Complaints Choir

This is a really cool video I ripped out of Mr Brown's blog. I guess this is what we can call our culture? Quite funny really =) Lyrics are below...

We get fined for almost anything
Drivers won't give chance when you want to change lane
The indoors are cold, the outdoors are hot;
And the humid air, it wrecks my hair
Those answering machines always make you hold
Only to hang up on you

When a pregnant lady gets on the train
Everyone pretends to be asleep
I'm stuck with my parents till I'm 35
Cause I can't apply for HDB
We don't recycle any plastic bags
But we purify our pee

*chorus:
What's wrong with Singapore?
Losing always makes me feel so sore
Cause if you're not the best
Then you're just one of the rest

My oh my Singapore
What exactly are we voting for?
What's not expressly permitted
is prohibited

"Ooh"

When I'm hungry at the food court, I see
People chope seats with their tissue paper
To the auntie staying upstairs:
Your laundry's dripping on my bed sheets
Please don't squat on the toilet seats
And don't clip your nails on MRT

Stray cats get into noisy affairs
At night my neighbor makes weird animal sounds
People put on fake accents to sound posh
And queue up 3 hours for donuts
Will I ever live till eighty five
to collect CPF?

*chorus

Singaporeans too kiasu! (so scared to lose)
Singaporeans too kiasi! (so scared to die)
Singaporeans too kiabor! (scared of their wives)
Maybe we’re just too stressed out! (even the kids)

"Ooh"

Old National Library was replaced by an ugly tunnel
Singaporean men can’t take independent women
People blow their nose into the swimming pool (and pee too)
And fall asleep on my shoulder in the train

Singapore’s national bird is the crane (the one with yellow steel girders)
Real estate agents’ leaflets clogging up my mailbox (en bloc, en bloc, en bloc, en bloc)
Why can’t we be buried when we die?
No one wants to climb Bukit Timah with me

*chorus

There are not enough public holidays
My neighbor sings KTV all night
Wedding dinners never start on time
My hair is always cut shorter than I want
Channel 5 commercials are way too long
Why do men turn bald?

At first it was to speak more mandarin
Then it was to speak proper English
What’s wrong with my powderful Singlish?

People sit down during rock concerts
We have to pay for tap water at restaurants
ERP gantries are everywhere
But I can still see traffic jams on the road
All the bus stops have tilted benches
Cannot access playboy.com

*chorus

work = $770. exercise? priceless

I believe I am in a season of a drop in dopamine levels due to non-exercise. After a year of exercise almost every day, I don't think I am used to life without it.

I feel fat. I feel insecure about my voice which is "too high" or "androgynous". I feel like I should not be eating so many things. I generally hate my high amount of work and disdain the fact that my boss seems to think that I have nothing better to do.

I need some sun. Or water. I miss swimming and kayaking!! And running. And gymming.

Argh. Angst.

sunday blues.

It's already Sunday and I am dreading the return to my work. My endless work. It has been days and days of working past eleven o'clock or staying over, and I just hope I can find some kind of rest from it all after the Inspection.

To speak the truth, this was nothing I expected when I was still in 5th LOCC. I knew it would be a hard road, but I always imagined some sort of encouragement. Now that I am actually in my job, I realise it's a cheerless job. Don't expect your boss to praise or encourage you, because you are merely doing your job. If you screw up, it's your fault and you deserve to be sarcastically reprimanded. Politics. I'm so tired of it all.

Just returned home from going to my grandmother's house. We went to the temple to pray to my grandfather before Chinese New Year. Isn't it ironic? A Christian going to a temple instead of church on a Sunday morning. I just couldn't refuse my mother... I haven't been to Grandma's for weeks now, so if I can go, I will.

I heard from Mum that my brother thinks that I don't care about going to visit Grandma and only about going out and having fun. What does he know? She remembers his name. She doesn't give a blank look to him. Perhaps it's a vicious cycle. The more I don't go, the more she doesn't remember... But. I just can't stand it. I especially hate it when my uncle asks her if she remembers my name, as if he has to emphasise the fact that she doesn't.

I need to get out somehow. All this is killing me.

work worries.

I feel an urge to write a real blog entry because the past two entries have been so brief and uninformative. Truthfully, I have been feeling quite heavyhearted since work started. There's just no more fun and joy!

I have been having some problems with my men. Most of them seem to be taking long MCs, or just finding excuses to go on off and slacking when we actually have a lot of work to do. The inspection is coming really soon, and we have an exercise coming up. I am feeling a lot of the stress piling. To make it worse, I am also feeling the usual 'my social circle is shrinking' syndrome again. I want to go out and have fun!!

Just today, I got reminded that I should seek God in my work to find joy. I need to learn to see where God is working in my life and my job so that I can obey and go with His flow. Just exactly how to do that, I don't know yet. I plan to just be more observant and be more present when working so that I will have to situational awareness. Hm.

I miss a good telephone chat. HAIX. Seems like there's so much for me to say. I want to have a good full rest. And I've only just started!

I am really stressing out because of work lately. It seems like there's just so much to do, and so little time. It also feels like people expect so much of me and life is different from the other Second Lefts because I am the QM.

Haix. It's not easy being a commander. I want to have time to slack off too, you know.. but I can't. Army be over quickly leh!!!