They bragged, they threatened, and they conquered.
In the span of a month, WikiLeaks, a once-obscure community of busy-bodies dedicated to unearthing the most secretive of information for the public's consumption, made good on their threat to release on the web the biggest information leak in history.
The world woke up one morning to find hundreds of thousands of US military and diplomatic cables accessible with just a click away. Even as armies of analysts and journalists sieved through the pile for nuggets of gold - some entertaining, some shocking, most of them boring enough to warrant a yawn -, the damage was only just beginning.
Embarrassing revelations were revealed by many of the world's press, implicating hundreds of diplomats and officials (including Singapore) on thoughts that should stay private. It is not clear how these revelations could affect certain sensitive bilateral ties, but the coming months promise more leaks and more bad news.
And the world lapped it all up. While digesting press reports on the leaks, they also saw the world's superpower - led by its mighty Justice and State departments - doing almost everything they could to stop the leaks, and failing miserably at it.
It is almost amazing to see how a handful of geeks and self-proclaimed analysts can hold the US hostage to its actions, embarrass it dearly, and yet live to fight another day. The last time I checked, Wikileaks have shifted their domain to another server in the ongoing cat-and-mouse game with the authorities.
Sure, the Wikileak reports make for interesting meal-time discussions and before-bed-time laughs. But the deeper question remains: How is Wikileaks potentially benefitting the world by releasing all these cables? How is the average Joe's quality of life going to improve?
By putting the reputation (and even the lives) of thousands at risk, all in the name of the public's right to know, Wikileaks has exposed itself as an irresponsible mischief-maker, perhaps hungry only for the fame and fortune. Wikileaks founder Julian Assange just might get his million-dollar book deal but looking at the list of potential charges against him, he would have to write his book behind bars.
This whole episode however serves to highlight the disproportionate power that organisations or even individuals can have over whole governments. The web has also proven to be one of the cornerstones of asymmetric warfare in the 21st Century, and the potential for more mischief is almost unlimited.
But this is another stark reminder that Governments can't win all the time, and sometimes the best way out is to manage a defeat honourably.
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Sunday, December 12, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
There goes the 100-day mark
What is work to you?
When does the line cross between exercising a life-long calling and dragging your body through a 9-6 routine?
As the hours become days, the days become weeks, the weeks become months, and one can't help but wonder what will come at the end of the tunnel. What does one see beyond the paper shuffling, carrying out of orders from above, and enduring the punishing over-time schedule?
Mark Twain once joked that Man is a creature made at the end of the week's work when God was tired. God subjected Adam and Man to painful toil all the days of their lives as punishment for their intransigence. Man was not just a result of His work - we are made to work.
But work we must. No one said it was going to be easy. Nor will anyone hand you candy, hold your hands and sooth your ego with fine sugarcoating. Work can be intense and no one is going to apologise for that.
Above all, work is like living a faith. You have to find a reason to believe and hold on to it firmly. Beliefs may change, and life is a journey of finding the right set of beliefs that fit with our values, aspirations and dreams.
As an officer in the foreign service, I sometimes find myself fighting futile battles against the Great Wall of bureaucracy, and the armies of people looking to "cover" (protect) themselves on the job, sometimes at the expense of efficiency. Bureaucracies are a fixture in huge organisations, including the civil service, which is a necessary irritant to work with.
But these naggings aside, working on international relations is a whole new ball game beyond the theoretical models we used to explore as students, and the polished and simplified articles we read in the press. It is like being at a soccer match and watching the game from the start to finish. The audience gets to note every single foul committed by the players, the dirty tricks that players sometimes employ to get ahead, but also the little triumphs that makes soccer the phenomenal sport that it is. This definitely beats reading about the results from a news headline.
You get privy to the thoughts of the world's movers and shakers: Presidents, Ministers, politicians, diplomats, academics, and more. You become aware of the dynamics of competing and converging national interests, and the ruthlessness of realpolitik. You also become involved in the cumbersome but important process of drafting texts where the slightest misplacing of a comma can mean everything.
International relations used to be a distant blur of wars fought between diplomats and soldiers, and spoken in a language that may as well be Klingon to any of us. But now, I am more appreciative of how it affects the world, our national interests and our daily lives. Diplomacy is a world that never tires or sleeps. For every minute that we rest on our laurels, our foreign compatriots are probably working as hard, or even harder, to get ahead.
Take for instance the Doha Round negotiations in Geneva: The trade representatives to the World Trade Organisation engage in horse-trading and deal-making to protect their national interests. Sometimes, they have to work behind-the-scenes to gather allies and deter rivals. We work hard so that the food we put on the table will remain affordable, our companies can enter new markets without fear of their technology being stolen by competitors, and there are enough jobs to go around, among many knock-over effects of effective diplomacy.
The movies may glamourise diplomats as sipping champagne while rubbing shoulders with the world's elite and striking deals that will affect the world. WikiLeaks may remove the veil of secrecy over diplomacy and reveal the hilarious side of political reporting. Cast those impressions aside, diplomacy is about ensuring the continuity of our way of life and making our society a little better for you and me to live in, by ensuring that our interests are secure.
I guess I will be staying at where I am for some time: watching, learning, experimenting, making mistakes, but above all, holding on to a faith.
When does the line cross between exercising a life-long calling and dragging your body through a 9-6 routine?
As the hours become days, the days become weeks, the weeks become months, and one can't help but wonder what will come at the end of the tunnel. What does one see beyond the paper shuffling, carrying out of orders from above, and enduring the punishing over-time schedule?
Mark Twain once joked that Man is a creature made at the end of the week's work when God was tired. God subjected Adam and Man to painful toil all the days of their lives as punishment for their intransigence. Man was not just a result of His work - we are made to work.
But work we must. No one said it was going to be easy. Nor will anyone hand you candy, hold your hands and sooth your ego with fine sugarcoating. Work can be intense and no one is going to apologise for that.
Above all, work is like living a faith. You have to find a reason to believe and hold on to it firmly. Beliefs may change, and life is a journey of finding the right set of beliefs that fit with our values, aspirations and dreams.
As an officer in the foreign service, I sometimes find myself fighting futile battles against the Great Wall of bureaucracy, and the armies of people looking to "cover" (protect) themselves on the job, sometimes at the expense of efficiency. Bureaucracies are a fixture in huge organisations, including the civil service, which is a necessary irritant to work with.
But these naggings aside, working on international relations is a whole new ball game beyond the theoretical models we used to explore as students, and the polished and simplified articles we read in the press. It is like being at a soccer match and watching the game from the start to finish. The audience gets to note every single foul committed by the players, the dirty tricks that players sometimes employ to get ahead, but also the little triumphs that makes soccer the phenomenal sport that it is. This definitely beats reading about the results from a news headline.
You get privy to the thoughts of the world's movers and shakers: Presidents, Ministers, politicians, diplomats, academics, and more. You become aware of the dynamics of competing and converging national interests, and the ruthlessness of realpolitik. You also become involved in the cumbersome but important process of drafting texts where the slightest misplacing of a comma can mean everything.
International relations used to be a distant blur of wars fought between diplomats and soldiers, and spoken in a language that may as well be Klingon to any of us. But now, I am more appreciative of how it affects the world, our national interests and our daily lives. Diplomacy is a world that never tires or sleeps. For every minute that we rest on our laurels, our foreign compatriots are probably working as hard, or even harder, to get ahead.
Take for instance the Doha Round negotiations in Geneva: The trade representatives to the World Trade Organisation engage in horse-trading and deal-making to protect their national interests. Sometimes, they have to work behind-the-scenes to gather allies and deter rivals. We work hard so that the food we put on the table will remain affordable, our companies can enter new markets without fear of their technology being stolen by competitors, and there are enough jobs to go around, among many knock-over effects of effective diplomacy.
The movies may glamourise diplomats as sipping champagne while rubbing shoulders with the world's elite and striking deals that will affect the world. WikiLeaks may remove the veil of secrecy over diplomacy and reveal the hilarious side of political reporting. Cast those impressions aside, diplomacy is about ensuring the continuity of our way of life and making our society a little better for you and me to live in, by ensuring that our interests are secure.
I guess I will be staying at where I am for some time: watching, learning, experimenting, making mistakes, but above all, holding on to a faith.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
When we were continents apart
I let the thought sink in me during training today, letting it burn slowly like a smothering flame, fueled by memories of that portion of our conversation.
You were just sitting a foot away from me but in many ways, we were continents apart. Emotionally distant to the core, I felt the icy reception and your efforts to keep me out. I tried to enter but you wouldn't let me. What were you trying to prove to me?
I asked those questions, and said what I said because I care. I cared enough to want to understand you better and put some thought into what you said because what you say meant something to me.
But you simply didn't care and dismissed me. And it hurt.
Sometimes, I question why I should even bother. I could just simply walk away, blame myself for doing all those things that I did, and well, just walk our separate routes. But a true friend does not walk away, nor quits on the first whim of trouble. I may not be the best of your friends, but I try to be true. Unfortunately, it may not be enough for you.
I felt the Lord prompt me today: Live your life not on emotions, but on Me and My Word. My faith drives me forward and gives me the justification to do what I do.
I do not seek to change the way that you think, but I only hope to find some common ground and bridge that gap between us. It will certainly help if you can let me past that cold-hard exterior of yours. Foolish it may seem, I still believe that the strongest sunlight can melt the hardest ice-berg.
Meanwhile, I'm happy that you're happy and that is enough for me.
You were just sitting a foot away from me but in many ways, we were continents apart. Emotionally distant to the core, I felt the icy reception and your efforts to keep me out. I tried to enter but you wouldn't let me. What were you trying to prove to me?
I asked those questions, and said what I said because I care. I cared enough to want to understand you better and put some thought into what you said because what you say meant something to me.
But you simply didn't care and dismissed me. And it hurt.
Sometimes, I question why I should even bother. I could just simply walk away, blame myself for doing all those things that I did, and well, just walk our separate routes. But a true friend does not walk away, nor quits on the first whim of trouble. I may not be the best of your friends, but I try to be true. Unfortunately, it may not be enough for you.
I felt the Lord prompt me today: Live your life not on emotions, but on Me and My Word. My faith drives me forward and gives me the justification to do what I do.
I do not seek to change the way that you think, but I only hope to find some common ground and bridge that gap between us. It will certainly help if you can let me past that cold-hard exterior of yours. Foolish it may seem, I still believe that the strongest sunlight can melt the hardest ice-berg.
Meanwhile, I'm happy that you're happy and that is enough for me.
Monday, June 21, 2010
The Korean cold-war divide hits home
Watching the World Cup can sometimes take your temperature to a whole new level.
If you watch matches with a specific country crowd, you will know how much pride they have in their teams. Take the South Koreans for example. The Korean Association will book the Vgolf bar (at the entrance to Bras Basah station) for all Koreans for exclusive screening of all Korean matches in the World Cup.
Going for one of these screenings can be an unforgettable experience. Armed to the teeth with much fanfare and optimism with kids in tow, the Koreans (and their non-Korean supporters) will turn up in a sea of red and pack the bar to the brim. Sometimes, they also head to the nearby Irish Pub for some good old soccer action over a hearty glass of Budweiser.
I remember the fateful match against former champions Argentina. The Korean team fared bravely against the La Albiceleste who had better forwards, but the Korean audience was still extremely enthusiastic and supportive. They would sigh collectively whenever their team misses goals by a knife edge, clap whenever the defence or goalie successfully parries the much vaunted Argentinian bulldozer attack, and cheer whenever their mid-fields and forwards gets the initiative with the ball.
Photo from FIFA.com
Down by 2 goals at the 32nd minute, the Koreans were certainly not out. Then it happened in the 45th minute, when Lee Chung-Young took advantage of a dittering Martin Demichelis who was dwelling on the ball for too long, lunged from nowhere, and scored their first goal against the Argentinians. The whole crowd seemed to throw their hands into the air in unison with a collective, rumbling roar that rankled the bar and stunned the over-stressed beer ladies, some jumping and screaming with joy, others hugging in groups.
But above all, we were all cheering a common language: Korea hwaiting! hwaiting! hwaiting! (fighting, fighting, fighting). In that moment, it is almost impossible not to feel solidarity with the Koreans infused with a sense of asian pride and nationalism.
The Koreans went down 4-1 but the audience was still appreciative of their team. Win or lose, there was still pride in being Korean, and respect for playing on the grandest stage of all.
However, the North Korean match against Portugal was a different story. Despite being a prime-time Monday evening slot, the Vgolf bar was not screening the match (apparently, the Korean Association conspicuously failed to book the bar) and not a single Korean was in sight even before the match. A small group of Koreans strolled into the Irish Pub minutes into the match, and stayed silent as the North Koreans flopped against the on-form Portuguese who had a field day with 7 goals against nil.
Only the non-Koreans were cheering for the underdogs who braved the rain and slippery field to give Portugal a run for their money in the first half of the match. But gone were the red shirts, the Korean cheers, and more importantly, the support from their fellow Choson countrymen.
What happened? Did the South Koreans stay away because of the fallout from the sinking of the Cheonan warship? Or they just simply didn't care?
I was pretty convinced that North or South Korean, they will still cheer for each other, with a more affirmed recognition and pride of their solidarity as the Choson people. Guess I was wrong.
But nevertheless, I will still cheer for the Koreans, despite the cold-war divide.
If you watch matches with a specific country crowd, you will know how much pride they have in their teams. Take the South Koreans for example. The Korean Association will book the Vgolf bar (at the entrance to Bras Basah station) for all Koreans for exclusive screening of all Korean matches in the World Cup.
Going for one of these screenings can be an unforgettable experience. Armed to the teeth with much fanfare and optimism with kids in tow, the Koreans (and their non-Korean supporters) will turn up in a sea of red and pack the bar to the brim. Sometimes, they also head to the nearby Irish Pub for some good old soccer action over a hearty glass of Budweiser.
I remember the fateful match against former champions Argentina. The Korean team fared bravely against the La Albiceleste who had better forwards, but the Korean audience was still extremely enthusiastic and supportive. They would sigh collectively whenever their team misses goals by a knife edge, clap whenever the defence or goalie successfully parries the much vaunted Argentinian bulldozer attack, and cheer whenever their mid-fields and forwards gets the initiative with the ball.
Photo from FIFA.comBut above all, we were all cheering a common language: Korea hwaiting! hwaiting! hwaiting! (fighting, fighting, fighting). In that moment, it is almost impossible not to feel solidarity with the Koreans infused with a sense of asian pride and nationalism.
The Koreans went down 4-1 but the audience was still appreciative of their team. Win or lose, there was still pride in being Korean, and respect for playing on the grandest stage of all.
However, the North Korean match against Portugal was a different story. Despite being a prime-time Monday evening slot, the Vgolf bar was not screening the match (apparently, the Korean Association conspicuously failed to book the bar) and not a single Korean was in sight even before the match. A small group of Koreans strolled into the Irish Pub minutes into the match, and stayed silent as the North Koreans flopped against the on-form Portuguese who had a field day with 7 goals against nil.
Only the non-Koreans were cheering for the underdogs who braved the rain and slippery field to give Portugal a run for their money in the first half of the match. But gone were the red shirts, the Korean cheers, and more importantly, the support from their fellow Choson countrymen.
What happened? Did the South Koreans stay away because of the fallout from the sinking of the Cheonan warship? Or they just simply didn't care?
I was pretty convinced that North or South Korean, they will still cheer for each other, with a more affirmed recognition and pride of their solidarity as the Choson people. Guess I was wrong.
But nevertheless, I will still cheer for the Koreans, despite the cold-war divide.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Goodbye to freelance writing
It's official. My freelance writing career has come to an end.
No more contributions or short columns in the Straits Times: Youthink. No more set piece articles for the Business Times Campus Life.
The Government simply can't let one of its civil servants run amok and write to (or for) the media. And as an employee, I can't moonlight with a second career.
Writing has, in a way, been a form of rebellion for me. It has been about speaking up, challenging the status quo at times, or advocating a certain point of view, even if it is not the most popular. Disagreements can happen but in the best of scenarios, we all agree to disagree. The freedom to write is addictive but it comes with a price: exposed to public scrutiny, you have to stand by everything that you write, or risk your credibility.
But after more than four years, seeing fellow writers and editors come and go, and with more 40 pieces to my name, I still believe that I have so much room for improvement. Writing, while soothing and therapeutic, can also expose your shortcomings and vulnerabilities, fears and regrets, because writing demands a certain level of critical self-evaluation and frankness that many will shy from.
But it's not entirely over. Writers, as people, can evolve too.
This summer, I have a new vision: to visit at least three different countries a year, preferably on a backpacking trip, and write about these trips. There is aplenty to write about their history and culture, the wonderful people that you meet, the crazy things that you do, and the insights that you get.
I especially enjoy the flood of ideas and excitement whenever a new experience emerges, time slows down when all of my senses are activated, and I tell myself," Man, I'm so gonna write about this."
Alas, a lot of these "real, in-your-face" experiences will never be possible on a guided working trip which includes living in hotels and taken to sight-seeing places in an air conditioned bus. To fully experience life in another country, one has to trudge it out on foot, brave the traffic conditions, eat street food, and mingle with the man on the street. But as one grows older, that becomes less possible.
But till then, the dictum remains the same: the pen is certainly mightier than the sword, while words can be sharper than the finest blade, and louder than the biggest guns in the world.
No more contributions or short columns in the Straits Times: Youthink. No more set piece articles for the Business Times Campus Life.
The Government simply can't let one of its civil servants run amok and write to (or for) the media. And as an employee, I can't moonlight with a second career.
Writing has, in a way, been a form of rebellion for me. It has been about speaking up, challenging the status quo at times, or advocating a certain point of view, even if it is not the most popular. Disagreements can happen but in the best of scenarios, we all agree to disagree. The freedom to write is addictive but it comes with a price: exposed to public scrutiny, you have to stand by everything that you write, or risk your credibility.
But after more than four years, seeing fellow writers and editors come and go, and with more 40 pieces to my name, I still believe that I have so much room for improvement. Writing, while soothing and therapeutic, can also expose your shortcomings and vulnerabilities, fears and regrets, because writing demands a certain level of critical self-evaluation and frankness that many will shy from.
But it's not entirely over. Writers, as people, can evolve too.
This summer, I have a new vision: to visit at least three different countries a year, preferably on a backpacking trip, and write about these trips. There is aplenty to write about their history and culture, the wonderful people that you meet, the crazy things that you do, and the insights that you get.
I especially enjoy the flood of ideas and excitement whenever a new experience emerges, time slows down when all of my senses are activated, and I tell myself," Man, I'm so gonna write about this."
Alas, a lot of these "real, in-your-face" experiences will never be possible on a guided working trip which includes living in hotels and taken to sight-seeing places in an air conditioned bus. To fully experience life in another country, one has to trudge it out on foot, brave the traffic conditions, eat street food, and mingle with the man on the street. But as one grows older, that becomes less possible.
But till then, the dictum remains the same: the pen is certainly mightier than the sword, while words can be sharper than the finest blade, and louder than the biggest guns in the world.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Finishing the marathon after 4 loonngggggg years
"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven", - Ecclesiastes 3:1
It's that time of the year when the Government releases its revised forecast for the year's economic growth, more babies are born (yes, many more April and May babies out there), the stream of campus crowd whirls down to a trickle, it's harder to get flight tickets for that summer holiday, and yes, people graduate.
I never thought I will ever write this post four years ago. Fresh out of summer orientation camp, there was me, part of an army of blur, beady-eyed freshmen sighing about the prospects of intense class participation in our first day of class in 2006, and looking lost amidst the sea of equally-lost freshmen. Back then, graduation seemed like an eternity away.
Now, convocation seemed like yesterday.
4 years of group projects, term papers, presentations and examinations has now given way to: many, many more years of group projects, term papers, presentations and examinations, especially for folks like me joining the Civil Service.
Graduation is more akin to finishing a marathon than getting the top poles in a race. In a 21 or 42-km marathon, no one gives a damn about the winner, or remembers his\her name 1 year down the road. But everyone remembers the sweat, the breathlessness, the little triumphs we get when we edge a little closer towards the finish line, the sight of hundreds of runners running alongside you on the same journey, and sometimes the pain when your ankles give way.
Here are some 10 take-aways that I want to impart to you, my dear reader. If you have already graduated, kudos to you and I hope you relive a glimpse of your student life amidst these words. If you haven't graduated, I hope you will find some strength or inspiration from here.
1. Making $1 million & cooking Naples-style spaghetti
Not satisfied with what you're learning in class? Get out and choose from the countless seminars, workshops and conferences in school or beyond that caters to almost every whim and fancy. Every semester, there are entrepreneurs, academics, activists, journalists, bureaucrats and others speaking on topics ranging from making $1 million before the age of 28 to cooking Naples-style spaghetti. Be inspired, and inspire others.
2. The limits of a 5-year old online portal
Don't complain about the school not providing enough internship opportunities for you. I've come to realise how students have become so reliant on OnTrac. The last thing that you want to limit your future with is a 5-year old online portal manned by 4 blokes. There are literally hundreds of companies and organisations that you can apply directly with that is sure to be aligned with your interests. Take some initiative and do your own research. Write in YOURSELF.
3. A smile a day may bring a favour your way
Be nice to all the staff, even the security guards and cleaners. Put yourself in their shoes. They have a job to do, so don't get in their way by making unreasonable demands, or not cooperating with them. Be nasty to them and you make their job even worse. Be nice to them and you bring a cheer to their day, even a favour that will be paid back when you need their help again (and you will, trust me).
4. Some of the best friends I made...
Are the ones I met through joining student clubs. Yes, one of the best ways to make friends is to join a student club. Sink your roots in and commit to a few good years. You will be surprised with what you learn, the number of people you meet along the way, and even meet your future beau. Don't join a club just for your resume. People can tell if you're genuine or if you're there for selfish reasons.
5. For taking that solo stroll
If you ever need a quiet place to read (not the library), chill or just walk to get inspiration, try the Singapore Art Museum with its cafes and galleries, the Esplanade and its windy roof-top, the National Museum with its lovely Novus bar, the Fort Canning Park with its mini-maze of flora and fauna, or even our very own Wellness Centre with its massage chairs and dim lights. Plus there are about a hundred more places that you can go to (Buzz me if you need more information).
6. The world is a book & those who do not travel read only a page
To get something akin to changing your perspective of life, go overseas for an exchange, internship, or even a prolonged CIP. Regardless of where you go to, the key is get yourself away from the hustle and bustle of Singapore, immerse yourself in a foreign culture (no, playing beer pong with the Irish does NOT count), witness how their people live and work, and put yourself in their shoes. Limit yourself to Singapore and your mindset will always be limited at that.
7. Of bad emails & worse excuses
I'm always bemused by how many students clubs can be so unprofessional, given the string of horror incidents such as emails being addressed to the wrong CEOs (sometimes they get the gender wrong too), with multiple typos, and a whole lot of other stuff that can get you fired in the corporate world. There is no excuse for not getting your facts right when it's within your locus of control. Always think about how others will perceive your club's name. Treat others professionally and you will be given the due respect too.
8. It's not just about watching the time, dear
Effective time management is not just about cramming as many tasks and responsibilities into your 24 hours a day. It's also about keeping to your word, committing to your goals, and doing what you say you will do. If you find yourself apologising once too often for late work (or late replies..."Eh guys, sorry for the late reply \ sorry for sending this in late") and broken promises, perhaps it's time to stop apologising and do a revamp of your time management plan.
9. Quit the verbal diarrhea
Let's face it: we all like to complain about our long days, workload, lousy food, and other issues unfortunate to be the target of our verbal diarrhea. We take a certain pleasure to hitting back at "the system" (because it's so darn cool to be a rebel) and making ourselves the anti-hero or the victim in the story. But let's ask ourselves: when are we ever going to be satisfied with our lives? Being a responsible student is more than just putting in the hours in the library. It's about being a part of the school community, giving feedback to people who are in the position to make changes, or getting your peers together to make some REAL change. Don't just sit on your asses all day and complain (I call that "potshot sniping").
10. YOU can be the source of change
I've always found it more exciting to talk to people who are passionate about a cause: whether it's about improving student welfare, helping the less fortunate, or even pushing to set up a mahjong club despite repeated rejections from the administration. As Bill Gates said it at a Harvard Commencement, one of the greatest experiences one can ever have in life is to be an activist of sorts to take on the big inequities in our community and the world. Rather than just being mere robots without a soul or conviction about an issue, why not make a stand and see how you can be that source of change?
It's that time of the year when the Government releases its revised forecast for the year's economic growth, more babies are born (yes, many more April and May babies out there), the stream of campus crowd whirls down to a trickle, it's harder to get flight tickets for that summer holiday, and yes, people graduate.
I never thought I will ever write this post four years ago. Fresh out of summer orientation camp, there was me, part of an army of blur, beady-eyed freshmen sighing about the prospects of intense class participation in our first day of class in 2006, and looking lost amidst the sea of equally-lost freshmen. Back then, graduation seemed like an eternity away.
Now, convocation seemed like yesterday.
4 years of group projects, term papers, presentations and examinations has now given way to: many, many more years of group projects, term papers, presentations and examinations, especially for folks like me joining the Civil Service.
Graduation is more akin to finishing a marathon than getting the top poles in a race. In a 21 or 42-km marathon, no one gives a damn about the winner, or remembers his\her name 1 year down the road. But everyone remembers the sweat, the breathlessness, the little triumphs we get when we edge a little closer towards the finish line, the sight of hundreds of runners running alongside you on the same journey, and sometimes the pain when your ankles give way.
Here are some 10 take-aways that I want to impart to you, my dear reader. If you have already graduated, kudos to you and I hope you relive a glimpse of your student life amidst these words. If you haven't graduated, I hope you will find some strength or inspiration from here.
1. Making $1 million & cooking Naples-style spaghetti
Not satisfied with what you're learning in class? Get out and choose from the countless seminars, workshops and conferences in school or beyond that caters to almost every whim and fancy. Every semester, there are entrepreneurs, academics, activists, journalists, bureaucrats and others speaking on topics ranging from making $1 million before the age of 28 to cooking Naples-style spaghetti. Be inspired, and inspire others.
2. The limits of a 5-year old online portal
Don't complain about the school not providing enough internship opportunities for you. I've come to realise how students have become so reliant on OnTrac. The last thing that you want to limit your future with is a 5-year old online portal manned by 4 blokes. There are literally hundreds of companies and organisations that you can apply directly with that is sure to be aligned with your interests. Take some initiative and do your own research. Write in YOURSELF.
3. A smile a day may bring a favour your way
Be nice to all the staff, even the security guards and cleaners. Put yourself in their shoes. They have a job to do, so don't get in their way by making unreasonable demands, or not cooperating with them. Be nasty to them and you make their job even worse. Be nice to them and you bring a cheer to their day, even a favour that will be paid back when you need their help again (and you will, trust me).
4. Some of the best friends I made...
Are the ones I met through joining student clubs. Yes, one of the best ways to make friends is to join a student club. Sink your roots in and commit to a few good years. You will be surprised with what you learn, the number of people you meet along the way, and even meet your future beau. Don't join a club just for your resume. People can tell if you're genuine or if you're there for selfish reasons.
5. For taking that solo stroll
If you ever need a quiet place to read (not the library), chill or just walk to get inspiration, try the Singapore Art Museum with its cafes and galleries, the Esplanade and its windy roof-top, the National Museum with its lovely Novus bar, the Fort Canning Park with its mini-maze of flora and fauna, or even our very own Wellness Centre with its massage chairs and dim lights. Plus there are about a hundred more places that you can go to (Buzz me if you need more information).
6. The world is a book & those who do not travel read only a page
To get something akin to changing your perspective of life, go overseas for an exchange, internship, or even a prolonged CIP. Regardless of where you go to, the key is get yourself away from the hustle and bustle of Singapore, immerse yourself in a foreign culture (no, playing beer pong with the Irish does NOT count), witness how their people live and work, and put yourself in their shoes. Limit yourself to Singapore and your mindset will always be limited at that.
7. Of bad emails & worse excuses
I'm always bemused by how many students clubs can be so unprofessional, given the string of horror incidents such as emails being addressed to the wrong CEOs (sometimes they get the gender wrong too), with multiple typos, and a whole lot of other stuff that can get you fired in the corporate world. There is no excuse for not getting your facts right when it's within your locus of control. Always think about how others will perceive your club's name. Treat others professionally and you will be given the due respect too.
8. It's not just about watching the time, dear
Effective time management is not just about cramming as many tasks and responsibilities into your 24 hours a day. It's also about keeping to your word, committing to your goals, and doing what you say you will do. If you find yourself apologising once too often for late work (or late replies..."Eh guys, sorry for the late reply \ sorry for sending this in late") and broken promises, perhaps it's time to stop apologising and do a revamp of your time management plan.
9. Quit the verbal diarrhea
Let's face it: we all like to complain about our long days, workload, lousy food, and other issues unfortunate to be the target of our verbal diarrhea. We take a certain pleasure to hitting back at "the system" (because it's so darn cool to be a rebel) and making ourselves the anti-hero or the victim in the story. But let's ask ourselves: when are we ever going to be satisfied with our lives? Being a responsible student is more than just putting in the hours in the library. It's about being a part of the school community, giving feedback to people who are in the position to make changes, or getting your peers together to make some REAL change. Don't just sit on your asses all day and complain (I call that "potshot sniping").
10. YOU can be the source of change
I've always found it more exciting to talk to people who are passionate about a cause: whether it's about improving student welfare, helping the less fortunate, or even pushing to set up a mahjong club despite repeated rejections from the administration. As Bill Gates said it at a Harvard Commencement, one of the greatest experiences one can ever have in life is to be an activist of sorts to take on the big inequities in our community and the world. Rather than just being mere robots without a soul or conviction about an issue, why not make a stand and see how you can be that source of change?
Thursday, March 4, 2010
What will your reward be?
One day a fisherman was lying on a beautiful beach, with his fishing pole propped up in the sand and his solitary line cast out into the sparkling blue surf. He was enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun and the prospect of catching a fish.
About that time, a businessman came walking down the beach, trying to relieve some of the stress of his workday. He noticed the fisherman sitting on the beach and decided to find out why this fisherman was fishing instead of working harder to make a living for himself and his family. "You aren't going to catch many fish that way," said the businessman to the fisherman. "You should be working rather than lying on the beach!"
The fisherman looked up at the businessman, smiled and replied, "And what will my reward be?" "Well, you can get bigger nets and catch more fish!" was the businessman's answer. "And then what will my reward be?" asked the fisherman, still smiling. The businessman replied, "You will make money and you'll be able to buy a boat, which will then result in larger catches of fish!" "And then what will my reward be?" asked the fisherman again. The businessman was beginning to get a little irritated with the fisherman's questions. "You can buy a bigger boat, and hire some people to work for you!" he said.
"And then what will my reward be?" repeated the fisherman. The businessman was getting angry. "Don't you understand? You can build up a fleet of fishing boats, sail all over the world, and let all your employees catch fish for you!" Once again the fisherman asked, "And then what will my reward be?" The businessman was red with rage and shouted at the fisherman, "Don't you understand that you can become so rich that you will never have to work for your living again! You can spend all the rest of your days sitting on this beach, looking at the sunset. You won't have a care in the world!"
The fisherman, still smiling, looked up and said, "And what do you think I'm doing right now?"
About that time, a businessman came walking down the beach, trying to relieve some of the stress of his workday. He noticed the fisherman sitting on the beach and decided to find out why this fisherman was fishing instead of working harder to make a living for himself and his family. "You aren't going to catch many fish that way," said the businessman to the fisherman. "You should be working rather than lying on the beach!"
The fisherman looked up at the businessman, smiled and replied, "And what will my reward be?" "Well, you can get bigger nets and catch more fish!" was the businessman's answer. "And then what will my reward be?" asked the fisherman, still smiling. The businessman replied, "You will make money and you'll be able to buy a boat, which will then result in larger catches of fish!" "And then what will my reward be?" asked the fisherman again. The businessman was beginning to get a little irritated with the fisherman's questions. "You can buy a bigger boat, and hire some people to work for you!" he said.
"And then what will my reward be?" repeated the fisherman. The businessman was getting angry. "Don't you understand? You can build up a fleet of fishing boats, sail all over the world, and let all your employees catch fish for you!" Once again the fisherman asked, "And then what will my reward be?" The businessman was red with rage and shouted at the fisherman, "Don't you understand that you can become so rich that you will never have to work for your living again! You can spend all the rest of your days sitting on this beach, looking at the sunset. You won't have a care in the world!"
The fisherman, still smiling, looked up and said, "And what do you think I'm doing right now?"
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
A language crisis or something else?
House-visiting at my relatives during Chinese New Year can yield a harvest (i.e. ang paos and goodies) and also timely insights.
I am increasingly frustrated at my inability to communicate effectively with my Mandarin and dialect-speaking relatives (mainly the older folks from my Mum's side). Yes, some of my younger cousins can converse in English but prefer to speak in Mandarin, having been raised in a Chinese-speaking family environment.
It can't be a matter of language or some generational gap too as my cousin nicely pointed out today that my command of Mandarin is fine (which I strongly disagree) while I have no issues conversing with my English-speaking older relatives.
Methinks it is something else.
Having been raised in an upper middle-class family, taught in an almost exclusively all-English environment at home (although I speak to my Mum in a mixture of English and Mandarin) and school (minus the Mandarin classes), and exposed to ideas and principles like any member of the Western-educated intelligentsia (a general labeling that includes university students in Singapore) are, I feel continents apart from some of my folks.
There seems to be a chasm of thinking that divides the English and Chinese-speaking population, one based on family values and different language backgrounds that determine the type of literature one is exposed to, thereby shaping one's view of life and the world.
But the truth is that Mandarin is still the dominant language of the heartlands (which constitutes the majority of Chinese Singaporeans) while English, which is the language of government, business and education, constitutes only a minority of the population.
Having been trained almost exclusively in the latter, I believe I speak for most English-speaking Singaporeans who may feel this sense of alienation from the majority of the Chinese population who speak primarily Mandarin and dialects.
We are always so fixated about divisions along racial, religious and class lines. How about examining the divisions created by the family-language backgrounds that we all hail from?
I am increasingly frustrated at my inability to communicate effectively with my Mandarin and dialect-speaking relatives (mainly the older folks from my Mum's side). Yes, some of my younger cousins can converse in English but prefer to speak in Mandarin, having been raised in a Chinese-speaking family environment.
It can't be a matter of language or some generational gap too as my cousin nicely pointed out today that my command of Mandarin is fine (which I strongly disagree) while I have no issues conversing with my English-speaking older relatives.
Methinks it is something else.
Having been raised in an upper middle-class family, taught in an almost exclusively all-English environment at home (although I speak to my Mum in a mixture of English and Mandarin) and school (minus the Mandarin classes), and exposed to ideas and principles like any member of the Western-educated intelligentsia (a general labeling that includes university students in Singapore) are, I feel continents apart from some of my folks.
There seems to be a chasm of thinking that divides the English and Chinese-speaking population, one based on family values and different language backgrounds that determine the type of literature one is exposed to, thereby shaping one's view of life and the world.
But the truth is that Mandarin is still the dominant language of the heartlands (which constitutes the majority of Chinese Singaporeans) while English, which is the language of government, business and education, constitutes only a minority of the population.
Having been trained almost exclusively in the latter, I believe I speak for most English-speaking Singaporeans who may feel this sense of alienation from the majority of the Chinese population who speak primarily Mandarin and dialects.
We are always so fixated about divisions along racial, religious and class lines. How about examining the divisions created by the family-language backgrounds that we all hail from?
Saturday, February 13, 2010
The truth has been set free
My Mum is truly the epitome of strength and resilience.
For four years, she harboured the truth behind her wanting to separate from my Dad.
As a result, she could not sleep properly, even when she moved out of the family home. Not always a good communicator, she did not share her burden with us but chose to let her actions do the talking: working hard running her own business and silently caring for her children by protecting the family assets for our future.
All the while, the truth cried to be set free but as a woman, she chose to suppress it for the good of the family.
This week, the truth finally surfaced. It came as a shock but we realised how crucial it was to move on. To simply linger in the past and point the blame finger is destructive and pointless. As a family, we have had enough of the quarrels and umpteen family meetings to mediate in disputes between both of them. We had to move to a space where new possibilities can be created.
As the saying goes, to win in life, sometimes one has to lose some. None of us asked for this to happen, but you can't have everything in life. You have to adapt and make the best of the situation.
My parents have decided to officially go their separate ways with no more claims against each other. It is for the better. Now, my Mum is happier and there seems to be this great and invisible burden lifted off everyone's chest.
Now it's time to rebuild the family again with faith, hope and love.
For four years, she harboured the truth behind her wanting to separate from my Dad.
As a result, she could not sleep properly, even when she moved out of the family home. Not always a good communicator, she did not share her burden with us but chose to let her actions do the talking: working hard running her own business and silently caring for her children by protecting the family assets for our future.
All the while, the truth cried to be set free but as a woman, she chose to suppress it for the good of the family.
This week, the truth finally surfaced. It came as a shock but we realised how crucial it was to move on. To simply linger in the past and point the blame finger is destructive and pointless. As a family, we have had enough of the quarrels and umpteen family meetings to mediate in disputes between both of them. We had to move to a space where new possibilities can be created.
As the saying goes, to win in life, sometimes one has to lose some. None of us asked for this to happen, but you can't have everything in life. You have to adapt and make the best of the situation.
My parents have decided to officially go their separate ways with no more claims against each other. It is for the better. Now, my Mum is happier and there seems to be this great and invisible burden lifted off everyone's chest.
Now it's time to rebuild the family again with faith, hope and love.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
It's great to have your own personal space!
As a student slowly making the transition to a full-time corporate life in my final semester, I have finally understood the importance of having one's own personal space.
When we are young, we always tell ourselves that it's alright to sacrifice this and that for our career, our studies, or professional pursuits. Sometimes, family time and personal space takes a back seat in that quest for the golden gauntlet.
But the chase for the golden gauntlet will never stop, not even when we are much older and will inevitably take up more responsibilities as we move up the corporate ladder. There will always be 101 things worthy of our attention and immediate remedy.
Having one's own personal space to pursue individual hobbies or interests is as crucial as taking care of our own health. Before we can be of value to others, we first have to take care of ourselves.
I have decided to put aside some personal time for myself: church service on Saturday evenings and cycling at ECP on Sunday afternoons, followed by a swim in the sea or frolicking on the beach with a good book under the hot sun. This really gives me the space to unwind and reflect.
Now, I feel so much more cheerful, measured and healthier, yet handling a heavier amount of workload compared to last semester.
When we are young, we always tell ourselves that it's alright to sacrifice this and that for our career, our studies, or professional pursuits. Sometimes, family time and personal space takes a back seat in that quest for the golden gauntlet.
But the chase for the golden gauntlet will never stop, not even when we are much older and will inevitably take up more responsibilities as we move up the corporate ladder. There will always be 101 things worthy of our attention and immediate remedy.
Having one's own personal space to pursue individual hobbies or interests is as crucial as taking care of our own health. Before we can be of value to others, we first have to take care of ourselves.
I have decided to put aside some personal time for myself: church service on Saturday evenings and cycling at ECP on Sunday afternoons, followed by a swim in the sea or frolicking on the beach with a good book under the hot sun. This really gives me the space to unwind and reflect.
Now, I feel so much more cheerful, measured and healthier, yet handling a heavier amount of workload compared to last semester.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Got this off a friend's note: Wonderful read for some soul-searching...
I am sick of my spoiled generation. I'm convinced that I'm born into a generation of proud, obnoxious, brats who think that everyone else owes them a living. It's just something about having lived in a generation of abundance and prosperity that seems to have spoiled the good down-to-earth values of the human race and turned us into a sour batch of people who just leave a sick taste in the mouth.
"Why do you think so?" you ask?
Let's tackle this problem one step at a time.
First, was the general comments and observations I've had of so many people here in Singapore - also the same group who have even endearingly been dubbed "champion complainers" by LKY. People here - especially those in the age-range of my generation - complain about ANYTHING. Seriously, people should be installed with some sort of complain-quota. I mean, it really annoys me.
Why it annoys me? Because it's proud. Pretty much any form of complaining is basically saying, "I don't deserve this." i.e. "I know better what I deserve." and ""I deserve better."
Just a couple of months ago, I asked someone about his attitude to work - which was simply sloppy and irresponsible - and was so shocked to his explanation that his pay didn't justify a better work attitude. What the-?! What kind of mindset is that?! When the heck did salary become the independent variable?! Money is a reward, and you are rewarded how you well you work. A man reaps what he sows. You shouldn't be working any less diligently because you're growing peas instead of rice. That's dumb. If you've been blessed with the seeds to grow peas, grow them well. Then, and only then, when your boss has seen your attitude in the small things, he will later give you a gift to care for the big things.
Complaining pisses me off. It's inefficient and affects you (and serves to plant you in the very place you don't want to be in, according to the self-fulfilling prophecy), and it affects others around you as well. You BECOME a problem, as well as a problem-creator. Don't do it. Don't be a part of the problem. Be part of the solution.
But I'm not done with this rant.
I'm upset with this spoiled generation because they don't care for people any more than for themselves. They put themselves first, disregarding the feelings of others.
And here is where I draw upon an anecdote of a lunch at my workplace with the some interns. So, I work in a food manufacturing company where we have lunch together. It's a humble place and lunch is cooked on roster by the aunties at the factory. In short, food was prepared for them, they came down, decided that it wasn't good enough for them, and decided not to eat, leaving all that food to waste. What the..?! Sure, the food where we work isn't exactly MacDonalds. And yeah, maybe the rice might be a bit hard at times, and we might be limited by the ingredients we have on some days.... But don't they know that the food was cooked by someone who thought for them? Someone who made time and effort to cook for them? Don't they know that everyone else ate less that day so that they would have enough to eat?! I don't know why I even allowed them not to eat! The auntie who cooked that day was so hurt. I was so embarrassed by their attitude I had to explain to her that it wasn't her cooking and it was just a flaw in my generation. :(
A couple of months ago, I read a sociological article about the change in mindset of the societal roles and responsibilities of parents and children and was so saddened by the findings. The finding of the research was basically that parents were now working harder and later into life as they take on heavier burdens of putting their children through higher education and moving into "Altruistic parenting" which meant that they no longer expected their children to give back to the family as soon as their children were ready to work ("ready to work" which used to be defined as physically able to get out and get a job). Alright, the increased burden on the parents I can accept. Thing is, on the flipside, the children, instead of becoming more grateful to the greater sacrifices of their parents, have seemed to devolve into a generation of...leeches. My generation is a generation that EXPECTS their parents to support them through school. They EXPECT their parents to provide for them until "they're ready" (now defined by some psycho-emotional decision of the children). And worse, they DON'T see themselves as responsible for their parents when their parents are in their old age - they expect THE GOVERNMENT to do that! When their parents are ill or old they expect someone else to care for them! And if they don't get their way, and find their parents too much of a bother, they just abandon them!
What the heck is wrong with my generation? My sick, ungrateful, generation.
It pisses me off. It pisses me off that I have grown up in a generation of kids that have been so pampered by their parents who have worked their butts off to pay for all sorts of tuition and classes for their kids, and have their kids instead complain about some ridiculous thing like how their parents are not giving them enough money for...LIFESTYLE. It pisses me off that I've grown up in a generation where parents sacrifice their time and sleep to chauffeur their children around and still have them reliant up till they're...goodness how old (apparently I've heard of a 30 plus year old still being driven around by her dad). 0_o
I'm stick of this generation that thinks that everyone owes them a living and that work is easy and they SHOULD get be treated well when they haven't even proven their worth. And to this, I have so many anecdotes this past winter that I hesitate starting on them for fear that I won't be able to stop.
And here is where I insert a fragment of "work" I picked up whilst cleaning up after my interns:
Tracks that seriously were not pleasant to have discovered. I'm even afraid to ask for an explanation because I rather the benefit of the doubt.
I was going to send them a debrief email before I found this. I haven't sent the email yet, but I've been considering ending the mail with, "Btw, if you want to skive, it's technically not right to do it even if your boss doesn't find out, cause' it's dishonest. But if you do, at least don't leave tracks, because it's just not very clever."
Okay, this is where I'm stopping with the anecdotes because I can feel that I'm about to go into b****ing mode which I also don't agree with. It was wrong, they should have known it, so I'm not going to delve further into that.
But seriously, This is not just a spoiled generation, this is also an ignorant generation.
A weak, ignorant generation.
This is a generation that complains about food, about having to take public transportation, about...all sorts of things that falls short of their expectations in life. And worse, expects people around them to pay for that shortfall. Does this generation not know the blessings that they have? Do they not know that there are families - SO MANY of them - that struggle every day for a single bowl of rice? Do they not know that there are people out there in the world who toil in the fields for a meager pay and that these are the people who are working hard to give us the food we have in our stocked pantries? Do they not know that there are people who have left their families, paid large sums of money, and flown hundreds of miles, just to work for a pay to support their loved ones so far away?!
Don't you dare despise the construction workers or maids or cleaners, you sick spoiled kids, for these are the very people who serve you and support your country's prized name of a clean metropolis. And don't you dare complain about how foreigners are coming in and taking up so many jobs when you wouldn't take up the very same job if you were paid a hundredfold simply because you're so proud and it's "below you". Don't you dare give me that snobby attitude because you're "more educated". You were blessed with that opportunity in life and somewhere along your ancestry someone worked darn hard to bless with the life you're now living. Not everyone in the world has the opportunities that have been GIVEN to you and you should not be despising them for that. Don't you dare despise these who probably have more courage and understanding of life and love, than you.
In fact, I challenge you. Next time you feel a complaint coming up, I challenge you hold it in, and try to take a new, humbler perspective to life. And to these people whom you're tempted to despise, I challenge you to THANK them. I challenge you to thank them for their service to you. I challenge you to thank them for the sacrifices they've made to come to occupy the "lower ranks of society". I challenge you to HONOR them for their love for their families. Seriously I challenge you to go talk to any one of them and ask them about their life story. Ask them why they came, what they left, and find out what kind of sacrifices they've made.
Maybe then, you'll be a little more humble, and a little more grateful for everything you have.
Keep it real people. Step out of that bubble of pride, and know that you are blessed.
*fingers crossed that this rant has somehow made a difference to help save us from the ugly deteriorating path we seem to be on*
"Why do you think so?" you ask?
Let's tackle this problem one step at a time.
First, was the general comments and observations I've had of so many people here in Singapore - also the same group who have even endearingly been dubbed "champion complainers" by LKY. People here - especially those in the age-range of my generation - complain about ANYTHING. Seriously, people should be installed with some sort of complain-quota. I mean, it really annoys me.
Why it annoys me? Because it's proud. Pretty much any form of complaining is basically saying, "I don't deserve this." i.e. "I know better what I deserve." and ""I deserve better."
Just a couple of months ago, I asked someone about his attitude to work - which was simply sloppy and irresponsible - and was so shocked to his explanation that his pay didn't justify a better work attitude. What the-?! What kind of mindset is that?! When the heck did salary become the independent variable?! Money is a reward, and you are rewarded how you well you work. A man reaps what he sows. You shouldn't be working any less diligently because you're growing peas instead of rice. That's dumb. If you've been blessed with the seeds to grow peas, grow them well. Then, and only then, when your boss has seen your attitude in the small things, he will later give you a gift to care for the big things.
Complaining pisses me off. It's inefficient and affects you (and serves to plant you in the very place you don't want to be in, according to the self-fulfilling prophecy), and it affects others around you as well. You BECOME a problem, as well as a problem-creator. Don't do it. Don't be a part of the problem. Be part of the solution.
But I'm not done with this rant.
I'm upset with this spoiled generation because they don't care for people any more than for themselves. They put themselves first, disregarding the feelings of others.
And here is where I draw upon an anecdote of a lunch at my workplace with the some interns. So, I work in a food manufacturing company where we have lunch together. It's a humble place and lunch is cooked on roster by the aunties at the factory. In short, food was prepared for them, they came down, decided that it wasn't good enough for them, and decided not to eat, leaving all that food to waste. What the..?! Sure, the food where we work isn't exactly MacDonalds. And yeah, maybe the rice might be a bit hard at times, and we might be limited by the ingredients we have on some days.... But don't they know that the food was cooked by someone who thought for them? Someone who made time and effort to cook for them? Don't they know that everyone else ate less that day so that they would have enough to eat?! I don't know why I even allowed them not to eat! The auntie who cooked that day was so hurt. I was so embarrassed by their attitude I had to explain to her that it wasn't her cooking and it was just a flaw in my generation. :(
A couple of months ago, I read a sociological article about the change in mindset of the societal roles and responsibilities of parents and children and was so saddened by the findings. The finding of the research was basically that parents were now working harder and later into life as they take on heavier burdens of putting their children through higher education and moving into "Altruistic parenting" which meant that they no longer expected their children to give back to the family as soon as their children were ready to work ("ready to work" which used to be defined as physically able to get out and get a job). Alright, the increased burden on the parents I can accept. Thing is, on the flipside, the children, instead of becoming more grateful to the greater sacrifices of their parents, have seemed to devolve into a generation of...leeches. My generation is a generation that EXPECTS their parents to support them through school. They EXPECT their parents to provide for them until "they're ready" (now defined by some psycho-emotional decision of the children). And worse, they DON'T see themselves as responsible for their parents when their parents are in their old age - they expect THE GOVERNMENT to do that! When their parents are ill or old they expect someone else to care for them! And if they don't get their way, and find their parents too much of a bother, they just abandon them!
What the heck is wrong with my generation? My sick, ungrateful, generation.
It pisses me off. It pisses me off that I have grown up in a generation of kids that have been so pampered by their parents who have worked their butts off to pay for all sorts of tuition and classes for their kids, and have their kids instead complain about some ridiculous thing like how their parents are not giving them enough money for...LIFESTYLE. It pisses me off that I've grown up in a generation where parents sacrifice their time and sleep to chauffeur their children around and still have them reliant up till they're...goodness how old (apparently I've heard of a 30 plus year old still being driven around by her dad). 0_o
I'm stick of this generation that thinks that everyone owes them a living and that work is easy and they SHOULD get be treated well when they haven't even proven their worth. And to this, I have so many anecdotes this past winter that I hesitate starting on them for fear that I won't be able to stop.
And here is where I insert a fragment of "work" I picked up whilst cleaning up after my interns:
Tracks that seriously were not pleasant to have discovered. I'm even afraid to ask for an explanation because I rather the benefit of the doubt.
I was going to send them a debrief email before I found this. I haven't sent the email yet, but I've been considering ending the mail with, "Btw, if you want to skive, it's technically not right to do it even if your boss doesn't find out, cause' it's dishonest. But if you do, at least don't leave tracks, because it's just not very clever."
Okay, this is where I'm stopping with the anecdotes because I can feel that I'm about to go into b****ing mode which I also don't agree with. It was wrong, they should have known it, so I'm not going to delve further into that.
But seriously, This is not just a spoiled generation, this is also an ignorant generation.
A weak, ignorant generation.
This is a generation that complains about food, about having to take public transportation, about...all sorts of things that falls short of their expectations in life. And worse, expects people around them to pay for that shortfall. Does this generation not know the blessings that they have? Do they not know that there are families - SO MANY of them - that struggle every day for a single bowl of rice? Do they not know that there are people out there in the world who toil in the fields for a meager pay and that these are the people who are working hard to give us the food we have in our stocked pantries? Do they not know that there are people who have left their families, paid large sums of money, and flown hundreds of miles, just to work for a pay to support their loved ones so far away?!
Don't you dare despise the construction workers or maids or cleaners, you sick spoiled kids, for these are the very people who serve you and support your country's prized name of a clean metropolis. And don't you dare complain about how foreigners are coming in and taking up so many jobs when you wouldn't take up the very same job if you were paid a hundredfold simply because you're so proud and it's "below you". Don't you dare give me that snobby attitude because you're "more educated". You were blessed with that opportunity in life and somewhere along your ancestry someone worked darn hard to bless with the life you're now living. Not everyone in the world has the opportunities that have been GIVEN to you and you should not be despising them for that. Don't you dare despise these who probably have more courage and understanding of life and love, than you.
In fact, I challenge you. Next time you feel a complaint coming up, I challenge you hold it in, and try to take a new, humbler perspective to life. And to these people whom you're tempted to despise, I challenge you to THANK them. I challenge you to thank them for their service to you. I challenge you to thank them for the sacrifices they've made to come to occupy the "lower ranks of society". I challenge you to HONOR them for their love for their families. Seriously I challenge you to go talk to any one of them and ask them about their life story. Ask them why they came, what they left, and find out what kind of sacrifices they've made.
Maybe then, you'll be a little more humble, and a little more grateful for everything you have.
Keep it real people. Step out of that bubble of pride, and know that you are blessed.
*fingers crossed that this rant has somehow made a difference to help save us from the ugly deteriorating path we seem to be on*
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Thursday, December 31, 2009
We will remember you Rajan...
It came without warning. So sudden and so painful to register.
I still remember the shock when I received the SMS. It was meant to be a day of elation and good wishes but the SMS brought me back to reality. I initially thought that it was a joke - it has to be - but no one jokes about such things.
With my fingers still trembling on the phone keypad, I passed on the SMS to friends, some of whom are still overseas in the midst of their festive revelry, without a clue of the news to come.
I hated to be the bearer of bad news. I knew some of the many friends Rajan had. He was a popular guy who had friends from Singapore, Malaysia and all around the world. He was a regular face at international and exchange student gatherings. People warmed up to him easily because of his easy nature, ever-ready smile and a heart that had nothing but warmth and humour for those who explored deeper. Among groups of friends, Rajan always had a story to share, a grievance to air, a joke to crack, and an encouragement to make.
And all of a sudden, all of these friends had one less reason to smile about for the new year. Whoever we are, wherever we are, we all felt the loss: the void in our hearts simply cannot be replaced by the jovial end-year celebrations.
I really miss the conversations I had with Rajan. He was the kind of guy that you could bump into at the entrance of the library and strike a conversation that could last for an hour or so. If you needed a meal buddy, Rajan was always in the library to approach.
I remember the meals we had where we talked about anything related to life, philosophy, religion, politics, economics and society. Rajan, being a big critique of Singapore, SMU and our way of life, would go on and on about how we should never settle for less, while I would always defend the status quo and jokingly point out that our Malaysian neighbours never had it better. He would then roll his eyes before partaking a final shot of his trademark sarcasm and diatribe that always never fails to make me laugh.
Despite his controversial views, Rajan always had a heart for the community and society. Apart from being a top debater, he was involved in Campus Crusade for Christ (where we met in 2006) and as a residential senior at the SMU hostel. He was always there to integrate new students into the community, offer advice to home-sick international students, or to share a beer or two with you because you had a bad day.
But what made Rajan stand out from the crowd was what he stood for. He was a staunch Christian, a rebel, a fighter, an idealist and an intellect, always true to himself and his beliefs, and never shirking from an opportunity to debate on many issues. With a formidable understanding of poverty and women's rights, he always voiced out against social inequalities and injustices. He would make a fine example of how civil society and non-profits should be.
Rajan truly taught me how to live life with no regrets, to be true to myself, stand up for my beliefs and never shirk from any challenge that comes my way. In his passing, I will always fondly recall the good times that we had and the memories that we shared.
In this time of adversity, together with all his friends who feel the loss, my heart and prayers goes out to Rajan's family.
With members of the SMU chapter of Campus Crusade for Christ at Metamorphosis Camp in December 2007
At a gathering with friends at the SMU hostel in early 2008. I still remembered how impromptu this gathering was, having received news about it a few hours before it happened
Taken at his apartment at the hostel. That's Rajan with his ever-ready trademark smile that shone of warmth and friendliness. I will really miss it
I still remember the shock when I received the SMS. It was meant to be a day of elation and good wishes but the SMS brought me back to reality. I initially thought that it was a joke - it has to be - but no one jokes about such things.
With my fingers still trembling on the phone keypad, I passed on the SMS to friends, some of whom are still overseas in the midst of their festive revelry, without a clue of the news to come.
I hated to be the bearer of bad news. I knew some of the many friends Rajan had. He was a popular guy who had friends from Singapore, Malaysia and all around the world. He was a regular face at international and exchange student gatherings. People warmed up to him easily because of his easy nature, ever-ready smile and a heart that had nothing but warmth and humour for those who explored deeper. Among groups of friends, Rajan always had a story to share, a grievance to air, a joke to crack, and an encouragement to make.
And all of a sudden, all of these friends had one less reason to smile about for the new year. Whoever we are, wherever we are, we all felt the loss: the void in our hearts simply cannot be replaced by the jovial end-year celebrations.
I really miss the conversations I had with Rajan. He was the kind of guy that you could bump into at the entrance of the library and strike a conversation that could last for an hour or so. If you needed a meal buddy, Rajan was always in the library to approach.
I remember the meals we had where we talked about anything related to life, philosophy, religion, politics, economics and society. Rajan, being a big critique of Singapore, SMU and our way of life, would go on and on about how we should never settle for less, while I would always defend the status quo and jokingly point out that our Malaysian neighbours never had it better. He would then roll his eyes before partaking a final shot of his trademark sarcasm and diatribe that always never fails to make me laugh.
Despite his controversial views, Rajan always had a heart for the community and society. Apart from being a top debater, he was involved in Campus Crusade for Christ (where we met in 2006) and as a residential senior at the SMU hostel. He was always there to integrate new students into the community, offer advice to home-sick international students, or to share a beer or two with you because you had a bad day.
But what made Rajan stand out from the crowd was what he stood for. He was a staunch Christian, a rebel, a fighter, an idealist and an intellect, always true to himself and his beliefs, and never shirking from an opportunity to debate on many issues. With a formidable understanding of poverty and women's rights, he always voiced out against social inequalities and injustices. He would make a fine example of how civil society and non-profits should be.
Rajan truly taught me how to live life with no regrets, to be true to myself, stand up for my beliefs and never shirk from any challenge that comes my way. In his passing, I will always fondly recall the good times that we had and the memories that we shared.
In this time of adversity, together with all his friends who feel the loss, my heart and prayers goes out to Rajan's family.
With members of the SMU chapter of Campus Crusade for Christ at Metamorphosis Camp in December 2007
At a gathering with friends at the SMU hostel in early 2008. I still remembered how impromptu this gathering was, having received news about it a few hours before it happened
Taken at his apartment at the hostel. That's Rajan with his ever-ready trademark smile that shone of warmth and friendliness. I will really miss it
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
My biggest birthday present this year...
Has to be my dear sister Colleen getting married to a wonderful husband!
My Dad proudly walking down the aisle of the hall of the Church of St Ignatius with his daughter's hand in tow. It must be a very proud (and poignant) moment for him to be presenting his daughter to the bridegroom, Andrew.
On a separate note, I really enjoyed the ceremony, the choral music and the solemnness of the event. It's a throwback to my upbringing in Catholic schools from young.
That's Andrew and Colleen after the change of attire for the dinner at the Four Seasons Hotel ballroom. It was also a great time to catch up with relatives and old family friends, albeit with many new faces from the bridegroom's friends
The traditional pouring of champagne by the couple before the toasting of the couple by the immediate family and the bridal brothers and sisters. That must surely be one of the highlights of the evening
This marriage, being our first marriage within our direct family, is a milestone in my family history. My sincerest prayer to the newly-weds that God will bless this marriage to be blissful and ever-lasting, that you will both provide a pillar of strength and support to each other in times of joy and need, and always serve God and His community with passion and grace.
I also saw how this marriage is starting to bring our family closer together, tearing down walls brick by brick. It is indeed mentioned in 1 Corinthians 13 that "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs... It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." May we persevere on as a family that trusts, protects, hopes and loves one another.
And our next stop: the second wedding celebration at the bridegroom's side at Kuala Lumpur over this weekend!
My Dad proudly walking down the aisle of the hall of the Church of St Ignatius with his daughter's hand in tow. It must be a very proud (and poignant) moment for him to be presenting his daughter to the bridegroom, Andrew.On a separate note, I really enjoyed the ceremony, the choral music and the solemnness of the event. It's a throwback to my upbringing in Catholic schools from young.
That's Andrew and Colleen after the change of attire for the dinner at the Four Seasons Hotel ballroom. It was also a great time to catch up with relatives and old family friends, albeit with many new faces from the bridegroom's friends
The traditional pouring of champagne by the couple before the toasting of the couple by the immediate family and the bridal brothers and sisters. That must surely be one of the highlights of the eveningThis marriage, being our first marriage within our direct family, is a milestone in my family history. My sincerest prayer to the newly-weds that God will bless this marriage to be blissful and ever-lasting, that you will both provide a pillar of strength and support to each other in times of joy and need, and always serve God and His community with passion and grace.
I also saw how this marriage is starting to bring our family closer together, tearing down walls brick by brick. It is indeed mentioned in 1 Corinthians 13 that "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs... It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." May we persevere on as a family that trusts, protects, hopes and loves one another.
And our next stop: the second wedding celebration at the bridegroom's side at Kuala Lumpur over this weekend!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Bon Jovi - Living on a Prayer
I really love the acoustic version of this awesome piece from Bon Jovi. His band really rocks. He pens his songs from the heart. His lyrics speak of mountains of personal faith. I think he will make one hell of a hillsongs singer, if only he believes in a higher being.
"We've got to hold on, ready or not. You live for the fight, when it's all that you've got."
And I have you in my prayer.
"We've got to hold on, ready or not. You live for the fight, when it's all that you've got."
And I have you in my prayer.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Eating humble pie
Funny how bad news seems to always come at the wrong time, just before my first paper today.
I really appreciated the call and the subsequent clarification. But we definitely blew the chance of being the top team. If only we did things differently before but oh well, it was just the wrong fit.
Plays out just like the stock market eh? If there is too much of a good thing, it will all come crashing down sooner or later. And I take personal responsibility for this failure.
It is a day of eating humble pie. It does not taste good and it is very demoralising. But like all market corrections, it's always for the better.
I really appreciated the call and the subsequent clarification. But we definitely blew the chance of being the top team. If only we did things differently before but oh well, it was just the wrong fit.
Plays out just like the stock market eh? If there is too much of a good thing, it will all come crashing down sooner or later. And I take personal responsibility for this failure.
It is a day of eating humble pie. It does not taste good and it is very demoralising. But like all market corrections, it's always for the better.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Prof, congratulations on being a Dad!
One my professors is now a newly-anointed father of a beautiful baby girl! In an email to the students, he thanked us for our gift for his daughter, and shared with us his thoughts and feelings of being a father:
"It is a strange experience to become a father. Of course, the overwhelming feelings are ones of relief and happiness. But, I keep thinking of our daughter as my new best friend, whereas I imagined that feelings related to nurturing and responsibility would have been the strongest.
There are so many other nice things about a little baby: it forces one to be more optimistic, for if the world is so bad, why have children? One sees the importance of children in society in the wonderful way people have responded to her presence; and it disarms and brings out the best in other people."
Every parent out there would definitely agree with one thing: that being a parent and having children changes their context of life to become more positive (that is before the baby grows up and starts giving the parents so much headache!).
It makes me wonder how I was like as a baby and as a child. As a third child, did I give my parents more blessings or headaches?
But it also reminded me of how much my parents sacrificed and cared for me. And their fundamental wish as parents is to watch me grow up and live a life that works for me, and to live it happily. Parents, I believe, are among the most unselfish people in the world.
Mum and Dad, cheers. You rock!
"It is a strange experience to become a father. Of course, the overwhelming feelings are ones of relief and happiness. But, I keep thinking of our daughter as my new best friend, whereas I imagined that feelings related to nurturing and responsibility would have been the strongest.
There are so many other nice things about a little baby: it forces one to be more optimistic, for if the world is so bad, why have children? One sees the importance of children in society in the wonderful way people have responded to her presence; and it disarms and brings out the best in other people."
Every parent out there would definitely agree with one thing: that being a parent and having children changes their context of life to become more positive (that is before the baby grows up and starts giving the parents so much headache!).
It makes me wonder how I was like as a baby and as a child. As a third child, did I give my parents more blessings or headaches?
But it also reminded me of how much my parents sacrificed and cared for me. And their fundamental wish as parents is to watch me grow up and live a life that works for me, and to live it happily. Parents, I believe, are among the most unselfish people in the world.
Mum and Dad, cheers. You rock!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Looking back at my time with the Corps...
42 members. 6 years of existence. 6 core values.
And 6 more months left with the Corps before I say goodbye and graduate, thus completing 2 years of service. Boy, time really flies.
Mais aucun jour ne passera près avec aucun regret -).
And 6 more months left with the Corps before I say goodbye and graduate, thus completing 2 years of service. Boy, time really flies.
Mais aucun jour ne passera près avec aucun regret -).
Too many coincidences in two weeks?
I never considered myself integral with the world of Public Relations (PR), nor be a magnet for the media. But too many media-related incidents have happened to me these two weeks to make me wonder if these coincidences are a way for God to tell me to go into PR or journalism - something that I've resisted because I've always thought that I have a different calling in life.
The first incident was NYC's publishing an article that they wrote of me and Project ENP in their monthly magazine. Although they did not clear the article with us, I'm glad that they gave some publicity for the project since they are our sponsor (although I shudder at how they have portrayed me).
The second incident happened two Fridays ago, when we hosted a dinner for 20 Saudi Scholars as part of my Business Study Mission (BSM) Middle East programme. I was in charge of media relations and was responsible for crafting the media strategy and documents, and leading the media team to pitch to over 20 media outlets. For 4 days, we worked the ground and crossed our fingers for the media to bite. Fortunately, at the last moment, we managed to secure coverage of up to 4 articles by Berita Harian and Blue & Gold. Berita Harian wrote a nice article on the Saudi students.
The next amazing thing that happened on that Friday was that Suria TV turned up without informing us beforehand with a cameraman but NO reporter. Sweating furiously, I decided to do an impromptu interview with the people there and send the footage to Suria for airing. With no script, I decided to throw questions off the top of my mind at the interviewees.
That was my first taste of broadcast journalism. It was very scary but extremely exhilarating. I heard that Suria aired the clip two Saturdays ago, and I'm still trying to get the clip for media tracking purposes. Not bad for a newbie like me!
The fourth incident happened last Friday when Blue & Gold magazine published a two-page-long reply by the SMU Student Associations Council (SAC) to my commentary on the need for more accountability and improved strategic communication by the SAC. By any standards, it was a long reply but it's satisfying to see that they are now making the effort to communicate more with the student population.
The fifth incident happened on Saturday when there was a record sign-up and turn-out for the Branding, Marketing & PR workshop for AIESECers that I organised with Rachel and Grace. By most standards, it was a success, and I used the opportunity to hone my craft with the guidance of our two trainers from Ogilvy & Mather. I took out more from the workshop than I ever expected.
And then, this week, my article on student journalism was selected to be published in the Straits Times: Youthink. It's been a long while, really, considering my last piece was published in the beginning of this year. It has restored my confidence in writing more often for the column.
Finally, the SMU Corporate Communications Office called me recently and informed me that The Straits Times wants to interview me and two other students on our experience with blogging for the SMU Blog which is targeted at prospective students. The journalist wishes to find out if we were subjected to any form of censorship (or self-censorship) that might have made us portray a too-good-to-be-true image of the school. For the record, we are basically free to write whatever we want on the blog but as always, we have to be responsible writers.
Thomas Griffith once said that "journalism is in fact history on the run" while Napolean lamented that "fame is fleeting but obscurity is forever". I had (will have) my few moments of fame and I will move on just as quicky as it happened.
Unless God has other plans for me.
The first incident was NYC's publishing an article that they wrote of me and Project ENP in their monthly magazine. Although they did not clear the article with us, I'm glad that they gave some publicity for the project since they are our sponsor (although I shudder at how they have portrayed me).
The second incident happened two Fridays ago, when we hosted a dinner for 20 Saudi Scholars as part of my Business Study Mission (BSM) Middle East programme. I was in charge of media relations and was responsible for crafting the media strategy and documents, and leading the media team to pitch to over 20 media outlets. For 4 days, we worked the ground and crossed our fingers for the media to bite. Fortunately, at the last moment, we managed to secure coverage of up to 4 articles by Berita Harian and Blue & Gold. Berita Harian wrote a nice article on the Saudi students.
The next amazing thing that happened on that Friday was that Suria TV turned up without informing us beforehand with a cameraman but NO reporter. Sweating furiously, I decided to do an impromptu interview with the people there and send the footage to Suria for airing. With no script, I decided to throw questions off the top of my mind at the interviewees.
That was my first taste of broadcast journalism. It was very scary but extremely exhilarating. I heard that Suria aired the clip two Saturdays ago, and I'm still trying to get the clip for media tracking purposes. Not bad for a newbie like me!The fourth incident happened last Friday when Blue & Gold magazine published a two-page-long reply by the SMU Student Associations Council (SAC) to my commentary on the need for more accountability and improved strategic communication by the SAC. By any standards, it was a long reply but it's satisfying to see that they are now making the effort to communicate more with the student population.
The fifth incident happened on Saturday when there was a record sign-up and turn-out for the Branding, Marketing & PR workshop for AIESECers that I organised with Rachel and Grace. By most standards, it was a success, and I used the opportunity to hone my craft with the guidance of our two trainers from Ogilvy & Mather. I took out more from the workshop than I ever expected.
And then, this week, my article on student journalism was selected to be published in the Straits Times: Youthink. It's been a long while, really, considering my last piece was published in the beginning of this year. It has restored my confidence in writing more often for the column.
Finally, the SMU Corporate Communications Office called me recently and informed me that The Straits Times wants to interview me and two other students on our experience with blogging for the SMU Blog which is targeted at prospective students. The journalist wishes to find out if we were subjected to any form of censorship (or self-censorship) that might have made us portray a too-good-to-be-true image of the school. For the record, we are basically free to write whatever we want on the blog but as always, we have to be responsible writers.
Thomas Griffith once said that "journalism is in fact history on the run" while Napolean lamented that "fame is fleeting but obscurity is forever". I had (will have) my few moments of fame and I will move on just as quicky as it happened.
Unless God has other plans for me.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
The sweat and hard work was all worth it...
I just received a photo from a Thai friend, of the well that the Project ENP team helped to build in the village of Hui-bak-bak during our April-May expedition.
Simple happiness lies in knowing that in a short span of three days, we turned the swamp (see below) of mud, mosquito-breeding stagnant water, and overgrown trees into......
A sheltered well that is 3 m by 2 m by 1.5 m deep, and now serves as a complementary source of clean water for a village of 250 people that is 6 hours drive away from urban civilisation. This photo was taken in May shortly after we left and the well is brimming with clean water now.
The next Project ENP team is heading off in April-May next year to continue volunteer and reforestation work with the Elephant Nature Park, and work on similar projects at other villages being supported by the Park.
If you have what it takes to join the team, especially documentary and film-making skills, then please drop me a personal message!
Simple happiness lies in knowing that in a short span of three days, we turned the swamp (see below) of mud, mosquito-breeding stagnant water, and overgrown trees into......
A sheltered well that is 3 m by 2 m by 1.5 m deep, and now serves as a complementary source of clean water for a village of 250 people that is 6 hours drive away from urban civilisation. This photo was taken in May shortly after we left and the well is brimming with clean water now.
The next Project ENP team is heading off in April-May next year to continue volunteer and reforestation work with the Elephant Nature Park, and work on similar projects at other villages being supported by the Park.
If you have what it takes to join the team, especially documentary and film-making skills, then please drop me a personal message!
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