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I'm very sure that there'll be no freak show, no freak results come 7 May as there'll still be some people who freak out at the very last second.

But I implore you to think through the following questions (assuming ceteris paribus, especially the economy and the tech advancements parts):

1. What was your track record when you were just a new born baby? It's your mom's track record, not yours.
2. When the MIWs were holding rallies in their first election, did they have any track record(s)?
3. When the MIWs were holding their first rallies, did they not invoke strong emotions amongst the audiences?
4. Emotions influence one's call-to-action to a certain extent, no?
5. When the MIWs were standing for the first election in Singapore, who made them the government?
6. When the MIWs first persuaded your ancestors to vote for them, how did they do it? Were they sincere, humble, and compassionate? Compare them then and now. Then compare them then and now, with the opposition then and now. How much has changed? Who changed the most? For better or for worse?
7. Did our old British colonial masters engage in smear/vandalism/sympathy tactics when the locals demanded independence?

Yes, with social media, things are different. Yet, big boy once again showed complacence only by setting up a 'live chat' (which was actually a live-wall-post-replies-to-some-of-your-questions-if-you-like-my-page session) when he was suddenly enlightened three days before polling day, and noticed that some of their MPs were rather successful in their social media outreach.

Then again, a certain master of a legion of 'influential' minions might have recieved press-kits from a successful social media trained MIW and is trolling the social media sphere with 'declarations of love' for that MIW and his fellow MIWs. 'Nuff said.

We need humans who care for human progress, not humans who care for financial progress.

ARE YOU SINGPOREAN ENOUGH TO NOTICE IT? FEEL IT? DO IT?

I'm gonna leave you at that.

It's the cooling period after all. These are just some food for thought (:

Should we move back or forth, or back and forth?

There's a reason why we move physically forwards more than backwards. There's a reason why our modern cognitive functions are at the frontal lobe and the primitive functions are at the back of the brain. There's a reason why our eyes are located at the front and not the back. There's a reason why technology is constantly evolving and improving, upgrading more than downgrading, promotions more than demotions, inflation more than deflation.

IT'S BECAUSE HUMANS MOVE FORWARD.

This post is so self-explanatory and serves as a self-reminder (thought I don't really need it).

Is what I'd print on my Glee tee-shirt.

I've been grappling with trust issues ever since I know what that is and have been betrayed of my trust (big time).

Till now, I can say I trust less than 10 people excluding family members although there are some within the extended family that I can't bring myself to believe.

I'm not sure how I can deal with issues of trust, mistrust and distrust. It ain't easy but I'm still trying to feel things out, and like the pendulum, circumstances do change from time to time.

Here and there, I've got circles of trust. I, for one, am very confident that it stays in the circle, not even bestie and cheeks will be aware of it, because I believe that it is a responsibility (and I'd most probably forget about it).

To make it stay as a tight ring, understanding and open minded people have to be in it. Maybe even the scaredy-cats. But scaredy-cats are scary (perhaps that's why there're called scaredy!), as they might be too afraid and spill the beans. I don't think the circle of trust should even be revealed, because it'd invoke curiosity, and curiosity killed the cat!

It suddenly dawned on me that cats seemed to be featured a lot in stories like this. In the Chinese zodiac folklore, the cat was too trusting and let itself out of the bag by revealing the zodiac meeting to the rat, which resulted in it not being one of the 12 chosen zodiacs because it was betrayed by the rat! Hmmm...thoughts, thoughts.

So in conclusion, because of the scaredy cat who let the itself out of the bag (no matter partially or fully) which killed it because of its curiosity, I can't make myself believe in someone who isn't like me. Well, at least that's an improvement from not trusting anyone at all :D

In light of recent events that are not pertaining only to the general election, I'd say this to them: keep it real.

You might think, "that know-it-all bitch is at it again", but I feel that keeping this real is the best way. Obviously, it's moi you're talking about and truth hurts, not to mention hard truths. It might not be vocalised, but it comes from deep within.

For example, one might want to have fun for this moment, and it feels good; which might make one want to do it again. The cycle goes on, and when the time for seriousness approaches, one cannot keep it real because it simply means that one may not feel as good coming back to reality. Or one might even have unlearnt what it's like to be serious and needs time to adjust back to reality. With some luck, one might succeed; otherwise, one might have to let the opportunity slip by.

It's the same for those who are holding back too much. Once, twice, thrice, it might become forever, and when the same thing happens, it's definitely not easy to let go, live and let live, and acceptance might pose a challenge.

Humans are simply complicated, but see things from a different perspective, and life would definitely be easier. Deal with what you have, believe in reality, and allow yourself to dive deep into the fantasy world, but be sure to remember to swim up to the surface and breathe, let your body and mind recover, and not let it be an indulgence.

It is true that one should live life to the fullest, but one should also remember that in every life, there'll be at least a real golden opportunity and one should keep it real to notice it, hold on to it, and treat every opportunity as one's last, that's when one won't feel regret.

Regrets are painful, trust me, I've been there one too many times, and looking back isn't healthy at all. Especially when you finally wake up and realise that there're so many things to catch up on. Nobody can help you catch up, nobody will totally understand your needs and attend to them, because nobody can make decisions for you.

All this may or may not make sense, but I've phrased it in the most subtle way possible because I know saying it outright hurts more than a slap on the face. Kthanksbye!

I screamed my lungs out today, hoping that I'd screamed out all the anguish, hurt, and disappointment felt because of the heartbreak.

I screamed my lungs out today, hoping that I'd screamed out all the stress, disappointment and angst felt because of work.

I guessed I only screamed half the amount I had to.

One song, one set of lyrics, two renditions, three main vocalists.

We resonate with the rendition that best fits our state of mind. M&M and a few other mates preferred the bittersweet, mellowed version and I was the only one that preferred the angsty version.

I guess for me, the dust (in my heart) has not settled yet.

The point is, words/lyrics/poems can only be taken at face value, but it's how it is interpreted it in music that makes the difference. That explains my love for music.

Anyways, here're the two renditions in question:






The power lines went out
And I am all alone
I don't really care at all
Not answering my phone

All the games you played
The promises you made
Couldn't finish what you started
Only darkness still remains

Lost sight, couldn't see
When it was you and me

Blow the candles out
Looks like a solo tonight
I'm beginning to see the light
Blow the candles out
Looks like a solo tonight
But I think I'll be alright

Been black and blue before
There's no need to explain
I am not the jaded kind
Playback's such a waste

You're invisible
Invisible to me
My wish is coming true
Erase the memory of your face

Lost sight, couldn't see
When it was you and me

Blow the candles out
Looks like a solo tonight
I'm beginning to see the light
Blow the candles out
Looks like a solo tonight
But I think I'll be alright

One day you will wake up
With nothing but, "You're sorrys"
And someday you will get back
Everything you gave me

Blow the candles out
Looks like a solo tonight
I'm beginning to see the light
Blow the candles out
Looks like a solo tonight
But I think I'll be alright

Songwriters: Cassadee Blake Pope;Mike Gentile;David Anthony Katz;Samuel Hollander

My holy, precious two days, my forty eight hours are used to catch up on the things I missed out for the past five days. It continues every week.

Sometimes I feel like I want to be left alone, to get in touch with my strings and keys; my tabs and notes.

Sometimes I feel like I should be out soaking the sun.

Sometimes I feel like I should spend the day in luxury.

Sometimes I just want to sleep it off.

I look forward to this two days every single week, and plans are always made in advance.

But I secretly know that this is unfair, two days to make up for the five days of slaving it off somewhere. And what about making up for the exhaustion felt in this two days trying to make up for the five?

It'll just end up as a vicious cycle.

For now, I'll just lap up that precious two days or 48 hours or 2,880 minutes or 172,800 seconds.

I had a vision that boho-ecletic-chic is gonna be hot this summer.

And I thought about my sad paycheck.

And I thought about the chances I'd be able to wear them.

And I thought that I should just save some $$ and go to bed.

Then again, I had the thought that my dream Patent Cherry Red Holt Doc Martens will go well with this new look that I've created out of sudden inspiration.

I think I'd better head to bed now ):