural disasters. People are struggling to get back on track from earthquakes, tsunami and volcanoes eruptions. They aren't complaining, so why should we?
Citizens stand together during National Day's parade, saying the pledge out loud - isn't it heartwarming?
Shoot me in the head. Full of pretentious people.
I remembered my mom commenting, "You kids, Chinese New Year also not excited. Your mother's time, Ah Ma only allows us to buy new clothes on Chinese New Year. Now you all want what, I give what. Until you all don't even feel the thrill from Chinese New Year's red packet collection. Forget the joy of giving presents on Christmas. Only know how to open mouth and say, 'Want this, want that.' Presents also no need to wait until Birthday then can receive. Aiyoh..." and walks off shaking her head in disapproval.
* But I never took my blissful life for granted, OKAY? I am contented that I am alive, and thankful for all the chances thrown my way. But I am damn mischievous and easily bored - that's all I can say. *
You forgot where all this comes from. 饮水思源 - means remembering where the water is from when drinking it (direct translation).
If our Mentor Minister is not able to convince the people, for the past 40-plus years, what makes one think that words from oppositions may not be empty promises? Sure, there are some things he may not have done but LOOK AT US NOW. Compare ourselves to those whose standards of living is equivalent to ours. Words can be spoken any-given-a-time. I can promise you the sun, the stars and the milky way. But keeping to it is another thing all together.
I am being really fair in my statements. I am just not happy that, because of novelty, or wanting someone "to hear your cries", a wrong decision is made. True, they might have more say in the Parliament. But with other citizens' requests, wants and troubles, what makes you think yours would be addressed? Piles of appeals at the desks, it's like drawing a winning lottery. Chances are there but close to nothing.
I may sound bias on my post, but I feel that it is time citizens wake up. Stop complaining and procrastinating on and on about your sad life BECAUSE someone out there is LEADING A LIFE WORSE OFF THAN YOURS.
For once, open your eyes wide, touch your heart and ask yourself this: Who is behind the success Singapore is in now. Who is the one with actions?
And I really am not interested in politics. I just hate it when COWARDS, like a wall flower drooping over to whichever directions the wind blows.
Just because people "seems" to have more support, they'll follow suit. WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THE ELECTIONS WERE HELD FOR THE PREVIOUS 46 YEARS?
YOU voted for them, YOU made the choice. Even if they are at fault, YOU ARE TO BLAME. So shut the shit on those crap about them. What, if you were to think properly, then thank them that YOUR CHILDREN could GROW UP BEING WHO THEY ARE TODAY - given the HEAVILY SUBSIDIZED EDUCATION and STANDARD OF SECURITY.
P.S: It is really none of my business but righteous doesn't let me sleep if I don't voice or address the bullies. It's not that I preferred whichever party. If Nicole Seah was not that "strong and determined", I would step to her too. But helping an innocent girl who is in the ruling party, and with my aim to force self-actualization in those cowards, it might seem a little too much support on People's Action Party, something which I won't want to.
In fact, this whole post is not even about it. I made use of the election, as an example to show how Singaporeans have no stand on their own (with exceptions to some) and are ganging up just to hide their weak self. Just hang around in huge groups and agrees at everything and anything the "leaders" said. Internet bullies are like that too. For all you know, they might be the nerds whom you met face to face and commented you are pretty. To be "cool", the just tries to do everything bad. We all know though, you aren't fooling anyone but yourself.
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you're oughta stay