Monday, April 03, 2006
about politics
This is not my game, and I hardly ever want to write about it. Simply because I am nonchalant, and actions speak louder than words when it comes to changing the face of our nation.But I read this and scoff. Verbally. Gah!
The internet ain't anonymous no more my dears. I suddenly feel like I have been explained away like a child, "Don't play if not police come / uncle scold / etc." and we all thought it was true that police really will catch.
Maybe I take cabs so often, that I am completely familiar with the taxi-driver subculture that is obviously anti-government. I hear their opinions, some bizarre - the nightclub owner was killed by the government because who else would have a weapon, some justifiable - how a minister once said that if the then-planning-stage ERP worked they would do away with COE, which they obviously haven't; comment made in 1979. There are also some I completely agree with, like how the government bodies will not give a shit about the HDB contractors making a hell of a mess and disturbance in my block, simply because they are not private contractors but bloody HDB. Because of that they have the license to mess up the whole block, drill on weekends and past 8pm at night. Yeah, work for the government, impunity from sin and judgement! Yay! Reminds me of the Johore Sultan's family member who used to stop people and slap them for blocking his way, and getting away with it. Sultan is monarchy, hence impunity. Makes sense.
I found out that my parents used to support the opposition only because they were one of the parties' printers. Shucks. I thought they were renegade pai-kias but no, it was just that one of the opposition parties was their customer. My parents printed their stuff - manifestos and such - and being the all-out customer-relationship-building people that all salespeople are, they brought me when I was a kid to attend these rallies and give flowers to the speakers - because no other kid dared to, and because the other kids weren't very well-dressed I am sure. Fashion sense and power dressing is everything.
The internet is no longer anonymous. IP addresses, linking to the linkers (there, you have found me right?), the fact that Singaporeans are at most three-degrees apart from every other stranger, our paw prints are all over the Singaporean cyberspace. Oh well. Let us just continue to use the internet to rant and curse and entertain each other with all these negative sentiments brewing, and brewing, and brewing.
Yay! Back to anonymity.
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