Wednesday, April 27, 2011

"I stole your MP!"

That's what my big boss said when he saw me.

Whilst not really surprised that my respectable MP has chosen to lead a team elsewhere, I can't help feeling a tinge of sadness. The guy I watched for since primary 3 is no longer the guy for my constituency. But you know what? He's still my MP, at least to me. To those lucky ones in a certain GRC, please treasure what you have. My MP really attends all funerals in the ward without fail, goes on his walkabouts when the GE is not anywhere in sight yet and deals with problems immediately when told and is always so friendly, whatever ward you are (I bumped into him near sub courts once and when I smiled, he said hi. Unlike a certain other minister who asked my dad which constituency he was from first, before ignoring my dad totally for staying in the neighbouring ward). And, for those who still do not know, Hougang residents had their lift lobby and corridor renovated, WITHOUT forking out a single cent. In fact, some blocks had the stop-at-every-floor upgrading for free too, before it was decided that all Singaporeans have to co-pay for upgrading..

So so so... if Aljunied-ians do not recognise a gem when they see one, please return my MP to me. And in the meantime, go Mr Low!!! Welcome, Mr Yaw!

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Ramblings of an insignificant one

Elections are coming. You can feel it just by reading through the papers. Not only do they drone on and on about stop-bullying certain candidates and how we would be buying the wrong insurance, we even had a particular wife talking about her noble achievements. The mention of her participation in some moots certainly brought back memories of our conferences in the toilets. Bleah..

Amidst all these and after dealing with a particular "FT" again today, I certainly wonder what constitutes "T". The inability to think beyond sheer copying and changing certain facts? (Not that her ability to purely copy is perfect either.) But seriously, for someone with such salary and apparently studying for her diploma (I thought she completed last year? Wonder why she still has to take exams..hah) I wouldn't want her if I had the choice. If only.. But well, we need to be forgiving of such "T"s, they've so much to worry about, you know, for example finding herself a handsome rich guy who would ensure she would never have to work her brains again.. Or planting and protecting vegetables.. I wonder if it constitutes national service if the "FT" makes life difficult from a resident of opposition ward for the past year. Or does she need 10 years of that before she's suitable? Hmmm..

On a lighter note, I still had time to witness some hair transformation yesterday. That, in itself, made all the abovementioned statements somewhat more positive. =)


Before - Or rather, after hair cut, but at the initial stage of styling. Somehow it reminded me of one of the OGLs during RJ orientation...




Styling in progress.. Armani being flattened..




And finally...


Up up up!! *grinz*