It chilled me to learn that the MOE has mandated lessons in schools to highlight the positive aspects of Lee Kuan Yew's time in power.
That is just wrong. If students wish to remember him positively, that is all well and good. But what of the Internal Security Act? Operation Spectrum? Judicial caning and the mandatory death penalty? The abolition of juries? A privatised public transport system that nevertheless draws from state coffers to upgrade fixed assets because the companies failed to ensure that maintenance was adequate? His wooing of MNCs to the point that local innovation was stifled?
Lee Kuan Yew should be remembered, but he must be remembered objectively. Positive recollections of him should not be shoved down our citizens' throats.
I wish I could support Occupy Central, but most unfortunately, they have, or at least some of them have, adopted the Union Jack as their symbol.
To me, it is completely stupid to identify with a country that can't directly elect its own prime minister, has just arrested Occupy protesters based on a ridiculous law which prohibits the possession of sleeping materials in parliament square (obviously meant to target Occupy protesters), AND STILL HAS AN UNELECTED MONARCH AS HEAD OF STATE. FFS. And colonised HK by supporting scum like drug traffickers, because that's really what the opium war was about.
I stumbled upon the incident of Daniele Watts and after reading it all and hearing the audio, I have come to the conclusion that she is right. I can't believe the stupidity of the black leaders who told her to apologise to the LAPD, she could be dead given the current record of police brutality.
And so, my life is back to almost-normal, after a spot of drama. Kinda like a Hong Kong drama really.
It was actually kind of fun, the fiasco. The kind of story I could tell my grandkids. Look kids, once upon a time grandpa was cool. He gave it good to The Man.
It's somewhat deflating to go from Assistant Director to plain old Associate though. And with a lower basic salary to boot (sigh, and everyone thinks private practice pays more). But I feel somewhat like Rudy Baylor in The Rainmaker, albeit in a somewhat better situation. Just need that one big case!
Walking along the river at Clarke Quay, I reflect upon my life and it has been dramatic indeed (well, at least for a boring Singaporean it is).
Before today, I told myself: brace yourself. Winter is coming.
But I've been thinking that I should perhaps have a more positive attitude.
After all, it's been a most tiring 4 years. 4 years of continuous struggle, pain, and the agony of being deliberately excluded.
4 years is a short time in the grand scheme of things. Not even 1 term of parliament. But I feel that perhaps, it is good to take a break from some things. Although even now it is not clear whether I will, in the final result, be taking a break.
Struggles notwithstanding, I do hope to be a better me. Not just a better person, because I am unique and have brought value, regardless of the efforts of some to discredit me. And I am grateful to those who appreciated my efforts.
I'm also intrigued at how there are a few different worlds in the Party.
There's the world of the cadres, the world of political shenanigans, which strangely enough hinges on the whims of a large group of elderly men and some women, some of whom vote almost randomly.
There's the world of the youth wing, a much neglected world, but with a fair amount of political intrigue too. Some are favoured, some are not. Official position sometimes matters. It feels important and unimportant at the same time.
And then there's the world of the ordinary members, with many clueless loyalists and equally clueless disgruntled dissenters.
And there's the much wider world of the grassroots, where there is essentially a separate political structure. Many don't seem to be aware, or to care, that decisions which affect them, the many, may be made by a few.
And of course there are the secret worlds from which the unfavoured are locked out.
Anyway, I am worrying, perhaps excessively and unnecessarily, about my political party membership.
I wish that at all times I knew what to do, and that I had wise counsel, but alas, I have to make do with my feeble brain, and those of the people around me. I comfort myself by thinking that the brains of any enemies I may have are no less feeble.
Perhaps the similarities are superficial. WP member, Christian (or at least it seems he might have been, given the mention of God in the poem, albeit not in a particularly glorified light), lawyer, penchant for writing what the writer feels can pass for poetry :p (although I'd like to think that my writing has somewhat fewer lapses in grammar).
And I hope the similarities stop there, for how he has fallen!
And once more I am struck by how much can change in the span of a few years. Of the people in the then-YAC he named, only 2 remain in the WP, and even something has changed for those 2: they are no longer married to each other.
So many fall by the wayside, while so many are catapulted to high office in an instant.
Lord, my fate is in your hands, truly. There is just so much out of my control.
I have had a long debate with the significant other about why we should not be precluded from praying that God find a way to convince Satan to cease and desist from what he is doing, and thereafter forgive him.
Oftentimes I am not very sure what I am advocating for, nor why I am doing so.
But an unwillingness to consider possibilities is something that I do not wish to accept.