Sunday, June 27, 2010

No Ma, it's not your fault.

Blame it on our genes. Too bad we cannot pick our parents. If we can, we may not be traumatised by a CABG (Coronary Artery Bypass Graft) due to blocked arteries [Link]

Having part of my heart muscles died on me followed by a ventricular fibrillation, I do appreciate the candour of Health Mintster Khaw Boon Wan in sharing his traumatic experience and showing off his hotbod to the public. I must say his almost perfect 'zipper' beats the stitches on the chests of my friends who had CABG before him.

I guess being a Health Mintster has its privileges and getting the best surgical team to cut one up and heal nicely would be a cinch. Just like one who is rich and powerful enough to charter a whole plane, convert it to a flying hospital and transport one's beloved wife from London to Singapore.

Lest I be accused of being malicious and callous and not being sympathetic and sensitive to a fellow cardiac patient, I wish everyone to know I'm just a bloke who went through a heart attack and ventricular defibrillation before and have accepted the fact that we deserve what we get. Karma or no karma, heaven or hell.

Having escaped the grim reaper and having the bonus of more than a decade of additional living years (which I'm most grateful for), I just wish Khaw to know that the great grandma of my granddaughter blamed herself for my heart attack. As she had and still has occasional angina, she felt responsible that my genes through her was the cause my heart attack. All I know is if she continued blaming herself, her own health would deteriorate. I'm glad I managed to convince her that my heart attack was no fault of hers.

Yes, it's convenient to blame someone else for the shituation that we are in. But to blame my mother and put her on a guilt trip for my heart attack would be just like
  • A mintster mental blaming us for being daft in not accepting his dumb reasons for enriching his greedy mintsters.

  • The arrogant "3 meals in in hawker centre, foodcourt or restaurant" mintster blaming us for being "small minded, unsportsmanlike and very, very selfish" for not supporting his silly idea of buying citizens from other country to buy instant sports honour and silverware for Singapore. What happens to the virtue of delayed gratification? Sorry, CBF is the word! It's cheaper, better and faster to buy than to train our own sportsmen and women.

  • The powerfully blameless blaming someone else for being complacent when Mas Selamat jalan (walked) and beautiful graffiti appeared on the MRT train.
No Sir, let's not blame others for our own screw ups. As much as I can blame my genes for my health challenges, I can also blame my lifestyle, my diet and the air that I breathe. Yes, it can also be the stress of not being totally at peace with oneself, of not doing right to oneself and to others. Especially with the power and riches (and conscience) that one has.

So who do I blame for my heart attack? I blame myself for being weak, for not being strong enough to handle the challenges. For all I know, my next personal health challenge may be due to my lack of sleep, watching FIFA World Cup through the night and writing silly article like this during the the break between the 10pm match of Holland vs Slovakia and the 2.30am match of Brazil vs Chile.

Everyday, I live a little, I die a little and until finally I'll be fed to the fish.

Peace y'all and enjoy the World Cup.


Friday, June 25, 2010

Sorry, it's my bloody fault.

All they do is just talk their way out of any situation. No matter how condescending, unreasonable or dumb they sound, as long as they are elites connected to the obnoxious power that is, they get away with it.

Some recent examples . . .

The Fixing of the Opposition - Town Council Management Report:
It happens. While trying to score some election winning (fixing) points to show how great they are in town management, they end up shooting their own foot by not being thorough in their self-serving bullshit. In pap smearing PAP, Grace Fu has done much in providing more entertainment than the French Soccer Team in South Africa. In so doing, she has hurt her credibility and inflicted more pain to PAP than 7-0 scoreline that *Maradona and his Argentinians did to the North Koreans. In her exchange with WP's Low Thia Khiang, she kept screwing herself, goal after own goal until she was put to silence, not being able to answer anymore to Low's query of fund allocation.

But Ms Fu countered yesterday that "Mr Low is using the TCMR to pursue his political objectives". [todayonline Link] Wow! Can you beat that? Who started the report anyway?

So the "Buying & Fixing" has begun. My friends in the Civil Service just enjoyed the mid-year half-month plus $300 Bonus. It's heartening to note that some said, "Haha, we can enjoy the bonus and still vote opposition." Is this why the PAP need to "fix opposition and buy votes" through new citizens? [Link]

Singapore's Security In Graffiti:
Since WKS was not responsible for Mas Selamat's magic carpet ride to Johor, definitely nobody with PAPower is accountable for the beautiful artwork created at the protected area of MRT train depot at Changi. While SMRT honcho Ms Saw Peck Hwa is the only one who regrets, I just love the finger pointing by the Law Minister doing his best in the classic art of Tai Chi and kicking the backside of Ms Saw while she's down. Or was the whole thing was another wayang? We'll never know.

So who is responsible for the security? SMRT? Temasek? Ministry of Finance? PAP Gahmen? All I know is the artistic perpetrator or perpetrators is responsible for the artwork while Mas Selamat Jalan is responsible for walking out. Where security of Singapore is concerned? Gosh, who knows! Of course, regardless of flood, terrorist escape, graffiti or anything that may go wrong in Singapore, daft Singaporeans must be responsible for being complacent. So decreed Dear Mentor after Mas Selamat Jalan (walked) to Johor. In other words, its my bloody fault. It's never theirs!

Well, I'm glad that at least someone here [Link] is holding those responsible responsible.

One in a Million . . . Once in 50 Years:
The Flood! at Orcahrd wasn't the deal. The foot-in-the-mouth response from the honcho of PUB and the Mintster of Environment was what took the cake! Can anyone believe that PUB was complimented for a job well done by Mintster Yacob for the creation of the flood and filth at Wendy's and the basement shops of Lucky Plaza! "The minister also said the response by PUB and other agencies has been commendable, as they did their best to help the businesses and people affected." [Link] Oops . . their job to help? I thought it was their job to prevent the flood.

I think Dear Leader of North Korea and President Sarkozy of France would have more bragging rights to compliment their World Cup Soccer teams. Yes, even President Silvio Berlusconi is dying to congratulate his Italian soccer team for the great feat of being whacked by Slovakia 3-2 kicking the World Champion of 2006 to the bottom of the group and out of the World Cup of 2010!

The quality of leadership, not unlike silverware in sports, if bought with money is never worth the value it's paid for. With all the highfalutin' crap like our womenfolk will end up as maids in other countries if our mintsters are not paid king's ransom; when surgeon harped about the loss of personal income to become a Bargain Mintster; I am truly amazed by the quality of leaders shown thus far. The latest awkward performances (and non-performance) of the band of self-serving politicians say it all. The obscene salary only serves the need of the greedy and makes a mockery of national service and nation building.

It is so sad that they just STFU or practice Tai Chi when leadership in action is urgently needed.

"The buck stops here." said Harry Truman. In Singapore, the buck simply get lost along the way. Hopefully forgotten, they hope.

Shit happens, let's move on :)


*Add on:
Ooops .... I've got it wrong. It's Portugal, not Argentina, who scored 7-0 against North Korea.
Thanks to Fievel for highlighting my mistake.
I'm sorry, it's my bloody fault. And I mean it.