MH370 – Australian bomohs hard at work

The disappearance of MH370 is still unresolved.  This is an obvious case of espionage and foul play but no one has any evidence to pin down the culprit. The only hope now is for someone who is pricked by his conscience to blow the whistle before they are silenced.

No one can fault the Australians for trying to help. The victims and their families would want to know what happened. What is sickening is that the Australians have been waving their magic wands and claiming it was here, it was there, very sure, confirmed by their modern bomohs and modern broom sticks. Have not the Australians been crying wolf once too many?

Now they are crying out loud that they are damn sure it is in the Indian Ocean again. And they have their bomohs and their gazebos to prove that it is almost sure, almost certain that they got it right this time.  And for countries with a lot of victims, they cannot say no to the merciful cry for help, to try to locate the aircraft.

For those who believe in the theories of black ops, the aircraft is likely to be anywhere except where the Australians are pointing to. Do the Australians have an agenda to distract the searchers to the wrong place, to keep them searching everywhere except the right place?  And to make it look real, someone may plant a bottle or a shoe to make it look real and likely.

When would the truth be found and the wicked and devious bastards be caught and make to pay a heavy price for this evil act on the lives of 239 victims and the pain and sufferings of their loved ones?

Would the modern day bomohs touch their hearts and stop fooling around with people’s pain and emotions and do the right thing?  If they are real and sincere to help, well,… but if the intent is wicked or to milk the money from desperate victims and their countries, it is real bad. This hideous crime must be exposed. It is a crime against humanity and only the vilest of people would commit such an act, taking away 239 innocent lives. And for those who went around spinning the story of a mad pilot and a mad crew, please stop your nonsense. You need a big team of people to take over an aircraft with 239 people and without anyone able to send out an emergency call.

    

Preparing for the next Presidential Election

I think the next Presidential Election should be around the corner, due in  mid 2017. Everything is pretty quiet at the moment. Tony Tan is likely to be fielded again as he seems to be the perfect fit for the Presidency and for the ruling govt. There is so much chemistry between the President and the Prime Minister that everything is just working fine with this couple. It is unlikely that another candidate will be thrown in to replace Tony Tan unless due to some unforeseeable circumstances.

Who would come into the fray this time from outside the establishment? Of the last three presidential candidates, Tan Kin Lian is unlikely to stand this time given his poor showing in the last PE. Tan Jee Say could still make a try as he did not do too badly then. But he would have to resign from his Singaporean First Party first to be eligible. Would he want to given the bad publicity in the aftermath of the last GE?

Tan Cheng Bock looks more like a certainty this time. He is still looking very good in his own way and in a two candidate fight his chances of getting elected is as good as anyone else. For those who want a non PAP candidate, Cheng Bock would be a very good choice and he would really be a challenger to Tony Tan.

Now, would there be any surprises waiting lurking behind the corners? Would there be any new potential candidates to enter the fray to provide more than a 3 corner fight and split the votes again? Given the stringent criteria, not many people are qualified to be a candidate and those who are qualified are people that would think very carefully if they intend to stand as they are likely to be public figures and closely linked to the establishment.

So far no newcomer has indicated their intention to run. It would be nice to see a 2 horse race for the PE. But knowing the possibilities, you can bet there will be some dark horses out there wanting to put in their 4 million dollar bets. And multiplying this by 6 years that is a cool $24m stakes, not counting bonuses that would easily double or triple that sum, awaiting the successful candidate. How about that, between $50m to $75m for the winner to guard the reserves of the nation?

Singapore a fine and smart city

The govt is turning the city state into a wonderful, fine and smart city of the future. We are going to see all the space age technology being introduced to make life so convenient and so wonderful.  Everything will be at the finger tips, with the push of a button. You want to know when the next train or bus will arrive, whether it is full or empty or how many empty seats are available and at which corner, just push a button in your mobile phone or at any terminals provided at the station. Everything is so smart. The citizens can even park their brains at home and move around without thinking. All the thinking will be done by the computers they carry around or strapped to their bodies. All the buildings, homes, cars etc etc will be smart like hell too.

The catch, can you afford it? The $600.000 bill to transform the National Stadium from football mode to athletics mode is a case in point. The stadium is fabulous, state of the art architecture. It is available for use to the buyer who can afford its clever and useful facilities. This time is looks like the Athletes Association cannot afford it. So sad. How so? Doesn’t the association know that good things, quality things, don’t come cheap. You want style, you want cheap, cannot right.

This prohibitive fee by the National Stadium is going to be the new normal. Singaporeans must get use to live in a fine, smart and futuristic city with fantastic sci fi facilities. Just make sure you can afford it, like $100 taxi fare. How many people earn less than $100 a day?

When the light shuts out

Papa PME was a successful professional and about to retire quite comfortably. His only son, the darling of the family, had completed his A level and applying to get into a local university.  Unfortunately he did not get the course he wanted to do and went back to Papa PME with his disappointment. Papa told his son not to worry. Go apply to get into a reputable university overseas and pursue his dream and his favourite course.  After a successful lifelong career and with some decent savings, life was convenient and options were plenty when money was not an issue.

Son was successful in getting himself admitted into a reputable university in Australia. Everything ended up well as expected and it was time for a big celebration. All the kakis of Papa, all PMEs, were invited to a big send off party for Son on the eve of his departure to pursue his dream in Australia.

The next few years were all happy stories from Australia. Son reported his academic achievements year by year and was in the Dean’s List. And he graduated with a good honours degree. Papa was a very happy man. You could se pride oozing out from all his orifices.  He was the toast among his kakis when they met for a drink. Son was doing Papa proud and it was money well spent.

Son did so well and was offered to do his masters. Papa was again joyous with the good news and told Son money was no problem. Time passed so quickly and son was soon home with his gleaming masters’ degree. The whole world opened up to him. Another big party was thrown on his return. And Papa was the envy of all his kakis. In the party they were looking admiringly at this young man and offered all the advices they could for a wonderful career ahead. There were so many options with such a fine degree and a fine young man. Getting a good job was not a problem.  All the doors would be open to this Son of Papa PME.

After the mandatory one month of holiday to see the world, a reward from Papa PME for doing so well in his studies, Son came back and started to write his beautiful resume. He shared with Papa’s kakis in their drinking sessions of his aspiration and ambition. There was so much confidence in the young man and he was looking for a very bright and illustrious career ahead.

A few weeks passed. No news. A few months passed, all Son could get were a couple of interviews but no job offer. As the days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months, the smile and confidence on the face of the young man disappeared. He started to get worried. The kakis and Papa PME told him not to worry. There were many applicants and competition was tough but with his good degrees, a masters’ included, and from a reputable overseas Australian university, it was only a matter of time for him to land a job.

More than a year gone by. Son lost all his confidence and hope of landing a job. He suffered depression. He could not believe that he was not good enough to get a job with his good academic records.  He withdrew himself socially and hid in his room most of the day. Papa PME too stop joining the drinking sessions. He was so disillusioned, disheartened and feeling so ashamed that his son was still unemployed after more than a year from graduation. Papa turned into a recluse.

There was no one to talk to. It must be their faults. The son was not good enough, no good for employment. It was as if the light shut on them. All the hopes, promises, confidence and the dreams of a better life, of a successful young man were doomed. There was no more light. Someone snuffed it out for them.

More than $300k and 6 years of slogging in a reputable Australian university and Papa and Son could not believe they were all wasted. And Papa’s savings started to look perilous. He rented a room to a couple of young foreign talents. And they could not understand why they were so happy, and could get jobs so easily, earning more than $4,000 each. And better still, their degrees were from their 3^rd World universities, unknown, unrated.  Papa and Son were so ashamed to tell them that Son got a masters’s degree when the two tenants advised the Son to study hard to get a degree and to get a good job. Son ended up doing some temp job quietly for $20 a day.

PS. The story is genuine though with some dramatics to make it sound interesting. How many Singaporeans, how many papas and mamas, are disappointed after spending a fortune on their favourite children to get a good education only to find out it was a vain hope, a wasted effort?  And the poor child ended up in depression or a broken person, losing all faith and confidence in himself or herself? Does anyone care? Would our responsible and caring govt care? Do they know what is happening?

I was so depressed after hearing this story. I am so angry.

Johore’s Prince Charming passed away

Tunku Abdul jalil Ibni Sultan Ibrahim, the fourth child of the Sultan of Johore, passed away at the tender age of 25 due to cancer. Many turned out under heavy downpour to pay their last respect to this fine young man.

From the photo in the media, this a fine looking prince that befits the title Prince Charming.  And according to Hsien Loong, ‘Tunku Jalil was well loved for his compassion, his charitable work for the Johore community and the police and his passion for the environment and animals.’

And a twitter tweeted, ‘Johore certainly has just lost one of the most beautiful souls to exist.’ They will forever remember him in his prime, a handsome young prince.