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I am an indie writer. This is not a blog, it's a berth for my scrawling. Read my works and you'll probably think that they are either just plain junk or maybe knacks of a decidedly Bohemian attitude.

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

How I feel about the Singapore government (part 3)

I think that half way through the campaigning, our Prime Minister must have gotten some divinity or his father must have walked into this dream and gave him some awakening that politics, no matter how low and dirty, should not be one where a dog (the PAP) just bark and bite and not do his guarding job. I was almost sick to my bones reading about the to and fro inter-blaming of the AHPETC issue! I want to hear some other kind of politics, how to make our lives better, no more hearing that irritating China accent or Pinoy accent everywhere I go.

So when there was some inside news on our Prime Minister holding a press conference to give some bombshell, imagine it being something like no more shit about AHPETC or integrity nonsense, let us now talk about campaigning, of course in a more civil way than this but it was so much of a relief.

But this article is not about our Prime Minister or the PAP finally stop being childish; it is about how our government is actually one freaking big family.

If there is someone I really hate, it has to be my ex boss. One good for nothing rich 2nd generation dirtbag who knows no dung about doing business but being one of the lucky bastards in society to make it in life with his Dad's money. I am sad to say that our new generation of PAP leaders are exactly like him.

I got this print screen from a family member and I just wanted to puke my breakfast out. Not surprising that Chan Chun Sing is part of the Prime Minister's family, I mean he has to be or Chan Chun Sing would not be hailed as the next Prime Minister. But useless and pea-brain Lawrence Wong is actually the son of another useless pea-brain Wong Kan Seng? OMG.

Not only did Lawrence not explain any hoots about part of the recent AGO report which showed how flawed his ministry of culture, community and youth misused funds, he also is the most degrading person ever to step into parliament. I cannot forget his smirk when Low Thia Kiang explained how no one wants to work for the Workers' Party's Town Council nor can I forget how instead of debating on issues, he and Sim Ann (another good for nothing Member of Parliament) brought low blows and insulted the opposition party's Chee Soon Juan.

And do you want to know that video of Wong Kan Seng weeping like mad during one of LKY's exhibition at Bishan and Wong Kan Seng saying he is the son of a hawker and it is thanks to LKY that he has a chance to serve and be where he is. Please lah! You were given a chance not because you were lucky or capable! You were given a chance because you married his sister! Proof below.

Remember when the Korean cruise ship capsized and killed so many Korean students? Korea's president apologised and resigned even though one freak accident like that has nothing to do with the leader of a country but low and behold, our dear Wong Kan Seng was still the Home Affairs Minister when Mas Salamat escaped from prison. And all he could say were dumb things like the escapee could either still be in Singapore or not in Singapore.

The Singapore General Election is one of the best times our country can be in. Not only can we see stupidity being displayed in our government, in particular, the PAP, we can also see how they only know how to point fingers and not look in the mirror first.

Take some of these ministers and what immature things they say:

1. Vivian Balakrishnan - "...only the wealthy or corrupt work for free..."

2. And then the Prime Minister says - "... going to parliament is not a path to riches, it's about sacrifice for the people." So this means that Vivian Balakrishnan's line above is nonsense? Or is our PM the one talking nonsense?

3. Lawrence Wong - "You heard attractive plans from the Opposition, they don't show you fine print." Well, then did you show us what happened to those bad debts in your ministry?

4. Prime Minister Lee - "We consult widely, housing, CPF Life, we connect directly with the people." Oh yah? Bullshit! We don't want no minimum amount sum in our CPF, why the hell would we need that for?

5. Tan Chuan Jin (another useless minister in my opinion) commended about how when the opposition met up to discuss which GRC and SMC they are going to contest so as to avoid a 3-corner fight makes as though the residents are being traded (or something along this line) What? I have no idea how you link a discussion to the residents being traded. No Link At All!

6. Tin Pei Ling - "PAP is not perfect but we have sincerely and strength. We can do better" Yap, take our money for your salary and sponsor your Executive Masters degree right?

7. Yaacob - "We are not upgrading for the sake of it, but to improve quality of life." So then why are the wards under the opposition not applicable for housing upgrading? They do not deserve a better quality of life?

8. Prime Minister Lee - "On Cooling-Off Day, think about candidates' character, can you trust them? If we don't trust the opposition candidates, can we trust the PAP candidates? Like this stupid Chee Hong Tat candidate who said that it is stupid to advocate speaking dialects but actually spoke dialect himself during his introduction? Can we trust someone like that? 

9. Amy Khor - "To maintain trust, the government must prove itself with HIGHEST standard of integrity. Here's a picture dedicated to you and your fellow PAP colleague:

10. And finally to that nothing-good-ever-comes-outta-his-mouth Defence Minister Ng Eng Hen who said that we don't solve problems by shouting or jeering... well, do you even know why you were being jeered at in the first place? You are the bloody problem here! Stuck your nose in by-elections that are not even in your ward and kept criticising and putting people down... geez!

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

How I feel about the Singapore government (part 2)

So the rallies have started, I see once more, banners being put up on almost every lamp post and of course, PAP's ones must be on top. I see for once clearly, the face of my MP who never turned up at my area at all, whose name I cannot remember and whose face is unfortunately, an easily forgotten one.

My mum and husband had the opportunity to meet him during couple of his walk abouts recently. I lament on not being able to meet him personally for I have many questions to ask him and one in particular is his Bt Batok ward zone 10 grassroots members.

I live in Bt Batok West Avenue 6 and there is a grassroots centre just 2 blocks away. Not only is that a place for the incumbent's volunteers (lapdogs) to come and go as they please, torment residents by being so ridiculously rude all the time, they also take the chance to make a karaoke room out of one of the classrooms that was supposed to be a tuition room for kids during the weekends.

We would have thought that such a recreation room was for everyone to use, but when I wanted to go in to take a look, I was appalled that I had to pay $5 first before anything. And needless to say, the person who asked me to pay spoke to me like I had broken into their house to steal some priceless vase.

Now the main problem about this karaoke room is not about paying $5 or lapdogs there guarding their room like its their kennel... It is about how they are dressed.

My goodness, it looks as though we are outside some dirty karaoke joint in Geylang! The aunties who frequent there are dressed so skimpily that they look like mama-sans. Their skirts can barely cover their butt lines while their tops are of plunging necklines that their arm candies cannot take their eyes off them. I am not sure if the men on their arms are their husbands but if they are, which decent husband would want their wife of over 40 to dress like this?

I wish to ask Mr David Ong, MP for Bt Batok SMC if he is aware of such behaviours from his very own grassroots members? If he does, why is he condoning it? It looks as though we have some mini Geylang right in the middle of the heartlands of Bt Batok! And what can he do for us residents if he is not aware of something happening right underneath his very nose?

I am not FOR opposition because I have no idea who this Indian man from SDP is, I have not met him nor have I seen him in any of his walk abouts here but one thing for sure, I rather go with the Devil that I don't know and give him a chance than to go with the Devil who cannot be good enough to be an MP for the estate that I am living in and allowing his grassroots members to yell at people when all we wanted was to queue up to collect our SG50 fun packs.

I hope you have a chance to read this, Mr Ong.

Monday, August 17, 2015

How I feel about the Singapore government (part 1)

I have never truly been an apolitical person. In matters of the country, in the office or even at home, I chance upon every opportunity to right all wrongs created by politics of any kind and nature. I hate to be played a fool, being taunted into a corner like some citizens of a third world country and I certainly cannot stand by and see injustice without standing up for it.

As you know, the General Election of Singapore 2015 is around the corner although there is yet to be an announcement of nomination day or election day. Politicians from all parties are now garnering manpower, selecting the cream of the crop to stand for their party in the election for the country. Some are even nitpicking into other parties' short comings in a desperate effort to bring their political rivals down- and the only party immature enough to do that is sadly, our very own, Singapore's People's Action Party.

When I was young, I was taught to always apologise for my own mistakes and no matter how unfair I am being punished as compared to the others for making the same mistakes, I never say things like, "Michael did it too. Why wasn't he punished?" or "Look at Kumar, look! He also do the same what!" From my 34 years of living on earth, I observed that only kids do that and kids mean humans that are below the age of reasoning and maturity.

Unfortunately, Singapore's very own Deputy Prime Minister and Defence Minister, Teo Chee Hean did just what a kid, under absolute no amount of reasoning and maturity had done. I don't want to elaborate what the childish DPM said but for those who are interested to know, here is the link http://mothership.sg/2015/08/orh-luak-politics-in-60s-how-wp-and-pap-are-frying-their-oyster-omelette

I shudder to think of what another term of service this ridiculous mindset and behaviour of a DPM can do; what if IS decided to attack our country? This DPM would probably just say something childish and stupid on his facebook and ask him if he wants to swallow the entire Singapore. This man, with an unmistaken smirk plastered all over his face when all the different tanks drove pass the grandstand during this year's National Day Parade, waving his small Singapore flag like a child being proud of this Transformers collection... being the main man behind our defence? Argh!

And what of our silly Minister of National Development, Mr Malaysia (oops, he is a Singapore citizen now right?), Mr Khawn Boon Wan? This made-in-malaysia man who introduced his boy-band of Sembawang GRC right inside a VWO? Aren't all VWO's not supposed to be seen indulging or favouring any political party or activity? What the hell is going on? Our very own minister not knowing the laws himself and committing an illegal act himself? My goodness....

And needless to add are the many shortfalls, gaps and mistakes in handling our money by the People's Association- (to know more about this, click on this link http://www.channelnewsasia.com/news/singapore/auditor-general-s-report/1985518.html )As far as I know all those ridiculous nonsense that this political party is citing about "at least there is no evidence of dishonesty" is shielding itself from fraud!

Oh my god... just continuing to type all these ludicrous behaviour and actions from a first world country just makes me gag more and more. I am getting sick to my stomach that such injustice can even take place in our country! When an ang mo friend told me how a Malay traffic police stopped his fellow ang mo colleague on the road for not wearing a seat belt and not having his child of under 6 in a child seat, and later asked for SGD200 from the ang mo so that he would write his name down and could just let him drive off, I laughed my head off. This sort of thing would never happen in my country. And when a recent case of a Korean woman being caught for trying to buy off a police officer at the customers, I cannot help but smile and say yes! I was so sure that my ang mo friend was lying all that time.

But to see that such a childish, almost corrupted mindset in this group of people leading our country, I really feel that I would rather a lowly police officer asking for some little 200 bucks to buy him off, than to see so many lapses and gaps in our own funds, maintained by this group of foolish men in our government.

No wonder so many people want to move out of this country.

Monday, June 22, 2015

Two-coloured face monsters in people

I have come across many a times but only today did I really come face to face with this monster whose face is half as white as ghost and the other, as black as the devil burned.

When I was young, I read that there are many devil-culprits that creates hindrance in our lives - they manipulate us and make see when we could have not or blind us as and when they like. For instance, a witch has the ability to make us see the person we hate fall into a pit of fire in our minds and therefore, conjure more hatred in us. And there was also a devil who looks like a skeleton who steals our things an hides them from our eyes whenever we need that something, only to find it when we don't.

This two-coloured face monster, I believed who didn't appear in books dwells so deep within us and has never seen the light so much so that writers cannot give him a face. But I gave him two colours because he is made of two traits and boy... is he in everyone.

He lurks in our hearts feeding from our need to always be the victor and then has the the ability to jump into our heads, twisting it with ideas of false virtues when the time or opportunity is right to strike, the masked virtue is then revealed to be full of malice and evil intentions.

People who rears him do not know of his existence and it is people like these whom he gathers his strength from, eating his host from the insides until it shows on their faces, how poisoned and toxic they are.

And what of this false virtue that he so strongly possess that can allow one to think it as a virtue when it is in fact, a vice? It is the ability to believe that you are doing good for someone when all the gains that entails goes only to you.

I met someone like that recently and it irks me to see how the two-coloured face monster wields his wrath and stirs his brain as though it is a huge witch's mixing pot. I see his form in this person's eyes when it should be my reflection in its place, I see him standing on his shoulder and talks into this ear, I see him tugging his fingers to type malice in his text messages and I see him sitting on his shoe and pointing towards the direction of enmity and wickedness.

Let's call this person, Z.

In the office, Z is a pest. He extends help and offers advice when needed, only to buy allegiance and pretence of a kind heart to forge the image of a good candidate for the managerial post.

At home, he boasts of how good a particular brand of refrigerator is and offers to pay for it. Everyone in the family thinks him generous, but later, his siblings found out that it was a gimmick for this refrigerator to only allow his and his wife's food to be kept. Everyone else's is to rot.

In the extended family, he buys expensive Xmas gifts for the rich Aunts and Uncles in a hope to suck up to them and gain more in return such as 'the most filial', 'the most generous', 'the most thoughtful' but alas, is the most churlishly miser to his very own kin for they receive nothing from him.

For party venues and important dates to remember, he is never short of suggestions - the visit to the Thai restaurant or a bike cycling tour sounds fun for a family gathering if not for these places being for them to avariciously gorge on Thai food as though they are Thais themselves while the rest of the family picks at the rice or sits at benches to watch them zoom by like a child prodigy on a bicycle.

While it is not acceptable to do evil like rob an old lady, abuse an animal or kicks away a beggar's bowl, it is far worse to perform respectable acts in a charade to fool people of their real intentions and all benedictions go to them.

There is no beating them or the two-coloured face monster. With every successful stunt, or failure, the two-coloured face monster only grows stronger and stronger as it satisfies its hunger by the cheap thrills childishly created by its host.

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

The 4 types of rich people - definition of class

Just the other day, Hubs and I were talking about rich friends over a cuppa and some English Breakfast and I remotely shared with him about how I feel that even though people loosely classify the rich into self-made and hereditary, there are another further 2 more types to them.

There is the rich who inherit all their wealth from their fathers. They are usually called born with a silver spoon and have never lived a day in poverty or any way close to that. They are well-off not only in their spending ways but also in their taste of clothes and good food. However, these people are differentiated by the way their carry themselves.

The dictionary says that class and elegance is something refined, luxurious, graceful and superior but class and elegance are everything above that. In fact, they have no definite definition. Class and elegance combined are there when you see it.

Rich people with class and elegance walk like royalty but with no air of arrogance and no evil on their tongue. They smile and you know they smile from within them, genuine and sincere. When they serve you wine, it is rich, rare and expensive, not to flaunt their wealth but they believe that good things must be shared. When you see them being treated like royalty, it is not because they enforced it, but because they earned it.

And there is the rich who inherits wealth from their fathers who might have missed out inheriting their gentility and grace or could have inherited their parents' haughtiness and arrogance.

They are brandish about their wealth, choosy on who they mix and hang out with and always look down on people. They are the conventional rich and stuck up people that you read in books or see in movies. Always quick to share a word of how they too possess an expensive car or flown to a particular part of the world with tons of photos as proof on their facebook profile.

When invited to their homes, their swift actions on bringing the costly whiskey and announced it so to their guests makes them inelegant and lowly while not afraid of serving a cheap meal of coconut rice there after only confirms their selfishness and how ugly they are inside.

I have a friend who lived poorly, not only in terms of her family background and status (her brother was a junkie, her mother a home-maker and her father a taxi-driver) where she lived in a mere 2 bed-room flat, but also in the way she presents herself.

She has a deep understanding of where she has come from and with that in mind constantly, she seeks many ways to 'upgrade' herself. She worked hard and took a diploma in some business studies, and with that certificate in hand, she proceeded to advance (albeit slowly) in her career and started to have more spending power. With that, she bought herself luxury brands to decorate her exterior and even read extensively to improve her language. She started to speak more softly and slowly which was something she had observed from the classy people but she is still poor.

Poor does not mean lack of money; poor in my words means lack of class. While there are stones which appear dull but look shiny and precious after a good polish, this friend of mine will never shine for she is raw and coarse.

I might sound rude and insulting but allow me to share this with you and you'll know what I mean -

A group of friends and I decided to catch James Cameron's Avatar and we asked her along. Throughout the movie, she was very fidgety and I would have thought that she was restless and the movie was boring. When it was all over, we streamed out slowly to the lobby while waiting for the rest to catch up. "How did you find the movie?" I asked in order to make small talk.

"It was okay," she replied, then suddenly remembering something, she added, "Do you remember the scene where Jake Sully connected his hair to the horse?"

"Uh huh,"

 "It looked as though the horse was being fucked. Haha haha!"

I looked at her bemused and stumped. And later, an after taste of disgust and irritation.

Now tell me that wasn't poorly.

The last of the rich types would be someone like my neighbour. I really like this elderly man who gives the appearance of a rugged man but one who is definitely the man Rudyard Kipling said, "can walk with kings and keep its virtue and talk with crowds and keep the common touch." That, is class.

He might be dressed in loose shirts that he keeps it unbuttoned all the way to this mid-section. He always wears slippers shorts and yet, drives an expensive BMW. He is always seen sharing beer and rowdy talks with other fellow peers but never goes home drunk or drives when he drinks. When he spots you walking past him during one of drinking sessions, he would nod at his friends to indicate he would like to turn his attention away from their talks for awhile and gracefully turns to you with a ready smile and then turning his head but to give his friends his fullest attention.

He nods and smiles at every neighbour, donates to charity and praised me when I told him I am going clubbing and since I am going to be drinking, I won't be driving. And who would stop his huge-ass BMW along a dirty roadside, hop out of his car to help an old lady push her cart of garbage across the road?

We all know that you do not need to be rich to have class, but it is ugly to be rich and pretend to have class when class cannot be inherited nor self-made.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Tattoos do not define us, we define ourselves

I got a text from my best friend of 33 years who saw me through basically everything in my life. Her text was simple and straight to the point, just like her character.

"Found out that Jerry became mad. Careful if he texts you or calls you and asks you out"

No need to ask which Jerry because between us, there is only 1 Jerry that we know.

"What happened to him?" I replied.

"He shaved all his hair and lied he was turning bald. Then he threw a computer out his window and went to jail for that, then when he was released, he took a knife and slashed a fellow colleague"

Jerry was a tattoo artist. He was a staunched Buddhist and had been vegetarian for more than 10 years before he decided to go to Portugal and start his career there. He came back after a year no long a vegetarian and when I met him, he explained that it was difficult to be a vegetarian there where everything was only salad and bread.

He then went back to his old tattoo parlour and worked for his boss once more. When we caught up, I found out that being overseas changed him, he cracked more jokes, among them some really crude ones and rather hurting too. He also ate more meat than before he turned vegetarian. After some time, we stopped contacting after he decided to start out on his own and like all tattoo artists who do not have a studio, start from his own bedroom.

Being a fellow tattoo fanatic, we know a lot of people who have lots of tattoos and are in the 'scene'. I recalled we used to criticise a girl who has half her body covered with tattoos. She walked with her nose in the air, her head held high and she never smiled. Jerry used to hate her and say that it is people like her who ruin the image of tattoos - because you do not need to have an attitude to have tattoos.

After about a good 6 years and the only news that I have heard about him was him losing his mind, made me realised that life not only plays us like boys to flies, religion does the same too.

My Dad would tell me not to hang out with people who have tattoos, or people associated with occupations like these - they might be gangsters or ruffians but I know so many tattoo artists and so many doing so well in life and well respected in their trade that everyone wants a tattoo from them. But as like a flock of white sheep, there will be bound to have a few black and I am sorry to see Jerry turning out like that.

No, he was not a black sheep in his trade, he was one that made everyone agree what it is to be living a life as an alternative. He proved to be one that we all associate a goon with. He has gone off the cliff and by attempting to stab someone, he is no longer a normal dude but a criminal now.

Live episodes like these really move me and make me emotional. It is not like how a nerd going crazy, buying a gun and starts shooting people; it is more like how a friend whom you know is never like that, turned the opposite direction and proved just what everyone wants to agree with.

Tattoo is an art, a way to beautify our bodies akin to the way we apply make up to our faces. Drawing a longer eyeliner draws attention and we adore the attention we get, just like having tattoos. Yes, we adore and we like being looked at as being an alternative way of life. But no, we are not ruffians or gangsters and we do not need an attitude to have tattoos.

I have tattoos, half my back is covered with tattoos and I have 3 on my ankles and 2 on my belly. I also have one on my left hip. I am also in the education line and I teach children anything interesting from planets to what makes up our blood. Tattoos do not define us, we define ourselves.

Jerry is now on the run and the police is out to catch him. I don't think he will call me but he does live nearby and somehow, there is there thought that I might catch a glimpse of him at the nearby mall or coffeeshop. But then again, he couldn't by near home if he is on the run.

I hope Jerry gets help, not only because he was my friend, but more to prove that he is not one more of the black sheep that ruins the entire tattoo scene.

Monday, April 13, 2015

Stereotyping - What would you associate a country with?

Have you ever felt you were a frog in a well?

I did... and I felt that way when I was in a cab... with a Malay uncle taxi-driver listening to BBC... playing a talkshow on singers in Tashkent. I was so amused, I would have thought that I'd lived for nothing.

The talkshow was about some singers and how they are thriving in a Muslim country like Uzbekistan.

Uzbekistan... just the sound of this place already makes me feel so small.

No, I'm not talking about the a park keeper in Safari in Africa, or the Pope in the Vatican City, nor am I referring to living on a farm and learning about farm-life in New Zealand. I'm talking about a place that we could have heard before and just know that the women there wear clothes up to their noses. I am talking about singers in Tashkent.

It just struck me at that time that there could even be a talkshow on radio about a weird occupation in a country that no one bothers to go sight-seeing in.

And it made me feel very small. It is like, for all the worldly history that I have read or all the eras of literature that I have interpreted in the Uni, or even all the countries that I have visited, I am still this very small in this big world.

Not sure what I'm talking about?


If you would to do a study about something from Texas, you would pick a cowboy. If you would to do a study about someone from Greenland, you might pick an eskimo. But would you pick studying an accountant in East Timor as a topic to learn about? No, you would probably choose to study about a tribesman living there.

Majoring in literature has made me love life, but reading about post-colonial literature has opened my eyes to so many other things - for instance, we no longer read about the white man writing about how weird the black man is, we read about how strange the white man is from the black man's point of view - Chinua Achebe, one of the best colonial and post-colonial writers of all time has astonishingly made me realise that there are so many things out there to see and learn about.

And learning about how singers are struggling, singing mostly and only at weddings (and not in concerts) and earning that little to continue their passion in a country where we all thought that they people are masked under a black veil, or fighting terrorists, or trying to stay alive from this meal to the next, is what I have felt that I, am just one Vic in this world.

In a way, we are all like frogs in wells, we'd thought that we know everything about a particular country or stereotype their people, we actually do not know a thing at all. China is not all about picking ducks, women with slit eyes, Chinese tea or Mao. And America is not all about Obama, The Big Apple or their cowboys. And Singapore is not all about Sarong Party Girls, the 4 different races of women or about the terrible 4 seasons of heat. It is also about a young lady, whose occupation is to create enrichment workshops and camps for young children - her own belief that education should be about fun and laughter, not exams and papers.