Saturday, September 27, 2008

Donna Donna...

Greetings,

I have a song share... oh...


On 179 bound for NTU

There's a student with a mournful eye

High above him there's a swallow

Winging swiftly through the sky

How the winds are laughing

They laugh with all their might

Laugh and laugh the whole day through

And half the semester's night

Donna donna donna donna, donna donna donna don,

donna donna donna donna, donna donna donna don

"Stop complaining," said the Lecturer,

"Who told you a student to be

Why don't you have wings to fly with

Like the swallow so proud and free?"

Students are easily bound and slaughtered

Never knowing the reason why

But whoever treasures freedom

Like the swallow has learned to fly

How the winds are laughing

They laugh with all their might

Laugh and laugh the whole day through

And half the semester's night

Donna donna donna donna, donna donna donna don,

donna donna donna donna, donna donna donna do....

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Vindicated

Greetings,

Reading a newspaper article yesterday enlightened me to a new terminology! How very refreshing, given that its been ages since I came across anything intellectually gratifying. muahaha..here it goes

The psychologist Martin Seligman gave the world the term "learned helplessness". His expriments indicated that animals that perceive themselves in a situation of unavoidable discomfort will finally just learn to accept the situation unconditionally.

Human beings do that too. We learn to act helpless, even if we have the power to change circumstances. "Once that happens, they become passive recipients, and there is no motivation for them to do anything."

Im sure this rings a bell to every Singaporean. Especially the guys... Learned helplessness... NS. No analogy required. haha. We have a common name for it even, "Lan-Lan Suck Thumb".

NS aside, hasn't it always been said and told that Singaporeans are an apathetic bunch? Think of the average you and me. How often have we felt that, "This is impossible, there is no better way than that, I will need this before I can move on, I cannot achieve this unless I am like them", etc. Often even in school, we are told that "things are just this way". "Accept this", "Just do it like this". Helpless.

Over time we have learned to be helpless, that unless we have this and that, we are helpless. Are we really ever helpless? How much of our life have we let slip out of our hands by simply denying that we can clench our own fate?

Think Michael Phelps. The goofy guy who won 8 olympic medals, breaking 7 in world record times. Many have told him it cannot be done. The rest is now legend.


For all of you out there who have a dream, don't lose faith! Life is lived in your own way. And for those who don't yet have a goal in life, take heart and carve your own path.

Don't learn to be helpless!!!


Tuesday, May 20, 2008

So nice wor~

Greetings,

Heres a little something I received from from one of my specialists who has since ORD-ed. Nice guy..

Dear Sir,

Wah lao why go NTU? Come NUS! Haha. Anyway time really flew ever since we started working together since mid June 2007. It has been a memorable and fruitful seven months of partnership. All the EXs ah, the admin stuffs and platoon related issues that we overcame with flying colors. All these experiences have forced [me] to become a more mature person. This "forced" growing process was an invisible force. I did not even know what hit me until the process was complete. I was transformed from a spoilt kid to today an ambitious youth with lofty dreams in mere months. All these would not have been possible without your influence.

Yok Zuan you are an awesome commander and a good friend. You are like an owl of our platoon. An owl with sharp eyes that watches over us all the time, swooping to our rescue at first sight of trouble. A good friend that offers a listening ear to all who needs it and golden advices it comes with. This is starting to sound like a testinomial but even if it is one, this one is really from the bottom of my heart.

I want you to know that i really appreciated all the [care] and guidance during my time in our platoon. I have been excited about this day for as long as I can remember with all the hype about fresh start and new chapter in life after ORD. Now that the day has finally arrived, I do feel reluctant to leave behind such a wonderful company. I'm only leaving with a tinge of reluctance but no regrets because I know our guys are in good hands under your leadership.

Yours sincerely,

Yi Xin

Awww... thx for letting me post this up, Mr Yi Xin. haha. Cya at TSG. ORD loh~!

Saturday, May 03, 2008

Are you Social?

Greetings,

I recently came across somewhat of a revelation on what it means to be human. While I take pride in thinking that I knew much aplenty on the physical and biological aspects of what makes a human being, it has never quite occurred to me the importance of one particular facet of humanity. That humans are, very much meant to be social beings.


I sometimes resign myself to being anti-social. Even to the extent that I tell myself, “yes, it is a good thing”. Its a way of preventing oneself from getting into difficult interpersonal situations. And sometimes it is even a requirement in our working or learning context to be somewhat anti-social.


So why does things become this way? Many people blame it on “Society”, but why does society, the very definition of which is the extension of the human social instinct, drives people to the state of being anti-social?


Individualism. No doubt this is the inherent and hidden buzz word of many a cultures one can find abound. In fact, if you take a little time to listen to any commercial or speech you will be hard pressed to find any mentioning of phrases like, “our success”. You will be more likely to hear phrases of, “your success depends on..” or “my success depends on...”.


When it comes to relationships, individuals think it is a choice for one to choose whether to enter into or to withdraw from. We increasingly think in terms of what you owe me” rather than what we owe others. We feel that one has the rights, the rights to certain possessions and we think very defensively.


Have you ever thought of what you will teach your children next time to help them succeed? We expect to teach our children the street-wise skills of doing well in school, fighting for jobs, surviving in politics, fighting for your rights. How about the skills of how to maintain relationships or cultivate good ones? Have you thought of that?


With the age of individualism, the law has provisions for human rights. And while it is indeed important to prevent exploitation of people, no one has ever bothered to explain that these laws are "legal negotiations, not ethical statements". Your rights are legal, but how you exert them should be based on your own moral and ethical beliefs.


Our doors have never been stronger, and our window grills never been safer. Surveillance and security cameras have never been more advance. And suicide rates have never been higher.


We can have wealth and health and many an intellectual pursuits. You can build defenses around your life to minimize social contact but without this very human, very innate element of being social, are you ever as much as you can be? Are you happy?



Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Which came 1st? De Chicken or De Egg?

Greetings,


Let us take a moment and return to ze age old question that we never really bothered to attempt while we were kids... Which came 1st?

The Chicken or the Egg?


You might say that there is no answer to this question. I say there is! And theres more than one!


1# The Egg came 1st!


Most of mainstream science agrees that all life on earth once evolved from simple organisms like bacteria. Through evolution as creatures slowly but surely accumulate changes and mutations in their DNA, more and more complex organisms appeared. Like the dog from wolves and man from apes etc. One can envision that once upon a time, chickens came from a kind of bird that didn't look like chickens. One day, a slightly mutated chicken-ancestor laid an egg that bore the genes to create the chicken that we know today. And voila~! Our beloved chicken has arrived from the egg of a non-chicken. So the 1st chicken was born; from the egg!


2#The Chicken came 1st!


From a taxonomic point of view, of course the chicken came 1st! The world as we know it, is only

as we define it. Just as noise is only defined as noise when someone is there to hear it. In the

beginning, when humans 1st decided to categorize the Chicken (Gallus gallus, sometimes G. gallus domesticus), they look to the bird itself and recognize the species from that bird, not so much the egg. Thus, that bird 1st become known as the “Chicken”, from the fowl, and not from its egg. Thus, as far human's description is concerned, the “Chicken” came 1st!

lalala~

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Tribute to the moon

Greetings,

Heres a little something interesting to share...

Thursday, February 07, 2008

Listen To The Whispers

Greetings,

Before i start, heres wishing all a Happy Lunar New Year! Gong Xi Fa Chai!

HUAT AR!!!!!!!!!!

This afternoon I went New-Year-visiting to my grandmas’ place. Everyone dressed presentably, on this sunny windy day, same as the passed years. As was with the past, such gatherings we would all concur. The gathering of aunties and uncles, the usual questions.

“when are you getting married?” “when are you having your next child?” Etc.

People shaking each others hand happily. People giving Ang Baos. The new year goodies. The usual awkward crowd of younger generations staring at the TV screen, pretending to be watching something extraordinarily interesting, avoiding any possibly weird conversations.

For as long as I can remember, we always gather at grandmas’ place every New Year for visiting because it is not convenient for grandma to move around too much. Overtime this has become a routine of ‘grandma visiting’ where everyone young or old would come to greet our matriarch who is now 94 years of age.

Interestingly, she is like the magnet that holds the extended families together, although she doesn’t really remember everyone and seldom talks to most of us. Not surprising since everyone only gathers at most twice a year.

This year, after the usual staring-at-TV routine of visiting I decided to go talk to grandma, seeing how she was just sitting there smiling at everyone.

There weren’t many people that she could talk to, even though the whole house was roaring with chatter and laughter as relatives exchange their gossips. She could only speak to us in Teochew, which most of the younger generation do not speak or barely understand. The aunties and uncles who do speak the dialect, are spending their time catching up with each other.

Everyone seems to have accepted that grandma could no longer really hold a thoughtful conversation.

I sat down beside her, watching her smile at the young and english speaking children running around. “A beautiful smile” I thought to myself, feeling happy that she seems happy to see us all. She held my hand;

(In Teochew)
Me: “Ah ma, I am your 5th daughters’ son. Your grandson.
Ah ma: “when are you graduating?”
Me: “Not so soon yet. I haven’t finish my NS”
Ah ma: “I now have poor memory, cannot remember many things”
Ah ma: “I get lost if I leave the house. So I stay indoors. Sometimes I don’t remember where I put my things”
Me: “It’s alright ah ma, it is the same for everyone”
Ah ma: “I don’t dare to leave the house, I don’t on the TV when no one is at home”
Me: “Why?”
Ah ma: “I can’t see the TV clearly, I can’t hear the TV clearly. I now have poor memory. Old already is useless”
Ah ma: “where are you studying?”


(At this point I got the help of my mom to translate NTU into teochew for me.)

Me: “I will be going to NTU”
Ah ma: “I see, I don’t remember. I have poor memory now”
Mom comes in: “Ah ma repeats alot of things doesn’t she?”
Me: “…yes…”


(Mom goes back to talking to the other aunties)

Ah ma: “I now have poor memory, can’t see things clearly, cannot understand what most of you say”.
Ah ma: “Sometimes I don’t know what you all are saying, I cannot understand. I cannot hear clearly. I just smile”
Me: “would you like us to bring you out of the house?”
Ah ma: “no no. I am fine here”
Ah ma: “Old already very useless can’t see much, can’t hear much”


I felt so sad. I looked around the house, seeing all those people sitting there. Some happily chatting away. Most just sitting around. How many of them know how ah ma is feeling? What ah ma is thinking? Or are they afraid of what they might hear?

Me (trying to smile as I speak): “it is alright ah ma, it is the same for everyone when they get old”
Me: “we will be going off soon, ah ma”
Ah ma: “do sit awhile more”


Grandma glances over to my nieces chatting at another corner and smiles her beautiful smile.

Me: “would you like me to call them over?”
Ah ma: Smiles and nods her head


I called them over, but they couldn’t understand what grandma was saying and only smiled shyly. She caresses them. After awhile they ran off again. Grandma smiling as always.

As we left the house, she steps out of the door to wave us goodbye. Smiling her beautiful smile as always.

See you next year”, I heard someone say. It felt so sad to me.

Grandma just smiles her smile. Waves goodbye…

Saturday, January 19, 2008

~Rantings from the deranged mind~

Greetings,

I have alot of things coming up for me. To me I don't find them interesting at all. haha. The only thing I find interesting now is getting to know the people around me. It really is a case of worklife only gets better when you become friends with those you work with. Past few day I spent a few hours just hanging around in the office after work talking to people. Pretty interesting.

Theres this new guy who is going to Stamford to study and I find him to be such an intellectual and intelligent young man. He seems to be very well read and so far is the only guy whom I could talk to about philosophy and quantum physics without looking at me like im crazy! He seems to be as interested in the latest happenings in the scientific world as much as I did. And yet he is young, brimming with potential. I hope he becomes great someday. However, it seems he hasn't quite accepted the fact that there are people around here who do not think in this broadsense and are more brutish. Because just as we were talking, another guy came in and as he was less refined, I changed to topic to talking to him about past experiences on living a life on betting and smoking and knowing bad people and stuff. Immediately I could see the new guy suddenly got nothing to share and uneasy with talking to this more Ah Beng guy. I guess this is the class gap. Or at least for now it seems.

What disturbed yet comforted me that day was that even for someone as brilliant as this young guy, he has not really figured out what he wanted to do with his life. Disturbing because he was so brilliant yet not using his talents to meaningfulness. Comforting because it meant at least here there was still room for him to be outmatched in this competitive world.

Yesterday I was talking to some other guy in the office till late again. This time this guy whom I shall name X, has quite a different story. X is a regular who seem to be at an impasse of his career. He is young, he is wealthy, he is bright (a Merit Diploma holder) and is attached. He has experienced the spoils of life (goes clubbing, picks up girls and etc) and is looking forward to settling down.


He seems to be having trouble with his girlfriend, because she although being only 1 year younger, seems too childish. Wanting only to live by the day financially, fettishing the little things and dwelling on petty things. He told me he is sick of going out with her sometimes, because it is tiring and costly, yet still likes her enough to want to carry on. Only wishing that one day she would grow up. He told me of how he once fell for this girl who seemed perfect, beautiful brilliant and understanding. Yet this girl could only fall in love with a guy who cheats on her, even being willing to forgive him. He just couldn't see why the good girls always go for the bad guys.

He told me how there are 3 stages to the kind of guys girls like. In the 1st stage, the young girls like guys who look shuave, who are cute, irregardless of whether or not he is a bad guy or whether he likes her. In the 2nd stage, the young ladies now having grown older, like guys who are reasonably goodlooking, but willing to love her more than anything. Irregardless of whether he is capable of supporting her or has other troubles, all is fine so long as he loves her. In the 3rd stage, finally as an adult woman, the ladies simply only prefer guys who are rich. Period.


We both laughed at this seemingly extremist idea. But looking back at his love life and mine, its not really too much of an exaggeration I would say.

Most girls would say there arn't any gentlemen around anymore. And guys would say thats because there arn't any gentlewomen around anymore either.

Again as with X, for being however bright he is, hasn't quite figure out what he wanted to do with his life. Pitty. Something needs to be done to our educational system....