omfg

omfg.

I just realised.
I am of age.
That is, I am no eligible to vote.
My sacred vote counts in society.
My sacred vote will count towards how the country is run.
My sacred vote will speak volumes.
It contributes to the overall health of Singapore, and in the long run to the economic growth of our country, my home.

Who the fuck am I kidding.
Let's get down.
And come back to earth.
It's Singapore we are talking about here.
Voting for the next President is not going to help turn us to a major powerhouse overnight.
It is not going to change much on how things are run in Singapore.

Seriously ever wondered what the President of Singapore does?
I did.
And I think he has the cushiest job ever.

All I ever see the President do:

1. Carry babies
2. Wave at us during National Day
3. Give numerous speeches
4. Represent all of us and send condolences to countries devstated by Tsunamis, diseases, earthquakes etc.
5. Turn up at the President's Star Charity.
6. Receive foreign bigshots and entertain them.

Isn't that the cushiest job ever?
And does it seriously make a difference, who our President is?
Who the person waving at us during national day is?
It makes no difference whose face graces the school halls / banks, in those framed portraits

I hardly think it makes a difference who the President of Singapore is.
For we all know, the ones wielding the most power in Singapore is the Lee clan.
Oops.
Am I saying too much.
Though this is my blog, and I like to think that I can say whatever I want.
Somehow, I get this increasingly uneasy feeling that not all is that simple.

*zips*

Oh oh.
And did you know that we have an Elections Department in Singapore?
Check this out.
I think it is soooo kinda lame.
A department overseeing Singapore's election?
Seriously wonder if the taxes in Singapore are worth paying.
For it goes down to this kinda lame shit.
Oops.
I think I should start censoring my blog.
But really.
Don't you feel so?

BAhhhh...

Anyhow, I am excited.
I knowwww voting is secret.
And I shouldn't be telling anybody who I am voting for.
Because I think it might be a criminal offence (especially when we are in Singapore).
And I am lazy to check if it is.
Enlighten me on this one ya?
But really, I have begun telling everybody who (or what) I am voting for.
Ask me!
I will tell you.

I am going to vote for everybody!

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Anyhow, on a totally unrelated issue.
I am in a small dilemma.

Lately, I received a friendster message from an ex- classmate from uni.
I know he was a classmate though in a different class. (ok, wtf).
Anyhow, we were in the same course, but he was in a different class alright (I think).
And he sent me a message:


Greetings!
Message:
Hi (insert my name),Bumped into your profile while surfing the gallery. Nice pics you've got, great testimonies you own - you must be a someone special.Thought of taking this opportunity to get to know you better. Do I have the honour to be friends with you?Looking forward to hearing from you again. Take care and have a wonderful weekend!
Best Wishes,(his name)

"Friends are the special angels that lift us up when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."


I would usually laugh it off and ignore it.
But convo is approaching.
And I am just praying real hard that I will not bump into this particular person.
Because it will be freak awkward.
I have yet to reply.
I can't decide if I should ignore or politely just say NO I AM NOT THE LEAST BIT INTERESTED IN BEING YOUR FRIEND.
But really, I am too straight-forward a person to say the above in a polite way.
Because knowing me, I would probably reply along the lines of:
Excuse me Mr Big-eyed, if you were 5 years younger, and 10 times cuter. Perhaps I would be interested.
Oh meany me.
Not that I am an SYT.
But really, I mean even the ugliest of girls have the biggest of dreams alright.

** Disclaimer: The writer of this blog (that is, me) is one ugly and fat girl dreaming of meeting a CYT (ala Weicong from Superstar). She does not in any part thinks that she is worthy of a Weicong lookalike CYT. She just loves to indulge in senseless fantasy.

Anyhow, the dilemma here is.
If I don't reply (politely), and I do (unfortunately) bump into him at graduation, or worse *gasp* sit next to him during the ceremony.
That is going to be soooo freaking awkward.
If I do reply, I have no idea what I should say.

So tell me, what is the politest way to reply.
Help help Yelp!

Oh, and I don't mean to scare potential CYTs off by posting messages written to me so publicly.
Really, if you are a Weicong lookalike CYT, or better yet, you are (buck-teethed) Weicong, and was planning to drop me a message. Please please please don't be frightened off.
I promise, if you are a CYT. I will never so publicly shame you.
Really.