For those who don’t read Chinese, the headlines say: Prostitute hit on man, man said too ugly, prostitutes hit man.
Yep, make no mistake, that’s the headlines on one of our top tier media here in the sunny and smoking island of Singapore.
So stupidity has levelled up into more stupidity. What am I talking about, you may ask, considering that this statement is sadly applicable to many, many, many things. Well, I am referring to the recent announcement on new Internet restrictions here in the lovely
prison island of Singapore.
Don’t get me wrong. I still love my country. It’s the place I was born and raised in for 26 whole years after all. This, however, is just…
wrong STUPID. The annoyance is like how I usually feel when my mum just wouldn’t understand that I hate girly colours and continue buying things for me in those colours. (I’m pretty sure it is easier to buy a black wallet than a purple one, right?) I love the mother to bits but she does have her moments where all I want to do was to pull out my hair at what she did.
Back to this new level of stupidity though, obviously people are getting upset over it, and it seems like local bloggers are getting upset. I would be too, if my livelihood depends on the Internet, my opinion (antagonistic and otherwise) and the government not giving any fucks about what I write about behind a veil of anonymity. Luckily, or is it unluckily, my opinion isn’t that interesting that people are paying money to write about them and the latest in our beloved government’s rapidly-growing list of screw-ups will not affect me much.
On a lighter note, the pre-caffeinated me was reading the news and misunderstood the whole 50,000 unique views per month part about the legislation, and I went ‘OMG, if this is going to become applicable to bloggers too, how am I going to chalk up 50,000 unique views to keep this blog?! DO I NEED TO POST NAKED PHOTOS OF MYSELF TO KEEP THIS BLOG RUNNING???’
Alright, I’ll admit that was a horribly bimbotic moment that I had there. I blame the lack of caffeine. *hangs head* And no, I will not post naked or even half-naked photos of myself.
The thing about the bombing at Boston?
It’s disgusting. Questions such as how can people do this, why do they want to do this, always pop up when something horrifying happens. It’s disgusting just how some people, and I’m using the term people very loosely here, would go to such extent to attain their aim.
It is also, frankly, almost as vile how some people are just oozing sympathy and heartache because it’s the right thing to do and they just want to appear nice in front of others. Earlier in the day, the topic came up while I was at lunch, and every person present reacted to tragedy as expected. Disgust. Like duh. Three deaths and roughly 140 injured people; anybody would be disgusted at the cruelty. Right?
I couldn’t resist, I really couldn’t, so I very gently pointed out that Iraq also had an incident that was in fact even more horrifying with its higher death toll. The only response that I got was, “who cares about Iraq?”
Well, I do.
If Boston deserves our sympathy, why doesn’t Iraq merit the same ooey gooey feelings? A life is a life and is still a life in riches or poverty, and sickness or health. The people getting their lives ruined or cut short here are all civilians. They didn’t choose to engage in whatever sick arguments that resulted in the tragedies.
I was almost sickened by the thoughtless cruelty of such simple words. Almost. I didn’t have much appetite after that but I did eventually manage to choke down all of my awesome raisin baked rice that I had looked forward to the entire morning. The only reason why I didn’t feel bile at the back of my throat was the fact that most of the girls that I went to school with, are pretty much from the same cookie mold. Ugly.