TRUTH about Eldercare Center and JB nursing homes....

Recently, it is reported that the govt is building 100+ elder care centers around Singapore. Mainstream media make it sound so good, old folks will be fetched from their homes and cared for at the Eldercare centres and then the van will send them home. Then the govt harp on some people opposing such elder care centres near their home - very ugly people, very selfish, think only about themselves not abt elderly SHAME, SHAME, SHAME! I also feel shameful to be Singaporean when I hear these people's objection to elderly care near their homes....it is very stupid because you go to all the elderly care centres, the old folks are cared for INSIDE the center and they seldom come out or walk around. But there is ONE THING, more shameful than these Singaporeans who oppose elder care near their home.

First ask you ONE SIMPLE QUESTION : With so many Eldercare centres around Singapore...how come so many Singaporeans send their old to nursing homes in JB? Do you know WHY? This is ONE THING not revealed in Main Stream Media when they write beautifully about Eldercare centre making it look like the PAP govt is going all out to care for our seniors. If that is so why are JB nursing homes crowded with elderly from Singapore?

I also don't know this until my friend told me. One month ago my friend Johnny, aged 45 yrs old called me. He told me he needed to borrow $500 urgently. He was a trusted old friend don't say "borrow" even if "give", I'm okay to do it. I was more concerned if he ran into trouble. I met up with him, I give him the $500 first then asked him what happened. He told me he slipped and injured his elbow. Because of injury, he had to wear a cast and was given MC. Because he couldn't do OT and the medical bills, he was short of money. How he ended short of money? 1 year ago, his mom could no longer care for herself so he enroll her into a Eldercare Centre. The centre charges $1200 per month leaving him with less than $500 to spend on himself. Luckily, he is single and don't have family to support.

$1200 per month for a place in Eldercare center...now you understand why people who cannot afford send their parents to JB. 

One minister openly declare that earn $1000 per month can own HDB flat. My friend make $1500-$1700 depending on how much OT. He can't even feed himself when something unexpected happens.

This magic $1000 can buy flat, support family, send elderly parents to Eldercare....the PAP govt live in another world not in our world.

Poem - Working Class Father...

Oh daddy how come we have no car?
Because it is too expensive, my son.
How come my friends father all drive?
Why do must we take MRT and bus?
Because daddy does not earn not enough.

Oh daddy, where are we going this holiday.
Son, we are going to Lego Land in Malaysia.
Malaysia again? I want to go to Europe and America.
How come my friends get to go so faraway?
Why is it always Genting and that lagoon in Sunway.

Oh daddy, why don't you make more money,
So we can stay condo and eat sushi.
I'm tired of hawker center and kway teow mee.
I want better, daddy please give to me.

Oh daddy, you look so tired and drained,
Did your FT boss scold you again?
Oh daddy, please up your productivity.
Try to get promoted and earn more money.

How come other people's dad so capable,
Drive BMW and live in private condo.
Their children all get private tuition,
While I struggle through my education.
On their body are branded creations/
Why must I wear imitation?
Cheap pasar malam clothing,
I think is skin irritating.

Oh daddy, you quarrel with mom today,
You gambled all housekeeping money away?
4D every week you must play?
Why don't you work harder to earn more pay?

Why do I have a father with no degree,
Look down upon by our capitalistic society.
Every month struggle to make ends meet,
So many OTs and no-off weeks.
Still, the cost of living rise faster than he can earn,
Numerous new things he has struggle to learn.

Deep inside I know he tries his best,
He struggle so hard and never rest.
Late night shifts for a few dollars more,
For those new pair of shoes I wore.
I know no matter how hard he cannot catch up,
They overrun him with cheap foreign imports.
Younger workers with whom he must compete,
Bullied at work he dare not speak/

Oh daddy, you look so worried today,
You deep wrinkles are a giveaway.
Oh daddy, what is on your mind?
Your foreign boss again unkind?
Did they humiliate you at workplace,
Say you're too slow too old nowadays?

Oh daddy, I'm okay to take bus and MRT
I don't mind living in H-D-B,
I don't want any holiday to Europe,
No need branded shoes and clothes.
I know whatever it is you still love me,
That's enough for me to be happy.

I just want again to see your smile,
For me you went the extra mile.
A working class father nothing is easy,
Every dollar you sweated for the family.
Others can look down on our poverty,
But we will stand up proudly,
For you are the ones that work the hardest,
They rob when they pay you the lowest.
But every working class father is truly
The backbone of our economy.

Advice in form of poem - inspired by the Cecilia Sue scandal.

What happened to Cecilia's husband? After watching the whole incident, I came up with some advice for all you guys:

Whatever you do with your life,
Don't marry a pretty wife.
Men see her  with lustful glee.
You will suffer lots of insecurity.
You small salary and Nissan,
Cannot satisfy her material wants.

Men at the top will want her,
Using their money and power.
Late nights, mysterious calls, SMSes,
They woo her with sweet promises.
You'll soon be neglected like an old toy,
Left out cold useless working class boy.
She asks why I ever marry such a loser,
A lowly slowly promoted average worker.

If you ever want a happy life,
Make an ugly woman your wife.
She will make your meals delicious,
Clean your clothes and do the dishes.
You want a woman who is delighted,
To be with a husband that is dedicated.
Happy you support the family,
To take bus and live in H-D-B.
No worries when she's home alone.
No wierd strangers call her phone.
The kids - can be sure are your children,
Not someone elses production.

So friends this is my advice,
Want to get married think twice.
Look at her face carefully,
Make sure body not too sexy.
Remember when make love at night,
You can turn off all the lights.
In dark doesn't  matter how she looks,
So long as she can cook.

Feel so sorry for Mr. Sue,
Marriage too late for rescue.
Had he married a plain Jane,
Won't suffer so much pain.
Please remember his tregedy,
Wear Green hat for all to see.
Whole country knows his wife,
How can he carry on with life.

My advice to Mr. Sue today
Cut your losses and look away.
This type of woman just forget it.
She can lie and always cheat.
As your life falls apart,
Remember this is a new start.
Next time avoid all the misery,
Don't marry a woman so sexy.     

Ng Boon Gay case - DEFENSE STRIKES BACK!

Cecilia Sue breaks down in court, insists she is telling "the truth"

SINGAPORE - The woman at the centre of former Central Narcotics Bureau (CNB) Director Ng Boon Gay's high profile corruption case was grilled on Thursday morning on whether she had an intimate relationship with Ng.

Ms Cecilia Sue, 36, was asked by Senior Counsel Tan Chee Meng, Ng's lawyer, why she said she had sexual intercourse with Ng in her first statement to the Corrupt Practices Investiagtion Bureau (CPIB) in December last year.

Ms Sue replied she had done so in order "not to implicate anyone", and as she was frightened. The defence lawyer, however, probed the former Oracle sales manager on how she could be so detailed about the incident two years earlier.

The statement, paragraphs of which were submitted to the court by the defence,described an undressed Ng pushing aside Ms Sue's panties for sexual intercourse, followed by oral sex in an apartment at Great World City in June 2009.

It is also inconsistent, Mr Tan said, that she subsequently altered a sentence in the statement to read: "I had a (more) liking for Boon Gay", after the incident.

Disclaiming the factual veracity of the statement, and breaking down once during the intense cross-examination, Ms Sue said: "What I say today is the truth. Nothing but the truth."

Earlier in the morning, Mr Tan read out text messages Ms Sue had sent to Ng, 46, which suggested the two had an intimate relationship.

The first message read out in court was "Do you DIY?". Another message on July 2 last year read: "I could have three hours with you. We had fun". Yet another, later that same day said: "She's home?".

Among other messages Mr Tan read to the court: "M U", "you ignore me how how how"and in response to a text message that was not replied to: "where's family day?"

Ng is facing four charges of corruption for obtaining oral sex from Ms Sue in return for allegedly favouring tenders from the companies she worked for.

The Prosecution's case is that Ms Sue was pressured into performing fellatio because she was concerned about the contracts, and that she would jeopardise the commercial relationship she had built with the CNB.

The defence's case is that Ng had an affair with Ms Sue between 2009 and last year, but personal indiscretions aside, was not corrupt.

If convicted, Ng could be jailed up to five years and fined S$100,000 for each charge.

The trial has been adjourned and hearing will resume Friday morning.

National Conversation going downhill....

1. LHL propose 6 M population number.
2. Lim Hang Kiang say you want 1% growth or 3%...if there is no large influx growth will slow.
3. Acting Manpower Minister Tan Chuan-Jin warned that this sentiment (to think we can live with slower growth and lower influx) pre-supposes Singapore has arrived and that survival is not an issue.

What is Tan Chuan-Jin trying to say? Without foreigners to ramp up growth, Singapore cannot survive? Lets get it straight many Singaporeans are HARDLY surviving today under PAP policies fearing job loss to foreigners, low pay and rising cost of living.

We must look at things in totality and good back to basics. To import foreigners to survive is self contradictory...we are not surviving but on living on borrowed time, at some point as the numbers of foreigners grown, the concept of Singapore the nation becomes meaningless. Economies can grow or shrink ...nations can still survive, but you destroy a nations identity, it is gone forever. Our leaders don't understand this...that makes me worry for my country.     

Yes, Singaporeans are the most ungrateful people, here's proof!

We have scholar leaders who received the best education in the world free of charged using tax payers money...but when asked to serve in public office they refused to do so unless they are paid the highest salaries in the world. Is there pple any where else in the worl as ungrateful as these? Oh what sense of entitlement we have created among the ruling class. Not only have we created elitism and this belief of self-deserved entitlement mentality, this group perceive ordinary Singaporeans who need aid with disdain and often takes a condescending tone when they speak to the masses.

What abt rich employers who already earned their millions refusing to pay decent wages to workers and keep insisting on govt importing more cheap labor to boost their profits at the expense of ordinary workers. ..this very ungrateful act rightfully people see through employers like Douglas Foo. What about the rich that enjoy lowest taxes in the world and give the least to charity among all the rich in advanced country.. .look at Bill Gates and Warren Buffett both giving every cent of their wealth away believing it is not theirs to keep.. .yet our rich refuse to give back and the PAP give them the lowest tax rate in the world. ..breeding the selfish nature found in men.

Yes, Singapore is an ungrateful society.. .this ungratefulness polarises our society. ..it is disgusting for ordinary people to have to see all this ungratefulness among us starting with the men on top. It is shameful to see old and aged workers who contributed so much to our economy still working well beyond retirement age ...it is highly ungrateful for us to allow this. 

An ungrateful society is an unhappy society. We must all be grateful and show it otherwise prolong this miserable period of unhappiness among us.

A walk through my neighborhood....

As I walk out of my home out to the balcony, I pass by my neighbours homes but those old neighbours are gone. Their homes sold to foreigners who come to Singapore as PRs or rented to foreigners. The familiar sounds and surrounding I grew up in fading away to give way to foreign tongues, foreign accents and the smell of foreign foods.

As I make my way to the void deck, I see a large group of Filipinos and Indians gathered there.....oh where have all my Malay neighbours gone? They used to go down with their guitars to sing a tune or two. They used to play soccer with me at the open field - oh how I miss those days I played soccer on that field with my Malay, Indian and Eurasian friends. Now it is a picnic ground for Bangladeshi workers. Not that I have anything against them but how things have changed ...really wonder where all the Singaporean children have gone, nobody seems to play soccer anymore there.

Dropping by at the coffeeshop, where I have been going to since I was 3 years old. The old man selling mee pok is still there so is the aunty selling pork porridge. But the rest of the stalls are now run by people from China. I can still manage with the heavy accented Chinese but really wonder where all of the old Singaporean and Malaysians coffeeshop aunties = where have they gone? Occasionally, I see my friend Ah Teck coming round to sell tissue paper - he has been jobless for a long time because he has little qualifications and some problem with his leg. The world seems to have left people like him behind.

The coffee shop is an interesting place. A mini-institution in the neighborhood. Where old men past their prime gather to drink beer to revive their egos....I have a theory they do so because their old body and minds are fading away, the alcohol makes them feel liberated and these old men start talking about their old glory days or scold the PAP govt.....alcohol, the antidote for repressed political sentiment.

Not too far from the coffeeshop is my secondary school. You know there are 10 bands for secondary schools and there are schools so lowly ranked they are unbanded. Yes, this is one of the schools for "the others" where you are more likely to end up in a gang than go to university. Putting weak students in an bad environment that make them weaker academically is our govt's idea of inclusiveness. Yeah, when all the ministers sit a table, they will talk about which batch of RI, ACS or  RGS they come from. We wedge our society apart - the best gets the best, the worse gets the worse...producing humans of extremely separate polarity. Make the strong stronger, make the weak weaker.

The school is not our ticket out of poverty....but the Singapore Pools outlet near by you see the long queues on Wednesdays, Saturdays and Sundays. The masses buy their pieces of hope and show some optimism. Just get those 4 digits right and fortune comes your way. For the poor, it sounds like a viable plan at least there is hope....you can never build a fortune on a slave salary of $1000 ...at least the Singapore Pools outlet gives you some hope.

As I walk around my neighborhood, I always have to remember to look up once in a while in case there are people who want to end their misery prematurely - you don't want them to take you along with them when they fall on you. See those police tents popping up more and more often around my  area.

 

This is my neighbourhood. This is my home. This is the real Singapore. This is where my heart is and where I build my hope for the future.