Wednesday, April 28, 2010

I love you.

Awesome. Second and last paper is over. Helloooooooo freedom!

In the meantime, haha darling, you still need to work hard on those textbooks. Just clench your teeth and mug through it. Your last exam will be over before you know it.

And I believe that you will achieve all that you have set out to do. I believe in you, I believe in our Lord Jesus that you will walk into the exam hall overflowing with wisdom and blessings.

Jiayou, darling!

I love you :)

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Don't Work. Be Hated. Love Someone.

-----Written by Adrian Tan, author of The Teenage Textbook (1988), was the guest-of-honour at a recent NTU convocation ceremony. This was his speech to the graduating class of 2008.----

I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It’s a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.

My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practising at home during conversations between her and me.

On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.

Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is always the wife.

And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when you’ve already won her heart, you don’t need to win every argument.

Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already be married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be married. Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be married many, many times. Good for you.

The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You’re done learning.

You’ve probably been told the big lie that “Learning is a lifelong process” and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters’ degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers. Don’t you think there is some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of learning, after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to be repeat customers.

The good news is that they’re wrong.

The bad news is that you don’t need further education because your entire life is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of you. You’re in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.

I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean the average life span of a group of people. But I’m here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.

You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra and Japan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in those countries, and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common: our football teams are all hopeless. There’s very little danger of any of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the World Cup. Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and restful nap.

Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they need to spend in the bathroom.

So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you’ll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper.

Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they’re 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn’t meet their life expectancy.

I’m here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy.

After all, it’s calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average.

Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that, as graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much.

That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste.

If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you don’t need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare you to be average.

LIFE'S A MESS

What you should prepare for is mess. Life’s a mess. You are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.

Don’t expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows.

What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.

Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free.

RESIST THE TEMPTATION TO GET A JOB. INSTEAD, PLAY.

The most important is this: do not work.

Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable.

Work kills. The Japanese have a term “Karoshi”, which means death from overwork. That’s the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there’s nothing left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust.

There’s a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are “making a living”. No, they’re not. They’re dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.

People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan “Arbeit macht frei” was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense.

Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.

Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.

I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn’t do that, I would’ve been in some other type of work that still involved writing fiction – probably a sports journalist.

So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don’t imagine you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I’ll go further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher.

Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an obsession. Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don’t, you are working.

Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I’m not asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence.

In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror.

BE HATED.

I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be hated.

It’s not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross.

One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it’s often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one’s own convictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role. There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.

LOVE ANOTHER HUMAN BEING.

The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.

I didn’t say “be loved”. That requires too much compromise. If one changes one’s looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone.

Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We’ve taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work – the only kind of work that I find palatable.

Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.

Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn’t happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.

You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.

You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.

Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don’t, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.

Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.

Damn friggin' cool.

Monday, April 26, 2010

I love you.

Wow the first day of exams is over le! And I'm done with half of my papers hahaha. But ok la.

CONCENTRATE ON YOUR TEXTBOOKS/NOTES/WEBCASTS/WHATHAVEYOUNOT!!!

Pray. Then study study study!

I am sure that you will achieve everything that you want to, and your grades will be better than what you thought you would get.

With such a mighty God, who can do anything less than perfect through him? ;)

Jiayou jiayou!!

And, I love you :)

The most awesome mother ever

Sitting at one of the Starbucks in Suntec, trying to get some readings into my head, with this Caucasian family at the table next to mine.

Big tall daddy and two beautiful daughters. Mum buying coffee at the counter.

Elder daughter was playing with baby sister when suddenly baby sister fell with a loud thud. Dad got really angry and shouted "This is the last. time. you lift Layla!" Big girl returned with a look saying she knew she was in trouble but wasn't sure why.

Mum at the counter just turns around like everyone else in the shop then goes back to queueing for her coffee.

Dad picks baby sister up and kissed and cuddled her while she screamed her lungs out. Elder sister sat by the side stunned by the racket. "Do NOT pick Layla up." Dad repeated.

Mum collects coffee and walks over to the table, speaking in a low voice to dad in a long string of Spanish. She carries screaming baby and starts humming to her while squatting near the table so big girl could come over and sayang her baby sister.

Screaming baby immediately quietens down and dad picks big girl up and talks to her softly while mum cuddles baby to sleep. Both parents kiss the elder sister while talking to her.

I don't know what the Spanish meant but I'd like to think it was along the lines of "Don't frighten the girls. Come, let me carry Layla."

If only my parents were like that

Friday, April 23, 2010

I love you.

Hello Darling,

How have you been? How many days has it been? I miss you terribly.

That night, I told you everything because I didn't want to keep anything from you. I want you to be my boyfriend and my best friend; the first person I think of no matter what happens, the last person I'd stop loving whatever it is.

I don't know how to tell you how much you mean to me, or prove in any way how you can trust me. I can't explain very clearly why I did what I did back then - it is a memory I have chosen to seal off. Re-opened it only to let you know what I think you should know.

I am very happy that there is nothing else I am hiding from you, but sad that your heart should ache over me.

You are the only one in my eyes and I cannot emphasise that enough. No one else can take me away from you, no one else matters to me anymore.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

But I don't know how else to tell you that. I love you.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

I love you.

He seems to be the first thing on my mind every morning. That night by the river, that evening with the roses, that dinner and the many days before. I can't forget his tears, his smile, his eyes, his touch, his sincerity. He has taken over me entirely.

This is the third day I can't tell him how much I love him.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

I love you.

His face showed up in my dreams again.

Today is the second day I can't tell him how much I love him.


Let me just say what I want to tell him here.

Good morning, let's jiayou together for exams!

Thank you for coming into my life. I love you.

Wake up wake up! It's the afternoon already.

Stop slacking! Go study..

I love you.

Monday, April 19, 2010


I love you.

I am fast losing my mind. His face shows up in every thought I have, his words and his reassurance constantly floating into my consciousness. I have entirely lost the coolness I thought I would have.

The knife in me got pushed in deeper. I saw our lost connection clear as day.

This is only the first day I can't tell him how much I love him.

I love you

I never thought I could want so much to be with someone. I woke up smelling whiffs of his scent, feeling the touch of his absent hand, missing the tightness of his hug.

Today is the first day I can't tell him how much I love him.

I love you.

If I could do it all over again, I would still make the same choices. But I wish I knew how to ease his pain.

I am very surprised how I didn't feel much when the names came in; me with my ugly eyes, useless assistant leader, always talking nonsense, stupid bitch, cheap slut.. I don't like it. Teared when slut came out the first time. But I only wish I knew how to wipe away his tears.

The world is celebrating for me now. And I don't know how to tell them that I am on the brink of losing the love of my life.

But I'm not panicking. I'm not afraid. I don't have hopes. I don't know what will happen. But I'm not scared. I know, very clearly, that all I want is to be able to continue loving him.

Sitting there by the river, looking at the two cockroaches feeding, amazed at how I wasn't inclined to leave at all, I just felt that it didn't matter anymore. Didn't matter what our path will be from now onwards. As long as I could continue loving him.

I really dreaded asking him if he wanted a break, because I was beyond afraid he would take it. But I knew it had to come when he asked me that last question.

My past is my past is my past. I am not proud of it, but I am not ashamed of it. I have done things to betray myself, but I've come out of it, and I am the same as I was before I got attached in JC.

I really wish I can brush it off and be the carefree person I want to be. But I find myself totally paralysed with him. I am afraid when he says he's turned off, afraid when he face suddenly turns serious, afraid when he looks down and stays silent, afraid that everytime we meet it would be the last time ever.

I know this time round there is no more "what ifs!". He won't.

I have never been so hesitant in telling my friends about this person who was chasing me, or got so frustrated trying to find answers, or been so fucking indecisive whether or not to trust this person and take the leap of faith.

But his eyes convinced me.

He would be my choice if all the most eligible bachelors in the world were after me, and he would be my choice if not one single living thing gave a shit about me.

I've fallen in deep, and I can't be bothered to climb out.

I just want to continue loving him.

He gave me courage, but I broke his self-esteem.

Now I just want to know how I can help him build it back again.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Applications CLOSED. for real



Thank you, darling blog stalker

Thursday, April 15, 2010

koini ochite

I've fallen too deeply in and I know it. It's a ridiculous mixture of security and apprehension. I want to do so many things and I can't wait. But what if! Again..

I wished the scars from three years ago had disappeared. I wished the fears would go away.

I was so moved when the sms came in, and felt so strongly to just follow the urge and reply. Simply. But what if.. again..

I hate you. I hate myself. I hate the coward in me.

I just want to be brave again.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Nostalgia again.

I was walking the corridors of a hall today. Smelled the same air-freshener, and the same room purifier. The location was Temasek Hall, but it brought me back straight to Sheares Hall. Sheares Hall, level 4 to be exact.

I miss walking down the corridor and saying hi to anyone's door which is opened. I miss shouting out to my neighbours my safe arrival back to my room. I miss the smells and sounds of a lazy afternoon in hall.

My dreams of running away have returned.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

sixth sense

You know how sometimes in life you bump into someone you wished you never knew..? And then you try your best to put him out of your mind and hope you never see him again.

But then one day out of nowhere you suddenly get this bad premonition that he'll appear again all of a sudden and your mind races through the thousand and one possible scenarios that might happen in the unfortunate occasion that you do meet.

Thank goodness those thousand and one scenarios never happened.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Singlish

Is it any wonder that Singaporeans would have our own brand of English?

This foreign language that belongs to none of us, yet forcibly injected into our legal and education systems.

Even in China where Chinese is the language of birth, there are hundreds of dialects and variations; how can we expect Singaporeans, who learnt the language from scratch in one generation to speak and write English without a sprinkle of our background?

Singlish is what makes us Singaporean. It's our shared history, culture and unspoken words. It gives meaning to the single "Yes", and life to "I agree with you".

So why, really, clamp it down?

All that matters is that we know how to keep it back when we're talking to others who are not us right?

Friday, February 26, 2010

What is my worth?

I just received another disappointing result today. I fear.

Modules now are focused on projects, essay assignments and individual work. I can't seem to score the 90-odd percent so common in the past.

I am very afraid. Beyond MCQs, mathematics and simple short answers, am I really nothing more?

Am I letting my true worth be decided by a few grades that will last only my first job?

I know what atrocities I can do when I don't put in any effort. But I am beginning to wonder what can I do when I do put in effort.

Something is misdirected somewhere. Father, what is it?

Saturday, February 20, 2010

The man in the green room

I remember when I was in upper secondary or junior college, I would notice this person sitting at his table in a room painted apple pastel green in the block opposite mine. I would be able to see him from my living room, and he would still be at the table around 1 plus.

Two years in hall and I forgot about him. Instead, I noticed if my neighbours were sleeping, and if the horns at the port were blaring tonight.

Two years later I'm back at home, working late into the night, procrastinating as usual. (I'm seriously a night person la. I should just stop pretending.)

He still sits at the table. Sometimes his kids or wife would come in and talk to him for a while. But he remains at the table. I always wonder what he is doing, or not doing.

Like me tonight, whoever has been noticing this long-haired girl at her table in her peach-coloured room. I am blogging, not writing my &$#@! essay.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

ANTS

Deep in the ghettos of District 3, a small wet market slowly comes to life. Fishmongers displaying their fish and butchers preparing the meat for the day.

A stock man saunters towards a junction of stores. Store owners looked up from their chores as the man came to a stop at the centre.

In a powerful voice he pointed at each of them and commanded "ANTS!"

Heads quickly bowed and fast fingers worked in acknowledgement.

In two minutes, every person was holding out a small bag of their wares for the burly man.

Familiar glances and knowing smiles passed through their faces as he went around collecting the bags.

Community.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

74 bus uncle went on strike

Uncle, WHY??