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Why does Lee Wei Ling feud with Brothers and SIL?
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Just wait, we have not heard the end of it.
absolutely agree. one thing continues to puzzle me. i find it unbelievable there was no suicide note. from my mata experience, most would leave a note behind. my hunch is that they was one and they chose not to disclose.
hospital staff, from nurses to mortuary attendants were warned to remain silent.
LWL and LHL's first wife did not attend same medical school or were in the same department. First wife was interestingly in the same school and same year but different class with Francis Seow's girlfriend in KL. The latter was deported.
HC's first son and second son are not interested but they are working on the first like all ambitious parents by bringing the mountain to mohammed. The Jurong Innovation Hub is not Swee Kiat's idea. Both husband and wife are heavly courting the gods of Silicon Valley.
The one who has shown interest amongst the grandkids is LHY's son who is currently pusuing his PHD. His choice of PPE as his first degree is not by accident. He has also acquired as close as possible the oratory skills of his grandfather.
The family has a huge skeleton in their cupboard and the next generation is needed to guard this and prevent any form of revisionism. Their current and immediate challenge is keeping them in Singapore.
HC's first son and second son are not interested but they are working on the first like all ambitious parents by bringing the mountain to mohammed. The Jurong Innovation Hub is not Swee Kiat's idea. Both husband and wife are heavly courting the gods of Silicon Valley.
The one who has shown interest amongst the grandkids is LHY's son who is currently pusuing his PHD. His choice of PPE as his first degree is not by accident. He has also acquired as close as possible the oratory skills of his grandfather.
The family has a huge skeleton in their cupboard and the next generation is needed to guard this and prevent any form of revisionism. Their current and immediate challenge is keeping them in Singapore.
hahaha......the empty vesssels having their field days in this thread......
very surprised that the resident EV did not bring out Lao Lee's mistress and illegitimate son......
must be another bullshit story although he claimed that it was from a very reliable source.....
and there are idiots who believed the regular bullshits that he dished out....LOL.
very surprised that the resident EV did not bring out Lao Lee's mistress and illegitimate son......
must be another bullshit story although he claimed that it was from a very reliable source.....
and there are idiots who believed the regular bullshits that he dished out....LOL.
If scroobal is entertaining as a porn theatre, you are the wet slippery scum on the floor.....LOL.......LOL
Wahahaha ..... easily post of the week!
well said, limpeh up you
Why Dr Lee Wei Ling travelled to USA -- barely a month after Mr Lee Kuan Yew's funeral
Posted on 5 May 2015 | 71,821 views | 11 comments
Lee Wei Ling
The Straits Times
3 May 2015
My life changed on March 23 when Papa died at the age of 91. As he aged and his health failed in the five years prior to that, I took his welfare into account in every decision I made. His death was hardly unexpected; yet, Papa's passing affected me more than I had anticipated.
I had not travelled alone since 2009 after he asked me to accompany him on his working trips. After Mama died in October 2010, Papa's health deteriorated. So I restricted my travels abroad to the ones where I could accompany him as I was concerned about his fragile health.
Following Papa's funeral, I was not feeling up to a distant trip so soon. But friends encouraged me to attend a week-long meeting organised by the American Academy of Neurology in Washington DC, which began on April 18. After that, I would visit a close friend living in Ithaca, New York.
I was hesitant about the trip as I was spent. My muscles were stiff and my body ached. In fact, I remained this way until the day I left Singapore some two weeks later. I travelled in spite of my misgivings because I decided that I needed to prove to myself I was capable of being as daring and reckless as in the past when I travelled alone.
The journey lasted more than 24 hours. But amazingly, when I landed in Washington DC, I no longer felt stiff or sore and was not hobbled by jet lag either. So I checked into the hotel, washed up and changed into a pair of running shorts and T-shirt - and jogged to the meeting's venue at a convention centre to register and attend the lectures.
As lectures started at 6.30am from the second day, I decided to run instead of walk to the venue in order to save a few more minutes for sleep. I would also run back and forth from my hotel to the venue to attend the lectures.
By embarking on such shuttle runs three to four times daily, I clocked an average distance of at least 10km a day. What made these runs more challenging was that I had to cross busy streets and step up and down the sidewalks, often in the dark.
At the meeting, I tried to absorb and remember new information and concepts. The regimen I constructed kept my mind away from dwelling on the loss of Papa, except at night when I was trying to sleep. I was moderately cheerful during the day. Learning combined with exercise has always had an anti-depressant effect for me. So I felt as if I was 40 years old once more during the meeting.
After the conference, I travelled to Ithaca to stay with a close friend. She, too, had lost a loved one recently. I thought we could console each other.
My friend is four years older and I call her jie jie ("elder sister" in Mandarin); in fact, being motherly is a more accurate description of her behaviour towards me. And when she greeted me, I had an immediate and overwhelming sense of belonging.
My stay with jie jie was the downtime I needed. I occupied my time with routine - grocery shopping, gardening, twilight walks and drives to scenic sanctuaries. It was early spring in Ithaca, and life was returning after an apparently harsh winter. Daffodils and hyacinths were in full bloom, and the trees were starting to leaf out.
My friend remarked that the changing of the seasons seemed to reflect the cyclical nature of life and death. For me, it was reassuring just to have the sense of continuity, the familiarity of a beautiful Ithaca, and the comfort of an enduring friendship. While this was a welcome change of scene, it was hard not to turn my thoughts to Papa. But unlike the period of two weeks prior and two weeks after his death, thinking of him now evoked a dull ache that was replacing the sharp pain I felt previously.
I suspect this ache will always remain, but perhaps to a lesser degree as time passes.
In my article published a week after Papa's funeral, I wrote that I must now move on to face life without him. That was a declaration of hope rather than a statement of fact.
I will move on, I have to. But as a friend who had experienced the passing of his parents long ago recalled, that sense of loss and the ache will never completely disappear.
But today, the sun was out, and as I ran up my friend's driveway, the budding trees and flowers greeted me. We went for a walk at my favourite waterfall, Taughannock Falls, where I have asked my friend to scatter my ashes after I die. But for now, life is sweet.
My way of coping with my father's death is to be grateful that my parents lived happy lives. Old photographs of Mr and Mrs Lee Kuan Yew together, young and obviously in love, and more recent ones taken in their eighties and evincing mutual affection, remind me of what my father said when he saw me sorting through pictures of himself and my mother. "How lucky I have been," he remarked.
Yes, my parents were lucky until Mama's devastating stroke in 2008. Subsequently they suffered, as anyone who has lived for so long usually did in the last few years of their lives.
Still, 60 years of happiness surely outweigh a brief period of suffering. As I see it, my parents were fortunate to have been able to spend their final years in their marital home, a privilege rare among couples.
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Friend, there was a suicide note. But do you think Familee will reveal its existence or content. They probably burned it by now, or kept by Gay Loong. Her suicide note probably said what a bitch her MIL was for accusing her of having affair with angmo, and produced angmor baby. Or how balless her husband was for not defending her. She was probably suffering from post partum depression. The lee hum kar chan will never admit in a 1000 years she committed suicide. Never mind how implausable that is.
I am just curious.
If there was a suicide note, why was the note left with people that pushed her to suicide? Might as well don't write. Or maybe she was sabo-Ed( aka played out) by the one she trusted, be it the nurse, butler, etc?.
Should the note be sent to someone she knows will help her reveal the truth and vindicate her? She should know that giving birth to an albino will set tongues wagging about her.
I just watch Justice Bao (包请天）movies. Every sucked note, either was in hands of friendly forces, or contained secret codes for justice to unveil to help acquit the one being framed.
Her corneas were donated but not her kidneys as they were unacceptable. Why? Contaminated by sleeping pills?
"Following Papa's funeral, I was not feeling up to a distant trip so soon. But friends encouraged me to attend a week-long meeting organised by the American Academy of Neurology in Washington DC, which began on April 18. After that, I would visit a close friend living in Ithaca, New York..."
I was hesitant about the trip as I was spent. My muscles were stiff and my body ached. In fact, I remained this way until the day I left Singapore some two weeks later. I travelled in spite of my misgivings because I decided that I needed to prove to myself I was capable of being as daring and reckless as in the past when I travelled alone.
The journey lasted more than 24 hours. But amazingly, when I landed in Washington DC, I no longer felt stiff or sore and was not hobbled by jet lag either. So I checked into the hotel, washed up and changed into a pair of running shorts and T-shirt - and jogged to the meeting's venue at a convention centre to register and attend the lectures.
After the conference, I travelled to Ithaca to stay with a close friend. She, too, had lost a loved one recently. I thought we could console each other.
My friend is four years older and I call her jie jie ("elder sister" in Mandarin); in fact, being motherly is a more accurate description of her behaviour towards me. And when she greeted me, I had an immediate and overwhelming sense of belonging.
But today, the sun was out, and as I ran up my friend's driveway, the budding trees and flowers greeted me. We ( LWL Best of Friends ??? ) went for a walk at my favourite waterfall, Taughannock Falls, where I have asked my friend to scatter my ashes after I die. But for now, life is sweet.
she can register here:
http://www.heritagecremationprovider.com/cremation-services-costs/new-york/ithaca
and she has to read this as it applies to scattering of one's ashes in the state of new york....
Funerals USA attempts to be as legally accurate as possible to address concerns about scattering cremated human remains in the State of New York. The fact that memorialization isn’t a normal state matter (outside of State controlled parks and lands) makes it difficult to find an appropriate answer.
If your scattering ceremony is to be held within a city or town limits this suggests that city/town ordiance and bylaws should be consulted.
If your scattering ceremony is to be held outside of city or town limits then municipal or county ordiance and bylaws should be consulted.
That said, our standard response often applies — there are no "cremains police" in any state to ensure proper etiquette, permits, or permission are obtained and used. There are no health, safety or environmental issues to be concerned about. Your own moral compass/judgment can be equally right within the reasons of common sense.
Private Property
It’s a good practice to get the permission of the landowner to do anything on private land.
Controlled Public Lands
Most controlled lands such as public city parks have rules and regulations, and permits.
Uncontrolled Public Lands
When it comes to non-specific public land, (e.g. rural woodlands) don’t ask, don’t tell is as fitting advice as any. No laws say "yes" and no laws say "no.".
Be advised that cremated remains can be stark white, a little like aquarium gravel, and therefore rather conspicuous, not at all like the "ashes from a fireplace". You may wish to consider a shallow burial unless you’re scattering in water. It is also highly advisable to use roads (areas) less traveled for the scattering ceremony; cremation and/or scattering is offensive to many people and cultures.
As a guide, you should not scatter ashes within 100 yards of public roads or walks or public trails.
Within all the literary writings at all levels; federal, state, and local legislation – the only commonally agreed point of principle I have found is that the container which carries the remains must be disposed of separately – preferably is a waste receptacle.
The note was probably left for the husband. But do u think he will publicize it? They already positioned the death as a heart attack. The existence of the note will torpedo that from a heart attack to a suicide.
So, Lee Wei Ling has a good friend in Cornell University? Ithaca is the home of Cornell.
Kukubird is the sicko pervert man you see in the porno theatre down on all fours licking the sticky white cum from the floor.
The familee can never ever let go of the country. that is why they need to groom a 3rd generation. They have stolen so much, done so much corruption activities and have so much business interests and assets in the country, they cannot simply chance it to the next PM to look after their interests.Lets say the next PM is Tharm or Shan. They have the political power and all the keys of the kingdom. Very easy to help themselves to the Lee and Kwa assets. what is the Lees/Kwas' today is only theirs because its protected by Gay Loong while he is in office. When he leaves, there is no guarantee Tharm or whoever is the next PM will not start dismantling the Lee business empire for themselves.
something not right when this thread attracted 8 k viewers in 3 days
while the youtube video only 15k viewers hits. :(
