Face it
Better results of the photo session. I should post some of the real bad ones on Facebook, for a laugh.
Picnic at Upper Pierce on our last Sunday here.
Ghin finds Ma's stolen supermarket trolley-cum-cookware hanger most amusing, as do most people.
Auntie V with the kids.
Sunset. With sunset filter on.
I have discovered Facebook. Like all these web thingys, it's a bit of a ?? for me...anyway...i've gone into it, like put my pix on and all and now people are contacting me from all places. It's interesting. I have in fact begun to take it a bit seriously, finally getting down to do a photosession of myself in my old bedroom. It looks a bit sad and weird. But that's ok, i think i might do sad and weird quite well.
Today Lianne came over and we coloured in Prema's present. She said that she had sent me an article on the possibility that foreigners number about 62% of the Singaporean population. That's amazing!!! About two or three weeks ago, there was this article in the new paper about how we should value our Singaporean passports because so many people want to come to Singapore and live here. Every day, without fail there is some article about an ang mo person who has said that want to become a Singaporean. I don't really know where this is going, but it is yet again an example of how annoying the propaganda machine is. Why do they have to try so fucking hard? Why don't they just allow people to come to their own conclusions. Because they usually don't like the conclusions that people come to perhaps.
Yesterday there was this article about how a Minister was telling people that they shouldn't politicise the hike in bus and MRT prices. What is he talking about? How would Singaporeans politicise this? Get the opposition to include it in their manifesto? What he was really saying was, stop complaining you whinging motherfucker. You've got it good. And even if you don't have it good, you really don't have a choice. It's weird right, having attempted to run for a real legislative body, what politicians do when people complain is listen to them. You may be able to do sweet Fanny Adams for them, but you listen because you are dependent on their vote. In Singapore, when people complain you're told to put up or shut up. That is what you're entitled to as a Singaporean citizen.
I was saying to Lianne, it's funny isn't it? Because we're Asian, we are only allowed to criticise behind closed doors. But only those in the circle get to criticise. And you only get into the circle but kissing ass. By the time you're in the circle your lips are glued to the ass of the person you've kissed you no longer possess the wherewithal to critise and therefore a weird vicious circle of silent ass kissers get into the feedback level of hell. I maybe slightly overstating the case but i have read the answers which ministers give in these so called feedback sessions and by and large it's not about an exchange of views, but a descent from on high to be seen making an effort...
OK, off to do my facebook thing. I'm going to put the hedious pictures from the photosession in, i think.
