Woke up. Brushed teeth. Ate breakfast. Browsed through the papers. Went to the lodge. SWent for classes. Seems like another normal day.
Justice prevailed yesterday as a district judge rejected the argument that TT Durai has no case to answer. In a way, this ruling was a conclusion to his pre-trial, thus forcing him to a real trial. The prosecution did well. Durai, for your lack of integrity, you face the wrath of a nation, and you face a charge that might leave you in a cell for a decade.
Sometimes I wonder if there is fate. I seem to have some affinity with some people. I keep on seeing them. Sometimes you just don't get to see the people you want to meet.
Today in Civics, we did some ranking thing. Rank the following: Wisdom, Freedom, Long Life, Social Status, Family, Friendship, Peace, Riches, Beauty, Popularity. Which do you value the most?
Screw it I hope I can get gold for NAPFA this year. And more, importantly, better get gold next year.
Damn. I am addicted to You Tube. Excited about going to bridge camp tml. Cool.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
EXCLUSIVE: HC reveals his innermost thoughts about himself
In an exclusive interview conducted by Veritas Post, HC reveals all about himself. Readers, pls fell free to post questions as tags to HC as he promises to bare it all.
VP: Are you gay?
HC: (coughs) no. (firmly)
VP: Why do people think you're gay?
HC: frankly I have no idea, but it could be because I used to hang out with gays.
VP: Are you attached?
HC: no (firmly)
VP: Why not?
HC: because i want to embrace my prosperous and promising future with bright prospects with both arms. If i am attached i won't be able to do that.
VP: When will you ever get into a proper and steady relationship with that special someone?
HC: perhaps never. i value freedom too much to be tied down by the constraints of a relationship. the prospect of being bachelor for life sounds good anyway.
VP: Even if a chio-bu says she likes you?
HC: (without hesitation) definitely.
VP: Let's talk about studies. Are you a mugger?
HC: If I am one, would I be talking to you right now?
VP: describe your life.
HC: i read the papers, read some magazines, read some books, watch you tube, cycle, go fly my kite, play bridge, watch soccer, talk about politics, talk nonsense with my dad, argue with my mum, ignore my sis, mostly, that's it.
VP: What are your aspirations?
HC: Law, aviation, academia, public service? i am not too sure also. but i like these 4 fields.
VP: does money matter?
HC: if it does, I would have ventured into business 5 years ago...
VP: do you like sciences?
HC: used to like it very much, but now, i take science just to train my logic. i prefer humanities more.
VP: how is JC life?
HC: not too bad...
VP: do you have a sense of humour?
HC: absolutely no (flatly)
VP: who inspires you?
HC: you can read it in my archives...
VP: autobiographies or non-fiction or novels?
HC: i read all, but i am very selective of autos...
VP: you seem very selective of everything...
HC: you seem to know me well...
VP: B777 or A330
HC: the boeing 777 is my favourite plane.
VP: let's talk about the past... what are the main events in you life?
HC: everyday is a radical influence.
VP: favourite holiday?
HC: i would say USA. I went to disneyland, universal studios, knotts, grand canyon, las vegas, LA, San francs, yosemite. It was fun. but i love overseas trips, no matter where...
VP: happiest time?
HC: sorry, but this is private
VP: favourite drama?
HC: good luck!! A japanese show on planes. Very cool.
VP: do you think harry will die?
HC: If i could read rowling's mind, I would be rich by now...
VP: are you rich or poor?
HC: my investments are doing fine, thank you very much. but the US dollar refuses to move. I haven't bought it yet.
VP: Do you hate anyone?
HC: terrorists.
VP: I mean, do you hate anyone nearer to you?
HC: terrorists are everywhere.
VP: i mean, in school.
HC: oh. er, ..., no.
VP: thanks so juch for your time.
HC: welcome (very politely)
VP: any last words?
HC: I dun want to die so soon, no thank you.
VP: Are you gay?
HC: (coughs) no. (firmly)
VP: Why do people think you're gay?
HC: frankly I have no idea, but it could be because I used to hang out with gays.
VP: Are you attached?
HC: no (firmly)
VP: Why not?
HC: because i want to embrace my prosperous and promising future with bright prospects with both arms. If i am attached i won't be able to do that.
VP: When will you ever get into a proper and steady relationship with that special someone?
HC: perhaps never. i value freedom too much to be tied down by the constraints of a relationship. the prospect of being bachelor for life sounds good anyway.
VP: Even if a chio-bu says she likes you?
HC: (without hesitation) definitely.
VP: Let's talk about studies. Are you a mugger?
HC: If I am one, would I be talking to you right now?
VP: describe your life.
HC: i read the papers, read some magazines, read some books, watch you tube, cycle, go fly my kite, play bridge, watch soccer, talk about politics, talk nonsense with my dad, argue with my mum, ignore my sis, mostly, that's it.
VP: What are your aspirations?
HC: Law, aviation, academia, public service? i am not too sure also. but i like these 4 fields.
VP: does money matter?
HC: if it does, I would have ventured into business 5 years ago...
VP: do you like sciences?
HC: used to like it very much, but now, i take science just to train my logic. i prefer humanities more.
VP: how is JC life?
HC: not too bad...
VP: do you have a sense of humour?
HC: absolutely no (flatly)
VP: who inspires you?
HC: you can read it in my archives...
VP: autobiographies or non-fiction or novels?
HC: i read all, but i am very selective of autos...
VP: you seem very selective of everything...
HC: you seem to know me well...
VP: B777 or A330
HC: the boeing 777 is my favourite plane.
VP: let's talk about the past... what are the main events in you life?
HC: everyday is a radical influence.
VP: favourite holiday?
HC: i would say USA. I went to disneyland, universal studios, knotts, grand canyon, las vegas, LA, San francs, yosemite. It was fun. but i love overseas trips, no matter where...
VP: happiest time?
HC: sorry, but this is private
VP: favourite drama?
HC: good luck!! A japanese show on planes. Very cool.
VP: do you think harry will die?
HC: If i could read rowling's mind, I would be rich by now...
VP: are you rich or poor?
HC: my investments are doing fine, thank you very much. but the US dollar refuses to move. I haven't bought it yet.
VP: Do you hate anyone?
HC: terrorists.
VP: I mean, do you hate anyone nearer to you?
HC: terrorists are everywhere.
VP: i mean, in school.
HC: oh. er, ..., no.
VP: thanks so juch for your time.
HC: welcome (very politely)
VP: any last words?
HC: I dun want to die so soon, no thank you.
Elections
I love elections. I love watching elections taking place. I like to sit at one corner and not be in the spotlight and just watch and analyse people campaigning. It's fun. Politics is cool.
I remember that during GE 2006, my dad and I were analysing all the important constituencies one by one. We will then watch the news for highlights of the more interesting rallies and comments from the candidates. We will then scold and curse and swear at the smart-aleck candidates, much to the disapproval of my mum. But who cares? Certainly not the Hus.
As I was having CTs during that time, I could only attend election rallies on the last day. The atmosphere was electrifying. I don;t hate all politicians, but my dad has a grudge against all politicians. He told me this, "Politicians are like diapers, they need to be changed regularly for the same reasons."
Anyway, I don't want to talk about political elections. There are non-political ones as well. Just like the student council elections taking place right now. The candidates are very enthu. I like that. I also like the fact that the quantity of posters for each candidate is limited to 20. I still shiver when I recall the spammage of posters back in 2003,4,5,6. They put the posters inside the urinals, and when I see the cheeky grins in front of my privates, I can't seem to pee. But today I saw a smiling female face right inside the urinal of the ground toilet at the amphi. I almost urinated on my shoes. Campaigners should realise that putting their faces in front of exposed and vulnerable privates would not do good to their campaigns.
As an impartial journalist and critical voter, I cannot publicise names in my blog. However, I would just like to remind all readers to vote wisely and vote for the people who you think are the most sincere, most qualified, and most importantly, the people who will serve you well. Politicians use gimmicks and incentives and carrot-stick approaches to try (mostly in futile, as demonstrated by Hougang and Potong Pasir) to win over the voters. But please note that our council campaigners are not politicians. So vote wisely. Vote for that genuine smile instead of the flashy one.
I remember that during GE 2006, my dad and I were analysing all the important constituencies one by one. We will then watch the news for highlights of the more interesting rallies and comments from the candidates. We will then scold and curse and swear at the smart-aleck candidates, much to the disapproval of my mum. But who cares? Certainly not the Hus.
As I was having CTs during that time, I could only attend election rallies on the last day. The atmosphere was electrifying. I don;t hate all politicians, but my dad has a grudge against all politicians. He told me this, "Politicians are like diapers, they need to be changed regularly for the same reasons."
Anyway, I don't want to talk about political elections. There are non-political ones as well. Just like the student council elections taking place right now. The candidates are very enthu. I like that. I also like the fact that the quantity of posters for each candidate is limited to 20. I still shiver when I recall the spammage of posters back in 2003,4,5,6. They put the posters inside the urinals, and when I see the cheeky grins in front of my privates, I can't seem to pee. But today I saw a smiling female face right inside the urinal of the ground toilet at the amphi. I almost urinated on my shoes. Campaigners should realise that putting their faces in front of exposed and vulnerable privates would not do good to their campaigns.
As an impartial journalist and critical voter, I cannot publicise names in my blog. However, I would just like to remind all readers to vote wisely and vote for the people who you think are the most sincere, most qualified, and most importantly, the people who will serve you well. Politicians use gimmicks and incentives and carrot-stick approaches to try (mostly in futile, as demonstrated by Hougang and Potong Pasir) to win over the voters. But please note that our council campaigners are not politicians. So vote wisely. Vote for that genuine smile instead of the flashy one.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Imagine
John Lennon, whether you like him or not, is a legend, and a musical genius. This video is simple and a bit boring, but it was made in 1971, and furthermore, the music rocks. It was ranked the 3rd best song ever written by Rolling Stones mag and is one of my foavourites. Don't read too much into the lyrics - Lennon just wants to spread the message of peace. Many say that John is anti-religion and anti-capitalism, but just don't think so much. And even if you hate Yoko, you can never doubt John's love for her.
If you feel sad, just remember this song.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Time to pass. Time to let go.
Zidane, considered by many to be the finest of his generation, is my hero. His skills were legendary, his legacy, golden. But he knew something that was not easy to master - He knew how to pass. Not passing the ball around. 'Pass' refers to the art of letting go. Zidane knew when to let go, when to pass on the baton of greatness to the next generation. He announced his retirement before the world cup, and remained commited to his decision. He knew exactly when to have his exit.
Similarly for some other greats as well. Luis Figo, the portugese winger, is another classic example of a great who ended his career on a high. Aide Iskander and S Subramani, pillars of the Singapore football squad, played their swansongs in the best way possible. Henrick Larsson, the great Swede, had the inner strength to leave Man Utd at the right time. Michael Schumacher, the greatest ever driver F1 has ever witnessed, decided to leave the world of grand prix at the proper time.
In politics as well, many great statesmen knew exactly when to retire from leadership. Stepping down means letting go of power, and many find themselves unable to do this. Yet those who relentlessly refuse to release their grip on power find themselves being despised more than loved. Look at Nelson Mandela, one of my political heroes. After fighting for freedom for so many decades, he could step down after just one term of presidency. Truly amazing, this man.
In life, there are many instances where we find passing, or letting go, very difficult indeed. When people die, and we have to admit that everyone is mortal indeed, we find it difficult to let go of that person. The memory lingers on, the spirit lives on. Yet we find ourselves sorely missing that person.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. The world misses John F Kennedy and John Lennon, yet the people who misses them the most now realise that they were the ones who did not appreciate them 40 years ago. The world misses Albert Einstein more now than ever before. Nevertheless, we have to learn to accept the art of passing and letting go. Indeed, nothing lasts forever. So treasure everything and everyone around you today. If you treasure them now, you will find it easier to let go when time forces you to do so.
Similarly for some other greats as well. Luis Figo, the portugese winger, is another classic example of a great who ended his career on a high. Aide Iskander and S Subramani, pillars of the Singapore football squad, played their swansongs in the best way possible. Henrick Larsson, the great Swede, had the inner strength to leave Man Utd at the right time. Michael Schumacher, the greatest ever driver F1 has ever witnessed, decided to leave the world of grand prix at the proper time.
In politics as well, many great statesmen knew exactly when to retire from leadership. Stepping down means letting go of power, and many find themselves unable to do this. Yet those who relentlessly refuse to release their grip on power find themselves being despised more than loved. Look at Nelson Mandela, one of my political heroes. After fighting for freedom for so many decades, he could step down after just one term of presidency. Truly amazing, this man.
In life, there are many instances where we find passing, or letting go, very difficult indeed. When people die, and we have to admit that everyone is mortal indeed, we find it difficult to let go of that person. The memory lingers on, the spirit lives on. Yet we find ourselves sorely missing that person.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. The world misses John F Kennedy and John Lennon, yet the people who misses them the most now realise that they were the ones who did not appreciate them 40 years ago. The world misses Albert Einstein more now than ever before. Nevertheless, we have to learn to accept the art of passing and letting go. Indeed, nothing lasts forever. So treasure everything and everyone around you today. If you treasure them now, you will find it easier to let go when time forces you to do so.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Photo Essay
Illuminating social issues in Singapore – Foreign Construction Workers
Essay and photographs by: Hu Ching
Singapore is a country renowned for its public apartment housing system, beautiful architecture and high rise skyscrapers, signaling its intent as a first world nation.
They communicate with their loved ones through weekly phone calls. For them, this is their only affordable form of luxury. Despite working in an air-conditioned nation, these workers have never enjoyed the cooling relief of the air-conditioner. Their only form of shelter from the sweltering tropical heat comes from a temporary corrugated-zinc resting area, supplemented with worn-out chairs. 
Singapore needs and welcomes foreign workers with open arms, yet do Singaporeans think likewise? Do we acknowledge the presence of these workmen, or do we treat them without kindness, respect, and equality? Do the citizens of Singapore harbor thoughts of discrimination and indifference when they see the yellow helmets? 
Essay and photographs by: Hu Ching
Singapore is a country renowned for its public apartment housing system, beautiful architecture and high rise skyscrapers, signaling its intent as a first world nation.
Yet before we can appreciate the beauty of our infrastructure, the land has to be tediously laboured upon by diligent construction workers. So who are the people who should be credited for all the success? 
Often working behind the scenes and behind signs that exclaim ‘Danger!’, foreign construction workers are the country’s invisible people- physically they are seen, yet no one bothers to offer a greeting to them or even smile at them. Their jobs demands much from their physique - strenuous tasks includes carrying, shoveling and lifting heavy construction materials, welding metal, operating noisy machinery and building infrastructure, all under the blazing sun or unsympathetic rain. They have to wear uncomfortable helmets at all times while working in dangerous and high-risk conditions. Sometimes, projects need to be rushed to meet deadlines and these workers have to work around the clock, 7 days a week.
Yet how many Singaporeans do not mind sharing a bus seat with these poor folks? The truth is, we do mind. We are afraid of their odour - a result of labouring under the heat for hours. We are afraid of the dirt on their clothes - a result of building shelters, roads and beautiful structures for us. We are afraid of their appearance, and we refuse to embrace them into our society.
Meagre daily wages, cramped living conditions and simple diets are not what these workers deserve for their toil. They also definitely do not deserve looks of discrimination from the rest of the society.
They communicate with their loved ones through weekly phone calls. For them, this is their only affordable form of luxury. Despite working in an air-conditioned nation, these workers have never enjoyed the cooling relief of the air-conditioner. Their only form of shelter from the sweltering tropical heat comes from a temporary corrugated-zinc resting area, supplemented with worn-out chairs. Singapore needs and welcomes foreign workers with open arms, yet do Singaporeans think likewise? Do we acknowledge the presence of these workmen, or do we treat them without kindness, respect, and equality? Do the citizens of Singapore harbor thoughts of discrimination and indifference when they see the yellow helmets? There are already physical barriers being erected between these foreign workers and the rest of society – white metal sheets that mark the boundaries of a construction site forms a barrier that make them even more invisible to pedestrians. While such barriers cannot be torn down, what we can do, as Singaporeans, is demolish the psychological barrier that has been inevitably formed between these workers and the rest of society. Being generous and kind does not demand a lot from us. We can discard the fear, the uncertainty, the suspicions and the superior complex that divides us from them. They deserve the credit which has been robbed from their pioneers since the early days of building the first HDB apartments.
I am not making audacious requests here. Simple acts of kindness will make their day a brighter one. A sincere smile can relieve them of their aches and sores. A sincere greeting can make them feel less ostracized and more welcomed. Let’s break down this psychological wall, gesture by gesture, act by act. It is time for these silent heroes to emerge from the shadows of society. It is time for us to recognise our true heroes. We owe them a lot, and we have to start repaying our debt, gesture by gesture, act by act.
Monday, March 19, 2007
We Didn't Start the Fire
Hi guys, another history lesson following Hossan's one on Singapore's History. I was inspired to post this video thanks to Mr aguss, Muhd and Sam Soh. Thanks guys!
Harry Truman, Doris Day Red China, Johnny Ray South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon Studebaker, Television North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe Rosenbergs, H-bomb Sugar Ray, Panmunjom Brando, The King and I And The Catcher In The Rye Eisenhower, Vaccine England's got a new queen Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye We didn't start the fire It was always burning since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire No, we didn't light it But we tried to fight it Joseph Stalin, Malenkov Nasser and Prokofiev Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc Roy Cohn Juan Peron Toscanini, Dacron Dien Bien Phu Falls, Rock Around the Clock Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team Davy Crockett, Peter Pan Elvis Presley, Disneyland Bardot, Budapest Alabama, Khrushchev Princess Grace Peyton Place Trouble in the Suez We didn't start the fire It was always burning, since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire No, we didn't light it But we tried to fight it Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac Sputnik, Chou En-Lai, Bridge On The River Kwai Lebanon, Charles de Gaulle, California baseball Starkweather homicides, Children of Thalidomide Buddy Holly, Ben Hur Space Monkey, Mafia Hula Hoops, Castro Edsel is a no-go U2, Syngman Rhee payola and Kennedy Chubby Checker, Psycho, Belgians in the Congo We didn't start the fire It was always burning, since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire No, we didn't light it But we tried to fight it Hemingway, Eichman Stranger in a Strange Land Dylan Berlin Bay of Pigs invasion Lawrence of Arabia British Beatlemania Ole Miss, John Glenn Liston beats Patterson Pope Paul, Malcolm X British Politician sex J.F.K. blown away What else do I have to say? We didn't start the fire It was always burning, since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire No, we didn't light it But we tried to fight it Birth control, Ho Chi Minh Richard Nixon back again Moonshot Woodstock Watergate, punk rock Begin Reagan Palestine Terror on the airline Ayatollah's in Iran Russians in Afghanistan Wheel of Fortune, Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide Foreign debts Homeless Vets AIDS, Crack, Bernie Goetz Hypodermics on the shores China's under martial law Rock and roller, cola wars, I can't take it anymore We didn't start the fire It was always burning, since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire No, we didn't light it But we tried to fight it (more)
Sunday, March 18, 2007
A mystery. Perfect.
It seems like a person who prefers to be known only as 'secret lover' has been reading Veritas Post. I see that this person has attracted quite a lot of attention from other readers. I can sense that the main intention of this person is to create trouble for HC. Why do I say so?
1.HC cannot have a secret lover because HC is HC.
2. Veritas Post has a limited scope of readers, i.e. people that HC actually knows.
3. HC cannot identify anyone whom he knows who will find him cute.
4. People actually think HC is the secret lover, which, obviously, is not the case.
So this 'secret lover' fella wants to create some suspense, some mystery. I am sorry to disappoint this 'secret lover' person but i would have to say that I am, in fact, a very good solver of mysteries. Revealing the true identity of this 'secret lover' fella would be a piece of cake.
I already got some leads, but I shall not reveal these clues for now. I shall expose this mischievous 'secret lover' fella! Get me my notebook, Watson, we have a mystery on our hands! Maybe L can help too.
1.HC cannot have a secret lover because HC is HC.
2. Veritas Post has a limited scope of readers, i.e. people that HC actually knows.
3. HC cannot identify anyone whom he knows who will find him cute.
4. People actually think HC is the secret lover, which, obviously, is not the case.
So this 'secret lover' fella wants to create some suspense, some mystery. I am sorry to disappoint this 'secret lover' person but i would have to say that I am, in fact, a very good solver of mysteries. Revealing the true identity of this 'secret lover' fella would be a piece of cake.
I already got some leads, but I shall not reveal these clues for now. I shall expose this mischievous 'secret lover' fella! Get me my notebook, Watson, we have a mystery on our hands! Maybe L can help too.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Talking Cock in Parliament - Hossan Leong
I have 2 things to say:
1. Hossan Leong rocks!
2. I love Singapore!
Friday, March 16, 2007
ISSUE VII: Aspirations of youths and why parents matter.
I must state that this entry may not reflect the aspirations of all local youth. The scope of 'local youths' in this article is confined to the youths that I know. Obviously I do not know all the youths in Singapore.
Three years ago, I was forced to listen to a very typical and boring election speech. A prefectorial board election speech. It cannot be considered a rally because if its agenda was to rally the feelings of the crowd, it would have failed miserably. Anyway, back to the speech: The speaker was the prefect nominee by the name of Barry Tng or Barry Ting or Barry Tang. The surname is of minimal importance here. Barry was a small boy. In fact, if his growth hormones are still not fully activated, he can be considered a midget. Anyway, the size is of minimal importance too. But, Barry, if you need to change your name to Sam or Frodo, you can go to any law firm. Anyway, the name is also of little importance here. The important subject is that little Barry had huge aspirations. He was very power-hungry. He wanted to achieve greatness. He wanted to be Prime Minister.
I am sure Barry would not mind his name being plastered all around the place here because if he wants to achieve his aspiration, he would need all the publicity he can get. And Veritas Post shall help him, right here, right now. You're welcome, Barry.
It was very bold of Barry to exclaim, "I want to be Prime Minister!" in his speech. He sounded determined. He was a boy of burning ambition. He had lofty aspirations. He was marvellously humourous. He was also superbly unrealistic.
Singapore youths are perfectly normal youths. We have aspirations, both short term and long term ones, both realistic and far-fetched ones. Some of my friends want to be doctors, bankers, engineers, dentists, lawyers, soldiers (rank to be debated further), environmentalists, teachers, etc. I respect their aspirations, their ambitions, because they work hard for their desires. They plan ahead and are realistic with themselves. For example, my friend who wants to be an engineer is a brilliant student in Math and Physics. He focused on his niche areas. He worked hard and humbly. Another friend who wants to be a doctor dropped physics to study biology. He is diligent and honest with himself.
But the startling question is: Why do youths here not aspire to be entrepreneurs? Entrepreneurs are the richest people around. In addition, the open houses of the business faculties the various local universities received an overwhelming response this year. Many people want to earn business degrees. Yet they do not aspire to be entrepreneurs.
There are factors aplenty, but the only one that I will discuss today is that of parents. Let's examine one typical example: My parents work in the financial sector. After reading the recent news regarding the tumble of the US dollar, I did my calculations immediately. I worked hard doing research about currency investments. I asked my dad for his opinion. I checked the Internet for past trends. I read about Greenspan and all his economists friends. Since I was moderately confident about the rise of the dollar in the future, I wanted to invest a sum of money in the US dollar soon. I knew when was the right time to buy the US dollar. I could earn some dividends, some real money.
But my mum outrageously vetoed my decision to withdraw money from my bank account. I was shocked. All my research was thrown out of the window because my mum does not want to introduce her son into the precarious and risky world of investments. I immediately argued my case with her, but in the worse judiciary system in the world, even the most eloquent arguments could not sway the single juror. I mentioned Mr Buffett, she didn't listen. I presented my research, she didn't listen. I said if I can earn the money, she can cut down on my allowance, and she use the saved money to buy her clothes or whatever shoes. She knew I could earn some money. She just didn't listen.
And that was not her first time shooting down my desire to earn some cash of my own. For many years, she stopped me when I wanted to sell some of my products and services. She simply wanted to destroy my entrepreneurial spirit.
So parents play an important role. If they are adamant not to let their children learn how to take risks, how can they cultivate a spirit of entrepreneurship?
Parents influence the way their children think and act. Directly or indirectly. My interest in political and social issues was kindled by my dad. George Washington learnt the value of honesty from his father. My sister caught the shopping infection from my mum. Most likely little Barry's parents were the main influences behind his aspiration. If we have people who aspire unrealistically high political positions, we can easily attract youths to be entrepreneurs.
So maybe the government should look at this issue from another point of view. Instead of engaging youths to chase more entrepreneurial aspirations, they should target the parents. Haul the parents in for a major brainwashing session. Encourage the parents to encourage their children. Start with a lady named Mrs Hu.
Three years ago, I was forced to listen to a very typical and boring election speech. A prefectorial board election speech. It cannot be considered a rally because if its agenda was to rally the feelings of the crowd, it would have failed miserably. Anyway, back to the speech: The speaker was the prefect nominee by the name of Barry Tng or Barry Ting or Barry Tang. The surname is of minimal importance here. Barry was a small boy. In fact, if his growth hormones are still not fully activated, he can be considered a midget. Anyway, the size is of minimal importance too. But, Barry, if you need to change your name to Sam or Frodo, you can go to any law firm. Anyway, the name is also of little importance here. The important subject is that little Barry had huge aspirations. He was very power-hungry. He wanted to achieve greatness. He wanted to be Prime Minister.
I am sure Barry would not mind his name being plastered all around the place here because if he wants to achieve his aspiration, he would need all the publicity he can get. And Veritas Post shall help him, right here, right now. You're welcome, Barry.
It was very bold of Barry to exclaim, "I want to be Prime Minister!" in his speech. He sounded determined. He was a boy of burning ambition. He had lofty aspirations. He was marvellously humourous. He was also superbly unrealistic.
Singapore youths are perfectly normal youths. We have aspirations, both short term and long term ones, both realistic and far-fetched ones. Some of my friends want to be doctors, bankers, engineers, dentists, lawyers, soldiers (rank to be debated further), environmentalists, teachers, etc. I respect their aspirations, their ambitions, because they work hard for their desires. They plan ahead and are realistic with themselves. For example, my friend who wants to be an engineer is a brilliant student in Math and Physics. He focused on his niche areas. He worked hard and humbly. Another friend who wants to be a doctor dropped physics to study biology. He is diligent and honest with himself.
But the startling question is: Why do youths here not aspire to be entrepreneurs? Entrepreneurs are the richest people around. In addition, the open houses of the business faculties the various local universities received an overwhelming response this year. Many people want to earn business degrees. Yet they do not aspire to be entrepreneurs.
There are factors aplenty, but the only one that I will discuss today is that of parents. Let's examine one typical example: My parents work in the financial sector. After reading the recent news regarding the tumble of the US dollar, I did my calculations immediately. I worked hard doing research about currency investments. I asked my dad for his opinion. I checked the Internet for past trends. I read about Greenspan and all his economists friends. Since I was moderately confident about the rise of the dollar in the future, I wanted to invest a sum of money in the US dollar soon. I knew when was the right time to buy the US dollar. I could earn some dividends, some real money.
But my mum outrageously vetoed my decision to withdraw money from my bank account. I was shocked. All my research was thrown out of the window because my mum does not want to introduce her son into the precarious and risky world of investments. I immediately argued my case with her, but in the worse judiciary system in the world, even the most eloquent arguments could not sway the single juror. I mentioned Mr Buffett, she didn't listen. I presented my research, she didn't listen. I said if I can earn the money, she can cut down on my allowance, and she use the saved money to buy her clothes or whatever shoes. She knew I could earn some money. She just didn't listen.
And that was not her first time shooting down my desire to earn some cash of my own. For many years, she stopped me when I wanted to sell some of my products and services. She simply wanted to destroy my entrepreneurial spirit.
So parents play an important role. If they are adamant not to let their children learn how to take risks, how can they cultivate a spirit of entrepreneurship?
Parents influence the way their children think and act. Directly or indirectly. My interest in political and social issues was kindled by my dad. George Washington learnt the value of honesty from his father. My sister caught the shopping infection from my mum. Most likely little Barry's parents were the main influences behind his aspiration. If we have people who aspire unrealistically high political positions, we can easily attract youths to be entrepreneurs.
So maybe the government should look at this issue from another point of view. Instead of engaging youths to chase more entrepreneurial aspirations, they should target the parents. Haul the parents in for a major brainwashing session. Encourage the parents to encourage their children. Start with a lady named Mrs Hu.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
IHT & ST
Yesterday I obtained a copy of International Herald Tribune for free through perfectly legal methods! yay! I finished the entire paper (except the boring parts, crossword and finance sections) in 40 min, as compared to approximately 95 min for the ST (except for the boring parts, orbits, classified ads and finance section). The newsstand price of the IHT is S$3.80, so naturally it was only my second time reading the IHT (the first time was in HK). So what is so special about the IHT that it costs 375% more than The Straits Times?
In terms of writing quality between the two papers, there is obviously a distinction, but only a subtle one. The IHT, with its team of international journalists and corespondents, publishes slightly better articles than the ST. Most of its articles are actually penned by its journalists, instead of ST's 'bought' articles, mostly from Reuters or AFP. I suppose the bulk of IHT's readers are busy executives or finance managers, so its articles are more concise and succinct (It has 20 pages). I also prefer the more liberal outlook offered by the IHT in its editorials. I was really refreshed by an article 'Hurrah for capitalism, its many warts and all' written by Roger Cohen. Go to iht.com and check it out!
In terms of paper and printing quality, IHT is definitely better than ST. Its pages are crisp, do not stink at all, do not leave that unsightly stains on your fingers, and the ink is far better.
In terms of advertisements, IHT has far less advertisers as compared to ST. But the quality of ads in IHT is once again, better than the usual supermarket/furniture/computer ads widely available throughout ST. IHT also do not have orbits since its international.
But ST does have its constraints. After all, all its columnists have to respect the OB markers, so the chances of anyone reading liberal insights from within its pages are slim to impossible. Besides, it is a national newspaper which has practically no opponent (Today is free, so it doesn't count) to challenge its local monopoly, so why bother to write comments which may jeopardise its editor's position? Why bother to write anything which may leave it liable for libel suits? Middle-income readers (who form majority of ST's subscribers) cannot afford to buy a copy of IHT everyday. Lower-income and youth readers cannot afford to read the IHT. So they will all naturally turn to ST for their daily source of news. Thus ST wins.
In terms of writing quality between the two papers, there is obviously a distinction, but only a subtle one. The IHT, with its team of international journalists and corespondents, publishes slightly better articles than the ST. Most of its articles are actually penned by its journalists, instead of ST's 'bought' articles, mostly from Reuters or AFP. I suppose the bulk of IHT's readers are busy executives or finance managers, so its articles are more concise and succinct (It has 20 pages). I also prefer the more liberal outlook offered by the IHT in its editorials. I was really refreshed by an article 'Hurrah for capitalism, its many warts and all' written by Roger Cohen. Go to iht.com and check it out!
In terms of paper and printing quality, IHT is definitely better than ST. Its pages are crisp, do not stink at all, do not leave that unsightly stains on your fingers, and the ink is far better.
In terms of advertisements, IHT has far less advertisers as compared to ST. But the quality of ads in IHT is once again, better than the usual supermarket/furniture/computer ads widely available throughout ST. IHT also do not have orbits since its international.
But ST does have its constraints. After all, all its columnists have to respect the OB markers, so the chances of anyone reading liberal insights from within its pages are slim to impossible. Besides, it is a national newspaper which has practically no opponent (Today is free, so it doesn't count) to challenge its local monopoly, so why bother to write comments which may jeopardise its editor's position? Why bother to write anything which may leave it liable for libel suits? Middle-income readers (who form majority of ST's subscribers) cannot afford to buy a copy of IHT everyday. Lower-income and youth readers cannot afford to read the IHT. So they will all naturally turn to ST for their daily source of news. Thus ST wins.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
All's well that ends well
Oh yea (to quote YJ's regular saying)!
Yesterday I had to make a tough decision: whether to go for the Pathlight School camp or to go for bridge training/duplicates session. I chose to go for Bridge, because after bridge I still can go to Pathlight and have dinner with the kids.
So in the afternoon I went for bridge. Initially I wanted to cycle to school, but my geographic instincts warned me about the weather and fortunately, I chose not to. Bridge was fun. YJ and I played a million times better for today's session than during the selections, and guess what? We won the duplicates!!!! Won as in 1st! Yea YEa YEA!!!! We did not really 'own' the others, but still, we played well, and that's the most important thing! We had some close calls and lucky bids but it seems that our partnership finally benefited from those long discussions I had with YJ in the mornings and after school! We finally proved our critics and detractors wrong!!!
Of course, there is still a lot to be done, and we still need to improve our skills and bidding knowledge and concentration, but on the overall, it was a good performance from us. Muhd and Morch also played well, well done guys! YJ and I learnt a lot today, especially from the -800 game, and I think learning from our mistakes is the best way forward. I am also especially proud of myself that I was finally able to CONCENTRATE and FOCUS during the games and not be distracted by whatever.
After bridge I went to Pathlight School. I had dinner with the kids and we watched a slide show of all the wonderful memories we created over the past 2 days. Then the kids and the volunteers were given some souvenirs (a water bottle, towel and a sports bag) from the very generous Mr Ravi and Mr Dennis. All of us even received a laminated group photo of everyone taken at Macritche!
What was really touching to me was when the kids gave us (the volunteers) a very mighty 3 cheers! It really came from their hearts and they really enjoyed themselves over the past 2 days. Then the parents came over and thanked me, and I was really touched once again. The camp may have officially ended, and the children may have gone home, but somehow, I got a feeling that this won't be the last time I see these children. Somehow.
Yesterday I had to make a tough decision: whether to go for the Pathlight School camp or to go for bridge training/duplicates session. I chose to go for Bridge, because after bridge I still can go to Pathlight and have dinner with the kids.
So in the afternoon I went for bridge. Initially I wanted to cycle to school, but my geographic instincts warned me about the weather and fortunately, I chose not to. Bridge was fun. YJ and I played a million times better for today's session than during the selections, and guess what? We won the duplicates!!!! Won as in 1st! Yea YEa YEA!!!! We did not really 'own' the others, but still, we played well, and that's the most important thing! We had some close calls and lucky bids but it seems that our partnership finally benefited from those long discussions I had with YJ in the mornings and after school! We finally proved our critics and detractors wrong!!!
Of course, there is still a lot to be done, and we still need to improve our skills and bidding knowledge and concentration, but on the overall, it was a good performance from us. Muhd and Morch also played well, well done guys! YJ and I learnt a lot today, especially from the -800 game, and I think learning from our mistakes is the best way forward. I am also especially proud of myself that I was finally able to CONCENTRATE and FOCUS during the games and not be distracted by whatever.
After bridge I went to Pathlight School. I had dinner with the kids and we watched a slide show of all the wonderful memories we created over the past 2 days. Then the kids and the volunteers were given some souvenirs (a water bottle, towel and a sports bag) from the very generous Mr Ravi and Mr Dennis. All of us even received a laminated group photo of everyone taken at Macritche!
What was really touching to me was when the kids gave us (the volunteers) a very mighty 3 cheers! It really came from their hearts and they really enjoyed themselves over the past 2 days. Then the parents came over and thanked me, and I was really touched once again. The camp may have officially ended, and the children may have gone home, but somehow, I got a feeling that this won't be the last time I see these children. Somehow.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Random photos worth uploading
Sorry Lester, cam never adjust properly! Alex and Shi Da getting owned! And Mark dun gu-niang can?
This one for YJ (as promised), ah Di and YingX! Enjoy your last year, juniors!
This one obviously take 5! Glen getting owned!Amazing Day!
Today I volunteered my time at Pathlight School. being older and somehow enlightened by readings, I decided that I should contribute back to society regardless of how minute my efforts will be. At first I was seriously apprehensive because
1. none of my friends were going,
2. and I never had intimate experiences with Autistic children before.
I woke up at 6.30, left the house. As usual, I disembarked the bus one stop late because I was unfamiliar with the place. I had to walk 20 min to reach the school. I didn't know Ang Mo Kio had industrial parks. Found out more about my country today.
So I went into the school compound, feeling quite uncertain with myself. I know that having a friendly and cheerful disposition would not hurt my image with the kids, so I put on my TYPICAL HC smiley 'with a grin' face. I thought I was late, but it seems that camps never start on time. Things were going quite smoothly. I met the other volunteers and we sort of got on quite finely. Then I met the kids and we sort of got on together well. There was this young boy who was quite shy initially, but he came over to the bench and sat beside me and put his head on m shoulder. I was like, 'Hey, my usual charm's radiating again'.
The instructor set the tone very well. He warned us not to be overly lenient with the children, and boy was he a good practitioner of what he says. He was strict and firm but somehow the children respected him and actually listened to him. He was experienced and he knew every single one of the children there. He knows their personality well, and gave us specific tips on how to handle every child.
In the morning we played soccer with the kids. The soccer session was to enhance their motor skills and to enable them to gain confidence on the pitch. At first I would have to admit it was quite tough to coordinate the actions of all the children, but it gradually got better and it was really heartwarming to see the children having fun without the boundaries of a strict classroom environment.
Being autistic, they did not really speak to each other a lot, so I just went around talking to all the children. I discovered that they are actually very smart children. One boy, for example, could tell me the exact URLs of numerous websites. Another girl reads scientific books a lot and she can easily beat any of us with her knowledge of the stars. However, when you speak to them, you have to be really patient and adopt a 'Do not be afraid to get dao-ed' attitude because the children will actually dao you if they are afraid of you. You have to patiently get closer to them and understand their way of thinking.
After soccer we did some simple station games- obstacle courses, archery, darts, remote-car racing and rocket balloon. Some of the children were very hesitant to participate, but the others were very enthusiastic. I had to break a fight between two enthu kids who were fighting over a dart. Then I had to encourage this really pretty girl to play the games because she kept holding on to my hands and singing a song. I had to teach the children to be patient, to wait for their turns to play the games, and not be afraid to try new activities which they have never seen before.
We had lunch before we headed out to Macritchie for a long hike. That was when my headache started. Oh crap. However, I would not allow some small minor malaise to spoil the wonderful time I was having. So we went to Macritchie and hiked to the Jelutong Tower, which was 7 stories high and provides the climber a scenic view of the picturesque central catchment area. By then my headache was torturing me and I really felt the entire tower shaking. Thankfully, a few kids came to me and held my hands and I seriously felt better.
After 3 hours of gruelling hiking under the scorching tropical heat, we finally exited the Nature Reserve unscathed except for a few minor scratches and bruises here and there. I was really exhausted but heavily rewarded. I had boosted the confidence of a few kids, trained a few to be leaders by getting them to lead the way, taught them a few new words and stuff, and got them to open up their inner selves so that they can enjoy themselves without any fear of the people around them. I had lots of fun with them. My only hope is that these really cute and adorable children can one day, finally get to fully enjoy the fellowship which our society provides. I am very positive they would have no problems with that=)
1. none of my friends were going,
2. and I never had intimate experiences with Autistic children before.
I woke up at 6.30, left the house. As usual, I disembarked the bus one stop late because I was unfamiliar with the place. I had to walk 20 min to reach the school. I didn't know Ang Mo Kio had industrial parks. Found out more about my country today.
So I went into the school compound, feeling quite uncertain with myself. I know that having a friendly and cheerful disposition would not hurt my image with the kids, so I put on my TYPICAL HC smiley 'with a grin' face. I thought I was late, but it seems that camps never start on time. Things were going quite smoothly. I met the other volunteers and we sort of got on quite finely. Then I met the kids and we sort of got on together well. There was this young boy who was quite shy initially, but he came over to the bench and sat beside me and put his head on m shoulder. I was like, 'Hey, my usual charm's radiating again'.
The instructor set the tone very well. He warned us not to be overly lenient with the children, and boy was he a good practitioner of what he says. He was strict and firm but somehow the children respected him and actually listened to him. He was experienced and he knew every single one of the children there. He knows their personality well, and gave us specific tips on how to handle every child.
In the morning we played soccer with the kids. The soccer session was to enhance their motor skills and to enable them to gain confidence on the pitch. At first I would have to admit it was quite tough to coordinate the actions of all the children, but it gradually got better and it was really heartwarming to see the children having fun without the boundaries of a strict classroom environment.
Being autistic, they did not really speak to each other a lot, so I just went around talking to all the children. I discovered that they are actually very smart children. One boy, for example, could tell me the exact URLs of numerous websites. Another girl reads scientific books a lot and she can easily beat any of us with her knowledge of the stars. However, when you speak to them, you have to be really patient and adopt a 'Do not be afraid to get dao-ed' attitude because the children will actually dao you if they are afraid of you. You have to patiently get closer to them and understand their way of thinking.
After soccer we did some simple station games- obstacle courses, archery, darts, remote-car racing and rocket balloon. Some of the children were very hesitant to participate, but the others were very enthusiastic. I had to break a fight between two enthu kids who were fighting over a dart. Then I had to encourage this really pretty girl to play the games because she kept holding on to my hands and singing a song. I had to teach the children to be patient, to wait for their turns to play the games, and not be afraid to try new activities which they have never seen before.
We had lunch before we headed out to Macritchie for a long hike. That was when my headache started. Oh crap. However, I would not allow some small minor malaise to spoil the wonderful time I was having. So we went to Macritchie and hiked to the Jelutong Tower, which was 7 stories high and provides the climber a scenic view of the picturesque central catchment area. By then my headache was torturing me and I really felt the entire tower shaking. Thankfully, a few kids came to me and held my hands and I seriously felt better.
After 3 hours of gruelling hiking under the scorching tropical heat, we finally exited the Nature Reserve unscathed except for a few minor scratches and bruises here and there. I was really exhausted but heavily rewarded. I had boosted the confidence of a few kids, trained a few to be leaders by getting them to lead the way, taught them a few new words and stuff, and got them to open up their inner selves so that they can enjoy themselves without any fear of the people around them. I had lots of fun with them. My only hope is that these really cute and adorable children can one day, finally get to fully enjoy the fellowship which our society provides. I am very positive they would have no problems with that=)
Sunday, March 11, 2007
The 1st (or should I say 2nd) day of the hols =)
Wa Song ah (to quote Zhuang's regular saying)!
1st day of the 1st holiday of my JC life. The day started at 12.30 pm. Actually I wanted to wake up at 5.30 am to jog a bit and do a bit of exercise since Napfa is coming and my fitness is at a real low point now, but I can't be bothered to force myself awake anytime before 12 noon. Anyway, so the day started well, woke up correctly and no one was hogging the toilet. Dad went out already, so newspapers are all mine! Sister went out already, so the whole house smells a lot better! Joking lah sis!
So i did the same things, blah blah blah. Man U drew 2-2 crap! Mum wanted me to go shopping with her but as usual, I declined. Then Dad came back and I was feeling quite hungry, so decided to go out with them. Old Chang Kee soft squid sticks still rock despite the oil and everything, but I was quite disappointed with the curry puff. Then we passed by a sports shop, my parents wanted me to get another shoe, so we went in and bought one. Then I saw a pair of nice but super ex adidas flip-flops, tried it on, the finance minister (dad) vetoed but the Prime Minister (mum) amazingly approved, haha, prime minister gets the final say, so...YES, it's lying on my door-step now!
Today was supposed to be OG outing, wanted to go Sentosa, but not enough people could turn up, so we're postponing it to 2 weekends later. Looking forward to the next OG outing! Alex and I plotting our revenge...
Gabby's planning class outing for the guys at Parkway tml but I can't go =( since I'm helping out for a camp with Pathlight School. I hope the children like me man =)
For dinner I finally got a meal at home after all the lunches and dinners outside for the past week. The table debate was my sister's university course since she's supposed to apply for Uni soon. She wants to major in HR at the SMU business school, but the ministers were saying NUS is more prestigious. Which I agree, but my sis says BA at NUS doesn't provide the direct honours route, so the ministers say can go for MBA after the 3 years overseas, but sis doesn't want to study overseas... I quickly ate and excused myself.
Infernal Affairs II was screening, so of course dad and I watched. Good film, but we both prefer the first one. Then we were debating whether Anthony Wong looked like Ma Ying-Jeou.
Anyway, here's a shot of my thinking desk. I won't want to change the cheap wood for the best oak desk in the world man, because this desk is my life. To the observant reader: this shot was taken just before I went out today.
1st day of the 1st holiday of my JC life. The day started at 12.30 pm. Actually I wanted to wake up at 5.30 am to jog a bit and do a bit of exercise since Napfa is coming and my fitness is at a real low point now, but I can't be bothered to force myself awake anytime before 12 noon. Anyway, so the day started well, woke up correctly and no one was hogging the toilet. Dad went out already, so newspapers are all mine! Sister went out already, so the whole house smells a lot better! Joking lah sis!
So i did the same things, blah blah blah. Man U drew 2-2 crap! Mum wanted me to go shopping with her but as usual, I declined. Then Dad came back and I was feeling quite hungry, so decided to go out with them. Old Chang Kee soft squid sticks still rock despite the oil and everything, but I was quite disappointed with the curry puff. Then we passed by a sports shop, my parents wanted me to get another shoe, so we went in and bought one. Then I saw a pair of nice but super ex adidas flip-flops, tried it on, the finance minister (dad) vetoed but the Prime Minister (mum) amazingly approved, haha, prime minister gets the final say, so...YES, it's lying on my door-step now!
Today was supposed to be OG outing, wanted to go Sentosa, but not enough people could turn up, so we're postponing it to 2 weekends later. Looking forward to the next OG outing! Alex and I plotting our revenge...
Gabby's planning class outing for the guys at Parkway tml but I can't go =( since I'm helping out for a camp with Pathlight School. I hope the children like me man =)
For dinner I finally got a meal at home after all the lunches and dinners outside for the past week. The table debate was my sister's university course since she's supposed to apply for Uni soon. She wants to major in HR at the SMU business school, but the ministers were saying NUS is more prestigious. Which I agree, but my sis says BA at NUS doesn't provide the direct honours route, so the ministers say can go for MBA after the 3 years overseas, but sis doesn't want to study overseas... I quickly ate and excused myself.
Infernal Affairs II was screening, so of course dad and I watched. Good film, but we both prefer the first one. Then we were debating whether Anthony Wong looked like Ma Ying-Jeou.
Anyway, here's a shot of my thinking desk. I won't want to change the cheap wood for the best oak desk in the world man, because this desk is my life. To the observant reader: this shot was taken just before I went out today.
I bought and borrowed some great books recently, shall try to finish all before term resumes.
Lastly, a photo of 1/3 of my class, taken from Lei's blog =)
Saturday, March 10, 2007
ISSUE VI: 6.5 million population target, unsustainable car growth
Recently, there was quite a bit of commotion going on at the House. Parliament House.
Let Veritas Post inform those who haven't heard of it in a SUBJECTIVE manner.
The Minister of National Development strongly believes that 6.5 million is the perfect number for our population a few years down the road. Perfect for competitive economic growth. I respect his view, but I will not accept it. Here's why:
1. More people = less space to work, play and live.
2. Singapore has limited space and it cannot keep reclaiming land, especially now that granite exports from Indonesia is banned.
3. Go into any shopping centre on a weekend afternoon, during a school holiday period. See the number of people there. Multiply it by two. That's what will happen if Mr Minister has it his way.
4. Go to a food court or hawker centre. Divide the number of empty tables by 2. If there are no empty tables, then multiply the number of people waiting around for seats by 2. You can also multiply your waiting time to actually start eating by 2 also.
5. Go take the MRT. Embark at Orchard station on a Saturday afternoon. Multiply the number of passengers by 2.
Drawing a high salary and living in a large house, it would of course be easy for him to say "No lah, living conditions won't be too cramped for citizens." (disclaimer: this quote is not said by him at all) It seems that to be a minister, you have to have a good sense of humour as a pre-requisite.
The next issue is not a joke. It seems like more Singaporeans are buying cars. This trend is unsustainable. It will cause a major environmental problem in this small country. The projection is 1.2 million cars by 2020.
To tackle this problem, our ministers are encouraging us to take more public transport, in fact using public transport totally so that owning a car is actually not necessary. Very nice idea, but I do not accept it again. Our minister of transport tried to put himself in the shoes of normal citizens (citizens who have to worry about their salary and income). He 'squeezed into a crowded train in Tokyo... and braved the morning crush at the Toa Payoh MRT station to board a south-bound train', sentence quoted from The New Paper, 10th March. The New Paper, however, did not say whether the minister actually sustained his efforts for more than one day. Maybe he did. Maybe he did not.
Wow. Impressive. Bravo. Sir, what about selling your car and braving the crush every morning then? How about taking the train to work then? After all, you should enjoy the fruits of your labour more often. Which means taking more public transportation. Which means having to actually possess an EZ link card. Which means having to scan the newspapers attentively to find out when is the next price hike in public transport fares, and be worried that your children may not get their birthday presents because the hike may actually affect your income considerably.
Sir, how about asking a 16 year old kid about his experiences in taking public transport? After all, he may be more experienced than you...
Let Veritas Post inform those who haven't heard of it in a SUBJECTIVE manner.
The Minister of National Development strongly believes that 6.5 million is the perfect number for our population a few years down the road. Perfect for competitive economic growth. I respect his view, but I will not accept it. Here's why:
1. More people = less space to work, play and live.
2. Singapore has limited space and it cannot keep reclaiming land, especially now that granite exports from Indonesia is banned.
3. Go into any shopping centre on a weekend afternoon, during a school holiday period. See the number of people there. Multiply it by two. That's what will happen if Mr Minister has it his way.
4. Go to a food court or hawker centre. Divide the number of empty tables by 2. If there are no empty tables, then multiply the number of people waiting around for seats by 2. You can also multiply your waiting time to actually start eating by 2 also.
5. Go take the MRT. Embark at Orchard station on a Saturday afternoon. Multiply the number of passengers by 2.
Drawing a high salary and living in a large house, it would of course be easy for him to say "No lah, living conditions won't be too cramped for citizens." (disclaimer: this quote is not said by him at all) It seems that to be a minister, you have to have a good sense of humour as a pre-requisite.
The next issue is not a joke. It seems like more Singaporeans are buying cars. This trend is unsustainable. It will cause a major environmental problem in this small country. The projection is 1.2 million cars by 2020.
To tackle this problem, our ministers are encouraging us to take more public transport, in fact using public transport totally so that owning a car is actually not necessary. Very nice idea, but I do not accept it again. Our minister of transport tried to put himself in the shoes of normal citizens (citizens who have to worry about their salary and income). He 'squeezed into a crowded train in Tokyo... and braved the morning crush at the Toa Payoh MRT station to board a south-bound train', sentence quoted from The New Paper, 10th March. The New Paper, however, did not say whether the minister actually sustained his efforts for more than one day. Maybe he did. Maybe he did not.
Wow. Impressive. Bravo. Sir, what about selling your car and braving the crush every morning then? How about taking the train to work then? After all, you should enjoy the fruits of your labour more often. Which means taking more public transportation. Which means having to actually possess an EZ link card. Which means having to scan the newspapers attentively to find out when is the next price hike in public transport fares, and be worried that your children may not get their birthday presents because the hike may actually affect your income considerably.
Sir, how about asking a 16 year old kid about his experiences in taking public transport? After all, he may be more experienced than you...
ISSUE V: Road safety in Singapore
My mum drives me to school every morning. And I hate it when male drivers bully her on the road. They like to overtake her at junctions. They refuse to give way at yellow-boxes. They like to turn at junctions where turning is prohibited. They like to blast their horns loudly at her, frightening my poor vulnerable mum. I hate it and I feel weak being unable to give her any form of protection. I can only verbally reassure her that being honked at has nothing to with her driving skills. She was one law-abiding proper driver. How I wish I could just disembark the car and raise my fist at the other party, and perhaps engage in a fist-fight with those idiots. But this act would not comply with my policy of non-violence.
On the 23rd of Feb, the papers reported that a boy was killed while cycling on the road. He was returing home from tuition on his bicycle. He was 10. Another boy, 12, had to undergo multiple surgeries after a vehicle collided into him on the 6th of March.
Three weeks ago, my cousin was cycling on the road when a reckless motorist collided into him at the infamous Bishan Junction. The accident severely damaged his bicycle but thankfully did not give him any major injuries.
Three years ago, my good friend's family was involved in a major accident. One young male driver was test driving a sports car along Upper Paya Lebar Road when he lost control of the test car and sent the car flipping across the road divider. The car landed on my good friend's car. All five passengers in my good friend's car were saved by seat belts and the rigid structure of the BMW car frame. They were hospitalised for a week. The young female car sales assistant who accompanied the man on his test drive was killed. The driver survived. He was speeding at the point when the accident occurred.
Just what is wrong with motorists these days? Haste, carelessness, recklessness, complacency, arrogance, influence of alcohol, distraction due to phone calls, poor driving etiquette, and a basic lack of respect for other road users. These are the main problems plaguing the typical Singaporean driver.
I am a road cyclist. On the road, female drivers are looked down upon, children are frowned upon, drivers of small Japanese sedans are bullied and pushed around, the cyclists are trampled upon, and the innocent get killed.
The road is a dangerous place, regardless of who you are, or what you are travelling on. The incidents provided by me are merely 4 of the numerous examples that highlight the ugly side of Singaporeans. While I believe all accidents are unintentional, the drivers can actually prevent accidents by driving carefully.
I hope that we won't ever have to feel guilty of reckless driving. Guilt creeps into one's heart and stays there for the rest of his life.
On the 23rd of Feb, the papers reported that a boy was killed while cycling on the road. He was returing home from tuition on his bicycle. He was 10. Another boy, 12, had to undergo multiple surgeries after a vehicle collided into him on the 6th of March.
Three weeks ago, my cousin was cycling on the road when a reckless motorist collided into him at the infamous Bishan Junction. The accident severely damaged his bicycle but thankfully did not give him any major injuries.
Three years ago, my good friend's family was involved in a major accident. One young male driver was test driving a sports car along Upper Paya Lebar Road when he lost control of the test car and sent the car flipping across the road divider. The car landed on my good friend's car. All five passengers in my good friend's car were saved by seat belts and the rigid structure of the BMW car frame. They were hospitalised for a week. The young female car sales assistant who accompanied the man on his test drive was killed. The driver survived. He was speeding at the point when the accident occurred.
Just what is wrong with motorists these days? Haste, carelessness, recklessness, complacency, arrogance, influence of alcohol, distraction due to phone calls, poor driving etiquette, and a basic lack of respect for other road users. These are the main problems plaguing the typical Singaporean driver.
I am a road cyclist. On the road, female drivers are looked down upon, children are frowned upon, drivers of small Japanese sedans are bullied and pushed around, the cyclists are trampled upon, and the innocent get killed.
The road is a dangerous place, regardless of who you are, or what you are travelling on. The incidents provided by me are merely 4 of the numerous examples that highlight the ugly side of Singaporeans. While I believe all accidents are unintentional, the drivers can actually prevent accidents by driving carefully.
I hope that we won't ever have to feel guilty of reckless driving. Guilt creeps into one's heart and stays there for the rest of his life.
Friday, March 9, 2007
ISSUE IV: Irreversible Decline or just honeymoon?
The transition from Secondary school life to JC life is very different from the transition between Primary school to Sec school or from Sec 2 to Sec 3. Even for me, having already known so many guys from Secondary school (about 1/4 of the total number of people in my entire J1 batch I would say), the social change was radical and awkward at times. After a decade of all boys schooling, the sudden exposure to so many girls was like entering a storm: you get blown away by the gale (pardon the similarity, but there was no intention for any connection between gale and gal)!
The changes were not subtle, in fact they were drastic:
1. Changing in class or at public areas is no longer acceptable or permissible.
2. The concept of lectures and moving around the campus so often is still slowing sinking in.
3. Proper application of spoken vocabulary (and behaviour) would have to be more closely monitored by the brain now.
4. Most people's tests results have declined steeply.
I am sure there are many more changes. Less subtle ones perhaps. The one that most people would be concerned with most should most likely be no. 4: The lackluster performance in academics by almost everyone. This critical subject is what ISSUE IV shall discuss. Insights from all are welcome.
I wonder what is causing this 'slacking' effect? What is the underlying factor for this worrying trend? Does the problem lie with the individual, or the extremely not-healthy general mentality of the students that the first 3 months is a honeymoon period, or a deadly combination of both the aforementioned?
Embarking on a tediously time-consuming investigative quest, one dedicated journalist from Veritas Post sought to seek the answers to this urgent problem. He found out the following from a variety of sources, ranging from typical muggers to heck-carers:
1. The tests were not extremely difficult.
2. The students did not become stupid overnight.
3. The number of failures increased exponentially.
4. The highest mark also dropped.
5. The lowest mark also got lower (as compared to sec 4 standards)
6. The time given to complete the tests were all sufficient except for Chemistry and for some, Maths.
Actually, based on the results of the investigation, we can only assume that either the students did not study, or that everyone just wants to screw up, the latter being extremely unlikely. If the students did not study, then the trend is not too bad because once this slacking episode dies off after the first few months, it would be fine for all. Based on past years, it is very likely that the slackiness fades away after the first three months.
However, what if most people did study, but still screwed up? The perhaps another reason must be formulated, and in this case it would be that the answering techniques must be different for secondary school and JC questions. However, this scenario is not too bad also because once the students get the hang of answering such questions, they would be fine.
However, what if the students were just distracted by members of the opposite sex? Wouldn't it be foolish to have your results and possibly future being screwed by a distraction caused by a crush? This is indeed worrying. Thus the undying advocacy against BGRs by the chief editor of this blog would stand.
To finally form a conclusion to this mind-boggling question, only time can provide the answer. Let's all hope for the best. Enjoy your holidays, people :)
The changes were not subtle, in fact they were drastic:
1. Changing in class or at public areas is no longer acceptable or permissible.
2. The concept of lectures and moving around the campus so often is still slowing sinking in.
3. Proper application of spoken vocabulary (and behaviour) would have to be more closely monitored by the brain now.
4. Most people's tests results have declined steeply.
I am sure there are many more changes. Less subtle ones perhaps. The one that most people would be concerned with most should most likely be no. 4: The lackluster performance in academics by almost everyone. This critical subject is what ISSUE IV shall discuss. Insights from all are welcome.
I wonder what is causing this 'slacking' effect? What is the underlying factor for this worrying trend? Does the problem lie with the individual, or the extremely not-healthy general mentality of the students that the first 3 months is a honeymoon period, or a deadly combination of both the aforementioned?
Embarking on a tediously time-consuming investigative quest, one dedicated journalist from Veritas Post sought to seek the answers to this urgent problem. He found out the following from a variety of sources, ranging from typical muggers to heck-carers:
1. The tests were not extremely difficult.
2. The students did not become stupid overnight.
3. The number of failures increased exponentially.
4. The highest mark also dropped.
5. The lowest mark also got lower (as compared to sec 4 standards)
6. The time given to complete the tests were all sufficient except for Chemistry and for some, Maths.
Actually, based on the results of the investigation, we can only assume that either the students did not study, or that everyone just wants to screw up, the latter being extremely unlikely. If the students did not study, then the trend is not too bad because once this slacking episode dies off after the first few months, it would be fine for all. Based on past years, it is very likely that the slackiness fades away after the first three months.
However, what if most people did study, but still screwed up? The perhaps another reason must be formulated, and in this case it would be that the answering techniques must be different for secondary school and JC questions. However, this scenario is not too bad also because once the students get the hang of answering such questions, they would be fine.
However, what if the students were just distracted by members of the opposite sex? Wouldn't it be foolish to have your results and possibly future being screwed by a distraction caused by a crush? This is indeed worrying. Thus the undying advocacy against BGRs by the chief editor of this blog would stand.
To finally form a conclusion to this mind-boggling question, only time can provide the answer. Let's all hope for the best. Enjoy your holidays, people :)
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Lollapalooz rocks!
What do you get when you equate a funky OG (in fact the best OG in the world) with great OGLs (in fact the best OGLs in the world)? You get to enjoy Orientation 2 a lot, despite the fatigue and lameness of events (specifically batch dance)! My OG comprises great individuals, and I am proud of every one of them. The supreme muggers, the leaders, the initiators, the athletes, the quiet thinkers, the humble achievers, even the followers - everyone deserves praise and acknowledgement. I am certainly proud to be in this super multi-talented OG. My OG is super sneaky. They like to hatch and execute, with perfection, totally cunning and unexpected ambushes and pranks on unsuspecting people like Alex and HC. Shaf and Cara better watch out man ;)
Do not be deceived by the scenic calmness. Even the kid on the left knows that HC is in imminent deep trouble. The merlion looks on haughtily.
Do not be deceived by the scenic calmness. Even the kid on the left knows that HC is in imminent deep trouble. The merlion looks on haughtily. 
The water gets progressively deeper with each venture. It's 4 on 1. GGXX. HC realises there is no escape and he faces the peril with great courage.
Getting dunked (everyone), getting your shoes stolen(Alex), getting tricked(HC), getting flour and sand hurled at you(everyone), getting buried in the sand-hole that you've digged yourself(Yu Jing), taking photos with giant Burgers and Fries and Cola, it's all part and parcel of being in Lollapalooz.However, one event saddens me. Adrian puts it across smoothly, being the eloquent linguist, " To all of those who got posted elsewhere, I'm sure I speak for everyone when I say that we're hoping and praying for your return to us!"
Long live Lollapalooz!
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT
Apparently, some people really lack the basic emotional quotient to accept the success of various more outstanding individuals. As a result, they post articles on their tiny paltry little minute microscopic (circulation = himself only) blogs trying to put down the success of these more outstanding individuals. Thankfully these individuals have numerous allies to help them spot such slanderous remarks.
As a gracious person, I will take it in my stride. However, many people came down to my law office insisting that a lawsuit be filed to protect their reputation. Hence, the lawsuit will be filed and argued out in a court of law. The plaintiff, CYJ, represented by HC, will sue TT (aka Terry) for actual damages and punitive exceeding $250,000. We will sue till you cry out loud for your impertinence! Of course, we would not be expecting much actual damages since the circulation is controlled and negligible. It would be a different story with the punitive charges though.
TT, let me give you a warning. Do not, ever, provoke an angry lawyer and his pissed-off client and their army of allies. We outnumber and easily beat you in all aspects. My client will not accept any form of settlement. We advise you to delete your comments with immediate effect. We strongly encourage you to post a formal announcement of apology. We are warning you directly that you better be discreet with your choice of words. We strongly suggest that you better evolve to be a more disciplined blogger or face the wrath of more lawsuits. Evolve or die indeed!
Let this serve as a deterrence to all those big mouths out there who believe that freedom of speech is a natural entitlement. NO it is not. Failure to be wise with word usage will result in consequences beyond imagination.
Requiescant in pace, Terry! May your arrogance perish with your soul.
As a gracious person, I will take it in my stride. However, many people came down to my law office insisting that a lawsuit be filed to protect their reputation. Hence, the lawsuit will be filed and argued out in a court of law. The plaintiff, CYJ, represented by HC, will sue TT (aka Terry) for actual damages and punitive exceeding $250,000. We will sue till you cry out loud for your impertinence! Of course, we would not be expecting much actual damages since the circulation is controlled and negligible. It would be a different story with the punitive charges though.
TT, let me give you a warning. Do not, ever, provoke an angry lawyer and his pissed-off client and their army of allies. We outnumber and easily beat you in all aspects. My client will not accept any form of settlement. We advise you to delete your comments with immediate effect. We strongly encourage you to post a formal announcement of apology. We are warning you directly that you better be discreet with your choice of words. We strongly suggest that you better evolve to be a more disciplined blogger or face the wrath of more lawsuits. Evolve or die indeed!
Let this serve as a deterrence to all those big mouths out there who believe that freedom of speech is a natural entitlement. NO it is not. Failure to be wise with word usage will result in consequences beyond imagination.
Requiescant in pace, Terry! May your arrogance perish with your soul.
ISSUE III- Puppy Love is nothing, and leads to nowhere
"Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,
So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies
Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes."
-Friar Laurence to Romeo Montague in Romeo and Juliet, highlighting the shallow and transient nature of Romeo's feelings towards Rosaline.
I am starting to appreciate the truth in Shakespeare's work.
Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,
So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies
Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes."
-Friar Laurence to Romeo Montague in Romeo and Juliet, highlighting the shallow and transient nature of Romeo's feelings towards Rosaline.
I am starting to appreciate the truth in Shakespeare's work.
ISSUE II: BGRs Part I
Recently a MP mentioned in Parliament to introduce more social activities in schools, specifically for the secondary and tertiary institutions, so as to tackle the problem of the low fertility rate in Singapore. Here's a quick breakdown:
1. More social activities will allow members of the opposite sex to get to know each other more.
2. Knowing each other more will enable them to get into BGRs.
3. Establishing BGRs early will enable earlier marriages.
4. Earlier marriages would translate into the woman having a longer fertility period (since a woman at age 24, married would have more years to reproduce than a woman at age 34, married)
5. Longer fertility periods would promise more children.
Good proposal, bad idea. The whole concept is flawed. Let me explain why:
1. True.
2. Ya rite (I hope you can feel the sarcasm).OK, so this MP says that he met his wife in school. Good for you, but so what? I am not interested in your private affairs, thank you. Do not commit hasty generalisation.
3. Have you ever heard of the extremely common phrase Breaking up?
4. Generally true, but this is not tackling the mindset of the women. The problem in Singapore is not about the late marriages, but rather the mindset of the women in Singapore. If they want to have children, they will settle down early. If they do not wish to have children, they can get married at 18 but the babies will just not arrive.
5. Longer fertility period would just mean that the body can promise more children. The mind cannot promise children unless it wants to.
Social activities should not be organised with such an intention or agenda. I strongly advocate against the idea of BGRs in schools. Let me tell you why:
1. Friendships will be affected. More time for girlfriend/boyfriend = less time for buddies.
2. Studies will be affected. Sometimes for the better. Majority of the time for the worse.
3. Breakups affect you. And your poor father, mother and brother have to spend all night worrying about you. And your brother has to think of ways to confront that moron to get back for you.
4. Energy, time, money will be lost. Sometimes for moments of acute ecstasy. Majority of the time for nothing.
5. Rejection will hurt. Badly.
6. You will get over puppy love over time, but if you lose a good friend, that's it. Honestly, you should never sacrifice philia for eros.
Think about it. Which of the following gives you more jubilation: Straight As or a nice girl/boyfriend? It's up to you to decide what's best for yourself.
Let me quote you a motto from my professor: Single but unavailable. Applicable for use for all students. Use it wisely. No offence to all couples.
1. More social activities will allow members of the opposite sex to get to know each other more.
2. Knowing each other more will enable them to get into BGRs.
3. Establishing BGRs early will enable earlier marriages.
4. Earlier marriages would translate into the woman having a longer fertility period (since a woman at age 24, married would have more years to reproduce than a woman at age 34, married)
5. Longer fertility periods would promise more children.
Good proposal, bad idea. The whole concept is flawed. Let me explain why:
1. True.
2. Ya rite (I hope you can feel the sarcasm).OK, so this MP says that he met his wife in school. Good for you, but so what? I am not interested in your private affairs, thank you. Do not commit hasty generalisation.
3. Have you ever heard of the extremely common phrase Breaking up?
4. Generally true, but this is not tackling the mindset of the women. The problem in Singapore is not about the late marriages, but rather the mindset of the women in Singapore. If they want to have children, they will settle down early. If they do not wish to have children, they can get married at 18 but the babies will just not arrive.
5. Longer fertility period would just mean that the body can promise more children. The mind cannot promise children unless it wants to.
Social activities should not be organised with such an intention or agenda. I strongly advocate against the idea of BGRs in schools. Let me tell you why:
1. Friendships will be affected. More time for girlfriend/boyfriend = less time for buddies.
2. Studies will be affected. Sometimes for the better. Majority of the time for the worse.
3. Breakups affect you. And your poor father, mother and brother have to spend all night worrying about you. And your brother has to think of ways to confront that moron to get back for you.
4. Energy, time, money will be lost. Sometimes for moments of acute ecstasy. Majority of the time for nothing.
5. Rejection will hurt. Badly.
6. You will get over puppy love over time, but if you lose a good friend, that's it. Honestly, you should never sacrifice philia for eros.
Think about it. Which of the following gives you more jubilation: Straight As or a nice girl/boyfriend? It's up to you to decide what's best for yourself.
Let me quote you a motto from my professor: Single but unavailable. Applicable for use for all students. Use it wisely. No offence to all couples.
People, groups and things that matter. To me.
In order to provide a good read, Veritas Post will adopt an innovate approach in delivering the truth. Official posts will be titled ISSUE x, where x represents a Roman numeral. Unofficial posts will be titled randomly, for example, this post.
HC's main sources of influence in life:
1. Mum and Dad. Obviously.
2. Mr Soo, Mr Tan, Mr Lim, Mr Eng, Dr Chionh and Ms Yong.
3. Friends. The list goes on forever.
4. All my relatives basically, but more importantly, Ah Mah, Nai-nai, Cek-cek, Lao Sim, the lawyer, and Gong-gong.
5. John Grisham.
6. Al Gore.
HC's main sources of inspiration:
1. Mr Yeo.
2. Atticus Finch.
3. The Founding Fathers of Singapore.
4. The Founding Fathers of The United States, esp Jefferson and Franklin.
5. Capt Jack Sparrow.
6. Undercover cops in Hong Kong gangster films.
7. Manchester United Football Club.
8. Boeing 777, B747-400, Airbus 340 and A380. The iron birds themselves.
9. Socrates and his protege, Plato. Wise men who pretend to be fools so that they can pursue more wisdom, that divine and elusive goal. They were definitely not fools. Socrates was a courageous man.
10. Mum and Dad.
Amazing not a single fella from TIME's 100 most influential list. What does this prove? Koizumi may be influential to the editors of TIME, but not to me. George Bush can go to war all he wants, but his decisions pales in comparison with Mum's decision to have war with me. Hugo Chavez can create all the instability he wants in latin America, but what's more important to me is Mr. Yeo's health. And al-Zawahiri may appear menacing in his videotapes, but I would rather watch Jack Sparrow anytime. Ahmadinejad may hog headlines, but any slight injury to Man Utd's Paul Scholes sure sounds more significant to me.
Remember, the people who influence or inspire you need not be heros or headline-hoggers. The most significant people are the people who matter most to you.
HC's main sources of influence in life:
1. Mum and Dad. Obviously.
2. Mr Soo, Mr Tan, Mr Lim, Mr Eng, Dr Chionh and Ms Yong.
3. Friends. The list goes on forever.
4. All my relatives basically, but more importantly, Ah Mah, Nai-nai, Cek-cek, Lao Sim, the lawyer, and Gong-gong.
5. John Grisham.
6. Al Gore.
HC's main sources of inspiration:
1. Mr Yeo.
2. Atticus Finch.
3. The Founding Fathers of Singapore.
4. The Founding Fathers of The United States, esp Jefferson and Franklin.
5. Capt Jack Sparrow.
6. Undercover cops in Hong Kong gangster films.
7. Manchester United Football Club.
8. Boeing 777, B747-400, Airbus 340 and A380. The iron birds themselves.
9. Socrates and his protege, Plato. Wise men who pretend to be fools so that they can pursue more wisdom, that divine and elusive goal. They were definitely not fools. Socrates was a courageous man.
10. Mum and Dad.
Amazing not a single fella from TIME's 100 most influential list. What does this prove? Koizumi may be influential to the editors of TIME, but not to me. George Bush can go to war all he wants, but his decisions pales in comparison with Mum's decision to have war with me. Hugo Chavez can create all the instability he wants in latin America, but what's more important to me is Mr. Yeo's health. And al-Zawahiri may appear menacing in his videotapes, but I would rather watch Jack Sparrow anytime. Ahmadinejad may hog headlines, but any slight injury to Man Utd's Paul Scholes sure sounds more significant to me.
Remember, the people who influence or inspire you need not be heros or headline-hoggers. The most significant people are the people who matter most to you.
ISSUE I
Ladies and gentlemen, the truth is out! Veritas Post, the highly-anticipated blog, is finally ready. Veritas, the motto of Harvard University, is latin for truth. In this blog, the truth is considered as a sacred entity, and the chief editor will try his best to write the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
But of course, the truth cannot be complete all the time, even in a courtroom. In order to protect the identity of some people, pseudonyms will be used occasionally. Such pseudonyms obviously should refer to some specific individuals, but the chief editor is advising all readers not to jump to conclusions. The chief editor must emphasize once again that Chapter IV of the Constitution of Singapore declares and guarantees the entitlement of freedom of speech and opinion to the citizens of Singapore. A resident attorney-at-law will be employed to advise the chief editor on legal matters, so as to avoid unnecessary complications or lawsuits. Our maxim is that everyone is entitled his or her freedom to read what he or she wants, and in so doing, should not be offended by what he or she chooses to read. Censorship is an insult to man's intelligence, so DO NOT expect the chief editor to censor the articles and conceal the truth. While this blog MAY incur the wrath of various individuals, please rest assured that slanderous or derogatory remarks which are not based on evidence will not be used to lampoon or ridicule any individual. Any offensive remarks will be backed by evidence and the truth.
This blog will reflect on social happenings, school life, current affairs, history, and any other issues worth reflecting upon. This blog will include thorough examinations of specific individuals. The chief editor may, from time to time, add in tidbits of his personal life into this blog. The chief editor also warmly welcomes any comments on this blog.
Once again, welcome to Veritas Post. Veritas vos liberabit!
But of course, the truth cannot be complete all the time, even in a courtroom. In order to protect the identity of some people, pseudonyms will be used occasionally. Such pseudonyms obviously should refer to some specific individuals, but the chief editor is advising all readers not to jump to conclusions. The chief editor must emphasize once again that Chapter IV of the Constitution of Singapore declares and guarantees the entitlement of freedom of speech and opinion to the citizens of Singapore. A resident attorney-at-law will be employed to advise the chief editor on legal matters, so as to avoid unnecessary complications or lawsuits. Our maxim is that everyone is entitled his or her freedom to read what he or she wants, and in so doing, should not be offended by what he or she chooses to read. Censorship is an insult to man's intelligence, so DO NOT expect the chief editor to censor the articles and conceal the truth. While this blog MAY incur the wrath of various individuals, please rest assured that slanderous or derogatory remarks which are not based on evidence will not be used to lampoon or ridicule any individual. Any offensive remarks will be backed by evidence and the truth.
This blog will reflect on social happenings, school life, current affairs, history, and any other issues worth reflecting upon. This blog will include thorough examinations of specific individuals. The chief editor may, from time to time, add in tidbits of his personal life into this blog. The chief editor also warmly welcomes any comments on this blog.
Once again, welcome to Veritas Post. Veritas vos liberabit!
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