Thursday, May 22, 2008

Blogging and Its Perils

Another person has been arrested for publishing racist remarks on his blog.

What I don't understand is that...

(1) This person's blog is virtually unknown, i.e. the blog on its own doesn't have much of an audience. The content of the entry is unsavory, but the extent of damage of publishing it on his blog is very limited.

(2) Somehow it got picked up by someone else who in turn made use of other online vehicles such as a discussion forum and/or an aggregator to increase the circulation of the unsavory entry and its contents. This created significant awareness of the entry content, and eventually led to the arrest of the blogger.

Creation of such content cannot be condoned.
But what about its distribution?

If A makes something illegal in his basement, and then B comes along and decides to distribute it for whatever reason (for fun, out of spite, for money etc). Someone gets hurt. Isn't B guilty too?

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Harlow? ABC and XYZ?

Oh... While we were watching so much TV, I overlooked this article in the Straits Times titled "Are you being served?"

Like last year, a bunch of reporters played mystery callers to a handful of public agencies, posing fake problems to the public officers who picked up these calls, then highlighting the responses of these officers in the papers, e.g. the waiting time and ability to respond to the question posed.

I guess these attempts are ostensibly trying to help improve the public service, but I was wondering whether it was better to not compare in a vacuum. Wouldn't it be more realistic to compare a public agency to say a private company which is just as large? I mean... If the report is trying to suggest that the public service's customer service level ain't high, it would be useful to eliminate all other possible explanations, e.g. that it may in fact be a Singaporean problem, not a Singapore government-specific problem. Or a problem as a result of organisation size, complexity etc? I mean... There is no end to how the methodology can be fine-tuned but that doesn't mean one shouldn't try, right?

Actually, before the sorting out the methodology, isn't it important to state the objectives of such an inquiry? What are we trying to achieve here? To fulfill some kind of KPI or to solve a huge society-debilitating problem?

Ultimately, is the solution to devote more public resources to manning these customer service lines effectively?
Note: If 'effective manning of these lines' include answering all the questions mentioned in the article, some of which involve substantial grasp of policy objectives, the customer service officers are likely to have to be replaced by those involved in such work. In other words, costs will go up. Is one willing to pay that extra SGD3 delivery charge like I would for McDees Delivery, knowing very well that it will easily increase my fast food bill by 20% - 30%?

I personally believe it's a waste of resources for any member of public to make calls to public agencies citing fictitious issues. One must remember that these so-called mystery calls only add to the work load of the front line officers, which include handling prank calls.

Instead, if one requires certain improved levels of service, one can put up a clear and concise proposal in the papers outlining the AIM of the paper, the BACKGROUND of the issue at hand, the CONSIDERATIONS and finally making the necessary RECOMMENDATIONS.

Of course, if implemented, the individual ought to be commended and/or rewarded lah... Hey Hey... What do you mean by saying that this means you are doing the public servant's job? Think of it this way... Like helping to nab a snatch thief or save someone from a burning house... Public-spirited mah...

I was thinking... Perhaps in future, the enquirer could choose from a menu of officers and/or his questions can be sorted and tagged to the ranks of officers according to complexity. This facilitates the implementation of the value-added service.

Caller: Harlow? I want to know why ABC and XYZ...

Operator: ABC is a basic level question. All our officers will be able to provide you with a satisfactory answer. XYZ is an advanced level question. Only Scholars and above will be able to provide you with a satisfactory answer. Please choose the rank of the officer you wish to speak with. Each rank is priced according to its median salary per minute. For an estimated 5-minute response, your current requests amount to a total of SGDXXX.XX. Do you wish to proceed?

Monday, May 19, 2008

We Watched It Accidentally... =(

'Good Fren' and I cannot take it anymore.
We had dinner in front of the TV and somehow watched a Channel 8 drama with Christopher Lee and Ou Xuan.

FWAH... It's seriously quite lousy.
The story details do not make sense, and the acting is... as usual... crappy.

I can't believe Christopher Lee's character suggested to bring the somewhat depressed chick to a 'place of hope'. I mean... If someone said that to you, wouldn't you run away? I think everybody ought to run away if anyone says something like that to you.

In any case, the 'place of hope' turns out to be a pond where a tossed dollar coin promises the sighting of 'hope'. So... after the slow motion flipping of the coin and like 1 minute of hand-twisting, eye squeezing and lip pursing, she saw her dead ex standing on the other side of the pond. O_0

After that, she went berserk. The usual loud crying and screaming ensued. Such violent reaction, in Channel 8 speak, I think, is called good acting. At this point, Christopher Lee had to restrain her with his big strong arms and body, no less. Ooooooohhhh...

At this point, 'Good Fren' was trying to translate the dialogue into hokkien. It's uber funny. How do you say 'pond' in hokkien?!

Then Christopher Lee reveals that he read her blog, and she got pissed and said he was despicable or something... We were like... WTF? A blog means it's online, isn't it? Unless she had it password-protected but he managed to hack it or... OMIGOSH... read it while she passed out at home. Ooooohhhhh... What are the odds of that?! It must be a Big Black Swan!

The exchange should have been as follows...

Guy: 我看了你的博客.
Girl: 喔! 你好卑鄙! 你怎么可以这样?!
Guy: 那天你生病晕倒了... 我没事做... 所以搞了搞你的电脑...
Girl: 你... 好... 卑... 鄙...
Guy: 博客是写给人看的, 不是写给鬼看的. 你醒醒吧!
Girl: 你!! 你好卑鄙!!

Then it can flow smoothly into the next scene we saw tonight...

Because she was pissed, she ran in front of a car. And of course... in slow motion, Christopher Lee pushed her away and rolled over the bonnet of the on-coming car, up the top and off the back in the most dramatic manner... O_0

While I was trying to suppress my incontrollable laughter, 'Good Fren' asked a rather sober question,"These actors and actresses... Don't they observe the other (better) actors and actresses?"

Sunrise & Sunset of Love

Except for his brief jogging episode, 'Good Fren' and I were at home all day yesterday. We must have folded 3 loads full of laundry. Also managed to sun the sleep gear (pillows, duvet etc) and to change the covers.

In the evening, we caught 50% of Meet The Fockers. I love this movie. It's really funny. Somehow it reminds me of Father of the Bride. Think it's the family theme. The over-protective father.

By accident, I found Before Sunrise showing on Arts Central.

I've heard plenty about the 2 related films, but have never seen them. PLUS I kept thinking they are called, "Before Sunrise" and "AFTER Sunset". =P
Apparently, the second film is shot 9 years after the first. Just like its story.

Before Sunrise is a film about 2 strangers in their early 20s chatting up on a train in Europe. The guy (American) alights at the next stop and invites the chick (French who (conveniently) speaks English) to join him for 24 hours before he gets on a plane.

And so, they were wondering around in the romantic city of Vienna. Met all sorts of weird characters... a couple of guys in a play (one of them playing the cow), palm-reader, street-side poet, bar owner who gives a bottle of wine etc.

A beautiful city, 2 young and good-looking strangers on a trip with the ability to philosophise, good weather and time constraint.
Ze is puuuuurfect for ze temporal love story.

I must have mentioned this earlier.
People tend to behave extraordinarily when they are "on a holiday". It's like their usual self is on a holiday too. This displacement of self from the familiar. Some tell themselves that because they are not in their own culture, context, country etc, they can 'let loose'. 'Letting loose' becomes the form of the holiday.

I digress...

See... If I had seen both films before I read up on the Sociology of Tourism, I would have bought into the entire "OOorrrrhhhh..." story of these 2 strangers. Now, it's too late. While I appreciate the aesthetics of the film (e.g. the way certain nuances were portrayed, how the scenes were shot etc) which was made on a relatively tight budget, I refuse to suspend my sense of reality. I kept telling 'Good Fren' how dirty it must have been for those two to walk around so much, supposedly engage in sexual intercourse etc... All without showering. Yhew!

I digress again...

In the film, I think Celine said something like,"God is the space between two people." I dunno about God, but it is clear that Magic... is what everyone wants. That sweet mad rush of emotions which weakens the heart and knees.

Imagine being stuck in Stage 2 with a 9-year break in-between, while one practises Stage 3 with others?
Yeah... If these two train-lovers work it out in the end, their in-between partners (wife, long time boyfriend etc) and the attendant experiences (marriage, child etc) had significant contributions.

Now, not so romantic anymore, is it?
Mwahahahaha!!! =P

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Thursday, May 15, 2008

I Personally Believe...

Ok, I shall explain my fascination with the expression "I personally believe...".

I'm sure many around the world have heard this pretty babe's response to a pageant question in Yr 2007. 35 million hits on Youtube to be precise.

Do watch the subbed version.




Ok, you can try to stop laughing now. We have a discussion to carry out here. This time, read her response in text.



I personally believe that U.S. Americans are unable to do so because, uh, some, people out there in our nation don't have maps and, uh, I believe that our, uh, education like such as, uh, South Africa and, uh, the Iraq, everywhere like such as, and, I believe that they should, our education over here in the U.S. should help the U.S., uh, or, uh, should help South Africa and should help the Iraq and the Asian countries, so we will be able to build up our future, for our [children].


There are many keywords in her response which sound like they belong in a credible pageant Q&A response. 'Education', 'South Africa', 'Iraq', 'Children', 'Build our future' etc. The role of these keywords is to provide the illusion of credibility. But when you string them together in 1 response and listen to it from a 3rd party's pov or with benefit of hindsight, they do not make much sense.

This... my friends... is not an uncommon response. In fact, if you pay attention, you probably realise that there are many many Miss South Carolinas around you. And looks and IQ have nothing to do with it.


This is a typical response by an individual who has NO idea what to say but HAS to say something anyway.

Many people do this, especially when asked about the 'important things'. E.g. "Exactly what does your profession involve?" or "Why are you getting married/having a baby?" The more 'educated' a person, the more keywords/esoteric terms/acronyms he/she throws at you, in hope that you will not be able to question his/her conclusions.

I personally believe that if one is confident of answering a question, a clear answer can be formed in simple English.

So before you burst into another giggling fit because you re-play the video for the nth time, think about how many times you have done a "Miss South Carolina".

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

How Would You React?

It has been a long while since I read Tomorrow.sg. I found this cute entry by a girl called Si Hui. Her entry was featured on Tomorrow.sg. It was an entry on how she felt when she saw some students (apparently from PRC) flipping through the exam question sheet before the invigilators gave the green light to start. Read her entry here.

Her entry reminds me of the numerous exams I have taken in NUS. MPSH2... Multi-Purpose Hall 2! During my undergrad days, I was always worried about leaving my stuff outside the exam hall. What can you do if it went missing? During my post-grad days, the pre-exam problem was always... where is the best smoking + last-minute-revision spot? Coz NUS is supposedly a smoke-free campus mah! =))

I digress...

Back to Si Hui's entry... She has knowing or unknowingly pointed out a problem which is likely to continue to plague her after NUS days. The aunt who cuts your queue at the supermarket, then ignores your "excuse me... i was here first..." The colleague/boss who take credit for your work. The sibling/child who exploit the parent's love (and vice versa). The spouse who abuses. The person who is not pleased with you for cutting his lane, speeds up in front of you, only to jam his brakes in hope to give you a scare and/or that you will ram into the rear of his car and have to pay for the damages.

The problem of witnessing others breaking the so-called rules, and how one is to deal with it.

If you read the comments, there are different responses to the same problem. Some suggested that she could have been the "Whistle-blower", i.e. alert the invigilator. Some thought that if she couldn't beat them, join them. Others simply questioned whether the existence of the 'rule', i.e. no one said the exam-taker cannot read the questions. The invigilator's green light was for writing, not reading.

So, in a sense, when faced with a situation, there are passive and active options.

PASSIVE
(P1) Do nothing. Say nothing. Zilch. Some called this 'Zen'.
(P2) Do nothing. Say nothing... on the spot. But whine (a lot) to a 3rd party later.

ACTIVE
(A1) Confront the person on the spot.
(A2) Alert an 'authority' during/after the incident.
(A3) Learn from the incident and put it into practice.

I think most people will go for (P2) or (A2). Few will deal with the issue directly because one somehow feels helpless and/or doesn't want to get his/her hands dirty.

What's more interesting in the whining syndrome which has been highlighted in the papers recently. It's relatively intuitive to conclude that Singaporeans usually end up whining because we are... simply... erm... whiners? Perhaps alluding to a entire host of childish characteristics, e.g. spoilt.

However, I have discovered that perhaps there is more to this whining phenomenon than the under-development of our ability to be 'mature'. I agree some people whine simply because they like to. To identify these people effectively, one has to observe them over time. E.g. Your ex-colleague from 5 years ago who was most out-spoken (during lunchtime) about how fucked up the office was. Today, he/she is still with the office, while others have moved on, and is still whining about the same problem over lunch to a new audience. The 'problem' these people keep going on and on about isn't really a problem. The problem is them.

Not to be confused with the abovementioned pathological whiners, there is this other basket of people who are reduced to whining only because they blew the whistle and nothing happened. They tried A1 and/or A2, and failed. Zilch. Nothing. *crickets chirping in the still of the night* =_=

And whining can be addictive, especially when one finds an audience or fellow whiners. Hence, the A1s and A2s can slip into P2s. Some may be influenced by the P2s and decide that A3 is the way to go.

Taking a bigger step back, why is this happening?
Why isn't effort met with resonance and fruitful outcomes more often?

I believe this has a name. Apathy.
A disease which has afflicted Man for a long while. Sometimes, Man manages to develop some resistance to apathy after a long exposure, but it is getting harder to do so because winning this battle has become more complex and unpredictable in the modern and ultra-connected era. It's so much easier to slide into helpless and messy chaos, than to be constructive together because the latter requires consensus and trust. Calling it an uphill task is euphemistic. To add salt to the bloody wounds, because groups of human beings progress at different rates and are subjected to uneven distribution of resources and power, the chances of voluntary cooperation are starkly reduced.

Can we treat this disease? Is it something we are born with or it is something we get infected with later in life?

I dunno the answer. But I do think we should not give up on finding a cure. We ought to work on it.

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Monday, May 12, 2008

Fine Cat Feeding

It seems Glenn Ong and the Flying Dutchman have managed to piss off some cat lovers by arguing on their radio show that, along with monkey feeders, cat feeders ought to be fined.

One of them wrote to the forum. Read it here.

Some even remember a comment which the duo made some years ago about sending stray cats to Peru and/or eaten.

Top that off with the duo sniggering on the airways, one can imagine cat lovers' boiling blood and exploding heads like a Brainiac experiment.

Now, everyone knows I have 2 cats which I picked off the streets 10 years ago. I think I may be what they call a "Cat Lover". However, I 'personally believe' (I love this expression these days... Will blog about it some other time... I digress...) that

Feeding of stray cats must not be condoned.

One can interpret Ghandi's animal quote in many ways.

“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated”


On one extreme, one can cuddle and lovey dovey the animals, trying to give them the best possible progressive standard of living relative to none other than that of the human race. Hence, you see people treating their animals (pets) like an extension of themselves. Put on clothes in the summer heat, paint toenails etc. I have heard of cat enrichment classes where the cats are taught to explore their "creativity side". I'm sure if they don't do well in that class, private tuition will be available.

On the other extreme, some subscribe to the concept of culling. No cats = No hungry cats = No suffering cats. A clearcut option to population control. This option is usually executed on a massive level by the authorities and occasionally triggered by random events (regardless of substantiated causal explanation), e.g. culling of cats because civet cats (from the racoon, not feline, family) were linked to SARS.

Others go for the in-between solution. E.g. Leaving food around for stray cats. Some clean up after the cats so as to be thought of as 'being civic-minded', others don't. Whether these people feed the cats out of genuine belief that the cats are gonna be hungry without them, or that feeding the cats is a form of gratification for these humans, we will never know for sure.

But it is very clear that feeding stray cats prolong their existence and, inevitably, their suffering, especially when they become dependent on the feeding cycles. For the kitties, it's the Same Shite... Different Day.

I personally believe (there I go again... =))) that if one really loves cats, bring a couple home and take care of them. Give them decent shelter, health care, food and company. Protect them from the weather, hunger, disease and abuse. Then when their time is up, help them leave with minimal or no pain. Give them respect.

Actually, same goes for the treatment of human beings... And yeah... We can't save them all. The next time we attempt to save them all, we need to ask ourselves... Can we do it without politicising? Are we doing this only to feel good about ourselves? Can we really save them all?

Oh... And the opposite of Cat is not Dog!

The opposite of Cat = No Cat.

=_=

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Shake Haaaaaaand!!

I went for a 2 year old's birthday party over the weekend. I know... I know... It's unlike me to go for something like that... I was there as a partner, can?

The crowd was made up of the parents' friends from uni (a few) and colleagues (many). About 20 people. Apart from the parents of the birthday girl, I didn't know anyone. 'Good Fren' went off to chat with some long lost friends, so I was left fiddling with the wine and wine-opener at the dining table.

Yes... I is prescient. I knew I was gonna need some alcohol to help pass time. I even brought my own wine opener. I felt very happy when I took it out of my weekend bag. =)) Salvation!!

As I knew surviving the party was gonna take more than wine, after pouring the SGD45 wine (very good hokay! It's called Newton from Napa Valley!) into those white disposable plastic cups, I offered it to the nearest person, a guy on my left, then to who seemed like his chick on his left. With that, I tried to strike up a conversation. Asked a harmless question like "Are you two from the Public Service too?", because someone else was exclaiming earlier about how everyone there seemed to be from the Service... at least at some point in time.

At first the guy was rather responsive, said something like he wasn't but he knew the rest of the guys were coz they didn't have sideburns... Teachers/Army people people don't have sideburns... blah blah... I thought it was a funny observation and that it was a sign that I would be having at least some entertaining conversation with the wine... Then the chick siong me. Uh oh... End of conversation oredi...

Turning my head to my right, I witnessed a rather curious and somewhat disturbing sight. Some adults brought their offsprings to the party and were all trying to make the kids (probably 2 - 5 year olds) mingle by forcing them to "shake haaaaaand", "hug hug", "hi-fiiiiive", "kiss kiss" and whatever else they could think of. Then going "Ooorrrhhhh..." when the kids do react positively.

Wah lau... There I was trying to find someone to talk to in vain because the adults were sticking to their groups of familiarity, while the same adults were forcing the kids to get out their comfort zones to interact because it is cute.

I wonder what would have happened if 'Good Fren' suddenly took my hand to shake haaaaaand/hi-fiiiiive/hug hug/kiss kiss someone across the room. Then point at the kids and say,"Same what? Wrong meh? Party mah! Interaction mah!"

The Tragedy

Someone left comments in the previous entry demanding that I blog about a recent havoc wrecked by Mother Nature and exacerbated by humans. That if I don't, I am merely superficial and materialistic. =)

This person doesn't seem to realise that I could have chosen not to publish his/her comments. Hence, I am, in an indirect manner, 'blogging' about his/her cause.
Oh... Of the invisible and the visible...
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Another piece of news has been hogging the international headlines for weeks. A man-made tragedy. So which is more tragic? The doing of Mother Nature or that of Man?

This man, Josef Fritzl, kept his daughter in a cellar for a quarter of a century and had 7 children with her.

Recently, because one of the cellar children got really sick, he brought her to the hospital and the entire scandal came to light.

I am particularly interested in this because it is an extreme example of family dynamics. What happens within a family. The power dynamics. The lying. The exploitation. The coercing of his offsprings. The physical deformation of his offsprings (e.g. a couple of them born and bred in the cellar with a low ceiling have permanent distortion of the body, e.g. a bent back) is merely a manifestation of the extensive damage done by a parent, i.e. someone in power.

I have read up on the many reports on this incident. These words below struck me most. Read them.

On his second family

In reality, I wanted to have children with her [Elisabeth]. Elisabeth naturally had fear of giving birth but I brought her medical books to the cellar, so she could prepare for the Day X. I brought her towels, disinfectants and nappies.

I was looking forward to the offspring. It was a beautiful idea for me, to have a proper family, also down in the cellar, with a good wife and a couple of children. I made preparations for all possibilities. Every time I left the bunker, I would activate a time lock, which would make sure that the doors to the dungeon would open if I would not return after a certain period of time. Had I died, Elisabeth and the children would have been freed.

After [the youngest boy] was born at the end of 2002 I even gave Elisabeth a washing machine so that she could wash the clothes and bed sheets of the children and not have to hand wash them in the basin.

I always knew during the whole 24 years that what I was doing was not right that I must have been crazy to do such a thing, but still it became a normal occurrence to lead a second life in the cellar of my house.

On being a grandfather

Elisabeth has always taken care of things for the sake of the family. I have tried to provide for my family in the cellar as best as possible. Whenever I went to the bunker I would bring my daughter flowers and cuddly toys as well as books for the children. I would watch an adventure film on video with them while Elisabeth would prepare our favourite food and then we would all sit together at the kitchen table and eat together.

READ MORE HERE.

Notice the 'forms', e.g. helping to prepare her for childbirth by providing medical books, bring flowers/toys, sitting together at kitchen table for a meal?
From our perspective, these are (i) sick acts with (ii) perverse intentions. But in his world, such acts made total sense. These acts perfected his world. His second life.
Which he tried to protect and ended up sending his sick offspring to the hospital and destroyed his 24 year old secret world.

Because they sound so natural and genuine, i.e. full of good intentions (although some argue that these words are orchestrated such that he could plead insanity later). I'm sure they sound familiar. These are the actions, i.e. the 'Form', of human beings who truly think they are fulfilling their duty as parents, as spouses etc. Despite consciousness of the sufferings of their actions have caused to others (especially those they call their loved ones), human beings have a way of convincing themselves that they have the best of intentions and so their actions are justified.

What I am trying to say is that we, the so-called normal and sane people, too persist in such 'Form over Substance/Meaning' behaviour. Just that we do it in varying degrees within the so-called 'reasonable realm'. I think naming this realm 'reasonable' is euphemistic. This realm is merely 'grey', i.e. not abominable. Which leads me to another set of questions/theme:

Where is the line between
"this is wrong" vs " this is their family business"?


By assuming that every human being has the irrevocable right to bear and raise offsprings without intervention, are we, i.e. the collective called society, being irresponsible or minimally apathetic? Or that the argument is one of difficulty in implementation (See... in this case... nobody knows... she gave birth 7 times in the cellar... no control points etc). Hence, let's just shelve it.

The Fritzl case is merely 1 such case which has come to light. Can anyone confidently conclude that this is an exception?

Lastly, a consequence of this saga. The Governor of Austria thinks this case has affected the image of the country.
Hmmm... I think it's not so clear-cut.
When I think of Austria... I think of Mozart.
Then again... 'Good Fren' associates Austria with Hitler.

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