The Singapore Idol Show

It amazes me how hypocrites abound in NUS. By right I should be numb by now but apparently not.

Last night, a few of my peers went to the Indoor Stadium to watch Jonathan perform in the finals of Singapore Idol. They had the opportunity to go courtesy of tickets from Jon's mom. So far so good.

Today I found out that one of them voted for Hady and yet proclaimed loudly, when interviewed by the media, that he voted for Jon. Why? Just so that he wouldn't have to be embarassed.

Well I'm all for voting for the best singer and all but surely when you're receiving a benefit from someone, you ought and should return the favour in kind. But nooo.....apparently people think otherwise.

Ok, let's push it a bit more. Let me grant that receiving the ticket does not obligate one to vote for Jon. But surely if you voted for Hady, you shouldn't proclaim that you voted for Jon right? And sound like you're one fuckin' helluva good friend. My god. Amazing.

And there I was wondering if I was not being a good friend (even though we've been team mates and school mates) by not going down to support him. Wondering if I can't even measure up to these NUS 'buddies' who've known him for awhile.

I guess I'm wrong. Thankfully.

Not that I'm trying to show off but I guess I'm a more decent person than most.

The Attentive Father

Last night on train I saw a very moving sight. It was of a father caring attentively for his disabled son. His son was strapped firmly to a pram because he couldn't support himself. Spinal Bifida perhaps?

But anyway the point was that although the dad was busy studying on the train, his attention was all on his son. As the son slept and his head seemed to grow too heavy all of a sudden, his dad was there to cradle it and help support the weight. And when his son resisted his dad's attempts to guide his head back on the pram, his dad just left his hand there to act as a pillow. All this time, his dad just looked on lovingly.

Then when his son started coughing, his dad's anxiety showed in the way he stroked his son's chest in order to ease his son's discomfort. Constantly, he never looked away form his son.

The son woke up after the coughing fit and started to laugh. It was then that you could see the worry and anxiety disappear from the dad's face. He proceeded to kiss his son's hands lovingly before they continued to play with each other and they were so happy. I could feel myself smiling with the dad.