“I am going to vote PAP”, I said to the staff over curry fish head.
They looked at me disbelievingly.
“I just got $1,200 for the Progress Package.”
“How come you got so much?”
Mona Lisa smirk.
“That’s why I voting PAP……but nobody can buy my vote.”
“Why not also cross out the Ch from your surname, change it to L?”, Newman remarked. LOL.
“Not a bad idea! Must write about this in my blog.”
Henceforth my name shall be Kenny Lee Hui Seng.But then…..mum used to tell me,“When the lightning strikes, stay indoors.”
So I think I’ll just vote according to my conscience…..
And I’ll remain, yours truly, Kenny Chee.
Merdeka!
April 5th, 2006
Finally I asked the why question.
Why did it have to happen to my mum? All her sisters, even the older ones were okay. Is it the diet? Mum was quite careful. Is it the years of bitterness in a painful marriage? Did that set off a degeneration of brain cells? Was it a mini-stroke she had? The specialist told me long ago that if he knew what caused it, he wouldn’t be where he was.
Lately I have been rather impatient with repetition. I can count the number of times I am told about a matter, a complaint, and it grates on me. But seeing my mum repeating stuff over and over again like, Where do you live? and, Want to have some bread? and my telling her again and again, I live in Jurong, and, Ive just had breakfast, just makes me feel sad , feel robbed of something I can now never hope to have.
Had a tinge of regret that when she could communicate, I was not that eager to.
How was I to know that such a gift could be taken away so suddenly?
Still I believe in His love.
Still I hold on to Easter’s offer.
April 3rd, 2006
