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Wrath! And the Pebbles Bouncing on the Marble Flooring of the S’pore Sphere – A Metaphor

A photo taken at a zoo in Hong Kong ... these animals have a very nice "voice".

To my readers who may have heard recent shocking news with regards to the brand new Association of Bloggers (Singapore) , well, I am still the secretary who intend to see this through (read my new theme for 2009) together with EastCoastLife.  I believe that challenges and obstacles are there to propel us forward, setbacks are there for us to see how badly we want that something, and if we want it bad enough, the entire universe will conspire to make it happen.  These are borrowed ideas from Paulo Coelho and Randy Pausch.  Those who have worked with me know my style.  Some see a wall and they stop.  I see a wall and find a way to crash through it.  Mark my words: AB(S) is re-grouping for round 2.

Democracy Comes with a Price

Recent events in my life trigger a recollection of an episode that happened last year, in a different setting, rather unrelated to these recent events.  Nevertheless, it has been in my to-blog list for quite some time.

In as much as I wish to see myself as a coffee boy, I am not.  But somehow, during those weeks of working with an International crowd flying from all over the world and into Malaysia, my priority then seemed to evolve around coffee in the morning and the food that we served.  Noises on the ground seemed to have a life on its own, an infectious fire that moved from the topic of workshop logistics to the aggressive inquisition on the leadership’s decisions previous made (read previous blog entry, quite a funny read).  Everybody wants to make decisions, but who is going to do the work?

One evening, my then project director of an African origin looked at me with his usual fatherly eyes, a look that has calmed many turbulent situations throughout the course of our project, and he shook his head and said, “Democracy comes with a price”.  I concurred.  When everybody is talking and nobody is working, when the directions and decisions set by the leaders are in a perpetual cycle of questioning and debate, nothing moves.  [Too much] democracy hinders progress.  Like most established organizations, a good level of chain-of-command is good.

One Message Different Delivery

Recent observation in life triggers my thought on how one single message can be delivered in different ways that has such a high contrast of shock and awe versus nurture with hope.  Hypothetically, I could make a sweeping statement saying that, “Singaporeans complain a lot, too much for the good of our progression of […]”.  I could hypothetically quote examples from my personal experience working overseas, perhaps add on my friend’s true story as well.   This good old friend of mine leads teams within a call center located in Malaysia handling calls from the region.  Let me tell you, he dreads calls from Singapore.  Specifically, Singapore.

That statement probably won’t sit too well with the public.  Hence, the hypothesis.

Alternatively I could quote the late American professor Randy Pausch’s Last Lecture and promote the idea of “Don’t complain, just work harder” (somehow there is an unspoken rule saying that whatever you write is less credible than quoting from other people).  And hope that someone listens.  Hope that people realize that they can be much stronger without being consumed by the negative energy of complaining just a tad too much.

Whether it works or not, at least I have done my part.  Share this with someone: don’t complain, just work harder.

On the Photo in This Blog

When I was studying in Hong Kong, I enjoyed studying at the Zoo located just a stone’s throw from my school in the morning and in the afternoon.  The serenity has its charm.  Once in while, animals from one cage would start to – for lack of a better word – make a lot of loud noises and that would trigger animals from another cage to do likewise.  The next cage, and the next.  Soon, there would be a symphony of animals’ calling that I could immerse into.  Suddenly, the zoo seems alive.  Some noises are just music to the my ears.

I took this photo during my trip to Hong Kong last December.  I wish the animals were not caged like those in Singapore Zoo.  Here is a close-up of that photo with high key effect.  If you see some shadow at the foreground, you are not seeing things.  It’s the cage.

A Close-up

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A Series of Interviews – Of Blogging and Journalism (So I Have a Digital Badge)

I don’t know which is more mentally challenging, the competition or the interviews thereafter.  Fortunately, my mind was very much heightened with the essence of at least two chickens I took in the morning.  One reporter pulled me outside for an interview.  Well, I had no clue that when she asked me the first question, it was meant to be a warm up.  So after I poured my heart and soul in answering that first question, she pulled out her camera and said, “Let’s do the video recording now.”

Ah ha

One reporter traveled from Malaysia and I have to be nice!  Besides, it is still my dream to have my band playing gigs in Kuala Lumpur.  Ha ha ha.

But seriously, all my answers are from the bottom of my heart.  Journalists are the smart, hardworking, and observant ones.  You really can’t trick them.

Many friends after sending in the congratulations (thank you!), they would ask what kind of questions I was being asked.  I won’t repeat what I have already covered in my previous post.  Will I blog about the event?  Sure.  And I told them that I had two versions in mind: Yes We Made It and No We Didn’t.  Will there be another blogger competition like this?  BRANDS should absolutely continue this effort.  I would if I was the CEO or MD of BRANDS.  BRANDS could easily own the mental competition branding as the pioneer of the event.

Why wouldn’t they?  No brainer really.

What do you get the most from this event?  It has to be the great opportunity of meeting the bloggers in person, both in Singapore and Malaysia.  Is it that big a deal to meet the bloggers?  Sure.  There is only that much you can know about someone from what you read.  The texture of the personality tends to be one dimensional.  Yes, face-to-face is still the best way to bond.

Blogging versus Journalism

Of all the questions thrown at me after that intensive mental experiment competition, the questions of when and why did I start blogging and my view of blogging versus journalism – new media versus traditional media of newspaper, magazine, radio, and television – are the most challenging ones.

If you take away the obvious, going back to the basic, these outcomes from different media channels are all stemmed from the passion to write, are they not?  The desire to observe and to share is imbued in all of us.  Some choose the path to transform thoughts and observations into words; some take pictures that speak to people’s heart; some paint; music is written because of this desire; and others choose to converse.

I consider myself a writer before a blogger.  Blogosphere is one of the by products of the big bang of the Internet era.  Technology changes the way we connect, the way we get our hands onto information.  Sharing information is king while keeping information may not in many instances.  In this era of virtual connectivity, suddenly all those who write and share online become bloggers.  But peeling away the label and going back to basic, both journalist and blogger have a passion to observe, to write, and to share.

It would be naïve to imagine that the landscape of journalism will be the same with the ever evolving, ever expanding blogosphere.  Many consumers these days are more knowledgeable than the salesmen inside the stores who may not even use the products they sell (trust me, that’s the very first question I ask).  Many travelers these days bypass the travel agencies, plan and book their own tour routes and means.  There will be more readers out there taping onto the Internet to look for what they wish to read, blurring the line of censorship and control.  Maybe the most up-to-the-second information, maybe independent views, maybe keeping constant touch with a personality admired is more intimate than reading the celebrity news.  I personally have stopped reading product reviews from the traditional media long time ago.  Whatever the reasons are to be, we only have 24 hours a day.  An hour spent touring the blogosphere is an hour less to do something else.

Future journalists will have to be a lot smarter, revealing insights that awe the audience.  The future of the blogosphere is bright and promising, as we are marching towards affordable mobile broadband access and the convergence of how small a computer can get and how rich in functionality a hand held device can be; and as we the bloggers gain enough critical mass to make a difference, to compliment the traditional media.

“Bonus” Materials

Enough of deep thoughts.  Here are extra photos taken during the event.  Big thanks again to my new friends at Burson-Marsteller – Selena, Genevieve, Matthew, and Ingmar.  Also, don’t miss a lovely article written by Deborah Choo at Youth.sg.  Those pictures crack me up big time!  Thanks Deborah.  And BRANDS has posted an article too!

Related Entry: Team Singapore Won BRANDS Blogger Challenge, And I Was There

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Comic Relief – 5 Ways to Beat Electricity Price Hikes (And You Don’t Have to Sweat About It)

By now, you must have read 101 ways on how to cut back on this and that to save $$.  But do we have to go down that path?  All we need are some workable innovative ideas.  Something sustainable, something … fun.

What triggered my thought is probably this.  I have done what I can comfortably do (and no, I still love my air con) and yet I am slammed with this new 20%+ hike that cancels out all my effort.  If you are new to Singapore, our utility board actually charts our usage for us and tells us how far off we are from the national average.  As you can see, my usage has a downward trend, sort of.

#1 Office Electricity is Free (Duh!)

As duh as it sounds, we don’t pay for the electricity bill in the office.  It is already factored into the reduction of our salaries.  Most people I reckon reach home at 7pm, sleep at midnight.  So there is a window of 5 hours worth of light and air-con bills you have to pay for.  Imagine this.  Why not stay in the office for an extra hour to enjoy the air-con and light and pretend to work while browsing WilfridWong.com?  Your boss may even promote you for your dedication to work.  That is a 20% saving my friend.

Note: Feel free to replace the word office with library if that makes more sense to you.

#2 Make Love Not Waste Electricity

You may consider this if #1 has a negative impact to your work life balance.  And in conjunction, you can even achieve a 40% saving!  Unless you are the type who prefer to spend your romantic moments with your partner in your bedroom as bright as the F1 circuit in Singapore, chances are you will be able to save an hour worth of light and TV electricity bills on a near-daily basis.  If you need advice on how to extend your performance, there is even a book titled “How to Make Love All Night: And Drive a Woman Wild!” – 4 stars in Amazon.com.

Note: If #2 is not feasible for you, think of some candle light activities (perhaps get more sleep?)

#3 Blog (or Read) 20% Faster

Like it or not, our computers consume a lot of electricity.  My PC at full load consumes 650W of power – more than half of an electrical iron’s consumption.  And if you are busy procreating (#2), you may need to speed up your time with the Internet anyway.

#4 Buy a HDD Recorder

Asking you to cut down on watching TV is just duh.  I know.  So I am not going to.  Instead, buy a hard disk TV recorder especially if you happen to win that 60″ plasma TV from EastCoastLife.  Your favorite “Desperate Housewives” may take up 1 hour of air time but if you filter out the commercials, it is only a 45 mins entertainment.  Time-shift the program and fast forward all the commercials!  Viola.  This shortens the time you are in front of the TV while getting the same amount of entertainment.

#5 Fly Budget

I know, this tip seems a bit out of place but I do wish to earn some spare $$.  Besides, if I do win the Tiger Airways contest, I will have a pair of free tickets to a destination of my pick.  Every saving counts.

So I need to write about my most memorable holiday.  That is easy.  It has got to be my trip to Mount Kinabalu last March.  If you haven’t read my all time highest hit article, here is the chance.  I have included some pictures to share below.

Tiger Airways is currently celebrating its 4th anniversary by having a special birthday fares starting from S$0.04 to various destinations.

Tiger Airways is Asia Pacific’s true low fare airline. It offers passengers not only one of the lowest possible airfares in the market, but safe, reliable and convenient point-to-point air travel as well. Tiger Airways now flies to more than 27 destinations across 9 countries in Asia-Pacific on a fleet of brand new Airbus A320 aircraft.

PS. The proceeds from this ad (as well as any lucky draw wins if any) will be donate to a Charity of my choice – Christ the King at AMK.

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Yet Another Road Trip, Yet Another Small Step Towards Our Goal

By the time you read this, Cynthia and I may have reached PJ Malaysia to meet up with Wieke for a band practice.  Nothing is going to slow us down for our November performance at the Heeren, Singapore.  Not even the temporary relocation of Wieke.

I have a theory I concocted decades ago and it has been recently supported by a research publication (look out for my upcoming book review).  It is not a complicated theory really.  More like an observation; a theory that I keep on verifying all these years.  In general, we need 12 years to master a skill by practicing it regularly and be good at it.  Depending on whether you are the half-filled or half-empty type of person, you either envy that someone who is what he or she is today and you are not.  Or if you pick up that skill today, at this very moment, 12 years later, you will get to somewhere you want to be now.  Because 12 years is usually what it takes from novice to adept.  And if you have the talent, the right guidance, and the right opportunity, you may become the innovator, define your own genre or domain of knowledge, and inspire the next generation leaving a legacy behind.

Why 12 years (the research result suggests a 10 years duration instead, which is close enough)?  I love to play music since young.  Having to put aside my (self-taught) passion with the piano due to my moving to UK for study, I picked up the guitar as my new hobby.  One day in UK, my good Malay friend played the lead guitar solo of “Sweet Child ‘O Mine” from beginning to end.  I was thoroughly impressed.  I asked how long he has been playing the electric guitar and he said 12 years.  At that very moment, I knew that if I was to start back then, I would be some sort of guitar hero 12 years later.  OK, I did try but didn’t quite get there.  I discovered my passion as a songwriter composing music via my guitar instead with close to 160 songs written today.  Since that day of “Sweet Child ‘O Mine”, 12 years of acquiring, refining, and mastering any given skillset sticks in my mind.

Some say life is a journey, not a destination.  But then, to me, there is not much of a journey other than aimless wandering if we don’t have a destination in some forms and shapes, is there?  I wish to continuously share the music that I create, music that I create with others.  That is my end game.  And this journey has its ups and its downs.  Perhaps all of us in the band are consultants by day, we have tons of healthy debates, high level brainstorming and visioning, and our never ending gap analysis.  No, we can’t do that.  That is beyond us.  Yes, we can try that next time.  That will sound good.  And in the mist of all these progress tracking, ad-hoc practicing, we go around doing our own things, busy with our other hobbies and commitments.  At times I would ask myself: Where are we heading?

I think the answer oscillates from online broadcast to live performance to just having a good time.  And for now, we have lined up three practice sessions for a weekend visit to Malaysia.  It should be fun.  As a bonus, I am meeting one of my long lost best friends whom I met in UK.  Gosh, he and I have been through so much.  He was there when my heart was shattered into million of pieces time after time.  I was there tried taking care of him whenever I can, even if I have to experience my first time being inside an ambulance on siren.  Thank you Facebook.

Unlike many things in life, you always have 24 hours in a day.  And baring any unforeseeable divine intervention, 12 years will lapse and one day you will look back and say: Had I started 12 years ago …

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The Moon Against a Beautiful Blue Sky

Besides imaginary friends, I have scripts of imaginary thank you speech too.  I would picture this vision of “I made it” – not a bad end in mind I reckon – and I would give thanks to those who believe in me and to those who don’t.  Except, those who don’t probably become less significant so much so that their once upon a time significance may not even exist anymore.  Yet they have been as important as the believers who support me from one end of the ocean to another; their constant misconception, lack of faith fuels my obsession, propels me forward.

I believe not because I don’t have taste.  I believe because I can see the potential, because I want to care, and because I have hope.

I love the blue sky.  Everything looks beautiful against a blue sky.  Recently read a thought experiment of a baby being brought up inside a spaceship, with the absence of the color blue.  When the baby grows up, the scientists land the spaceship on Earth, and show the young kid a clear blue sky.  How would the kid react?

I love the moon too, against a pitch black sky, in the darkest hours.  There is something mysterious about this lone piece of rock that orbits around us.  It is like a dream so near but yet so unreachable; it is like something so alive but yet so lifeless.  Silently the moon creates the tide that creates the movement that creates the wind.  An invisible force that draws us into her.

I thank the believers, and I thank the non-believers too.  Above all, I love the moon against a blue sky most.

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My New “It’s So Strange” Movement / And I Started Swimming Again

This is me, swimming in Backstroke.  It’s a strange drawing of mine, isn’t it?

Maybe I tend to influence people around me with my quirks and twists; maybe everybody is influencing everybody else with his or her quirks and twists.  Last year, I started the “Do It” movement.  Some colleague of mine told me that they have even started saying “do it” outside their work.  This year, I am starting the “It’s So Strange” movement.  I bumped onto my colleague this morning and he ended his comment with “it’s so strange”.  Uh oh.  What have I done?

“It’s So Strange” is a wonderful comment.  It could mean I-don’t-like-it-but-hey-who-am-I-to-comment?  Or it-is-crap-but-there-is-nothing-we-can-do.  How about OK-we’ve-tried-our-best-and-it’s-beyond-us?  Or simply, I-can’t-explain.  By saying “it’s so strange”, I find that people become less defensive and more curious about what makes me think that way.  Instead of hating me, they empathize or sympathize my puzzlement.  And for those who truly understand why I say “it’s so strange”, we all laugh at the dark side of the humor.

Today is a strange day.  I woke up this morning still having this backache.  Maybe I spent too much time at Azeroth over the weekend; maybe I spent too much time hunting mouse at Facebook.  I must have sat too straight, or stood too straight, I got a lousy backache.  Usually the backache would go away with my morning stretching ritual, but it didn’t.

On my way home I said to Cynthia, “I should go for swimming or jogging”.  Why did I say that?  Maybe I am inspired by some new blogger friends who are into sport; maybe I am inspired by so many friends out there who are suddenly into all kinds of sports.  Almost like a conspiracy.  It’s so strange.

So Cynthia offered to cook dinner while I headed for a swim.  Ah, the beautiful blue swimming pool.  I dived slided into the pool, inspired by Michael Phelps, I tried to rotate my shoulders while doing Breaststroke.  Breaststroke used to be a walk-in-the-park style for me but I was panting hard after one lap.  That’s no good.  Then I switched to Freestyle.  Couldn’t last the entire lap (small pool at my condo some more).  Uh oh.  I couldn’t even got my arms completely off the water with my Butterfly style.

Damn.

What I could do though, was Backstroke – one of my weakest styles besides Butterfly.  It was dark and I have to count my stroke in order to avoid hitting the wall.  By the time I got out of the pool, water droplets all over my body, there were ladies siting around the pool, young girls walking around the condo, businesswomen returning from work.  There I was hardly able to walk feeling all naked with my six …

Anyway, once I made it home, Cynthia greeted me and said, “So you feel like a rock star right?”  She always feels great after the exercise.  I was panting, my head was pounding.  Duh!

Good thing is, my backache is gone, for now.

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Of Dr. Nanorobot, Human Power Plant, Chip Implant, Eyeset, and More – My First V-blog (Prelude) Episode 4

I can be a futurist.  I see a future that our bodies will be repaired by robots of nano-scale in the comfort of our home, bulky televisions are things of the past and instead, we will have our own Eyeset (think headset).  Walking through the building entrances, office doors, and immigration checkpoints without the need of any physical identities because we will have a chip implanted inside our bodies.  Not a passive chip that tells the whole world who and where you are, but one that you can voluntarily set the privacy level.  Imagine no more forms filling in front of a counter and the customer service officer will be able to address you by name – because your name as broadcasted by your chip implant with your consent is shown up in the Eyeset she’s wearing. 

And I have more of such vision to share.  Just bear with me for a moment.

This was meant to be a nostalgic post, dedicated to the early Xers with a working title as “Of Chamber Music, 80s Computer Magazines, App on Tape, and Flash Today”.  But blogging is like a show biz.  Some titles may work, others may not.  And before I continue with my bizarre vision of the future, I wish to share with you where the idea of this post comes from and how it relates to my upcoming v-blog (that is if I’ve decided to continue writing this mini-series).

How time has changed, how time hasn’t.  Here are four random observations.

  1. Closed to a century ago, the first radio show was aired.  People started to listen to music played on air.  Half a century prior to that, gramophone was made common to play recorded sound.  So what happened before 1870 in the era of Bach, Haydn, Mozart, and Beethoven?  If one wished to listen to the chamber music back then, I guess the only way is to listen to a live performance.  And if you were to come up to Beethoven, hand him a hearing aid, and tell him that you have a recorded copy of his Ninth Symphony with you, how would he have reacted?
  2. Prior to the advent of Internet, no one would have thought that he or she could download a piece of information, rampantly copying and pasting to different places with a few clicks of a button.  Why do I say that?  As briefly mentioned in my upcoming v-blog, one memorable childhood moment that my dad and I did was to type in the programs or codes as printed on a computer magazine into our computer, line by line, character by character.  If we were careful enough with those incomprehensible codes, our computer screen would turn into some pretty evolving symmetric patterns in green pixels.
  3. One decade is really not a long time, in a larger scheme of work.  But it is hard to imagine that DVD was not common back in the nineties, isn’t it?  I was an eager graduate ready to face the corporate world and in my hand, I had this installation tape.  A tape, you may ask?  That’s right.  It was a bulky one indeed.  One time, our clients flew in from France to view a demonstration of our back then state-of-art technology.  Their server in Paris dialed into our Singapore server for a connection and the sound of the dialing tone was so surreal, singing the tune of “From Paris with Love”.  Dial-up connection seems so ancient, looking back.  Anyway, our demo didn’t work initially.  We had to call our French clients back from the taxi stand after one magic touch of mine that made it worked, much like a football goal in the 93rd minute.  What did I do?  Don’t ask.  It’s technology.  When all fails, wash your hand and repeat the exact same step again.  It may work.  And I am not joking.
  4. If you are curious, my upcoming v-blog is created using Flash.  It is a wonderful application that enables me to manipulate my video in a frame-by-frame, layer-by-layer manner.  Except, how time hasn’t changed.  As I spent the entire Sunday morning redoing, recreating an entirely same video from the old one that failed to be published, I felt as though I was transported back in my childhood moment with my dad and our 80s computer magazine, back in my early career days of application on tape.  Things just don’t work, for no apparent reason.  And after a few rounds of doing the same thing again and again, an unexplainable solution would emerge.  That’s technology for you; a bloody time sink; productive tools with unproductive results almost guaranteed.

How these random observations lead to my vision of the future, I shall leave it to you to connect the dots.  I love the Eyeset idea.  Think about a world with no more road signs, road advertisements, but instead, information is streamed onto your Eyeset in your native language real time, as you drive and as you walk.  Upon exercising your brain muscles – literally – detail information is shown.  Yes, turn left to the main street that leads to your destination.  But it will take you 10 minutes.  Alternative routes are shown with estimated time of arrival.  Special advertisements are lit up according to where you go and your profile.  Before you spit on the idea of advertisement, guess what?  They are the ones who are funding this entire world of virtual reality.

You don’t expect time changes everything, do you?

You think, characters will appear on the screen.  Say goodbye to computer keyboards.  And one last wild idea of mine to share with you.  I was used to walk pass a gym every working day when I headed home.  I saw athletes exercising on treadmills, on cycling machines.  Maybe like that famous sci-fi movie, humans are like batteries.  Gyms in the future will connect all these sport equipments into a power generator.  I mean, why waste the energy away?

PS. I change the timetable because the original plan was a bit too ambition.  Also, I have no sensing what the reception of this mini-series is so far.  Perhaps the theme is a bit too heaving for a twice a week rhythm.

My 1st v-Blog Mini-Series:

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A New, Shall I Say, Mini-Series and I’m Still Not Sure About It – My First V-blog (Prelude) Episode 1

Ideas are peculiar little tangibly intangibles.  They are not as abstract as dreams like you want to marry a perfect guy (or girl) when you grow up or that Lamborghini you must have; wanting to be a rock star or to save the world.  Ideas on the other hand are more tangible than that.  It could be as simple as wanting to date this particular person whom you’ve met at a concert, to shop for a car, to learn how to play a musical instrument, or simply signing up for a beauty contest and hopefully be an ambassador of world peace.

So on and so forth.

Ideas are tangible because they are something you can action upon.  Like right now, right here.  Ideas are alive and can be planted in our heads; they grow and some are hard to be obliviated.  Think of it as metamorphosis – you have to kill an idea or an idea will turn into a series of actions whether you like it or not.

And because it is so easy to kill an idea – I murdered gazillion of them since I was a toddler – and I am notorious in sitting on ideas or taking forever to finish what I have started (like taking 3 years to complete that Bangkok video), I have decided that if I go public at even the crystallization stage, an idea may be materialized into something tangible.  Pretty much like how a virgin vow works.  Not a 100% guarantee, but it is much better than just a feeble idea.

So I have decided to create a video blog, with 100% original materials.  That is, from storyboarding to scriptwriting, from pictures of the primitive animation to the even more primitive soundtrack.  And I intend to roll the end credits with a sample of one of my refurbished songs.

Sounds exciting?  Since I have already put in 72 hours on this video blog and I am – keeping my fingers crossed – 20% from completing it, I have even come out with the following timetable.  What’s entertainment without a sense of anticipation after all?

My 1st v-Blog Mini-Series:

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Movie Script: Where In The World Is Mas Selamat?

The so-called vivid story told by today’s newspaper is neither in-depth nor entertaining.  I was expecting a Hollywood script like this.  Enjoy!  Rated M18 for strong language, blood and gore.

1. EXT.  DETENTION CENTER, SINGAPORE – NIGHT (4am)
 
(Writer’s note: Who wants to watch a fugitive film that happens at four in the afternoon?)
 
An unidentified truck pulls in front of the entrance of the detention center.  Two armed militias emerge spraying bullets at all living beings including a stray cat nearby.  Blood is everywhere.

MILITIA #1
Kekeke.

MILITIA #2 looks amused and takes out a walkie talkie.

MILITIA #2
Ahem.
(a beat)
Guardhouse secured.

2. INT. TOILET – NIGHT

As the head of the Singapore branch of the militant group Jemaah Islamiah MAS SELAMAT pees at the toilet bowl looking at an opened window right above him, we REVERSE ANGLE TO REVEAL:

Another two armed militias just a wall away from MAS.  MILITIA #4 is holding a walkie talkie that has lots of static noise.

3. EXT. OUTSIDE CHANGING ROOM – NIGHT

MILITIA #3
I heard the gunshots.  Where is our green light?!

MILITIA #4
(anxiously shaking his walkie talkie)
I think this thing is not working, boss.

MILITIA #3
(hesitated)
Hmmm … let’s do it!

MILITIA #4 takes out a slab of C-4, pastes them onto the wall, and whispers loudly at the opened window …

MILITIA #4
Jangan berdiri dekat jendela!

MILITIA #3
(puzzled)
What the heck is that?

MILITIA #4
Kekeke.  It means ‘back away from the window’ in Bahasa Indonesia, boss.  Now, back away from the wall!

As they back away from the wall …

MILITIA #3
For fudge’s sake, MAS SELAMAT is a Singaporean.  He knows English!

REVERSE ANGLE TO REVEAL: MAS is still peeing oblivious to all that happens outside the changing room.

4. INT. TOILET – NIGHT

Ka-boom!  A loud explosion.  A huge fireball.  The wall blows apart.  Dust everywhere.  The armed militias enters the cell.  REVERSE ANGLE TO REVEAL: MAS lies on the floor covered in blood.

MILITIA #3
You fudging moron!  Look what you’ve done!  You have bloody killed MAS SELAMAT!

MILITIA #4
What the fudge?!  I told him to stand back!
(a beat)
What shall we do now, boss?

MILITIA #3 grabs the walkie talkie from MILITIA #4 and says …

MILITIA #3
Abort mission!  Abort!  Can you hear me?!

Static noise from the walkie talkie is getting louder and louder and we REVERSE ANGLE TO REVEAL: MAS’s blood stained body twitches.  His fingers start to move.

CAPTION #1: “IT IS KNOWN THAT EXTREME SITUATION MAY INVOKE A SUDDEN LEAP OF EVOLUTION.”

5. EXT. HIGHWAY (P I E) – NIGHT (4.11am)

The four armed militias together with blood stained MAS SELAMAT inside the truck entering the PIE highway.  MAS does not seem injured.

MILITIA #4
Oh crap!  We must leave the highway now!

MILITIA #3
What now?!

MILITIA #4
I forgot to top up my Cashcard.

MILITIA #3
For fudge’s sake, you moron!  The ERP gantries won’t be operational in another 3 hours!  Now drive!  The plane should fly by us any time from now.

As everyone look up at the sky, our CAMERA slowly points up, spots a plane far away, and moves back to the crowd inside the truck …

MILITIA #3
MAS, it is time now.  You must leave Singapore alive.

MAS
How about you all?

MILITIA #1
We do what terrorists always do.  Kekeke.  Blown up into pieces.

MILITIA #4
Ya … 99 virgins in heaven!  Kekeke.

MILITIA #2
Kekeke.  Oh please … it is 70!

MILITIA #3
You guys are morons.  For fudge’s sake.

6. EXT. HIGHWAY – NIGHT

MAS SELAMAT gets on top of the truck, grabs the plane’s landing gear and flies off into the sky.  The CAMERA follows the plane looking back at the truck.  The truck gets smaller and smaller and then ka-boom!  A tiny fireball.

7. INT. COCKPIT – NIGHT

Inside the cockpit, MAS SELAMAT and PILOT engages in a deep conversation.  The CAMERA moves away from MAS and PILOT and points at the view outside the window.  2 F-14 Tomcat fighter planes are at their tail.

PILOT
MAS, you have to jump off the plane now!  They are going to shoot us down.

MAS
But I will die!

PILOT
MAS, if you can survive C-4 while peeing, you can surely survive this fall!  You are a super villain now!

MAS
How about you?

PILOT smiles as MAS looks back while jumping off the plane.  The CAMERA follows MAS as he falls looking back at the plane.  The plane gets smaller and smaller and then ka-boom!  A tiny fireball.

Wind noise is getting louder and louder and we REVERSE ANGLE TO REVEAL: Super villain MAS opens a portal right underneath of him and he disappears as he drops into the portal.

CAPTION #2: “AFTER CLOSE TO 2 MONTHS OF MANHUNT IN SINGAPORE, MAS SELAMAT IS STILL NOWHERE TO BE FOUND.”

CAPTION #3: “NO ONE KNOWS WHERE HE IS.”

CAPTION #4: “A FEW SMALL FRIES FROM THE CENTER RECEIVE DISCIPLINARY ACTIONS.”

CAPTION #5: “MINISTER FOR HOME AFFAIRS, WONG KAN SENG’S HEAD DOES NOT ROLL.”

CAPTION #6: “WILFRID WONG LOST A $2 BET WITH HIS FRIEND TK.  TK IS RIGHT.  WONG KAN SENG IS GOING TO FIRE EVERYONE FROM GROUND UP … TO ONE OR FEW LEVELS BELOW HIM.”

End.

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How To Change The World When Everyone Is Bitching – Dealing With Egoist, Skeptic, Victim, And Follower

The view from my cubicle

One weekend, Cynthia passed me a newspaper cutting written by The Straits Times journalist Sumiko Tan on how her text message conversation with her friend inspired her to write an article on why some people tend to tell white lies to comfort others.  Sumiko was having lunch alone one day, sent a text message to her friend on how sad and lonely she felt, and her friend’s honest reply of “you have no friends, you are a sad person” made her wonder why he did not comfort her instead.  But of course, she knew he was telling the truth.  Truth hurts.

When Cynthia passed me the article, she said, “I like Sumiko Tan.  She always writes something I can relate.”  And it suddenly hit me, I too want to write something that my regular readers can relate (or try writing at least).

One fine afternoon during lunch, one colleague of mine said to me, “You can be so easily impressed by people.  I mean, you are so optimistic.”  Her comment puzzled me initially and I queried if there is anything wrong feeling that way about others.  We didn’t reach any conclusion.

That little incident took me back to the time when I was first given the opportunity to lead teams.  I have had this belief that everyone has talents.  Finding the right set of motivations, to me, is the key to unlock these precious talents from the people around me.  This notion seems to work fine but it doesn’t necessarily translate to results.  A few years later, I met one mentor of mine who taught me: exploit one’s strengths, not weaknesses.  At that time, it was quite an eye-opener because unlocking one’s talent is one thing, apply that to yield desirable results is another.

This little revelation changes the way I manage people.  On one end of the equation are the tasks at hand, on the other end of the equation is a set of talented skills the team has.  Any gap in between would have to be filled in by the untapped talent of the existing team (through training for example) or a new hired resource.

But why stop at the team level?  Why not apply the same observation to our bosses and beyond?  I mean, they all have their ins and outs and why not recognize their weaknesses and work with their strengths?  I don’t know what your working environment is like but nearly all the places I have been to, I have met some co-workers who spend much time thinking and bitching about their bosses, their departments or projects, the organization, the government, the planet, and etc.  Most of the claims I have heard are taken out of context or formed due to a lack of an appreciation of a bigger picture.  Some claims are factual but I usually find that the constructive views resulting from these facts add more values to our lives instead.  I guess we all bitch either publicly or privately at times (to bitch is human?).  But dwelling on so much dark energy that consumes us doesn’t seem healthy to me.

This blog entry is not about them.  It is about how you can perhaps change the world when faced with adversity as described above.  After years and years of sitting through all these bitching sessions – which I have tried to avoid by all means if I can but you know how it’s like when you are stuck in a meeting room, a lift, or a team lunch or drink appointment – I can loosely categorize the active contributors as: the Egoist, the Skeptic, the Victim, and the Follower.

You can easily spot the Egoists from the crowd.  Nothing or no one is good enough for them, except a rare few.  They see all the flaws around them so much so that they forget that they are not that perfect either.  The only way to defuse the situation is to gain their respect and slowly influence their point of views.  This certainly takes time because most likely, you are not good enough for them either.  You will need a lot of patience or to wait for some humbling situations to occur.  People do change, given time.  Orchestrate some opportunities if you can to accelerate the process.

The Skeptics doubt people and beliefs in general and it is a darn hard job to sell the vision of the future or to convince the ‘invisible’ ability of our leaders to them.  Any plan that is to come, unless hundred and one percent proven, are plans that may not succeed.  Any one who advocate these plans – our bosses most likely – are not the ones to be hundred percent trusted.  In any given day, it is of course good to put on the caution hat to anticipate some of the foreseeable challenges ahead.  But to face with the Skeptics who constantly wear that hat could be tiring to some of us.  Worst of all, Skeptics are usually part of the team that can influence the outcome and we know no one wants to be proven wrong.  So, go and guess the results yourself.  Proving them wrong would not work because it only takes one incident of shit hitting the fan when they turn around and say, “See I told you so”.  I guess one way is to constantly remind them how the situation has improved over time (averaging the occasion shit hits the fan situations) and hope that they are less vocal about their thoughts and to put them into something more constructive instead.

The Victims are the one who think that the whole world is acting against them.  Bosses are there to give them a hard time and everything is beyond their control.  To help the Victims – which is a lot easier than dealing with the Egoists and Skeptics I must say – is to rebuild their confidence and self-worth.  Let them know that while many things in life are beyond our control, there are more we can influence.  The frustration is of course more often then not, the Victims keep slipping back to the victimized mode and you find yourself repeating the same advice again, again, and again.

The Followers don’t necessarily have strong views about persons or situations in general.  They feed on what others say and help fueling the entire bitching session by agreeing with the points in totality.  Without them, the emotions wouldn’t rise high and the fists wouldn’t hit the sky.  So what shall we do with them?  Absolutely nothing because once you perform the heroic task of neutralizing the Egoists and the Skeptics and the Victims, there will be nothing left for them to follow.

The question is: why do you even bother to neutralize the situation?

Yes, it is much easier to avoid getting involved with all these bitching sessions.  However, if you have a stake on the team and if you do care about some of them as friends, indifference is probably a less desired strategy.

At least, morally speaking

PS. The above is a picture taken from my cubicle.  Unfortunately, the sea view is behind where I sit.