You know how when things get so bad you only have 2 options? Either you stay put and do something about it or you leave and look for something better?

I asked my dad the other day (cos you know, my dad's the fountain of wisdom) if he ever dreaded going to work. He said no. And I told him I did. That I dread going to work almost every single day. And he said, "oh". And that was it.

I think he wants me to be happy but he also doesn't want me to screw up my life. I have a stable job now and I think he's happy that I'm somewhat secure. Even though I earn so little the Singapore Government doesn't think it necessary (or humane) to tax me.

Speaking of the Singapore Government, I was watching the first part of PM Lee's National Day Rally. FWAH! The man speaks Malay like it's his mother tongue! I didn't stick around for the Tamil, Chinese and English sections but I thought he sounded quite decent. Was pleasantly surprised. So as Prime Minister, you get to learn many dialects. And I'm sure many languages too. Wah... that's quite cool hor? Like that I also want to be Prime Minister. I wonder if I need a certificate of eligibility...