BEYONCÉ is not a typical album

not-love-that-keeps-me-here:

I really like Beyonce’s new album. Even though I dont see it having any strong singles for commercial release. Because it’s not easy, not made for a quick musical fix, no throwing your hands in the air kind of vapidness. This music drudges up deep feelings and emotional heartache delivered through the synths and almost spoken word like singing of Beyonce. I could imagine myself in a park late at night listening to these songs, or even just lying in bed staring up at my ceiling. This is peaceful, emotionally potent and cathartic music. I could walk the lonely streets at night, with just the simple beats and that low luxurious range that she displays throughout each song.

This is not the type of music that makes you want to jump in the air, holler all through the night, and make loud abrasive screams and cheers. This is for the 3am to 8am recovery period after a party. Where you’re staring at friends slumped over furniture, regret seething from their faces, delirium finally leaving them, and it’s calm. It’s for the peace that comes from, say, being in in a room with good friends, winding down, having an honest discussion about sex, life, and connection, bravado fully left behind. It’s the soundtrack to the wind down after a big night. In that 2 to 3 hour period where you’re vulnerable, physically drained, unable to sleep, heavy thoughts seeping through once again, now that the party has stopped. 

I think this is why I am really liking this album. It doesnt rely on big, brash beats or vocal gymnastics to impress. It slowly seethes through, wearing the listener down, making them raw, like a slow but continuous drip drop of water hitting a stone.  


10 Thoughts When I Listened to PRISM.

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Unlike you (probably), I am still part of the CD consumers club - with HMV closing last week (the last sole surviving outlet is at an obscure corner at Marina Square connecting to Suntec City).

Having been the gayfanboi that I am, I paid a total of $40, with a t-shirt - so unlike Miley, you must pay for Katy’s “free gifts”.

  1. This album is like rojak. Every song is different from the next and sometimes it can be a good thing but sometimes it can be a mess. Roar is bubblegum pop, International Smile is like a mature California Girls. Walking on Air has Cher-Gay Anthem written all over.

  2. Roar doesn’t fit the album at all. I always listen to it separately. It’s… Too random from the rest of the album.

  3. The album starts really high and then after International Smile, the pace of the album sharply drops. It’s like you took out the CD and inserted another album.

  4. You can tell Katy Perry’s purposely putting as much Illuminati references in her songs as possible. It worked for Ke$ha.

  5. This is How We Do and International Smile sound like Fifth Harmony rejects because they thought it was “too kindergarten”. Yes, the selections of this album isn’t up to par with her previous efforts.

  6. Legendary Lovers should be the next single. This song has that ethinc touch, the kind that Beyoncé always has in her recent efforts. Unconditionally is picked as the next single but fuck that song is boring and not single worthy.

  7. I stop listening from track 10 onwards with the exception of 11. It was a snore fest.

  8. She looks really good on the album cover - and the packaging is good.

  9. Some songs are brilliantly written, but most of the songs are disappointing.

  10. Roar still does not fit the album even after 192342347 listens. I actually like the song less after listening it with the rest of the album.

Bonus: Katy has the gayest footballers ever.

Despite having heard the album in full on Spotify, I still bought the album. Katy’s good, but this album was less than disappointing. I give it a 3/5.


5/5 - You must buy two copies and pass one to a friend.
4/5 - Go buy a physical copy before they go extinct.
3/5 - Listen to it on Spotify.
2/5 - Just listen and wait for the singles instead of the whole album.
1/5 - Really. Don’t bother.


last night’s dream.

the setting takes place in this small little social club - kinda like a SAFRA clubhouse where my friends gathered and we had took part in activities together.

the first story line was about doing what you love. everyone was mad pissed because this old man, who is the oldest member of the club, had his art show delayed because the management wanted to prioritize another event. he wanted to open it on time because a “spring break” for old people was coming up and he wanted to show his work to his friends.

but management thought a party for youth was more profitable and decided to go ahead with a party for a bunch of kids my age instead.

everyone came for the party. even my ex came. Yes, Jun Wei. It seemed funny because he came out of nowhere and for a few “days” in the storyline, he was bothering me but Guang Wen, my current boyfriend was there and he was nonchalant as usual.

The guests who were at the party were from various stages of my life. Guang Wen looked at me, and said, “answer me. Are you okay with Jun Wei being here? Are you A) glad that he’s going away so you don’t have to see him again. B) glad that you, accidentally or not, met him again, or C)…”

and before he could finish, I said, “C) I’m glad that I’m over it - and I have you.”

Because at that moment, I realized some people come into your life, teach you a lesson and go. But there were some people that’s gonna stay in your life. Guang Wen holds my hand and the camera pans from our grips and pans beyond the bunch of people from my past to the friends i have now, telling me who my friends are.

suddenly management runs in, “we have to put your exhibit up today!”

the happy old man’s exhibit was already prepared while everyone else who was supposed to show something at the exhibition, hasn’t even begun.

you see, the lesson he was telling me was that if you really love something, you’ll prepare for it even if you know it was not gonna happen.

while everyone rushed their work, he ran to the window, opened up the blinds, he says, “they’re here! they’re here! my friends are here!”

happy that he could finally show off his work, he died right in front of his exhibit in my arms and the background music was “What A Wonderful World”.

I woke up and I cried.

if it’s too confusing, ask me when you see me. xoxo


Ask Zul: My mother gives me a hard time!

hi i feel very troubled right now and i’m not sure how to deal with this but what should i do when my parents (mother actually) is giving me a really hard time? she always says that i’m a bad child because i never listen to her but all the time she’s shoving down her opinions down my throat and she never listens to what i say and i know a lot of other people also go through this but it’s hurting me really badly mentally and emotionally and i’m really not sure how to deal with this i know that what she meant to to do for me is good and she doesn’t want me “harmed” so she’s trying to shelter me and making me listen to everything she say so that i won’t go down the wrong path but i feel really suffocated and every time i tell her smth i think she just says it’s wrong without even listening and honestly i break down everytime she does that and she thinks that every time i cry i’m just faking it and i dont know where i’m going with this i’m sorry
Well, first of all, reflect: are you a bad child? There has to be reasons why parents say things that you may disagree - seeing that as kids we don’t really see ourselves in the eyes of our parents.

Secondly, try to have a relationship with your mother where both of you can speak your mind - and if you can’t communicate in that manner, try abruptly saying your opinion respectfully and always be politically correct. You can be honest but be really nice. Also, don’t forget to be firm and respectful. Once your mum sees that you can communicate like an adult, she will begin to respect you.

Thirdly, for myself, I make it known that I want to be independent. I speak my mind, I pay my bills, I get a job and slowly, my mum unlock shackle by shackle. It took a while but it’s worth it. She’s less controlling and I can pretty much be on my own most of the time.

And it’s alright for you to break down - it’s human. Look, more or less, its gonna suck but the more your parents suffocate you, the more they love you. However, it is you that is the deciding factor that they stop suffocating you and letting you breathe. It will take a long time - Rome wasn’t built in a day, and so isn’t your route to independence.

All the best. If you wish to contact me in private, feel free to email me at mdzulkar9@gmail.com.

Lastly, I’m really sorry it took me a while to answer your ask.fm/mdzulkar9 question! The rest of you, feel free to send me questions!


A young gay Muslim boy emailed me to seek advice. I feel it is necessary for me to share my raw, unedited response.

First of all, I’m Zulkarnain. And you can just call me Zul.

I think it’s just about choosing happiness. Hiding from my parents were tiring and I didn’t want to come out to them until I was financially stable and could find my own place to stay. Unfortunately, through my silliness and carelessness, my parents found out.

Needless to say, my parents and I got into a huge argument and they wanted me to change. I was adamant with my position as a gay man, telling them it was impossible and that I am who I am. More importantly, I wanted to live an honest life with my parents. I didn’t want to have to lie to them for the rest of their lives.

Deep inside, I know they’re disappointed, but what about me? I’m disappointed that they chose to not understand me and chose to be in denial of who I truly am.

When it comes to religion, I have become agnostic. I believe in Allah but I also believe that He created me for a bigger purpose, far beyond my understanding and humans alike. According to the Quran, it is a sin to be gay. But truthfully, is it a sin to reject what Allah has given you in the first place?

I became my own backbone of support. That’s how I lived and survived this long. Through nights I’ve spent crying and praying hoping that I would magically turn straight, in the midst of praying I heard a voice I don’t recognize, but sounded holy, telling me, “it’s okay, I understand”.

Eventually it all worked out for me. InsyaAllah things would get better for me. I hope things will get better for you too.

Pick your battles well, pick your friends intelligently and learn to stand on your own because no one is gonna take responsibility for you.

All the best, my young padawan.


6 months.

It’s been crazy these past 6 months, but never the less, it was a ride worth taking, with my left-wingman, Guang Wen. Why I say he’s my left-wingman? It’s because he prefers standing on my left when we take photos, that’s why. Nonetheless, 6 months being together is a huge milestone in our relationship, more than every month that passed, because, well, this is my first relationship that, well, really, lasted this long and anything beyond these six month is a whole new journey for me.

Well, with that aside, every Ice Cream Day, as we like to call it because that’s the only day we eat ice cream together, Guang Wen and I faced challenges a couple would face and with each passing month, saw different challenges and slowly, but surely, worked our way around our issues and always come to a compromise, which always seem to work for the both of us.

First month saw the challenge of Guang Wen’s post surgery. His face was bloated and he didn’t want to come outside. All he wanted to do was stay indoors. With that, I came over every time, bringing him treats galore, and even our Ice Cream Day for November was us stuffing our faces with Baskin & Robbin’s. It was difficult seeing him feel the pain from his surgery but by being there for him and watching hours and hours of movies, I could only hope that my presence mellowed down the pain. He didn’t like his bloated face, because he didn’t feel pretty but to me, he was like a cute pufferfish that I could never take my eyes off, and no matter how bad he swelled up, in my mind he was still as beautiful as ever and I was still proud to have him as my boyfriend.

His face swelled down towards the second month and he agreed to go out for Ice Cream Day. We went to Lilliput, a mini-golf course and it was so nice to see him so alive and by then I knew his spirits was back up. It was still one of the best Ice Cream Days so far.

In January for our third month, I got us tickets to Jurong Bird Park but with this, came the challenge of bringing my family along, mainly because I wanted them to have a feel of how my weekends were like. However I was rather hesitant on introuding Guang Wen to my family, but he was up for it and knowing that he was cool with it, we went along with our Ice Cream Day with my family. I never did introduced Guang Wen to my family as my boyfriend but they can pretty much tell we were close. Baby steps, I thought, and perhaps one day, perhaps, that we could move forward with our relationships with my family. The Jurong Bird Park outing came with a prize, that my family remembers him and that they invite him for Daanya’s birthday party, which really meant a lot, seeing that he also contributed to the party’s success as well.

Fourth month and into February, saw a new challenge of Guang Wen giving in for my career advancements. We didn’t do much for this Ice Cream Day because I had a seminar to attend with all the hotshots in the industry. However, this Ice Cream Day it was one the meaningful ones. He showed me that he wasn’t selfish when it came to my work ethics and that sometimes I can be running late due to work. He showed patience, care and concern. He was willing to have my back knowing that I can be a really busy bee. I rewarded him by dancing for him in the middle of Orchard Road.

Month number 5 had to be one of the most fun we’ve had in a long time. He just ORD-ed while I was busy at work but I took a day off to spend a full day with him and we watched two movies, had awesome food and ice skated. Even though there were hundreds of people around us skating, I could only see him, helping me maintain my balance by holding my hand. It was one of the times that we didn’t care if people noticed we were a couple. We were just very happy. However, towards the end of the night, we had an argument - possibly about something silly - but it was still a cause for concern. We, as a couple, when we don’t want to hurt each other’s feelings, we hold back what we think and it was from that moment on that we agreed that talking and communication was of great importance to make a relationship last beyond it’s honeymoon phase.

And here we are, six. Similar to February, I was busy for two weeks before Ice Cream Day, and even on the day itself, I was held up at work, not knowing the itinerary or when work would actually end. Still, Guang Wen was patient and showed a lot of concern for my well-being leading up to the day, with agreements of pampering me after a long fortnight of work.

I’ve always known the formula to our relationship was giving and taking. We don’t take more nor do we take less and it’s always better to share. For the past six months, we weren’t just sharing food, clothes and shoes (and sometimes a bed) but we shared everything, from our problems to our families and with that, I know that for the years ahead, I will be loving the man who loves me for who I am.

"Remember. 1 year and it’s Givenchy," he jokingly said. Of course, I’ll be ready.

I love you, @sonic_g_wen.


Do you feel the majority of public opinion is still negative towards gays and lesbians in SG?

My answer might ruffle some feathers but here me out, and hopefully you guys can share.

Religion & Politics: Singapore somehow can’t dfferentiate religion and politics. Most of our political law stems deeply in the the form of religion. Christianity, Catholisim and Islam are generally intolerant towards gays in general because of the respective holy books and their stance of religion. This is not fair. Not everyone should be punished for living their lives differently from what religion tells us because not everyone is religious. People should be allowed to live their lives differently and politics should never be intertwined with religion. Take the case of 377A. Clearly the British, who were the ones who instilled this law onto Singaporean law has abolished it and yet the government feels the need to keep it to “maintain the social fabric” of the country, but sex is sex and if anal sex between a man and a woman is alright even if it is the man getting stuffed, why can’t gay men can’t do the same? It’s a question that has been boggling a lot of Singaporeans, both straight and gay, because sex, while it may be anal, can be as loving as “normal sex”, and to gay men, “normal sex” is anal sex, and anal sex isn’t filthy or unnatural, it’s already embedded into our minds, so how can something that had been embedded without choice be counted as unnatural? You might not like something but that doesn’t mean you should stop others from doing it. I mean, Muslims don’t eat pork but we don’t stop anyone who wants to eat it. Everyone has their versions of what normal is and punishing people who can’t apply that “normal” is an unfair and unnatural act itself. Feel me, bro?

Media: Singaporean media is brutal when it comes to talking about gays and lesbians, transsexual and transvestites included.

Gay men: on media they are showcased as weak, effeminate and soft, an opposed view of a “pure man” who is “manly”. What many narrow-minded people don’t know, that gay men face the most adversity in life and are indeed emotionally stronger than straight men. Straight men literally have everything given to them. Gay men have to fight for what is rightfully theirs. Most gay men I know are almost nothing to what is portrayed in Singaporean media. Gay men I know are physically fit, have bodies of gods and are tough go-getters with a zest for life because of the basic rights that are taken away from them. Granted, there are effeminate gay men, the Singaporean media tend to focus on the fact that effeminate, dismissing and omitting their strengths, and this is itself, contributes to the negative and narrow-minded view of gay men.

Lesbians: have you ever noticed that Singaporean media has never talked about or showcased lipstick lesbians? The media seem to highlight that all lesbians play sports, have buzz cuts and wear mens clothing. This is untrue. There are famous lesbians in the local media that are so feminine, and that they do not possess the characteristics of a butch. This in turn have made people think that, “oh she’s a tomboy, she must be lesbian” or “she’s so womanly and sexy. Oh she’s definitely straight.” This is not true at all! At all!

Transsexuals and transvestites: they have it worst. They are often portrayed in the media as “ugly men in women’s clothing with clown make up” and I hate this the most about the media. They are the strongest bunch of people and they’re the ones with the most interesting stories and they always get dismissed by Singaporean media, portrayed as a joke. Once I saw popular dance troupe Voguelicious on Malay newspaper, Berita Harian portrayed as rejects of families and society. I shook my head in disappointment as the members of the troupe claimed to have been tricked into answering questions about how they were rejected and how they dressed instead of focusing on their talent.

That’s the thing with Singaporean media. The LGBT are always treated as a joke and that a “cure” exists. It’s highly disappointing that a country with first world infrastructure has a third world mindset.

Sexual health: for this ill keep it short. Straight people get infected with HIV too! Gay people get infected too but it seems that gays have it worst because HIV to many in Singapore, is portrayed as a gay disease. I’m sure Action For AIDS (AFA) are doing their part to spread awareness to everyone but the media makes people think that straights are free from HIV! Reveal the statistics of which race and sexual orientation group gets infected the most. Here’s a tip: it’s Malay heterosexuals.

So there you have it. I may have offended some of you guys but this how I feel. Let me know what you think through twitter (http://twitter.com/mdzulkar9) and ill gladly respond. Thank you.


They say communication is the key to any successful relationship. Well, to say that Guang Wen and I are successful, would just be bragging, because we are still trying to figure out each others’ quirks without strangling each other.The thing is, when you take two different individuals from two completely different worlds, you get either a mix bag of candy or a smelly can of trash. I’m thankful I can say, we are the former but truthfully, in the mix bag of candy, indeed there are some that leave a sour taste in your mouth.See, human beings, while being human, we have quality and quirks that, in the flourishing stages of relationship, we find them adorable and we tend to say we love them for it, but as the relationship grows and two people become more comfortable with each other, we begin to act out.Why?Mainly because for the months that the relationship was flourishing, we only tolerated, but failed to understand. As relationships grow into a more serious state, it is crucial to understand each other on why we act the way we do.This is what people mean by “communication”. It is key in every successful relationship. We talk and listen to understand why our partners act the way they do. Eventually, a compromise can come and a common understanding is forged between two parties.We have been together five months today, and to say the very least, honeymoon period is over and we have to stop kidding ourselves: we’re in some serious shit.When you love someone - beyond the surface, you begin to know who they are but more importantly why they are like that.Honeymoon period means “tolerance”, forgoing and ignoring whatever flaws both have. When shit gets serious, it’s when we know, understanding needs to come in.I’m glad we’ve reached another milestone in our relationship and even though we bicker, I know deep in our hearts we want what’s best for you, me and most importantly, us.Happy Ice Cream Day, @sonic_g_wen. I love you. Always, all ways.
*repost from Instagram

They say communication is the key to any successful relationship. Well, to say that Guang Wen and I are successful, would just be bragging, because we are still trying to figure out each others’ quirks without strangling each other.

The thing is, when you take two different individuals from two completely different worlds, you get either a mix bag of candy or a smelly can of trash. I’m thankful I can say, we are the former but truthfully, in the mix bag of candy, indeed there are some that leave a sour taste in your mouth.

See, human beings, while being human, we have quality and quirks that, in the flourishing stages of relationship, we find them adorable and we tend to say we love them for it, but as the relationship grows and two people become more comfortable with each other, we begin to act out.

Why?

Mainly because for the months that the relationship was flourishing, we only tolerated, but failed to understand. As relationships grow into a more serious state, it is crucial to understand each other on why we act the way we do.

This is what people mean by “communication”. It is key in every successful relationship. We talk and listen to understand why our partners act the way they do. Eventually, a compromise can come and a common understanding is forged between two parties.

We have been together five months today, and to say the very least, honeymoon period is over and we have to stop kidding ourselves: we’re in some serious shit.

When you love someone - beyond the surface, you begin to know who they are but more importantly why they are like that.

Honeymoon period means “tolerance”, forgoing and ignoring whatever flaws both have. When shit gets serious, it’s when we know, understanding needs to come in.

I’m glad we’ve reached another milestone in our relationship and even though we bicker, I know deep in our hearts we want what’s best for you, me and most importantly, us.

Happy Ice Cream Day, @sonic_g_wen. I love you. Always, all ways.

*repost from Instagram


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mdzulkar9:

Lady Gatal & Beyoncit - Talipon (Telephone Minah Remix)

hello
hello sayang
you call?
i tak dengar
takde network kelab in, lah (lah)

huh huh ape you ckp?
suara you hilang2
sorry i tak eh dengar u
i sibok sikit

i sibok sikit
sorry i tak eh dengar u
i sibok sikit

tunggu skejap ni lagu faveret i die main
and i tak leh mesej you kalau i pegang air
you patut tanye siang2
you tau pe i fee
skrg you tak leh stop calling i
tapi i busy

jangan talipon (2)
i tak nak bebual lagi
kepala i, hati i tak disini

jangan talipon (2)
i tak nak berfikir lagi
kepala i, hati i tak disini

eh eh eh…
jangan talipon i!
eh eh eh
i sibok!
eh eh eh
jangan talipon i!
eheh

call lah byk2
takde org kat rumah
confirm you tak akan sampai i

i kat klub, minum air i
confirm you tak akan sampai i

call lah byk2
takde org kat rumah
confirm you tak akan sampai i

i kat klub, minum air i
confirm you tak akan sampai i

dengan perangai you, you pekik kat i
i takkan balik cepat
pakai jacket i cepat
tinggalkan kawan i cepat

memang patut i tak bawak phone kerana you menyusahkan
call orang macam makbapak i
sorry i takleh answer!

bukan i tak suke you
tapi i kat party
and i sungguh bingit talipon i ring ring!

somtimes i rase i tinggal kat city hall interchange
malam ni i tak angkat phone kerana i joget!

kerana i joget
kerana i joget
malam ni i tak angkat phone kerana i joget!


jangan talipon (2)
i tak nak bebual lagi
kepala i, hati i tak disini

jangan talipon (2)
i tak nak berfikir lagi
kepala i, hati i tak disini

eh eh eh…
jangan talipon i!
eh eh eh
i sibok!
eh eh eh
jangan talipon i!
eheh

call lah byk2
takde org kat rumah
confirm you tak akan sampai i

i kat klub, minum air i
confirm you tak akan sampai i

call lah byk2
takde org kat rumah
confirm you tak akan sampai i

i kat klub, minum air i
confirm you tak akan sampai i

Just gotta repost this. ;)


Okay Uncle

Me: hey bro. Do you know of a bicycle store in Punggol?
Random kid 1: yeah there's one at Punggol Plaza.
Random kid 2: uncle you BMX rider ah?
Me: no lah. Fixie. Thanks boys. (Walks away)
Me: (screams) oh and I'm not an uncle! I'm only 22!
Random kid 2: okay uncle!
Random kid 1: HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

Dear Leaders Of Singapore

Let’s look back on what you have been doing for the past 47 years of independence and beyond.

Yes, we have progressed from nothing. From being an island found by Sang Nila Utama, to the discovery by Raffles of us being a gold mine for port and trade, Singapore is indeed a success story envied by many countries.

With (relatively) fast growing transport infrastructures, to tall buildings that touch the skies, certainly there is no doubt of the massive progress that the leaders and forefathers of Singapore has brought to its people.

Why, yes. We can go on and on about the achievements made by the hands of its very own people but fast forward to today.

The obsession of wanting to flourish as large as the world’s superpowers, you, as our leaders failed at one thing.

You have failed in giving your own people their basic need of protection.

Let’s not talk about war. We have the Singapore Armed Forces and the Ministry of Defence to brag and boast about the finest technology that its citizens will probably never use.

It’s about our day to day lives. We are human beings. We can’t be measured by statistics. We have our own needs and our own different struggles to go through and somehow, the fears of Singaporeans are not dealt with.

No, the fear isn’t xenophobia. If you take a look back, most of our forefathers weren’t aboriginals of Temasek. Some of our forefathers were neighbours in the Malay Archipelago and some from China, not to mention, India, and they make our nation.

So what is the fear? It’s having our jobs that are rightfully ours taken away. Gone were the days where Singaporeans served its own people at restaurants and shopping malls. Some of us are stuck at home without a stable income not because we couldn’t find jobs that were right for us but rather we have been replaced by cheap labour.

Take a good look at the recent SMRT protests. The bus drivers from China protested about how they weren’t well-taken care of, and almost immediately a meeting was held for them to review their concerns.

Take it back to us Singaporeans. How many times have we voiced out saying, “we don’t have jobs!”, and yet we were ignored?

Don’t blast your statistics on us, they’re provided by your own team.

Every time a new plan to bring jobs to the country, case in point, the integrated resorts (which really is the casino adorned in better vocabulary), were meant for our people and yet the people serving us at these places are foreigners, whose job scope can be easily done by Singaporeans.

It’s such a shame to go on Duck Tours and see that Filipinos giving a tour of the Singapore river. That’s not xenophobia, that’s just pathetic.

Don’t even get me started on our education system. How many more of these imports are you bringing in to give free education all the way up to university? What for? So they can be leaders in Singapore?

Okay, fair enough but why can’t you reward your own people with such benefits? We have 20-year-olds scratching their heads on how to pay for their polytechnic education fees of almost $15,000 and yet students from China get a Free Pass To Go on the Monopoly board game of Singapore education.

Face it. These people you bring in and give free education will return to their homeland and be big shots there. Why not you invest on your own people? Why not you invest your own flesh and blood?

The problem is that the government creates an education system so competitive that they forget that they are serving their own people - and that should be a priority. Education for our children is becoming very shaky.

We have foreigners coming in to our classrooms and that’s fine - but to give them benefits and scholarships for free when our own people have to put in extra sweat and blood, after which, they might not even get scholarships? That’s just embarrassing.

Rethink about how you are treating your own people. We, as Singaporeans don’t hate foreigners because they’re not from Singapore, we hate the fact that what is rightfully ours, in the land of Singapore, is given to them easily and we have to suffer.

We Singaporeans can’t afford a Cherry QQ without paying for high COEs while some foreigners come with Need For Speed cars and making scrap metal out of their Ferraris.

We don’t hate foreigners. We hate what you, as leaders of Singapore, have done. Man up, stop acting like a bitch and correct your mistakes. Own up to it.

You are the reason why Singaporeans are running to other countries for greener pastures. You have disregarded your own people for your greed of monetary benefits to your own wallet.

We’re not even asking for welfare or money. We’re asking for jobs and educations that do not fail us. What does that tell you about your own people, leaders of Singapore?

Sincerely
Very disgruntled Singaporean 


Baby Assertiveness

Sis (baby talking to Daanya): I am so cute!
Me: don't teach how to be a narcissist. Daanya, say, "I think I'm cute!"
Mum: no! She must be assertive. Say, "I know I'm cute."

Captain inspected the room, found a pair of shorts, asked if it was mine. I held it in front of his face, “you really think my waist is this small?”

"Really ah?!" I giggled as he nodded in agreement.


Kami Tak Akan Kembali Bersama (Demo)

Yes, the title sucks, but my Malay sucks anyway. It is meant to be a parody so don’t expect it to be Malay literature. I could have finished recording it tonight but my sister said I was too noisy. Sigh.

I’m thinking if people like it, I’m gonna do a video for it. A simple one.

Tell me what you think, please?


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