Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Elitist Made

Its been really long since I last posted anything here. Cos i was mainly posting in my chinese blog @ sina.com.

This morning, i was reading the papers and I came across an article with regards to " Teen blogger counselled for her 'elitist' remarks" I was speechless.

I was flabbergasted not only by what the lady in question, Wee Shu Min said, but more by her MP Daddy wee Siew Kim, who is MP for Ang Mo Kio GRC. I have attached his response.

“What she said did come across as insensitive. The language was stronger than what most people could take.
But she wrote in a private blog and I feel that her privacy has been violated. After all, they were the rantings of an 18-year-old among friends.
I think if you cut through the insensitivity of the language, her basic point is reasonable, that is, that a well-educated university graduate who works for a multinational company should not be bemoaning about the Government and get on with the challenges in life.
Nonetheless, I have counseled her to learn from it. Some people cannot take the brutal truth and that sort of language, so she ought to learn from it.
In our current desire to encourage more debated, especially through the Internet, our comments must be tempered with sensitivity.
I will not gag her, since she’s 18 and should be able to stand by what she says.
The new media of the Internet is such that if you don’t like what she has said, you have the right of rebuttal.
Hopefully, after the discussion, everyone will be the richer for it. As a parent, I may not have inculcated the appropriate level of sensitivity, but she has learnt a lesson, and it’s good that he has learnt it at such an early stage in life.”


To understand the situation, one must of course, read what Mr. Derek Wee wrote.

"When I read the Straits Times article (dated 24 Sep) on PM Lee calling the young to be committed and make a difference to Singapore, I have so much thought about the issue.I am 35 years old, graduated from University and gainfully employed in a multinational company. But I cannot help but feel insecure over the future of Singapore. Lets face it, it’s not uncommon to hear, “when you are above 40, you are over the hill”. The government has been stressing on re-training, skills upgrading and re-adapt. The fact is, no matter how well qualified or adaptable one is, once you hit the magical 40, employers will say, “you are simply too old”.We have been focusing our resources and problem solving on low unskilled labour. But in reality, our managerial positions and skilled labour force are actually fast losing its competitiveness. I travel around the region frequently for the past 10 years. It didn’t take me long to realise how far our neighbours have come over the past decade. They have quality skilled workers, and are less expensive. When I work with them, their analytical skills are equally good, if not better than us.It’s not new anymore. Taxi drivers are fast becoming “too early to retire, too old to work” segment of the society. I like to talk to taxi drivers whenever I am heading for the airport. There was this driver. Eloquent and well read. He was an export manager for 12 years with an MNC. Retrenched at 40 years old. He had been searching for a job since his retrenchment. Although he was willing to lower his pay expectations, employers were not willing to lower their prejudice. He was deem too old. I wouldn’t be surprised if we have another No. 1; having the most highly educated taxi drivers in the world.On PM Lee calling the young to be committed and make a difference. Look around us. How dedicated can we be to Singapore when we can visualise what’s in store for us after we turned 40? Then again, how committed are employers to us? But we can’t blame them. They have bottom lines & shareholders’ gain to answer to. Onus is really on the government to revamp the society. A society that is not a pressure cooker. A society that does not mirror so perfectly, what survival of the fittest is. But a society, where it’s people can be committed, do their best and not having to fear whether they will still wake up employed tomorrow. Sadly, Singapore does not offer such luxuries and security anymore.On the issue of babies. The government encourage us to pro-create. The next generation is essential in sustaining our competitive edge. Then again, the current market condition is such that our future has become uncertain. There is no more joy in having babies anymore; they have become more of a liability. It’s really a chicken and egg issue.Many of my peers, bright and well educated have packed up and left. It’s what MM Goh called “quitters”. It’s sad but true, Singapore no longer is a place where one can hope to work hard their lives and retire graciously. It’s really the push factor. A future is something we sweat it out, build and call our own. Unfortunately, people like me, mid 30’s going on 40’s, staying put by choice or otherwise, we can’t help but feel what lies ahead is really a gamble. To PM Lee and the Ministers, we are on a different platform. Until you truly understand our insecurity, the future of Singapore to me remains a question mark.
posted by Derek at
10:51 PM "

AND finally, this is what Wee Shu Min posted.

"Thursday, October 19, 2006
mom's friend sent her some blog post by some bleeding stupid 40-year old singaporean called derek wee (WHY do all the idiots have my surname why?!) whining about how singapore is such an insecure place, how old ppl (ie, 40 and above) fear for their jobs, how the pool of foreign "talent" (dismissively chucked between inverted commas) is really a tsunami that will consume us all (no actually he didn't say that, he probably said Fouren Talern Bery Bad.), how the reason why no one wants kids is that they're a liability in this world of fragile ricebowls, how the government really needs to save us from inevitable doom but they aren't because they are stick-shoved-up-ass elites who have no idea how the world works, yadayadayadayada.i am inclined - too much, perhaps - to dismiss such people as crackpots. stupid crackpots. the sadder class. too often singaporeans - both the neighborhood poor and the red-taloned socialites - kid themselves into believing that our society, like most others, is compartmentalized by breeding. ridiculous. we are a tyranny of the capable and the clever, and the only other class is the complement.sad derek attracted more than 50 comments praising him for his poignant views, joining him in a chorus of complaints that climax at the accusation of lack of press freedom because his all-too-true views had been rejected by the straits times forum. while i tend to gripe about how we only have one functioning newspaper too, i think the main reason for its lack of publication was that his incensed diatribe was written in pathetic little scraps that passed off as sentences, with poor spelling and no grammar.derek, derek, derek darling, how can you expect to have an iron ricebowl or a solid future if you cannot spell?if you're not good enough, life will kick you in the balls. that's just how things go. there's no point in lambasting the government for making our society one that is, i quote, "far too survival of fittest". it's the same everywhere. yes discrimination exists, and it is sad, but most of the time if people would prefer hiring other people over you, it's because they're better. it's so sad when people like old derek lament the kind of world that singapore will be if we make it so uncertain. go be friggin communist, if uncertainty of success offends you so much - you will certainly be poor and miserable. unless you are an arm-twisting commie bully, which, given your whiny middle-class undereducated penchant, i doubt.then again, it's easy for me to say. my future isn't certain but i guess right now it's a lot brighter than most people's. derek will read this and brand me as an 18-year old elite, one of the sinners who will inherit the country and run his stock to the gutter. go ahead. the world is about winners and losers. it's only sad when people who could be winners are marginalised and oppressed. is dear derek starving? has dear derek been denied an education? has dear derek been forced into child prostitution? has dear derek had his clan massacred by the government?i should think not. dear derek is one of many wretched, undermotivated, overassuming leeches in our country, and in this world. one of those who would prefer to be unemployed and wax lyrical about how his myriad talents are being abandoned for the foreigner's, instead of earning a decent, stable living as a sales assistant. it's not even about being a road sweeper. these !!^#bags don't want anything without "manager" and a name card.please, get out of my elite uncaring face."
Now tell me that what she wrote was merely "insensitive". Ms. Wee is obviously spolit, arrogant, and self -righteous who thinks that she belongs to a class of people who is above those that have less. Honestly, does Derek's blog warranted such a vicious and demeaning retort? I do not think so. Honestly, who is the person who is better educated here? Who is really the one that cares for others than their own selfish little lives?
Lest I be accused of being anti government, I am not. I love my country and I would died for it. But it is people like Wee Shu Min, who after making such a big boo boo, gets defended by her Daddy who is supposedly a defender of the very people that his daughter frowned upon.
Where does your heart lie, Mr. Wee Siew Kim?
And who the hell do you think you are, Ms. Wee Shu Min.
Shame on you. Shame on both of you.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Long time no see

Oh my. Didn't realise its been THAT long since I had an entry. Have been overseas for the earlier part of this year. And unfortunately where I was...... China. Did not allow logins to Blogspot.

Ok, let tomorrow be a new beginning. There is much to share...

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Inspiration

"I close my eyes, I see you smile
Your sunny disposition that illuminates for miles.
I touch my lips; I feel your kiss
Your subtle teasing I can never resist
I see you here, I hear you there
A minute without you I can hardly bear
So remember me, before you sleep
My heart is with you, it is yours to keep"

Saturday, September 17, 2005

The Yellow Ribbon Project

I was invited to speak in a sharing session at Changi for young inmates not too long ago. We were waiting to go in at the main entrance when a bunch of visiting students spotted me. They were hardly older than 15. They recognized me and were buzzed. They smiled and waved at me, you know, being friendly and all. Naturally I waved back and was chatting to them when this female warden, stomped out and started yelling at the kids.

She roared: " what so funny?"

" why laugh? why you all talking? very funny is it?"

" wipe that smile off your face. Later you go in you will know."

At that moment, I felt like it was the 1st day of my army life. Being shouted at by the platoon Sergent for anything and nothing. The boys hushed into a rapid silence and the light hearted moment was instantly crushed. I could tell from their faces that they were intimidated and humiliated.

I was so indignant. Because I cannot imagine someone treating kids like that. I was told that the kids were labelled " problem youths" in school, therefore were brought here to see the place, in the hope that fear would keep them from doing anything that might put them in there.

So there we were, invited to restore the self- esteem of the inmates by encouraging them; You have people like the female warden treating kids like crap, making them feel bad about themselves and probably making a mental note to " rebel" against the authorities in the near future. Thanks a lot madam. I just hope you do not treat your children at home like this.

We were given a tour of the facilty, showing us the condition that the boys lived in. The entire building was clean, organized and efficient. Nothing like the dangerous vengeful-gang-ass-raping-you-stab-me-I-kill-you scenerios that we so often see in the movies. About 90 boys were selected to meet us in the canteen. We were greeted with a spirited " GOOD AFTERNOON SIR, GOOD AFTERNOON MAM" and after that we were treated to a song performance by a boy called Willis, who sang a song he wrote, supported by 2 guitarists using a mike and a speaker more suitable for talking than singing.

The song nearly made me teared. It was about the dreams that he had despite being locked in. The applause from the rest only indicated that they felt the same way. How often do we take our freedom for granted? All the time I dare say. For it is only when you lose something do you realize how much it meant to you.

Honestly, on my way to the centre, I really had no idea what I wanted to say. Because however difficult that I might think my life was, theirs were probably worse. And I am not prepared to make up something just to impress them. They deserved nothing less than the truth.

Therefore at that point I decided to share something that always fascinated me... Hope.

I have always believed in hope. Because without it, there is nothing to look forward to, nowhere to go, nothing to work for. So I shared with them something that I have done in the past to remind myself of the hope that I have for my own life and the goals that I set out to achieve.

I challenged them to write down 5 things that they wanted to do with their lives when they get out. And when they have done so, to write down the ways that they can go about making them happen. I wasn't sure if they were going to do it, or they might just think that I was bullshitting. But if I could make just one boy believe in himself, and that one day he might be a better man because of the 5 things he listed, that I have done something good.

On my way home, I recalled the 5 things that I listed years ago, and realised that I have only achieved 3. But I believe that one day, I shall achieve all 5. And I hope that all the young faces that I saw earlier, will have their dreams come true too.

As long as we keep walking, however far, we will one day reach our destination.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Bonjoir, France!

aIt has been more then a week since my virgin posting. I had to take a break because I needed to be in France for a business- personal trip. Managed to take time out to do some sightseeing. Paris, Monaco, St Tropez. Beautiful places with so much to see.


THE LOUVRE

Situated along the famous Rue De Rivoli, the photo above is but perhaps 1/4 of how magnificent it really was. Took me 3 FULL days to fully explore it. It was a total sensory overload, from Greek mythology to egyptology, from Mecedonia history to French art, from Louis David to Giuseppe. The creativity of humankind was resurrected right before me...

My favourite painting of all times:

"SUCRE de NAPOLEON ler a' NOTRE- DAME de PARIS par le PAPE PIE VII"

The painting is almost two and a half stories in height and spans about fifteen metres. The pure majesty of it awed me into humility. Each individual in the painting had their own expression. It was almost as if I was drawn into the painting itself, becoming part of it, participating in the grandeur of Napoleon's coronation.

Oh Yes, THE Mona Lisa

One does not come to the Louvre without taking a photo with Mona. It was in Denon, ( there are 3 sections: Sully, Richelieu and Denon) amongst the Italian Paintings of the 13th to 17th century. In spite of its reputation, it was a little small, measuring maybe around 18 inches by 30 inches ( approx.) I was actually disappointed by its size. I kindof expected a huge painting. At least life size, like " Watteau" or " Vermeer".

As i stood around Mona, group upon group of herded tourists were led straight to Mona, given five minutes to take photos before they were hurried like sheep to their next photo opportunity, thus reaffirming my belief to never join any tour group if i can help it.

I just couldn't resist the temptation. I took a photo.

I call it " The Feeding Frenzy"

I am sure the picture is self- explanatory. Sad, but true. And honestly, I do feel that Mona, despite her history and all, was the most overrated painting in the Louvre. No offense to anyone.

After the Louvre, I was poofed from all that walking. So I headed back to the hotel for a snooze, not before watching CNN and BBC ( the only two English channels) reporting on the devastation of New Orleans. I was truly saddened by the fact that the supposedly most powerful nation in the world needed four to five days before they can even get their act together. So much for Team America. You go, Bush.

The rest of Paris was lovely, the Eiffel Tower, Champs -Elysee, Seine river, Concorde Square etc. Truly the City of Lights. If only I spoke French....

NICE, St Tropez

Funny how many Singaporeans pronounced it as " nice"when It is actually " Neee-ce". Reminded me of the time when some guy asked me for the location of " Hotel ren-des-ves". I had to ponder momentarily before I realised that he was referring to " Hotel Rendezvous"! Still never failed to make me snigger.

And in the same way, St Tropez, I've learnt, is pronounced as " Saint Trok- pay". The " trok" being read as though you are trying to clear your throat in the ah- beng fashion. So imagine it would be like " trooo.... RooccKk- pay"

There you go. 3 minute French. Go figure.

Now , the REAL reason why I was in France.

I was invitedby TAG HEUER to participate in a F1 driving course at the AGS Formule 1 Driving School in Luc-en- Provence, at the heart of the Var region in a triangle bordered by St Tropez, Nice and Aix.

With a 2.2km track that allowed drivers to reach 290km/h at maximum speed, corners requiring multiple gear shift and hard braking. Especially corners like the AGS corner, where one has to slow the car from 280km/h on 6th gear, to a neckbreaking 90km/h on 2nd gear within 150metres. The track, can be VERY challenging to the drivers who like to push themselves to the max.

Before I begin to sound like a tour brochure or a travel programme, I guess the best way is to let my pictures show you just how awesome the trip was.

The Race Track

Imagine tearing down this straight at 285km/h. Trust me, time stop. So does your heartbeat. At that moment, nothing else exists, except the blur of everything passing by you, and the roar of the V8 engine.

The Man and the Machine


I pondered upon the possibilty of cornering at 180km/h. Will I be able to do it? Will the car be able to do it? Spinning off the track at that speed will certainly put me in the wall, not to mention my brains in my helmet.

Deeeeep breath.

I decided to focus on all the techniques that I have learnt. The gear changes, the braking, oversteer, understeer, apex, racing line.

Heart rate increases.

Patrick, the chief instructor shouted over the deafening engine, even at idling: " You already know everything you need to. So let your body take over."

I could only nod. I wish I could.

V8

650BHP

100kmh- 200kmh in 2.5 secs

2nd gear, clutch down

good to go

release clutch........................ BLISS

But only for 2 seconds, because once I pushed the throttle downwards by a mere 3mm, the engine roared into action and I was flying. I changed up to 3rd gear, 4th, then 5th, before I was at the braking point for the first turn. I braked hard till I got to the downshift point and shifted to 2nd gear for the turn....

The car on slick tyres stuck to the ground like it was a train running on tracks. As I drove into a series of lefts and rights, the G- force rattled me body and head around the cockpit like a rollercoaster, only much,much much worse. I realised that I was heading into the AGS corner... at 280km/h.

I needed to brake hard, slow the car down from 6th gear at 280km/h to 2nd gear at 90km/h, and take the corner. When I got to the braking point, I stepped on the brakes hard as I could, my eyes nearly popping out of my sockets and the four point harness ripped into my body, crushing my lungs of its air. I managed to reach 2nd gear and the desired speed without spinning off the track and turned into the straight home run. Its time to let it rip.

I red-lined the engine as I surged forward, the acceleration nearly ripping my head right off my neck. My body was crushed into my seat and I could not breath. My hand were numb and I could not feel my legs......... I loved it..... Lap 1 completed.

The rest of drive just got better and better as I felt more at home with the car. And when I finished I was grinning like a maniac :) I couldn't help it. It was almost sexual..

Driving will NEVER be the same again.

Saturday, August 27, 2005

First Night, Silent night

AS a new day begins, I have finally acted upon what I have meaning to do for the longest time.... Start a blog. Jumping on the bandwagon? I dont think so, perhaps it is the desire that we should put some of our minds into cyberspace. Sharing our innnermost thoughts, feelings, fears, hope, love, anything and everything that makes us all humans.



" Why lilactomato? I don't think one exists." Yes, its doesn't exist, only if you tell yourself that your mind is trapped within the boundary of what we can see and what we know to be real. So have you ever seen a lilactomato? I have:)
Never underestimate the power of your imagination.



So here begins a new age. Good luck and may God bless us all.