The man who lost his limbs

In recent days, you’ve seen me voice out on why we need to do more for the needy and marginalized in this rich country. And every time I ponder on this issue, this story floods back into my mind.

Nearly ten years ago, I was still a press photographer and I was assigned to cover what the journos call a “hard luck” story. It’s self-explanatory but I’ll explain it further: This is a category of stories that often feature people down on their luck, suffering extraordinary hardships or are the victims of really unfortunate circumstances. In the earlier days of The New Paper, these stories really helped to drive readership, along with scandals and freak accident stories.

The main newsmaker was this man in his 40s who had started to lose all his limbs, starting with his appendages. He was a heavy smoker in the past, and one day, he discovered he was getting gangrene (or something similar) in his toes and fingertips.

Over time the affliction spread inwards and affected more of his limbs. He stopped smoking, and had several fingers and toes amputated, but the disease wouldn’t stop.

By the time the journalist and I met this man, he was stuck in a wheel chair with both legs amputated just below the knees, and only two fingers on each hand.

He spoke to me, then he started crying: “My wife just got retrenched from her job. If it wasn’t for our young children, I would have committed suicide by now.”

I was so shaken by a grown man crying with nowhere to go, I could only take two or three photos of the man before I shut down my camera. I wish I could put the photograph on this site, but it’s copyrighted by the newspaper.

I also remember feeling upset at how little support money they were getting from the authorities despite their situation. It was in a range of a few hundred dollars a month.

Their social welfare worker was trying her best, but there was only so much she could do. I believe she told us about this story in the hope that it would bring some public support for this man’s plight.

Then the man asked softly if I could help him in any way.

I declined, because I was covering hard luck stories regularly in those days, and newsmakers were asking to borrow money from me on several occasions because they had nowhere to turn to. My reasoning was : I’m a photographer/journalist. My pay is only sufficient for my own needs. I can’t be donating money to every newsmaker. I’m just here to do the story.

I went back to office and received a scolding from my photo editor because it was standard protocol to take many different angles of a newsmaker for easier layout. “Why did you take so few photos!?!?” But I refused to go back to the man’s house to take more photos and the story was later laid out around my few image.

Today, as the memory of this man constantly resurfaces, I keep asking myself : How could I have turned down his plea for help?

Closing thoughts on the elections

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Mr Chiam See Tong from 2009: “Every Singaporean must be given the respect he deserves”. Photo by Charles Lim

Like many of you, I stayed up late to watch the announcement of the General Election 2011 results, all the way until 3am on 8th May when Potong Pasir’s narrow win by PAP was finally announced. I believe more people in Singapore watched this historic event more than several National Day Parades combined.

At the same time, I monitored my Facebook and Twitter walls as real-time updates from the mainstream media and friends came in fast and furious. People cheered the wins by the Workers’ Party in Aljunied and Hougang. People ranted that Tin Pei Ling got into Parliament while Minister George Yeo was booted out. People wrung their hands when they realized that the rest of the Opposition parties failed to win any seats at all.

And I think everyone agrees that Chiam See Tong became a national folk hero.

The outpouring of emotions continued well into this afternoon. Anger, happiness, disbelief, relief, outrage and bitterness. You name it, I read it.

Through it all, I didn’t feel the surge of emotions people were expressing. Did journalism kill my passion and my angst? Was I being too Zen about the whole elections? Or did I write my blog articles till I had nothing left to say?

Well, here’s my pragmatic take on this “watershed” elections (yes, it was a watershed event by all accounts). Where so many people are focusing on the negative outcomes (“Why did she get in? Why did they not get kicked out? Why did they lose?”) I would prefer to focus on the positive.

It was an election, never a revolution.

Some people are furious with the silent majority who gave the PAP the mandate to become the ruling party once again. They couldn’t believe that there were people who didn’t want to see change in the country.

Let’s turn the situation on its head – Did it ever occur to you that there was massive groupthink going on in the online space?

People online were screaming for a revolution, for a drastic change in the way politics were run in Singapore. But the results showed that more people voted for the incumbent than the newbies as with every elections. Sure, the PAP’s winning margin had dropped to 60.1% from 66% in 2006, but it’s still a majority. Let’s not fault voters for being pragmatic – give Singaporeans credit where it’s due.

For example, let’s talk about Bishan, where I stay.

Mr Chiam’s team lost in Bishan-Toa Payoh despite the man’s reputation and his strong team (I thought Benjamin Pwee was very impressive and it’s not because we’re both botak heads). I went to their last rally at Bishan Stadium and I could already tell from the reaction of the Bishan audience that it was difficult for the SPP to win.

The crowd was relatively muted, there to observe and to think, rather than to cheer wildly like the Workers’ Party crowd at Serangoon Stadium a few minutes’ drive away. The SPP’s main rhetoric during their last rally was to convince the fence-sitters to swing their votes towards them.

But in the end, the SPP still had a very respectable result in Bishan-TP : 43.1% of the vote, versus 56.9% for the PAP.

For a team that had never campaigned here before, why did so many people put their faith in SPP? If you ask me, SPP won over many strangers, and that’s a significant victory in itself. To win in a PAP stronghold was a longshot to begin with but the fact is SPP dared to take on a GRC with Deputy PM Wong Kan Seng in charge.

The Bishan-TP PAP team led a relatively smooth and positive campaign with no major issues or boo-boos. OK, except for this poorly-made video which led to much groans among my friends. But I have no issues with the PAP team here, and I’m not as upset over the Mas Selamat affair as other people are. I’m more concerned over housing or transport issues.

The national results, and the PAP’s declining margin, indicates that people do want change in how the country is run, but not overnight. This was no French Revolution in the making but perhaps the online audience whipped itself into a self-delusional frenzy.

And let’s face the facts – WP had really strong teams where it won. Perhaps the Opposition teams just didn’t have candidates that were strong enough, not just individually, but as a team, to convince the majority of voters.

Nicole Seah was the only recognizable figure of the NSP during the whole race, and Goh Chok Tong’s team experienced a relatively low margin of 56.7% of votes. That could go down in history as the “Tin Pei Ling effect” where an unpopular newbie nearly did in the respected Senior Minister’s team. To be honest, I didn’t even expect the NSP to get as far as 30% with their team lineup but they hit 43%.

By the way, am I upset that Ms Tin got into Parliament? Let’s just say I’d rather not be in her position where she’ll spend years, if not decades, working to dispel her current reputation, whether it is justified or not. To me, it’s not worth the salary, authority, or prestige of being an MP, to have to deal with her current situation.

If you’re still not happy with her, let me ask you – why don’t you try for the PAP or be in her shoes? Do you have the guts for politics or grassroots work? It’s always easy to criticize, but not so easy to empathize. I say this even though I prefer Ms Seah’s performance (note, “performance”, since I don’t know her in person) in this elections.

Everyone is human, everyone has feelings. Even political candidates. And the Marine Parade voters voiced their opinion of the candidates with their votes.

Look at the data, not the rhetoric

Joining Microsoft has taught me to respect the importance and sanctity of data. Data is objective, data is not emotional. The SG Elections website contains all the winning margins of every party, and you can cross-check it with previous years (taking into account change of electoral boundaries).

This was no vague newspaper straw poll or research project with questionable sampling – take a good, hard look at the data and you’d realize that although the Opposition only won two wards, they had a very decent number of votes in many other wards. This is remarkable given that we hardly hear from these guys until elections time. And worrying for the incumbent too.

Yes, Potong Pasir went to the PAP by just 114 votes, causing much grief among SPP and Opposition supporters. But the balanced observer should also focus on the fact that Sitoh Yih Pin has not given up trying, and that perhaps there are people in the estate who want change for the estate as well.

There are two sides to every story and change is the only constant.

Social media changed the landscape for the better

Let’s count the ways this elections were different, thanks to Facebook, Twitter, and dozens (no, not thousands) of bloggers.

- The PAP said sorry and admitted it had been perceived as arrogant. I never thought I would see the day, but it happened. It sent shockwaves throughout the island and the media had a field day. Although it was not said explicitly, the PAP was obviously affected by the wave of online discontent, not merely the size of the turnout at opposition rallies. And just a few weeks ago, the PAP was dismissing Internet chatter as “online noise”, so they learned a painful lesson there.

Was it a good move given that the Opposition pounced on the PM’s apology to give their own arguments more firepower? I don’t know, but it was better for civil society – the PAP finally acknowledged its shortcomings in a very public and honest manner.

The first step to change is acknowledgement, and it’s not up to us to speculate whether words will translate into action – the PAP is a smart lot, and will want to improve its results in 2016. It needs to arrest and reverse its declining popularity, and it has five years to do so.

- The mainstream media provided more balanced coverage and upped the ante. SPH and Mediacorp still appeared pro-PAP on most days with Opposition coverage buried deep inside the papers, but this was still much better than the past.

And on this point, it’s often said that the Gahmen focuses all its attention on what The Straits Times publishes because it’s “the paper of record”. Unfortunately, you can’t find the archive of ST stories online due to its paywall.

The Today newspaper has become the actual paper of record when people do their online searches now, as its archive of stories is open to all. This is something for the folks at SPH to chew on – if you aren’t making much money from selling old stories (they aren’t), you might as well open it up like Today or TIME magazine.

- Politicians became better at social media and opened up to the young audience. George Yeo’s video to young voters was a turning point for the PAP’s campaign, displaying great sincerity, humility and earnestness to win over his voters in his team’s darkest hour (at their campaign’s halfway mark when all rhetoric against the WP seemed to have flopped).

Oh yes, there was a blogger who decided to support him and the PAP using posts that included vulgar language. We’re adults here casting votes with our brains and with civility, so give your candidates and voters more respect than that.

There were other sincere videos by other PAP teams but they received little viewership. Mr Yeo’s video will remain in many minds long after this elections.

Today newspaper and Razor TV posted many videos of rally speeches, largely unedited, to allow one to escape traffic jams and judge candidates in the comfort of their own homes. The candidates took advantage of this big public service by reposting those videos on their Facebook walls.

In closing

You know, it’s been a really monumental elections to watch. Everyone’s packing up shop now that the results are out, and finally our Facebook walls can go back to the usual postings of vacation photos or new materialistic pursuits.

You can choose to remain upset about the results, but for me, I’ll remember that on the night of the elections, I saw a young crescent moon in the sky.

Personally, the elections have made me more aware that I need to do more for the disadvantaged people around me. It has made me see that change is possible, whether it is with the contrite ruling party or more credible Opposition. It has also shown me that we are in a age of heroes who can be gracious under fire, and determined despite illness and age.

Mr George Yeo and Mr Chiam See Tong, thank you for showing Singapore a better way. 

How did we become like this?

Forgive me if this piece seems to ramble on in different directions.

I had a meeting at the Zion Road area this week, so I took the opportunity to have breakfast at Tiong Bahru Market. After having my Hainanese Curry Rice and soya bean milk, I decided to chill out at one of the public benches in the retro estate to do my email.

Suddenly, an old woman in her 70s hurried across my view and went straight for the public trash bin and stretched her hand to fish out whatever drink cans she could find. She shoved the cans into a big red plastic bag and rushed off to the next bin.

An elderly couple walked by and the old man whispered to his wife as the old lady went out of sight : “So poor thing,” he said in dialect.

Sitting there with my laptop and some of Singapore’s best food in my stomach, I could not help but see the contrast between my life and hers.

And recently, the void deck in my Bishan block has been getting very messy with rubbish strewn around everywhere. At first I thought it was inconsiderate residents who refuse to dump their rubbish properly in the bulk rubbish bin.

But I later realized that it was “scavengers” like the Tiong Bahru lady who were just grabbing whatever raw materials they could to make a living. They didn’t care about the mess they were leaving behind. They had to beat the other scavengers to it.

Who’s cleaning up their mess? The two cleaners in charge of our few blocks are both very old (at least in their 70s). One has a terrible skin condition and the other shuffles along as his legs cannot go any faster.

My 8-year-old son Isaac, God bless him, always has a heart for the two cleaners and will never fail to say “Hi” to them every morning. So do a few other residents. Many, like me, feel shy and don’t know what to say when we encounter the cleaners.

When I was a kid, I remember asking my mum – where are all the beggars? She said firstly, to never give them any money or you risk encouraging their begging behavior (typical Singaporean mentality at work there) and that the government will always round them up to put them out of sight.

These days, I’m seeing more beggars and scavengers around. In a country that is overflowing with wealth in its public coffers, why is there such a distinct and disadvantaged underclass?

And every morning, I take the MRT, and it’s not long before you spot ungracious behavior. Much has been said about our inability to give up seats, give way on the roads, or just be nice to each other. Is this the price we have paid for in the pursuit of success and self-interest, I ponder daily.

(Well if I get the opportunity, I will chase someone out of the reserved seat so that more deserving elderly or pregnant person can rest their legs. This vigilante habit started when my wife was pregnant and we were taking the train together to work.)

If you read my old archives on growing up in Balestier, you’d know that my mum’s family was deeply rooted in the area. Today it is all shophouses and spanking condos, but in my grandfather’s time, it was mostly vegetation and plantations. I grew up among traders, temple workers, and many gamblers, and I consider it a privilege, rather than having some sterile childhood in a HDB flat.

Everyone knew every face in our Balestier area, and everyone eked out a living the hard and honest way. OK, except maybe for the bookies and gambling den owners. And though my mum never knew (I hope), the temple folks there did not see anything wrong in teaching a five-year-old kid how to smoke – because what the heck right – kids will be kids, and it’s never too early to experiment. It’s probably the Chinese equivalent of kampung spirit.

Fast forward to today, and we are living in a clean, 5-room flat in Bishan. I’ve studied hard, I’ve worked hard, and I earn a decent living to feed my wife and kids. I’ve got all the small gadgets and toys that I’ve always wanted, because I’ve earned my keep. My mum (now in heaven) did a lot to ensure that her children would have bright futures but all that hard work could have brought on her fatal cancer.

She bought this Bishan flat in 1986, and though it’s now worth 6 times the original price, I have no intention to “upgrade” because it’s good enough and you won’t get a big condo with the prices being the way they are now.

By all means, I’m contented, and largely because God tells me to be contented with my lot.

So I know progress when I see it. We lived through it.

Now with all the progress, can you blame me for feeling uneasy when I see the elderly scavengers, the lack of social graces in public and the amount of suffering children go through in school with their unreasonable workloads and mental pressures?

My children hardly watch TV, not because we disallow them, but because they simply have so much homework or revision work to do. They don’t have the same carefree childhood that we used to enjoy just 20 years ago, and perhaps it’s good (in a perverse way) they don’t know how much easier things used to be.

Some people tell me that this is inevitable as Singapore is a modern, developed country. “Oh, the students in Korea, Hong Kong and Taiwan also face a lot of stress! Don’t you know they keep all the disabled and the old at home in some countries so as to hide their existence?”

Perhaps.

But perhaps we can do better as a bunch of people living together.

This past two weeks has seen much rhetoric and tussle for the hearts and minds of the people with the General Elections 2011.

It’s fascinating how the PAP has been shaken into making meek apologies, and the Opposition has never been stronger in taking the moral high ground and whipping crowds into a frenzy. Like many others, I’ve watched with amusement as key politicians suddenly feel the ground disappear beneath them and find the past five, ten, twenty years of their work coming home to roost. It’s difficult to talk to the middle/lower class about fixing the income gap when you’re being paid over a million dollars with no visible penalty for glaring mistakes.

I’m been heartened to see so much good writing suddenly appear on my Facebook wall, with people pouring out their hopes, their anger, their dreams, and their bitterness. I’ve seen the mainstream media struggle inwardly against years of self-censorship and Government influence. I’ve enjoyed the outburst of creativity with countless social satires and biting criticism of election rhetoric.

Yet, all the talk in the run up to the elections don’t concern me so much as what I’ve mentioned about at the beginning of this post.

The bottom line is that there’s something not right with our society today.

We have cast aside values of honor, sportsmanship, graciousness, and kindness in our hurtling race towards being number one in the things that matter to a small minority.

We have cast our eyes away at the misery of other people, affirming that it’s not our problem to deal with.

We can criticise the Gahmen for being arrogant and self-serving, and always thinking it is right, but if you catch my drift above, aren’t many of us like that too?

You would have read many blog posts or articles telling you to vote with your hearts and your brains. You would have decided if the mainstream media was biased or objective. You might have attended rallies where political parties tried to tell you what you should be thinking and how you should be voting.

At this point, I’m really thinking – We should also look into a mirror and ask ourselves how did we become like this.

And what should we do about it?

Being media literate during the elections

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Mr Chiam See Tong during GE 2011, by Bob Lee

I’m thankful for the work of great photographers like my friend Bob Lee, who took this photo of Opposition veteran Chiam See Tong during his elections campaign. Mr Chiam suffered a stroke some years ago, and the physical effects are obvious to everyone. However, it has not diminished any of his passion for politics or the people.

This photograph speaks more to me than all the rhetoric over the airwaves or grassy fields.

Whether it is photos like the one above, or Youtube videos, it is heartbreaking to see this brave man trudge on despite his health and the odds. It doesn’t matter which party you support, you watch Mr Chiam and you forget all the “hot topics” and mudslinging happening between the PAP and the Opposition. He also brings immense pride to generations of ACS boys who believe in the same principles of honor, fair play and determination.

The PAP, with all its brilliant minds and water-tight policies, simply have no counter against this man’s emotional appeal. You may not vote for Chiam this elections, but he has (deliberately or not) become the emotional center of this contest and is the antithesis of all that the PAP stands for. The PAP will probably win the majority of the votes, but they cannot win a popularity contest versus this man, because everyone knows his story by heart and it can make a grown man cry. Thus the PAP has been wise to keep silent on Chiam so far – the public backlash would be irreparable.

Bob also took this cool time-lapse photography video on how the Worker’s Party rally filled up over a few hours at Serangoon stadium:

Time-lapse photography of Worker’s Party Rally, Serangoon Stadium. By Bob Lee.

 

To most young people, it’s shocking how many people attend Opposition rallies. (“Even more than the National Day Parade!” quipped my wife).

But if you’ve been involved in previous elections, there’s always been a monster crowd as people stream in from all over the island to see what the Opposition (especially the stronger parties like WP) have to say. It’s just that it was rare to see the mainstream media publish any of these photos in the past, due to either Govt intervention or self-censorship (I suspect it was always more of the latter).

This year, the Straits Times did publish a huge photo of the Hougang crowd who turned up to hear Low Thia Khiang:

opposition crowd

I wasn’t surprised, since any media outlet would look pretty bad if they didn’t publish what was already circulating rapidly on Facebook the very minute the photos were taken by both press and public. PN Balji (former editor of Today) commented on it in his latest editorial.

“Newspapers, TV and radio know they have to cover the elections differently this time round. Or else the eyeballs will dart elsewhere, very likely never to return.”

Few people realize that the mainstream print media’s circulation has remained largely flat as the population has grown – this means that their penetration of the population is dropping. At the same time, make no mistake, nobody reaches more people than the mainstream media. You think that fiery article you shared online is going to help swing the votes? Think again, because it probably won’t reach more than 20% of any electoral base in just exposure alone. Whether the article can persuade the voter, is another question. 

The PAP’s response to the huge crowds (versus their own small crowds, usually made up of their own supporters), was pretty tame. It was the first time though, if I remember correctly, that they’ve responded to the “Big Opposition Crowds” question.

(Home Affairs and Law Minister) Mr Shanmugam said: “In the previous election and elections before that, the rallies of some opposition parties attracted crowds of such size. It’s not unusual by any stretch of the imagination; it’s about the same as what happened in the previous elections. So I’m not sure it’s larger or smaller. The reasons have been given so many times; it had happened in 2001, it had happened in 2006. What the PAP stands for are our track record, what we are going to do, it’s all very clear. But at the same time, there isn’t too much fun and entertainment at PAP rallies either. As for the opposition, I think people are curious as to what they’ve proposed, what they want to do, and people want to listen, which is a good thing.”

Channelnewsasia, 29th April 2011

But if you read the Straits Times as a whole, it still appears pretty pro-PAP as the PAP quotes will always take up the front page and more pages are devoted to the incumbent. Their rationale would often be that this is fair coverage since they have more personalities who can make the news, versus the Opposition.

Well, I’m not here to debate whether that’s right or wrong. I’m more interested in sharing how one can be more media-literate during this critical period when both sides are tussling for your attention, your emotions and your vote.

In the age where different forms of media are bombarding people with an overflow of information, being media-literate is the first step in making the right decision for yourself and your country. After all, the media is where most of us are getting the majority of the information in order for us to make our own value judgments on candidates and policies.

It doesn’t matter whether you read SPH papers, watch Channelnewsasia broadcasts, political blogs and aggregators or just your Facebook and Twitter streams – they are all media and they need to be read in the right way.

What is Media Literacy?

According to Wikipedia:

Education for media literacy often uses an inquiry-based pedagogic model that encourages people to ask questions about what they watch, hear, and read. Media literacy education provides tools to help people critically analyze messages, offers opportunities for learners to broaden their experience of media, and helps them develop creative skills in making their own media messages. Critical analysis can include identifying author, purpose and point of view, examining construction techniques and genres, examining patterns of media representation, and detecting propaganda, censorship, and bias in news and public affairs programming (and the reasons for these). Media literacy education may explore how structural features—such as media ownership, or its funding model — affect the information presented.

In Singapore, I don’t think anyone teaches media literacy in schools. The first time most students encounter this subject is probably in university arts courses, and the immediate effect is that they become leftists and anti-establishment. Oh, the fun of being young and angry.

These past few days, as I switch on my browser on my PC or phone, I’m overwhelmed by the amount of URLs and blog postings that are being shared by my friends on the elections. Some believe it’s a “political awakening” of young Singaporeans, I say it’s just that we’ve never been able to tell everyone our thoughts before without fear of censorship or retribution.

When MM Lee Kuan Yew warns: “If Aljunied decides to go that way, well Aljunied has five years to live and repent.”, I have dozens of friends immediately protesting the use of the word “repent” as a threat and following up by linking articles on why the PAP should not be using such tactics.

When Vivian Balakrishnan touches on the gay background of Vincent Wijeysingha, I see many FB posts on homophobia or Lady Gaga’s Born This Way ad nauseum. (By the way, whether you like it or not, the majority of Singaporeans are conservative and such topics do sway their vote).

It’s become like a Roman gladiator event – every new PAP topic that enters the ring generates howls of disapprovals, no matter their validity. Such hot button topics often solidify people’s pre-existing views, rather than cause them to think WHY these topics were brought up in the first place.

The lack of media literacy and the inability to analyse and deconstruct the massive wave of information, reinforces mob thinking and irrational discourse.

Ok, that sounds cheem. To translate : if you don’t understand what you’re reading and why it was written this way, you will end up following the crowd. 

For example, I have some friends who are staunchly pro-PAP and they are likely to support just about any argument that the PAP puts forth. I have MANY friends who aren’t pro-PAP (ie. it doesn’t mean that they like the Opposition) who find every opportunity to express their feelings on Facebook/Twitter about what the PAP or Opposition just said in the press.

Now it’s weird, but in doing so, everyone has also become a media outlet themselves. That really complicates matters but media literacy helps in this case too. When you know how to filter the noise, you will know which friends have a balanced opinion, and which are just myopic.

So how to be media literate?

Not that tough, my brothers and sisters. Just keep asking yourself every time you read an article or listen to an opinion:

1. Is there sufficient airtime given to the opposing point of view?

2. What are the rationale reasons supporting each side of the argument and which do you agree more with?

3. Most importantly, what is NOT being said is often the more critical issue at hand.

For example, when the Opposition says they should be voted in to be a check and balance in Parliament, I want to ask if they can continue the same level of services for their districts that the PAP can provide. Both macro and micro needs of the people need to be met. I respect Mr Chiam with all my heart, but can his team deliver what is expected of (not merely promised by) them?

The NSP’s superstar Nicole Seah already has nearly 49,000 fans on her Facebook page (she will definitely surpass LKY as Singapore’s most popular online political character this week) and has proven to be an unflappable spokesperson on just about any issue, but can she win over the pragmatic crowd worried about their HDB assets, salaries and job security?

And when the PAP says that it wants to make our education system one of the best in the world, I wonder what it has to say about the UTTERLY UNREASONABLE workloads Primary school students have to suffer through, and losing their childhood playtime in the midst of expensive tuition lessons.

And why is it so convenient that the National Wages Council is recommending pay raises, and that LTA has declared no ERP increases this quarter? Come on lah, you can’t sweeten the ground just like that.

Who Has Your Interests At Heart?

A closing anecdote – I was reading Marvel Civil War over this weekend, and after weeks of intense fighting, espionage and massive casualties between Captain America and Iron Man’s teams (they were arguing over being officially registered with the US Govt), the Cap suddenly surrendered even though his side was winning.

Captain America: “Oh my God.”

Falcon: “What’s wrong?”

Captain America: “They’re right. We’re not fighting for the people anymore, Falcon. Look at us, we’re just fighting.”

See the page here.

It’s just a comic, you say, but how true it rings.

Our history lecturer in school Chiew Seen Kong once told us this classic quote about local politics throughout history: “When elephants fight (or make love, depending on your source), the grass suffers.”.

Sometimes, the grass doesn’t even know what the elephants are fighting about.

I am not a blogger

When I say “I’m not a blogger”, I mean that I’m not a “blogger” the way marketers and PR people like to define a blogger as – someone they can engage with in order to drive awareness for their clients’ products or services. Or an influencer whom they can work with to spread good word of mouth.

Today, an amusing incident occurred when a PR agency asked me to attend a blogger event for a new product launch. There was a big conflict of interest with regards to their client and Microsoft (whom I happen to work for), and perhaps the young PR people didn’t know the nature of this blog.

So let me clarify some things with regards to this website:

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Happy 5th birthday to Empty Vessel

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Five years ago, I quit my violin lessons so I could spend more time with my kids and deal with the stress at work. That was about the time that I started this blog. Fast forward to today, I’m back at my violin (I just cleared my Grade 4 ABRSM exam yay!), and my kids are amazing little monkeys that no longer need me to bottle-feed them.

Ok, I know it sounds weird saying happy birthday to my own website, but only if you knew how many times this blog has been upgraded, made-over, and reached the point of being wiped out by the wrong press of a button. (Usually when upgrading its software innards.)

Geek talk aside, this site has also chronicled the last five years of my life, which has seen massive changes in my employment, my family and my skill set. I can browse back to some old posts and I do feel embarrassed.

Was I so cynical and bitter in my old job? Was I that narrow-minded and ungracious? We change all the time, and I thank God that my changes have been for the better. I thank my amazing colleagues and mentors at Microsoft for being the catalyst for those changes, and of course, my wife and kids for being patient with me all the time.

This site has also been impacted by the rise of Facebook, which is basically where I post most of my daily thoughts and comments and links.

Does that mean this blog is irrelevant? No, because I cannot post long articles (FB just makes it hard to read with its small fonts) nor put up the latest chapter of my Great Novel (which still hasn’t been completed after the initial spurt of writing a year ago).

And I’m still amazed by how I managed to spill out all my forgotten memories of Balestier Road (my old shophouse home) and basically recreate my youth on these pages. Empty Vessel has a way of extracting my deepest feelings in a way that Facebook cannot.

Nevertheless, new blog posts will still be posted automatically to Facebook, and comments on both platforms will appear together, thanks to the Wordbooker plug-in.

Anyway, the new version of this site features some spiffy Google Webfonts that are platform-agnostic (doesn’t seem to work on an iPad though), and a much cleaner layout. I’ve removed the old front page which gives a good overview of my site, mainly because I can’t figure out how to lay it out properly on this WordPress Twenty Ten theme.

Do tell me what you think of the new changes! Thanks for reading all these years!

Should your child go for music lessons?

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I had a very interesting experience at Mandeville today. Our annual ABRSM violin exams are about a month away, and this is the month where there are all sorts of “technique” or “masterclass” sessions for the students to attend.

Detour: I personally feel that the technique classes are not really necessary (they cost extra and are mandatory for all exam-takers) and what was taught in this group lesson should have been covered by students’ respective teachers in the first place. But oh well, I’ve gotten used to the high cost of going to a music school and it doesn’t mean I’ll put up with it forever.

What was interesting tonight was when some of the kids played the A:3 piece from the Grade 4 syllabus – Foulis’ Allegro ma non troppo: 3rd movt from Sonata No. 5 in A they played it rather lifelessly and a bit out of tune.

Now this was a piece I veered away from, because one look at it with its many trills and other ornaments, playing it during an exam was asking for trouble. The kids played it  with little interest, and the teacher asked them: “Do you like this piece?”.

The kids looked glum and shook their heads, and the teacher tried to console them by saying: “Perhaps your teacher thinks that the piece is good for you. But if you don’t like the piece, it’s very obvious from the way you play it!”

This scenario presents the crux of the problem with music lessons for kids. A lot of parents always wring their hands in despair – Should I send my children to music school? Should they take exams every year? What if I can’t keep up with other parents who have children graduating from Grade 8 piano when they’re only 12?

You can probably guess my position on this – stop trying to keep up with the Joneses.

I’ve been blessed with the unique perspective of being a parent who has to go through all these motions that the kids do, because I signed up for violin lessons as an adult.

Often I sympathize with my classmates (all below 12) because most of the kids don’t want to be in the class, and some of the stuff they have to learn is really not easy, even for adults. I envy the kids who are naturally musical and have perfect pitch, but these are rare occurrences. Most kids really find music class to be a chore, even if they don’t say it out loud.

Here’s some things we parents all need to think about before we put our kids in any music class.

1. Why take music lessons?

If you ask a parent this and ask him/her to think hard about it, they may not be able to come up with an answer they fully understand.

The common answers are probably “So my son can play music!” “So they can pick up a useful skill!” “So they might know if one day they can be a professional musician!”

The answers are all valid, but really, what is the value of a musical education? First and foremost, I believe it is for a person to appreciate music, more than just to play it well. One can always appreciate music by listening to it, but I think there comes a point where you want to be able to engage with the music as well, and that’s when the education begins. For me, it was wanting to engage, and also fueled by my desire to learn a new skill/hobby.

Most kids are forced into music classes without even knowing why, and some end up hating the instruments that they are imposed with. If a child loathes going for classes, then all is lost.

You might say, “But kids hate going to school too! So it’s the same thing when they go for music class. They’ll appreciate it later”.

Now general education is mandatory, and in SG, it’s actually against the law to stop your kids from going to school. Yet to compare music lessons to going to primary school is comparing apples and oranges. Everyone needs to learn their ABCs and Math to survive in the world, but music is not mandatory.

Music, like art, is rooted in appreciation first and foremost. Most people know that they might not be great artists or musicians, but at least they can enjoy great pieces.

Now if you know you can’t be an F1 driver, would you keep telling yourself that you should work towards it? It’s the same with music – many parents believe that their kids can become great, successful people in life if they happened to go for music classes, but appreciation does not necessarily lead to any other tangible result save for a happy spirit.

It’ll be awesome if all schools had music appreciation classes (in ACJS, we did) but you know the SG education system – if it can’t be tested, let’s not bother with it.

2. Why take music exams?

The most remarkable thing about going to a music school is how everything seems to be centred around taking exams. For example, for the past five months, I’ve been playing little apart from my three ABRSM exam pieces and scales/arpeggios.

It’s not a bad thing you know.

I’ve been taking lessons for nearly a decade (with a 3-year break in between to look after Isabel when she was born), and this G4 exam is only my second. I realized that I had to take the exam in order to benchmark my skill level, rather than playing “for leisure” all the time.

Doing the latter meant that I had little discipline to get certain techniques right, or even learn my scales. I wasn’t progressing at the rate that I was satisfied with.

The upcoming practical exam also encouraged me to take up a crash course in music theory, because I didn’t understand what my teacher was referring to when it came to dominant sevens, minor relative scales or clashing chords. The music theory classes are painful (so much homework!), but I truly appreciate them.

Yet so many parents make their children take exams because they think it’s the be all and end all of music education. For goodness sake, wake up your idea lah, if your kids have so many exams at school, why stress them further with annual music exams?

The most important thing is for kids to progress in music at their own pace, and as agreed with their music teacher. Music exams are a form of benchmarking current skill and experience levels, NOT simply a process that everyone has to go through at a fixed time schedule.

You’re not a lesser person if you haven’t gone for Grade XX by age YY you know!

3. What instrument to learn first?

Without hesitation, I’d tell you that kids should learn the piano first. Till today, I only know the violin and I’ve suffered for it – a lot of music theory is best taught using the piano. And I often have trouble reading the bass clef because the violin only needs the treble clef!

Scales are also easier to learn on the piano. If your piano is properly tuned, hitting the right keys always produces the right tones. On a violin, I wouldn’t know better because it’s all about the right finger position. So as a beginner, I could play a scale out of tune and not even know it until someone points it out.

Furthermore, in higher music education, violin students are required to know how to play the piano. At least that’s what my teacher had to go through.

4. Who’s teaching the class?

Parents always fret over this – is the teacher good or lousy?

I think it’s near impossible to tell unless the parent happens to be a musician in the first place. It’s not just about how nice or patient the teacher is – the ability to impart the right set of skills is paramount.

For example, my first violin teacher was really quite inadequate. He was exam-focused, and never ensured that I got my fundamentals of tone and fingering right. Till today, under my current teacher, I’m still fixing a lot of bad playing habits that were not corrected under the previous teacher and were allowed to become entrenched in my overall technique.

Goy often points out that there are many kids who don’t bend their fingers right when playing the piano, and that results in poor tone especially on high-end pianos. Again, it’s due to poor teaching techniques. But how can other parents possibly tell?

This is where I really have no proper advice to dish out. I’m fortunate to have married a wife with a music diploma, and to be also going through the same music education process myself. We can probably tell a lousy music teacher from a mile away.

What should really ring your alarm bells though, is when a teacher is not interested in helping your child improve his fundamentals, but simply doing enough to pass the exam.

Some teachers lack passion, and are in it only for the salary, and this is common across any sort of education. Your challenge as a parent is whether you’re able to detect these sort of teachers early on.

5. Is my child talented? 

Let’s face it, a normal kid with 1000 hours of practice could never best a musical genius with less playing time. Practice makes perfect but everyone has different aptitude and skills.

If your kid tries his best and still doesn’t do well in music, just move on and find out where his talent really lies. I personally believe everyone is talented in at least one thing – it’s just a matter of whether they’re given the opportunity to discover, and then develop it. Forcing them to continue music when their bandwidth or skill limits have been busted is not only unhelpful, it generates genuine resentment in the child.

That said, I really wish I was a musical genius instead of some adult with hands that are not long enough to play with ease Open-mouthed smile.  

Hong Kong and my milestones in life

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Hong Kong will always have a special place in my heart, because every time I visit this chaotic city, it has been for significant milestone events in my life, and usually with people that I love and cherish.

Every time I come back, I find that I have changed once again as a person, and the life that I was leading when I last visited, always seems so distant and faint as the future ignites before me.

How did it start?

In 1994, when we were 17, we came to HK as the ACJC Dragonboat team to participate in the annual dragonboat races. We not only won the student category, we qualified for the national finals and came in 2nd after the HK Police team (or was it the firemen team?).

We were young, strong, and largely immature about everything we believed we were wise about. I only knew the concept of winning gloriously, but not knowing humility in victory. We would win the race like heroes, but come back and be humiliated by our uncaring teacher-supervisors in front of the school assembly for our youthful mischief and rebelliousness.

But we’ve since forgotten all the unhappiness, because what a time it was, with friends like Derek Cher (God bless his soul), Weizheng, Pok, Ronald, Ben Lim, Naveen, Zhenyao, Jerry, Andrew Lim and Teong and so many others who remain great friends till today.

In 1997 or 1998, a few of the Dragons like Pok, Ronald, Derek and me came up to HK to gallivant after completing our NS stint. I had just become a Christian and was struggling to understand my faith and what I had to do, and I remember having long and serious conversations with Pok and Ronald on theology and humanity, young as we were. Derek, on the other hand, was obsessed with finding a particular shirt from G2000 or Benetton, and we must have visited every outlet in town. We also had long debates on whether to visit Lantau Island, and we never did.

In 2000, I was starting out in photojournalism, bursting with incredible passion for photography. In fit of madness, I told myself that I would stop using the crappy Nikons that SPH made me use, and that I would outfit myself with the best Canon lenses I needed to be successful in my photojournalism career. I did a quick trip to HK, met up with photo.net friends like Bill Akata and Lee Hoyin, and they accompanied me to buy Canon L lenses at Man Shing in Mong Kok.

At that time, Canon L lenses were 20-25% cheaper in HK and the savings paid for the trip. I still own those lenses, but the burning passion was lost somewhere along the way. I since learned not to make a particular passion my whole job, but to leverage on it instead.

In 2004, my boss Ooi Boon nominated me for the Local Journalist award in the Society of Publishers of Asia annual ceremony, and to all our surprise, I actually clinched it for the regional photojournalism work I had done in Vietnam, Thailand, and Singapore. SOPA is based in HK and so I came up to collect my prize in a nice ballroom ceremony along with other SPH journalists.

I was halfway through my SPH scholarship stint and this win was a huge encouragement to continue investing in a media career, but deep in my heart, I knew I didn’t really want to be a journalist in the long term. I struggled with this until 2007 when I finally left SPH and found greater happiness in Microsoft.

What was really great about this particular trip was that I listened to Faye Wong day and night, and fell in love with her music, albeit a decade too late (she was semi-retired by then).

I can’t place the exact date, but it was also around this period that I brought Goy to HK to go on a big foodie tour, and we had this ridiculously expensive crab that was so not worth the money (or wait for the dish to arrive). There were other agendas on our mind as well Smile

And after a hiatus of about 5 years, I’m back in Hong Kong again with my Microsoft team for our annual kickoff. Here, I learned of the new role I have at work – I’m going to focus on driving the PC peripherals business in Singapore, a great development opportunity after having done marcoms and PR in the region for the past 3 years.

What made the trip really fun was some of the spare time spent walking around Mongkok with my room mate David Tse, who shares my love for toys, gadgets and our focus on our families. And of course, all the great friends I’ve made within our SEA and Korea team are here too.

I can tell you it’s hard to find so many capable, experienced and good-natured people in the same room, and for that I give thanks.

I may not stay in Hong Kong, but as I look back on the past 16 years, HK has uniquely marked how I’ve changed in my outlook on life and work, on eternity and God. Like how a parent would mark the height of his child on a wall, HK has marked how my life has shifted like tectonic plates.

But some things never change – the wanton mee is always so fresh, and I always make a pilgrimage to Victoria’s Peak and relive those days of 1994 when we were so young and free of worldly worries.

We were AC Dragons and we would win the biggest race of our lives, only to learn later that it was far easier than everything else that was to come.

Below: Other pictures I took with my trusty Oly Pen during a morning solitary walk on 14 July 2010. As a photojournalist, I used to enjoy long solitary walks with my camera bag. Now older, wiser, and in better mastery of my craft, I steadfastly follow the Zen of photography and take pictures only when the scene calls for it.

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