Day two and now three of the most sensational kidnapping case in over a decade here fails to turn up the wee little detail doing the rounds of the street this end of Geylang. OK, a heavy hitter involved of course: Forbes No. 3 locally, weighing in at a cool five-one-five mil. Climbed from pig farming and suddenly blossoming with supermarkets to enter a much, much, muchos higher tier. Nice work. Big iron frame on the entry-gate at home didn't help cos the chaps pulled the mum off the street with a likely story. An alright sort the old dear it seems, giving everybody a Hello at the local food stalls. Pair of inept villains gay couple, according to the reliable Straits Times. Strange the sleuths at the offices didn't twig to the little ittzy-bittzy small tiny other tid-bit. The PM's relief wasn't a put-on. Noooo. In fact family had been involved. In a little figurative, if not literal tweet, the leader of the shocked nation commended the police for a "great job". In his F-book post: "Glad Madame Ng is safe and sound. Also glad that her son...alerted the police as soon it happened.”
No mention of the PM's younger brother fretting over his son's mother-in-law's ordeal. See, the PM's younger bro has a son; the tycoon, towkay in Chinese, a daughter. Neat marriage; fitting. Escaped the ken of the S.T. hounds, who got everything else into the story. Not relevant to the matter perhaps, even if true. Coincidence. Not necessarily a billionaires tight little circle. Can’t jump to conclusions.
Without a Parliamentary Register of Assets can it be known here the wealth of the pollies? Scurrilous rumours persist in the Malay end of town that Mr. Lee pere, the great statesman and benefactor of the nation, might be the richest man on the planet, never mind the little red dot hot spot. A fellow should not repeat such gutter talk, as one was reminded trapped within the elevator at the National Library at the present time. A photograph would capture it nicely, were this phobia less virulent in this KonicaFujiKodak heaven. Social Program warning against credence being given rumour; truth, verifiable truth was the golden prize; &etc. &etc. In the elevators of the Library, across the concourse by the escalators, over the walls on the 8th storey.
Can you tell fact from fantasy?
Learn to decipher the true story.
S.U.R.E. source. understand. research. evaluate…
A COOL STORY or a fool’s story?...
(Too many others to mention.)
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