Of Strikes and the Immigrant Problem

I don't see how a strike can be manipulated to become "refusal to work". It's definitely a large pool of workers who "refuse to work" on the same day. Oh hey, they are the imports from China!

More information on the strike (oops sorry, refusal to work) on this page:
http://news.xin.msn.com/en/singapore/smrt-bus-drivers-who-refused-to-go-to-work-in-talks-with-management-2

So, next time we are unhappy with our pay, we shall just ... REFUSE TO GO WORK and then the management will pacify us into making us work by negotiating our pay lah?

This, is something that i feel, is biased!

"Separately, the National Transport Workers’ Union (NTWU) issued a statement that said the union could not represent the affected workers as they were not union members.

NTWU urged the workers involved to return to work immediately and added that the union was prepared to help in negotiations between SMRT management and the workers if both parties welcomed its involvement."

In the first place, these workers aren't even union members. Then they have NTWU to urge them to return to work, okay that is acceptable since there are tens of thousands of people taking the public buses every day. What I don't understand is, why must NTWU prepared to help with negotiations between both parties? Why the need to offer help to cover these people's backsides? Come on, they are the ones making trouble by going on strike, just because of their miserable pay. Come on, I doubt their pay can be SO miserable right? They will sure as heck remit the money back to China and heck, their families are slowly becoming rich right?

I'm becoming unhappy over the foreign workers issue, especially knowing that majority of them just use Singapore as a stepping stone to earn and save, then retire like a boss in their home country. What about Singaporeans like us? We'll be slogging till our deathbeds just to put food on our table.

Not everyone is as lucky as those who are born with a silver spoon. Not everyone has thousands of Singapore dollars in their CPF account so that they can retire like a rich man and play golf every weekend. With the rising standard of living and the rising prices of new and resale flats, most of our CPF savings will be depleted just for housing. If i do apply for a BTO flat, i'll need to fork out $1000+ monthly for 30 years just to pay the HDB. For me, (well for now) I'm lucky enough to be working in a company who deducts my CPF from my own salary, PLUS additional employer contribution into my CPF account. But what about my partner, he barely have $500 credited into his CPF each month. Besides, I doubt I'll stay in this line of work till I'm old. So how now?

Foreigners just stay in their dormitories, or rent a place for a meagre sum per month. Then have a simple way of living their lives whilst sending a bulk of their pay back to their homeland.

It's a fucked up thing to be a Singaporean, yet don't feel like we're put first before these foreigners.

I took the public transport for the last two days, and all i saw around me was majority China Chinese and the Filipinoys. I hate for the fact that I used to be seeing mainly locals on the train, making their way to school or work, but now all i hear around me are foreign accents.

Call me intolerant of foreign immigrants, but they are robbing Singaporeans a decent way of life in this tiny Island that we call home.

We,

the Citizens of Singapore,

Pledge Ourselves as ONE united people,

Regardless of Race, Language or Religion,

to build a democratic society

so as to achieve happiness, prosperity and progress for our nation.

Where is the regardless of race language or religion now?

As far as i can see, most places are placing more emphasis on employing Chinese workers.

They come to a foreign land to work, yet expect THIS FOREIGN LAND to adapt to them. THIS FOREIGN LAND had to translate MRT station names into mandarin so these FOREIGN IMMIGRANTS could understand. Is this fair? It isn't.

My mother, who doesn't even understand English, can manage with the English names of the MRT stations. I see old aunties and uncles regardless of race, who is clearly monolingual, be able to bring themselves around without having translations of the station names. Why must the public transport system be tweaked to accomodate them?

Singapore, i hate that you're becoming a mini-China.

Just like at work, they recently had a change of canteen vendor. The cashier in this case, is a China woman. Obviously she thinks Singapore is China, so regardless of your skin color, somehow we ALL understand mandarin. No woman! You're totally wrong! I'm a Malay, i don't understand mandarin. and even if i do, i will pretend to not understand a single word you spoke!

Well then, whatever happened to ENGLISH as our official mode of communication? Will they pass on a decree that will say that Mandarin is now the official language for communication then?

Always remember,

that the Malay language will and shall always be Singapore's National Language.

Do something about me dear government! 

Yours Truly,

The Pissed Citizen.

trust.

Sometimes, some things are just never meant to be said, never meant to be made known. But sometimes, there are instances when we wished we said what we thought we shouldn't say. And the cycle goes on. We live with regrets anyway. Regret for things that we do, and regret for things that we never did try. Humans are never contented with what they have anyway.

I have trust issues. MAJOR trust issues. Even with the people who I've been with day in and day out. I get insecure, and being insecure makes me lose hope, makes me drown in utter disappointment. There wasn't any expectations to begin with, but there are just things that i do along the way that made the truth be known to me. And that, I hate the most.

I hate how some people just find it sooo difficult to be just outright frank with stuffs, that they had to hide simple things like that to me. Hello, my instincts always prove me right, every single mother-puking time. It's like i'm slogging off for nothing to ever come out right after all the efforts. And it sucks. It truly sucks.

It's like you know you've gone so far, but certain things just push you right back to square one.

But people will never understand. People will never know what and how you want things to be.

But even after all these turbulences, all these roller coaster rides, despite some disappointments along the way, I'm still happy with what I've achieved. I don't even care what people say, what people think. They may say that I may brag about a meagre achievement, a feat that's easily achieved by big shots elsewhere. But look at them! Are they even close to where I am, to be calling me an empty vessel? Oh bitch please. Arrogant? I don't go around telling people off "eh, you're so stupid you don't have a diploma yadda2"

I respect other's education, I respect how others live their lives. But if you can't even respect mine, then why should you deserve an ounce of respect from me? You aren't even close to where I am and yet, you're saying all those nonsense. Why? Just to piss me off? Just to tell me that I wasted my parent's money on a fucking Diploma from a LOCAL POLYTECHNIC, whereas some godamn fella who's much more successful than me aren't even highly qualified? Huns, that's her call if she wants to brag it or what. I don't even know her in the first place, so why should i bother? If she's some high flying role model that i should idolize then I'd long done that. She must've been quite a small fry since i know nothing about her.

So anyway, since we are from wayyy different worlds, i don't think i'd fancy what she's successful at. Like I said, I'm happy where I am now. Just going to wait out few more years, build up a steady flow of savings, then start looking for a day job. But that would be after I have my own family. That'll be enough to complete me.

Who says you can't be happy even though you have major trust issues? the main problem is that, some people just don't trust their ownselves enough for them to be able to trust others. To love, you need to trust. But to trust, it doesn't mean that you need to love. It's a different perspective altogether. That, will have to wait another day.

Time for some short shuteye time. 4 off days coming up in 2 hours time (=

Happy Birthday to Me !

Oh hey!

I've just turned 21! (Okay no, I'm 23, I have this feeling that turning 23 is already so old! I wonder how I'll feel once I've turned 30). Let the pictures do the talking for now...

The little girl whom I disappointed because I managed to figure out what was her surprise. The giver of the gift refuses her picture to be taken. pfft....

The gifts! I only expected the Nuke Optics shade, didn't expect the socks and erm shoelace. There's a story behind the shoelace and socks. All backdated since 2011. Well, I've gotten new socks for work yeay!

Well I spent the midnight of 17th November at work on my first Night shift. It's okay, since i managed to apply leave on the 2nd night, meaning I could enjoy the whole 24 hours of my birthday! and yeaa, my colleagues was looking for candles for me to blow during supper! We had supper quite late though ... about 2.30am? Thank GOD, really THANK GOD the sample load wasn't so heavy. But still was too much for me to have my nap till I overslept. -_-"

The macaroons was the second part of the surprise Little Kinah gave for my birthday. She comfortably hid the macaroons in one corner of the fridge lor. Awww, thanks kinah! The macaroons came with birthday candles anyway, so my colleagues took them out and place it on the bread! How creative and thoughtful. It's just a bread with seasoned meat inside. Yums! I could grow fat with these people i tell you!

So Nurdin turned off the pantry lights, thank goodness there were just us and Jonathan in the pantry, so there won't be much commotion ey. Sang birthday song and blew the candles. Too bad Izzaaz wasn't around as we share the same birthday. Hehe. I felt like a really lucky girl that night. (=

Kinah's other 2nd birthday surprise because she was unsatisfied I just had to spoil her surprise. An organizer for 2013, nicely hidden under her reagent list. I only saw her note lah, but I didn't saw her present. How sneaky!

Overall, what I got for my birthday. Yes, that snickers was also my "birthday gift" from hanis. Once i reached home, the chocolate already melted. It's in the freezer now. Well, what to do, this is what riders like me face all the time. I cant carry chocolates in my bag for shit. It will always have to end up in the freezer to harden it up first before i can actually devour it. sheesh~

The Boyfriend also gave me a Mickey Mouse Plush toy. Didn't do anything much since it was pouring (yet, another dilemma of a motorcyclist). Other than that, he bought us a couple shirt and also baseball jackets for us! Thank you dearest. Am looking forward to our engagement day. (=

Lotsa love, (and please keep off the hatred)

Zue. (=

bride & bike dreams !

Picture credits from http://whengeekswed.com

this is so pretty! can i please have this as the centerpiece of my wedding table? or or ... just a hantaran will do because this is sickly pretty!

whengeekswed.com is seriously an amazing blog for B2Bs to get more inspiration and wacky ideas from. nothing is ever impossible if you have a thing for creativity eh?

it's still too early to be fantasizing about the wedding because i guess it's still a pretty long way to go. i guess, because it'll be anything from a year to a year and a half till the wedding. We're crazily underprepared, especially the boy. bleah~ this it what sucks.

i'm turning 23 soon! how time flies. i'm hoping for a surprise from the boy but i don't think it'll be possible. the cons of having a boy who earns more than 3 times less than you ey? le sigh, le sigh. it's okay, he's slowly upgrading himself with part time courses.

you know what they say about "behind a successful man, there's a woman"? well i guess i'm THAT woman, but i walk beside the man, as a friend, lover and at times, as an enemy. sometimes it's nice to be an inspiration to someone and actually make an impact in their lives.

so enough of wedding drools, time for me to fantasize over what bike i shall ride next.


ducati 848 evo. yums! $30+K on the road not including COE. hais. the price of living in Singapore is ridiculously insane. in my dreams baby, in my dreams. i hate installments, so this bike will be out of reach for a few years. bleah~


fazer 1000 ! but .. but ... the parents wont let me ride anything above 400cc. i want! plus it's ridiculously crazy to get a first hand 400cc bike because you can get a first hand 600cc bike with the same amount of cash! sighs~ if i couldn't get this ... i'd want a ...



GSXR 600 ! i love the clean color scheme, or the blue white seems fine with me as well. I wonder if there are any new machines in the market, shall check it out soon when i have the time i guess.

i am sooo lazy to get out of bed. but have ... to ... force ... myself ... out !

Please Help Little Nur!

I've been itching to start a new blog for quite some time, but I'm always caught up with work. There are just sooo many issues that I want to blog and spill my opinions. Issues that I'm sure I'm not the only one who's affected or unhappy about.


I'll cut everything short for now. I'm blogging about the current issue that will bring tears to everyone who has a heart, who has feelings. Here, is the story of Adlea Ry’Kyla Muhammad Ghazali, known to many of us Singaporeans as Little Nur. She's only four, and she's suffering so much now. Sadly, the authorities can't do much for her as she's too young to undergo a heart transplant. She has myocarditis, which is a rare heart condition that causes her kidneys to deteriorate. Her abdomen is bloated, that presses against her other organs and makes her breathless, suffer sever pain and fever.


[The only hope for Lil Nur is a NEW HEART]





I teared when I watched how she tried to avoid her medication. And I teared more when I watched how she's saying that she's feeling breathless. I urge Singaporeans to help this little angel. A posting has went around facebook, stating how Singaporeans helped contribute funds towards a dead murdered China girl, but then turned a blind eye towards Little Nur. Hey, Little Nur is still alive, and struggling for a living. If we help her, we are helping to save her life, and help her live a normal life and God Willing, she'll grow up to be a fine young lady who is always helping others in need. 


Here is the posting that I obtained from Facebook;

Any idea what is the $1.2million is being used for? Huang Na isn't even around, walking this earth alongside all of us. So where did the contributions go to? Did her parents donate them to charity, or use it for their own benefits? I WONDER.

So please, do help to contribute and help Little Nur. A hospital in Florida quoted that her heart transplant ALONE costs $1.5million US dollars. No matter how small is the amount contributed, it's the thoughts that counts. Otherwise, no matter what religion you are, do offer your prayers for this little one, as well as offer our prayers to everyone else in need.

I am in no way related to this little angel, I'm posting this out of empathy. To donate, do refer to this website for more details.

• http://littlenurheartfund.chipin.com/little-nurs-heart-fund
  
  
  Thanks for reading. Stay tuned for more posts!