Wouldn’t it be lovely?
22/04/2006
I had a long week
What about you?
Fortunately, I managed to score dinner with the engineers again – shamelessly, hee hee – so it ended on a pretty sweet note. Ah Leongsan found this place called Turqoise Bar somewhere off someplace in the west. 
It’s so much more fun to have dinner with a bunch of engineers. First, they get to the point. Second, they don’t try to milk the point till death. Third, they don’t try to outdo each other. And they laugh at all the jokes, on cue. Engineers – they’re my favourite people in the www!
On the elections
I also found out that I belong to Ang Mo Kio GRC, so it’s probably unlikely that I’d get to vote this year. Aiyah. I was looking forward to it.
It’s funny to watch the run up to the elections, especially now that I actually give a hoot about stuff. The buzz, the lame media coverage, the policies, manifestos aside, you’ve now got a bunch of new media-ites to keep an eye on.
People who write or speak about what’s happening in their blogs and casts, ranging from
The side-steppers: the ones who want to seem like they have an opinion, but don’t want to be crushed like cockroaches, and therefore resort to filming themselves talking about local issues through Apple ad-like videos. Yes, we will change the face of local views and mindsets one podcast at a time. Ha ha.
The serious-observers: the ones who hang on every letter, word and phrase that any politician spits out, analyse it, proves or debunks it, and bores the heck out of the world around them. Well intentioned, and probably too evolved for the common man.
The media-observers: the ones who write about what goes on in the run-up to Election Day on our national tv station, our national paper and our national radio station. Can feel their frustration and angst, but it’s like re-frying beans. Just a lot of air.
The blahs: the ones who blah everyone else, who try to sound like they’re above it all, but also signify nothing. 
It’s a hoot. Every so often we get to see the whole spectacle unfurl, the flitty prancing and the furious anger, the noble intentions and the personal agendas.
Then we vote, and life moves on as it should. And thus concludes another 5 years.
