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by aiqing @ 2008-05-13 - 04:49:49

Singaporeans are said to be kiasu and kiasi-afraid to lose and afraid to die,respectively.The two KS words sum up the competitive yet risk-averse,self-seeking and scaredy-cat mentality that runs deep in the veins of many an Ugly Singaporean.

There's a third KS trait which is sometimes forgotten:kiamsiap,which is Hokkien for skinflint.The kiamsiap mentality basically says that one should pay the minimum to extract maximum benefits.it's a cold,calculating mindset that takes no prisoners.

You can see it in the debate over three ongoing issues: seat belts in school buses,ferrying foreign workers on the backs of lorries, and whether maids should get a mandatory day off a week.The issue of seat belts in school buses came to the fore after an eight-year-old boy died after being flung out of his school bus during a collision.As others have pointed out,there is a strange lacuna in the law which makes belting up in passenger cars mandatory but not in passenger vans and minibuses used to ferry children to school.

One would have thought a simple act of fiat would extent the same level of protection to minors.But it turns out money is a sticking point.One is the installation cost-a one-off cost which can be borne by the bus operator,or passed on to customers.More vexing is that seat belts would reduce seating capacity.Now,it's common to squeeze three kids into double seats meant for two adults.With compulsary belting-up laws,the number of kids per bus may fall,translating into higher bus fares per child.

Bus operators think parents will baulk at higher fares and are relunctant to incur the cost of putting in seat belts.I think they are right.There will be large numbers of kiam-siap parents who want a door-to-door pick-up and delivery service for their kids to school,but will grumble at every dollar increase in fares.This will be the same parents who complain if their kids get a scratch from being flung about in the bus.

Some Singaporeans find it hard to see the nexus between the cheapskate mentality of wanting to pay the minimum, and declinging the standards of safety and service.It's a no-brainer.Say a school bus has 5 rows of double-seats,which can take 10 adults.Let's say the sriver now squeezes in 15 kids to school at $100 a month per child.Having seat belts reduces the capacity to 10 seats.Then the cost per child will go up to $150.Will parents pay that $50 more a month?Few would want to.But if you put the choice starkly and say it's about paying $50 more for belting up, or risking your child's life every journey - chances are, parents may start to see the benefit of forking out more.

But I won't bet on it.The better chance is that they'll want the Government, or some other body, to pay the cost.Similarly,when it comes to contractors ferrying workers around on the back of lorries, the moot issue invovles cost. Contractors say it costs more to hire buses to take workers to work sites.When contracts invovle razor-then margins, contractors and sub-contractors find ways to cut costs - and corners.The people who bear the brunt of such cost-savings: the worker,especially the least, most powerless worker who is considered almost like a disaposable commodity.It is a sorry statement of our society's values, when safety is compromised and human lives are put at risk, in order that kiam-siap companies can save some dollars by awarding contracts to the lowest bidder.

My view is that the best way to change such practices is to put the pressure on the awarding companies,which are in a position to specify practices which are ethical and safe.Companies must surely know that ridiculously low bids are not tenable.It's like shopping for gold.If someone offers you gold at $1 an ounce, you will know there must be something fishy going on.Similarly, companies should not suspend their natural state of disbelief in the face of low bids.They should not let their kiam-iap side override ther natural decent side.But it isn't just companies which show this kiam-siap side. Singaporeans do too, when they become employers of domestic maids.They cavil at the idea of giving maids a day off a week.What about our own need to rest on weekends, they moan. Of the maid is off on Sunday, who's going to mind Junior and cook and clean, never mind Junior the other 6 days of the week.

(What's their idea of parenting,anyway?Outsource all care to the maid, and think that giving the maid a day off requires families to make changes to their Sunday routines.The parents may actually have to feed Baby and change Baby's diapers, for example.

But many Singaporeams view their maids as a commodity.Instead of thinking of themselves as an employer with responsibilites for the domestic maid, their mindset is one of a buyer: having "purchased" the services of a maid for the minimum amount they can get away to "maximum" the services squeezed out of the maid 24/7, in those 2 years the maid is contracted to work in their household.It stems from the same kiam-siap mentality, of wanting to squeeze the most output from the least possible input.

Far from being an endearing trait, this kind of thinking is a sure recipe for disaster, for it sacrifices safety and standards on the altar of parsimony.


 
 

93 Days Left to National Day Parade!!!

by aiqing @ 2008-05-08 - 02:41:04

HYA!!!ヒャ!!!

Only 93 days left to NDP 2008,starting from today(2008.5.8)!!!!

I CaN'T wait to get to Marina Bay floating platform to dance and PERFORM!It'd be my stage on Aug 9:D:D:D

Every NoW and tHeN when taking the bus from Telok Blangah Soka Centre back to Bedok I see the place extremely dark and dim,as though it's dead:(It shall come alive very soon in June when we have our rehearsals there.

Wat a pity I couldn't take any cameras with me...or I would have uploaded lots of photos of the floating platform,the scenery around it,as well as the FLYER!!!!

Extremely tired!

by aiqing @ 2007-02-22 - 08:51:26

Sunny

Woke up at 7am today.
Was late for school.(Again!)
Left home at 7:15 and during
The journey I was so damn drowsy
Due to Severe lack of sleep.

Finally got down the bus
And headed straight to sch.
There in my state of extreme fatigue,
I was so confused and dizzy
I thought "Why was there a male student in our sch"?
In fact there is,I just felt confused!

Reached schoolgate at 8:21 and
when I entered the classroom
Everybody was on the computer doing
Their projects

x eyes heavy x head dizzy
xoxox

To The NIce Girls Out There...(A Tribute!)

by aiqing @ 2006-11-11 - 21:32:07

To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and screw up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.
This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.

This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.

This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisfied with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.

This is what I don't understand.

Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mind games, that girls love to keep them hanging.

Yet, men, I ask you: if were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, would you give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find?

Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.

So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice girl.. so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express.

Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congradulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.

So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we're waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what's a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?)

Jin tian ni yao jia gei wo!!!

by aiqing @ 2006-09-25 - 21:03:37


The teacher's art

by aiqing @ 2006-09-25 - 18:54:46

An essay written by my mentor,Dr.Daisaku Ikeda
"I firmly believe that every young person has the power to change the world.It is the role of those who teach to believe in that power,to encourage and release it."
I remember being set a project for one summer vacation during elementary school.We had to make something at home and bring it with us for the new term.Being clumsy,I could not get anything together and had to return to school embarrassed and empty-handed.
When asked what happened to my project,I stammered out that I had forgotten it at home.To my horror,the teacher told me to go home and bring it back right away!I returned home feeling desperate and miserable.Looking around,I saw a bookshelf my older brother had made.I presented this to my teacher,who praised my work and gave me a good grade for it.But,looking back,I am sure that he knew what the real story was.
From one perspective you might say that this teacher was rewarding me for lying,but that is not my view.Through the warm,large-hearted way he embraced me,he communicated to me a very concrete sense of being believed in-really what I needed at that moment.And,of course,I felt deeply ashamed,and vowed never to let such a thing to happen again.
I believe that education is what remains long after the content of each specific lesson we were taught has been forgotten.The essence of education is character formation,teaching young people how to live in society and encouraging them to think independently.Study is much more than simply absorbing existing knowledge and techniques,and the ability to memorise and reason is nothing compared to the wisdom,emotional richness,and creativity that resides within every human being.
Education that does not teach a sense of values turns people into mere robots filled with data but with no understanding of what it is for.Such soulless,over-competitive schooling makes children arrogant,while the less academically bright are left with little self-confidence and a deep fear of failure.
Sadly,education is often used to cultivate people who are useful only to the extent that they fit into various slots in society,and school systems in Japan and many other countrires actually prevent children from developing their full potential.
In the race to climb the ladder of scholastic prestige and status,we can easily lose sight of the most impotant question of all:What is the purpose of learning?
I believe that the genuine goal of education must be the lifelong happiness of those who learn.Education should never be subordinated to the demands of national ego,or of corporations searching for profit-generating employees.Human beings,happiness,must always be the goal and objective.
My own teacher,Josei Toda,often said that he greatest error of modern humanity was that it was confused knowledge with wisdom.Knowledge itself is a neutral tool that can be used for good or god or evil.As history sadly proves,educated monsters can wreak far greater horror than their unschooled brothers.At least,seven of the participants at the Wannsee Conference where the Nazis planned the 'final solution'-extermination-to the 'Jewish problem',had doctoral degrees.It is hard to imgaine a greater perversion and debasement of education.
Wisdom,in contrast,always directs us toward happiness.The task of education must be to stimulate and unleash the wisdom that lies dormant in the lives of all people.This is not a forced process,like pressing something into a preformed mould,but rather drawing out the potential that lies within.
I firmly believe that every young person has the power to change the world.it is the role of those who teach to believe in that power,to encourage and release it.
The relationship between teacher and pupil can be a vital link through which new horizons are opened up and life develops.To me,the essence of education is this process whereby one person's character inspires another.When teachers become partners in the process of discovery,burning with a passion for truth,the desire to learn will naturally be ignited in their students' hearts.And once children feel that their teachers are genuninely concerned for their individual welfare,they will begin to trust them and open up to them.
It saddens me that now this vital bond between pupil and teacher seems to have been weakened by distrust and misunderstanding.Teachers everywhere struggle with problems of control and discipline,and students resent the fact that they must cram their heads full of knowledge that fails to answer their pressing questions aboutl ife,the real world and human relationships.
Teachers who do not understand and care for their studetns,merely parroting stereotyped answers,cannot possibly satisfy children'scurious and sensitive minds.It must never be forgotten that the most important people in school are its students.
I once heard about a Japanese elementary school teacher who was irritated by a girl in his class who was unable to keep up.he gave up trying to help her after a fellow teacher told him,"Human beings are just like fruit;twenty to thirty per cent is always worthless and there's nothing you can do about about it."
Then,one day during a break,he noticed the girl playing with a puzzle,trying to put plastic pieces together so that they fit into a box.Finally she succeeded and yelled,"I got it!",her face sparkling with a delight he had never seen before.The teacher suddenly felt remorse.How dare he give up on her!Was it not his job to make sure that each child walked out of his classroom with the confidence that they could do anything if they really tried?
He discovered that the girl's parents,both graduates of leading universities,were constantly calling her 'stupid'.The teacher resolved to praise her every day,for every little accomplishment,to wash away the stain of criticism from her heart.
After a year,the girl was transformed.Proceeding at her own pace,she came to experience the joy of learning.The key was her realisation that if she made an affort to achieve something,she could do it.
This story shows how the smallest failure can destroy a child's confidence,and the smallest catalyst can trigger growth.It is vital that teachers believe in every child's potential and care about their happiness as human beings.

Taiwanese people loves EATING and spending money!!?

by aiqing @ 2006-09-15 - 01:07:10

Went out with Aunt Victoria(from Taiwan)to Orchard Road today.It's such a happy and relaxing day(L)

The streets were scattered with people,near me,a distance away from me,and across the roads and in the buildings there were many people,but it wasn't as packed as weekends:)The shi chang(atmosphere/ambience) was great,it was peaceful and the cool winds blew from the sides...The tree trunks and up to the branches was wrapped in a large polka-dots plastic,and from the little branches hangs a huge red polka-dotted ball."How cute it is!Are they for a special occasion?"I wondered...I was so much like a foreigner,a strange foreigner who doesn't know about Singapore well!:$
Aunt Victoria wanted to find a street stall to buy food from,and I didn't feel hungry at all;perhaps I was,but it wasn't obvious.She loved to eat,just like my mum.(lol,when she told me she bought 3 sets of bento by the beach and had them all by herself,my jaw dropped instantly!EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The both of us walked here & there and I eventually decided I buy from Burger King(Tm).A bacon burger cost a fucking $6.00 to my DISGUST!:@How COULD it be SO expensive!I forgot abt buying it and went for a large-sized fries instead:)

We sat down and finished the limpy lame* fries and talked for a short while before she said she wanted to go for a TAROT CARD READING!!!I was extremely shocked at WHY she wanted to do this.It was very dim and I couldn't see the cards well,and the MOST INTERESTING thing was that I was asked to be the TRANSLATOR!!!That is,translate into English what the man has said into mandarin for Aunt Victoria-And translate into English what Victoria has said in Mandarin.Right from the start,I could see that the man,who was in his 30s,couldn't understand Victoria's English well,and I felt awkward...I not into Tarot card readings,it's just for curiosity and etc-And I would not and could not believe in it.

She told me later Singaporeans are not as fashionable as Taiwanese people,and I think so too;on the other hand,I felt it is because Taiwan is close to Japan & korea?That's why???Then she shrugged and crossed her aRmS and showed a *thinking* face.She also commented that the taxi fares here are SO cheap!Hao pian yi,she said...duh,cuz' the currency is different;just as Jp\ is Jp\,and Sg$ is Sg$!!!Just Thai baht is thai baht!Things in thailand are also much cheaper than in Sg,isn't it,cuz,Thailand is less-developed than SIngapore;)

HI you!

by aiqing @ 2006-08-04 - 22:31:49

:pHey there everybody...I'm new here and I started this blog today,just now!:oIt looks so cute,and I thought why don't I give it a try!!:DD


 
 

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