The flaccid joke about singaporeans having “no balls” and poking at their self-centredness have been repeated for as long as anyone remember, and ever since Lee Kuan yew had been wearing diapers.

Newyorker: yo dude! Mind telling me where the heck I am?

Punggoler: I don’t know.

Newyorker: How do I take the effin bus?

Punggoler: I don’t know.

Newyorker: Why you keep on saying I don’t know?

Punggoler: I don’t know.

It is not our fault that we are like that of course, because our opinions are not valued and we cannot voice out within our suppressed self. Unless we have the capability like Lee-Hong-Yi to report against the higher authorities and remain unscathed.

We thus heed the best advice from our mothers: Mind your own business (Doesn’t that remind you of selena Tan from I not stupid?)

We have then turned into nervous tics, masked with a fictitious get-up and lost under a huge bell jar. We have yet to harness the ability to “voice and swallow” and the authorities have not laid out the guidelines yet.

We are lost for words. Are we intervened because we need to be kept on the right track?

Hard tactics may counteract the temporal liberated disarray but are they effective in the long run? The purpose is to maintain social cohesion but it doesn’t seem like it anymore. Someone/somebody wants to hide the truth. It’s just not that facet anymore…….

I believe a hero will stand out, but he will pay a huge price.