Another Opportunity Slips By
Given another opportunity to establish itself as a country worthy of being taken seriously,
Singapore falls flat on its face yet again.
What a pathetic country. Peopled by greedy, self-serving arseholes.
And to think I was I was even considering buying an apartment in this anti-democratic, slave-driving shithole.
Get me out of here...
Ventured into Insomnia in Chjimes the other night, in the faintest hope that something like the buzz and excitement of Hong Kong could be found in this sister establishment of the Lan Kwai Fong club and the semi-pick-up joint Dusk-Til-Dawn in Wanchai.
How futile was that quest... My friend, an ex-Hong Kong person as well, and I almost burst into tears. It was THAT pathetic.
Ah blessed relief is in sight - the Hong Kong Rugby 7s is coming up. Flights are booked, ticket is secured, free accomodation has been wrangled.
To compare the Singapore 7s with the HK 7s is to compared the pseudo-Christ visage on a gnarled croissant* with the Messiah Triumphant of Revelations.
(* "Christ on a croissant" picks up 64,900 hits on Google but no decent images! OK, OK, it was Mother Theresa on a cinnamon bun, but you get my drift.)
HK R7s and Singapore R7s, seperated at birth? Not.
I know this ranting doesn't help, in fact it alienates me even more from most of my potential readers, but what can I do? I've already finished one bottle of wine... I have no self-control any more and my feelings on this maid issue run very high and have triggered my semi-annual anti-Singapore tirade...
Why don't I go home, you ask? Rest assured, I would if I could. If I had a home. Or a girlfriend. Or a friend. Or a decent golf-club membership. [It's OK I really do have friend(s). It's what we call 'rhetoric'. Or 'sarcasm'. E@L]
Well, maybe not go home, but certainly to Hong Kong, to somewhere more... alive. (Quote from somewhere recently: "If New York is the city that never sleeps, Hong Kong doesn't even blink!" Google it yourself, I couldn't be fucked.)
Besides I am being paid out of Japan, so none of your precious Singapore dollars are feeding me. I am not sucking you dry. I travel 60-70% of the time and when I am here (week-ends mostly) I ... fucking ... hate ... it.
It's not my fault. I am not making this shit up!
It is boring, it is sterile, it is mind-fuckingly dull. Dull, dull, deadly dull. I am only here under sufferage. And I suffer even more when I am here. (But obviously it's better than Tokyo!)
Particularly when I read about issue like the maids' failure to get a day off in today's paper and the pathetic bullshit excuses the Gahmen roll out. As if anyone believes them.
Singapore continues to be one of the laughing stocks of the free world. Which, by the way, it is not a member of. The free world holds MEANINGFUL elections. By definition. (Not counting G.W. Bush's first "election" of course... it goes without saying.)
Back to maids before I get trounced logically...
For those of you who are interested, and no-one is under any obligation to follow my lead, when The Mouse was working for me here in Singers, I paid her S$1,100 a month and she had every Sunday off. Same conditions and pay as she got when she was working for me in Hong Kong. I was getting about the same pay, why shouldn't she? You see, or most likely you don't; life is not about what you can get away with...
And if you say you can't afford that amount of money, the answer is easy. Don't have a maid. Do your own fucking dishes. Do your own fucking ironing. Wipe your own baby's shitty arse. Feed your own unloved Alzheimic grandmother.
Do you think I had a maid in Australia for 40 years? And is Australia still a 500% better country than Singapore even without such luxuries as slave labour? Too fucking right, cobber.
Except for the tax of course. Oops. Did I forget to mention the tax?
OTHER MONKEYS SAID
and another thing!!!(sorry rant ahead)....sometimes I also tell my sg colleagues how I used to be a "carer". That's English lefty marxist arse wipe for...wiping other peoples arses, or wiping the arses of people with something severely fucked up about their bodies. btw I didn't do it because I was a nice person, I did it because I needed the money. (strangely they liked the fact that I was a bit of a cunt and just there for the arse wiping and the money) The point is, those people actually needed my help so I didn't mind so much that the pay was crap, plus they were nice to me, I felt included in their lives. Sometimes it was fun.
I suppose what I am trying to say is that you either pay properly or you are nice to people. Indentured labourers here get neither. But then what can you expect from people who don't care that their gahmen have invested millions into Burma! Or maybe they are just too afraid to speak
I am bearing my arse on Grange rd again...fuck it...it's the Gurkas again in that landrover....pistol in arse....into the storm drain....I trained with your commanding officer btw.....off to oxley rd.....salam malaikum...wondered what had happenned to you chaps....could be worse lads, we could be in Cuba
I am so glad I don't work near Grange Rd.