"Love yourself first.": Fucking infuriating.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Fucking infuriating.

the ministers are proposing to double their pays! Fucking bullshit. Because their pays are tied to the 6 highest paid sectors in singapore, this might lead to doubling their pays. What kind of fucking bullshit! They're being paid 3 times (even 5 times for pm lee) than the second highest paid politician in the world? If mm lee draws that salary, i might have nothing to say. But the other ministers who just sit in parliament all high and almighty drawing this kind of fucking pay???????? Whatever happened to nation building and helping those who fall through the crack? Bloody hell. Fuck it. Really. We're most uncorrupted country in the world? Of course la. The 'corruption' is done openly what. Really hope singaporeans know what they're voting for. In private sectors, they earn money based on their OWN capital. When you're a minister, your pay comes from our hard earned money! We pay for u to help the needy and build our nation! Not to sponsor your kate spade bags leh. What logic is this???? Oh my gosh. Really damn capitalistic. I rather they turn singapore into a welfare state than this. Zzz.

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If - Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you,
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, dont give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you have your life to broken
And stoop and build 'em up with worn up tools;

If you can make one heap of your winnings
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the will which says to them: "hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kinds - not lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds worth of distance run-
Yours is the earth and everything thats in it,
And -which is more- you'll be a man, my son!'