Afterthoughts - The Time Keeper by Mitch Albom

Man Alone Measures Time

Why does man measures time? Why, by measuring time is the start of all man's suffering? 

Mich Albom's The Time Keeper has been on the bookshelf for a long time, and recently I had the chance to re-read this classic. True to his usual style, Albom uses personification to humanize a concept, builds up the character and brings across the message through storytelling. In this book, he personified Time and created the character Father Time. Throughout centuries, folklore on Father Time with his long white beard, and possibly holding on one hand a huge hourglass, are common stories among children and adults. This is a story for adults, as Albom preached the key message of treasuring not Time itself, but the time spend with the loved ones as the true value of time. 

Father Time was Dor, a kid who was obsessed with measuring things. An obsession not unlike man's endless pursue of an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. What's the value of knowledge if we don't put them into good use? Dor was this one person obsessed with the pursuit and ignored the value behind his own action. 

Dor's life will at some point cross path with Sarah and Victor, two mortals in today's world, also obsessed with time. Sarah, her life just started and she couldn't wait for time to pass quickly; Victor, his life coming to a close and he wished to stop time and beat death. Albom used these 2 distinct characters to demonstrate regardless which era, what stages of life, they still did not understand the value of time.

In the early chapters, Albom developed these 3 characters and built a story surrounding their lives. Dor married his childhood sweetheart and had children, and he kept his pursue of measuring time even though no one understood why, not even his own mother. Once, the great king Nim wanted him to put his knowledge into good use rather than " putting holes in bowls", he refused. When he invented the world's first clock, his wife was alone, crying for their lives which was about to turn for the worst. He missed the implication of the hardship he was about to inflict on his family by turning Nim down, and also missed the miracle of a beautiful sunrise on the hill with his beloved wife as he focused on "capturing day and night in a bowl". An arrogance no less from Nim's desire to build the tallest tower to reach heaven. When Alli fell ill, Dor wanted to change time, and ran towards the only place he thought could reach heaven, Nim's tower. He didn't reach heaven, he fell into a cave and became Father Time.

Sarah was a young school girl infatuated with this handsome popular guy in school. She wanted to control time by wishing it to go faster while waiting for her date to start and then go slower while on the date. The story of Sarah is of one told and retold. A young girl from not too well-to-do family pinning all hopes on a popular guy and hoping for deliverance out of what she thought was a miserable life. The prince charming turned out to be a regular jerk of a boy wanting to take advantage of her. Sarah, as all young girls go, Sarah thought that in giving the boy a carefully selected watch would win her his heart and love. The irony of the carved message behind the watch, "time flies", made by Dor himself is the crust of the girl's desire, more time with her "boyfriend". Finally, when the "boyfriend" posted a nasty remark on Facebook, Sarah knew her life was over, there was nothing left except to kill herself. "End it now". Sarah did not need anymore time for herself, she wanted to end time in her life.

Victor had a good long life, and it was coming to the close for him with a tumor in his liver. However he wanted more, more time, more life, he wanted immortality. With all the world's resources and money at his disposal, he wanted Research to "go faster" and find out how to beat death. This was what Victor do, "see a problem, find its weak spot, and crack it open". When he finally realized this was one problem he cannot fix, he turned his attention to time, to stop it from running out, another arrogance of man. Cryonics seemed to be the solution, and key to beating death, and he will single-handedly do it without his wife knowing. For a dying man, Victor was not afraid, but impatient for his plan to circumvent death to kick into place earlier. 

There are many parallelism weaving throughout the stories, in particular the perspectives of Grace and Lorraine. Grace, the enduring wife of Victor, who was beside him all his life, quietly waiting for him to pay just a bit more attention to her and cared even a little more about her feelings. She waited all her life and now that Victor's end was near, she no longer see any reason for anything to change. She wanted Victor to "just come home". Lorraine was Sarah's mother. She lamented on how different Sarah was as she grew up, from a mummy's girl who loved to have a manicure together to one that barely communicated with her mum following the split of the parents.  Both wanted the same thing even though under different circumstances, just a little attention from their beloved. On the fateful day where Sarah and Victor decided to take their own lives, both Grace and Lorraine were kept in the dark. Was it out of love for them or was it out of plain selfishness that Sarah and Victor spared Grace and Lorraine of their decisions?

The story line of Father Time was nothing less than an exhilarating fantasy of time freezing, time travel and his acquiring of all the knowledge in the new world. Dor's journey really started after he fell into the cave. He was given the gift (more likely a curse) of not aging for another minute. He gave man the first fruit of desire - the counting of days, then hours, minutes, seconds and finally moments. The consequence is that man will feel the misery of measuring time and lost sight of the many wonders of the world. The desire to control time, faster, slower, more, less; floated up to Dor in his cave and became his slow torture. The irony of it all was apparently, he alone in the world was the only one that can control time and yet wanting none of this power.

"You marked the minutes," the old man said. "But did you use them wisely? To be still? To cherish? To be grateful? To lift and be lifted?". 

Welding the one power that every man wanted, Dor could start and stop time as he wished. He taught himself to read and acquired all the knowledge in the world. He spent 100 years observing a single day and completed his education of the modern world. He went to New York and saw the many skyscrapers that reminded him of Nim, and wondered if there was no end to man's ambition. Dor did not forget his mission of finding 2 souls, one who wanted too much time and another who wanted too little, and teach them what he learnt. And he heard "another lifetime" and "make it stop", and met both Victor and Sarah at the clock shop where he worked. What followed next was similar to the Ghost of Christmas Future, Father time put both of them together and showed future to them if their respective plans to end their lives actually took place. Lorraine was devastated by her daughter's choice and Grace hated being robbed the chance to say goodbye.  Just went both Sarah and Victor realized what they needed to do, Dor also learnt the greatest lesson in life - "with endless time, nothing is special. With no loss or sacrifice, we can't appreciate what we have".

Epilogue is a section of tying up loose ends. Dor finally got his wish. He learnt a six thousand year long lesson and returned to his wife on her deathbed in order to say goodbye and join her. Victor utter the one word that aborted the entire Cryonics operations. He never did forget Grace, the one person that mattered to him. Sarah fought for her life and was rescued from her own suicide attempt and grew up to find a cure on what killed Victor, and at the standing ovation of her success, she gave thanks. 

This is a story about Time, but it is actually a story about love. As the saying goes, time waits for no man. Being measured or not, time continue to press on, ruthless, relentless, regardless, all for the sole purpose of limiting our days - "To make each life precious." Be thankful of all things we have in life and treasure every moment we have with our loved ones. Count not the moments we have, but count the blessings that come with every moment of our limited lives. 

Book Review - The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto: A Novel

Mitch Albom produced another book that I loved so much. From Tuesdays with Morrie to the Five People You Meet in Heaven, and also my favourite, the First Phone Call from Heaven, he has not failed to produce great work that touched the heart in more ways then I can imagine. This book, The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto is a book about love; a wonderfully narrated story of the life of a musician, from the eyes of none other than music itself.

The chapters in the book are short for some. The entire life story of Frankie Presto was told through close friends, acquaintance and most of all, music personified. If you have some appreciation of music terms, you will be able to see the inferences littered throughout the novel. The love-hate relationship of Frankie with Aurora, for example, followed that of a symphony of four movements - Allegro, Adagio, Minuet/Scherzo and Rondo. Each movement was a significant stage of their lives; each movement was another phase of their relationship. What is truly enduring is the love Aurora had for Frankie. The faith she had that he still loved her and will always loved her was amazing to the point of incomprehensible. How simple was the love that surpassed all understanding, even through the times where Frankie was married to the actress Delores Ray. Below is one of my favourite dialogue from the entire book:

"Are you done with that actress"? She asked.

"Yes."

"Paperwork finished?"

"Yes."

"We can get married now?"

"If you want."

"The real way?"

"The real way."

Simple dialogue; uncommon love. 

Another uncommon love so deeply narrated in this book was the love of the hairless dog, the faithful companion from Frankie's childhood. The dog was supernatural in many ways, because it was a miracle sent by music to protect Frankie. The dog was there when Frankie learnt guitar from the Maestro for many years; he was there when the enemy caught Baffa and caused a diversion for little Frankie to escape. He miraculously stood outside the wall of the orphanage in Detroit, waiting to catch him when he sneaked out. He was with Frankie through those years he searched for Aurora, until finally when his duties were done, he jumped into his chose grave, the river. A faithful companion for Frankie through those lonely times of his childhood, the hairless dog renamed nameless in the story, but touched the heart of the readers more than any other named character.

At the late stage of Frankie's life, his love for his adopted daughter Kai kept him going even after Aurora passed. It was because of Kai that Frankie retraced the steps of his childhood and unrevealed many mysteries left unexplained in the earlier chapters. The memories and what he found in this life journey was painful even to the reader, but it was necessary, to close the loops of many stories that started but not quite ended. One very significant open loop was the mysterious heavily hooded person that popped up following Frankie and his family off and on in the last section of the novel. The love of this pitiful women, one filled with guilt all her life, was understated, but finally given full credit in the end. She finally revealed to Frankie the identity of his true father and mother, providing closure to Frankie on the disappearance of his beloved Maestro. 

When Frankie stood on the stage for one last time in his life, he played together with his beloved daughter and got the chance to be reunite with the first love of his music - Franciso Terrega's Lagrima. Like a teardrop, Frankie's mother sang this song to her new-born years ago. Thus it is fitting that Frankie would play this piece as his final song to the world. Because of this novel I was brought to the link below with a most beautiful rendition of this sweet sad music. Because of this novel, I knew love, bitter sweet love that existed so exquisitely in the world of Frankie Presto.

Everyone joins a band in this life; I am glad I joined Mitch Albom's band through the Magic Strings of Frankie Presto.

Book Challenge:A book with a title that's a character's name; a bestseller.

Book Review - The Girl on the Train

The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins

This story is not just about one girl, but 3 main female characters. It is told through the eyes of 3 ladies - Rachel, Megan and Anna. The narration comes in the form of diary entries, from the perception of 3 unreliable narrators. Seeing the same day and similar events through the eyes of 3 person is like putting together a jigsaw puzzle; the whole can only surface completely when all 3 pieces are interlocked at the right places. This immediately post a challenge to the reader, especially since Rachel's story started on 5 July 2013; Megan's story started 1 year prior to this date and Anna's story didn't start until 15 days later. The entire story spanned only 6 weeks, till 18 August, but if we add a whole year of Megan's story to it, it felt like we knew her and Rachel all their life. Megan's bits and pieces of the past was interwoven into the relevant events of Rachel's present, and thus, it is very easy to be misled by who exactly was Megan having an affair with that eventually led to her murder.

There was another female character who was a constant in this story, and that's Cathy, Rachel's sympathetic girlfriend. She patiently put up with Rachel's need for an accommodation, her uncountable times where she needed a drink and her sympathy for Rachel even after she found out that her friend had lied about her job.

And finally the two male characters who interacted with Rachel extensively - Tom, her ex-husband and Scott, Megan's husband. Not forgetting Kamal, the strikingly handsome psychiatrist who was my prime suspect for a good part of the book. The fact that Kamal was who I thought as an obvious answer to the mystery was largely due to the lagging storytelling of Megan's life in between the timeline of Rachel's. Megan's relationship with Kamal didn't exist; but the reader is led to believe it did, due to the cleverly placed timelines adjacent to each other. The really relationship was with someone else, and it wasn't reveal until the very end.

The only frustration while going through the book is Rachel's ever need to drink; it was just a little to much before Rachel started to sober up. The turn from addiction to drinking to fully free of alcohol was a great relief to the reader, especially since it was the drink that made Rachel blackout at the most crucial moments before Megan was taken away. It was frustrating seeing Rachel searching through her leaky memories to try to reconstruct those moments.

Rachel's unreliable narration was brilliant in bringing the readers into her world and seeing things in her perspective. She was not the only Girl on the Train; we all were on the same train with her.

Reading Challenge categories - unreliable narrator; female author; book made into film; debut novel.

Book Review - The Children Act by Ian McEwan

The Children Act is about choices. Choices that we make in life that have profound impact on the people around us. The impact could come only in weeks, or months, and sometimes, we may not even know what they are when it happens.

Fiona is a very level headed Judge. She has a big heart and cared that she made decisions that are well thought through in the eyes of the law, and always have in mind the interest of the children involved in the cases. The case of the Jehovah Witness and the legality of the blood transfusion is the main case that underlies the better part of the story. Other cases described in the books include the Chareidi children and the conjoint twin, Matthew and Mark. These cases are all controversial in nature, deeply rooted in religion and morality. The fact that there could be a legal stand and a very logical one in such cases, is an eye-opener for me. The law is always on the side of the decision that is made for the interest, and especially the health of the children in these case, but the religious backlash could also be tremendous. In the case of the conjoint twin, venomous letters came to refute Fiona's judgement. In the case of Adam Henry, he renounced his faith immediately upon getting well, only to die for his faith at a later stage. Did Fiona regret after making her judgement? To this end, McEwan did a great job portraying the real human being behind a fierce and intelligent judge. It is no longer about right or wrong, it is about the ability to live with the decision and move on.

It is worth noting the brilliant account of Adam Henry's psychological state after he recovery. He renounced his faith after he found out about the hypocrisy of his parents - how they thought they had manipulated the law to their advantage without having to sin against their faith.  He seemed to have gotten back to normal life of a teenager, however, his mind was already pinned on Fiona. He expressed his feelings through his letters and poems, and even acted out his fantasy for Fiona through his actions. All alarm bells should have sounded when he tracked Fiona down in the rain. What Fiona chose to do next was not realistic. With all the experience she had with children, being a protector of them through the Children Act, it is not believable that she would be so weak and so emotionally unstable as to kiss a 18 years old boy, especially one that exhibited psychotic symptoms. However, the final poem written by Adam with vivid description of what transpired was truly brilliant. I totally enjoyed the poem, especially the last sentence when the truth was finally revealed. The poem made much sense from the perspective of the boy. The kiss was the kiss of Satan; Fiona knew it was wrong and there are bound to be repercussions. The fact that McEwan chose not to address it could only be accounted by Fiona's character weakness. Finally the boy decided to get back to his faith and refuse a second blood transfusion. The book claimed suicide; I like to think sweet revenge - revenge for the parent who lied on their true intention in the first instance, and revenge on Fiona for the kiss and the first decision that caused him to deviate from his faith. Is it a good ending? Not at all, but it is an unexpected twist in the book and a very daring one.

What I definitely did not enjoy was the relationship between Fiona and Jack. Jack was portrayed as the husband that any woman would loved to have. He asked permission to have an affair! How realistic is that in real life? Surely there are more husbands who ask for forgiveness than for permission? What was truly enduring was the patience he exhibited to Fiona upon his return and how he truly wanted to make the marriage work. On other hand, Fiona was the principled wife that would not even see any virtue of her husband and kept pushing him away. At age sixty, maybe all that Fiona needed was her job. However, the emotional unstable state that she got into after a difficult case seemed to indicate vulnerability, yet not needing the only one that truly cared for her? It is always good that the ending is a happy one. It gives the reader a sense of completeness; and put the good and evil in the book right back to their rightful place.

The title of the book seemed to infer to the work done by the Family Division in using the Act to protect the interest of the children in family disputes. However, I wasn't really sure if the essence of the Act was brought out deeply in the book, or was it the original intention to do so? The children cases mentioned in the book were controversial, but they were hardly deep enough or detailed enough to warrant the book title. If this is a book about Fiona and her husband, it is rather difficult to follow that line of writing sometimes. The case of the conjoint twin was described while Fiona and Jack were having an argument, inserted somewhere in the middle of a conversation. The case was interesting but it was a distraction from the storyline of Fiona and Jack.

Overall, it is an enjoyable read for 2 hours, easy enough. Interesting ideas were built into the book, but nothing truly spectacular to ponder after.

Book Challenge: a book that you can finish in a day; a book on a difficult topic.

Theater Review - Public Enemy (2015)

This article is imported from a blog that I decided to discontinue...

A Wildrice production, watched 16 April 2015

http://www.wildrice.com.sg/productions/162-public-enemy

"Let us get down to fundamentals. Is this an open, or is this a closed society? Is it a society where men can preach ideas - novel, unorthodox, heresies, to established churches and established governments - where there is a constant contest for men's hearts and minds on the basis of what is right, of what is just, of what is in the national interests, or is it a closed society where the mass media - the newspapers, the journals, publications, TV, radio - either bound by sound or by sight, or both sound and sight, men's minds are fed with a constant drone of sycophantic support for a particular orthodox political philosophy? I am talking of the principle of the open society, the open debate, ideas, not intimidation, persuasion not coercion..."  Lee Kuan Yew, Before Singapore's independence, Malaysian Parliamentary Debates, Dec 18, 1964

"The minority - the men hi see things from a different angle" the men who are true to what they see, who dare to disagree with how the stupid majority see the world - we are right." Dr Thomas Chee, Act IV, Public Enemy

When being different is not a crime. When a lone voice is the only truth. These are the messages that this play explored. The acting is powerful and emotional. The set is modern and every change of scene is so uniformly choreographed to the point of being military. Sleek. Neat. Clean.

The truth will surface with time. 

Theater Review - December Rain (2016)

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I wasn't sure what to expect from a Chinese Musical, really. I was at once pleasantly surprised and distinctively unsatisfied with December Rain... I wanted more!

Although it is the 3rd time that the Toy Factory is producing this musical, it is my first time watching it. I can imagine in 1996 how modern and popular this musical would be; in 2016, it is still superb in many ways, but there are parts where one wonders if there could be a more contemporary feel to it.

The scene was decidedly enchanting pre-start, with the raining sound, not a drizzle, definitely the kind of rain that you know will last a long time... A lone figure stopping over a box, occasionally tinkling away at a metal.... later, it was dawn on me that it was the ding-ding sweet seller. Brides and grooms in all white gradually appear, haunting at various corners of the stage, some arms stopping in mid-air. A recital of a passage unfamiliar to me opened the first scene. Strong voice, bilingual, yet I wished it would slow down a little and take time for us to savor the words longer.

First half of the show was set in 1950s, with the backdrop of the bus riots in Singapore. The oppression of the Chinese educated at that time spurred the 2 main characters - Yingxiong and Liqing to take on very different routes of their lives. Yingxiong was an activist and supported the riots, which caused the death of some students. However, the reason to therefore go to China and support the revolution there eluded me. There wasn't enough support for the character to reach this point, and it wasn't that convincing to me that this was the logical thing to do. On the whole, first half was nostalgic, but it does not feels like Singapore.  It had me wondering if the story was set in 1950s China instead, until the bus riots scene puts it in context. The first song at the grand wedding at the start of the scene was so China-variety-showy that I thought it would be a stage performance and not a theatre.

The theme, rain, became more and more obvious as the scene moved towards the faithful day where both of them were scheduled to depart for China. The rest of the show revolved around this theme - rain - as reference to this faithful day where Yingxiong decided to leave for China without Liqing, a decision that haunted not only the 2 of them, but the ones who stayed with them throughout their lives - Mingli and Ah Ling. The story remained tight with constant references, double meanings and rhetoric on this rain that never did stopped for 30 years. One very significant scene where Liqing and her mother sat by the bed asking each other/themselves what should be done, and her mother asked her "If you step out of this house, have you considered if your umbrella is reliable?" Simple question, loaded meaning. A strength for this show, the story line could not be stronger.

As a musical with songs written by the veteran Father of Singapore Chinese music - Liang Wern Fook, the singing was impeccable with many singers from the local singing contests. The gentlemen's strong baritone voices were most enduring. The ladies carried the melodies smoothly and effortlessly, with just an occasional flat at the end.   The showy performance were kept largely at the start and as it moved into the second half the scenes were a lot tighter and the songs made sense. The trio at the end of first half between Yingxiong, Liqing and Mingli was one of the highlights of the show, perfectly blended, totally captivating!

The story between Yingxiong and Liqing, was it a tragedy? A love lasted and lost for 30 years? The real tragedy were Mingli and Ah Ling, the 2 person that stayed beside Liqing and Yingxiong all these years, waiting, wanting and wishing for their love and attention. Finally, when Liqing and Yingxiong realised their regrets and finally noticed them, it was too late. Liqing and Yingxiong were fortunate to have them all these years, in contrast, Mingli and Ah Ling lost much much more. Yet, did they? The one sentence that echoed in the show was "so long as I can stay beside the person I loved most in my life..." they've got exactly what they wanted.

I enjoyed this musical very much both in the story and in the singing. I smiled, I cringed, I sobbed, and I laughed. I applauded so hard at the end and celebrated the success of a musical and a theater group that matured over 25 years. No regrets.

Perseverance - The Story of Michael Jordan

I found this so inspiring, so I thought I should forward it:

Michael Jordan was born in 1963, in the slums of Brooklyn, New York.

He had four  siblings and his father's earnings were not sufficient to provide for the whole family.

He grew up in a poor neighborhood. Exposed to mindless violence and heavy discrimination in the slums, he saw for himself only a hopeless future.

His father saw in Michael, a lost soul and decided to do something.

He gave Michael, who was 13 years old, a piece of used clothing and asked: "What do you think the value of this outfit would be?"

Jordan replied,"Maybe one dollar."

His father asked, "Can you sell it for two dollars? If you can sell it, it would mean that you are a big help to your family."

Jordan nodded his head, "I'll try, but no guarantee that I'll be successful."

Jordan carefully washed the cloth clean. Because they didn't have an iron, to smoothen the cloth, he levelled it with a clothes brush on a flat board, then kept it in the sun to dry. The next day, he brought the clothes to a crowded underground station. After offering it for more than six hours. Jordan finally managed to sell it for $2. He took the two dollar bill and ran home.

After that, everyday he looked for used clothing, washed and ironed it, and sold it in the crowd.

More than ten days later, his father again gave him a piece of used clothing, "Can you think of a way you can sell this for 20 bucks?"

Aghast, Jordan said, "How is it possible? This outfit can only fetch two dollars at the most."

His father replied, "Why don't you try it first? There might be a way."

After breaking his head for a few hours, finally, Jordan got an idea.

He asked for cousin's helpto paint a picture of Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse on the garment. Then he tried to sell it in the school where the children of the rich study.

Soon a housekeeper, who was there to pick his master, bought that outfit for his master. The master was a little boy of only 10 years. He loved it so much and he gave a five dollar tip. 25 dollars was a huge amount for Jordan, the equivalent of a month's salary of his father.

When he got home, his father gave him yet another piece of used clothing, "Are you able to resell it at a price of 200 dollars?" Jordan's eyes lit up.

This time, Jordan accepted the clothes without the slightest doubt. Two months later a popular movie actress from the movie "Charlie's Angels", Farah Fawcett came to New York for her Movie promos. After the press conference, Jordan made his way through the security forces to reach the side of Farah Fawcett and requested her autograph on the piece of clothing. When Fawcett saw this innocent child asking for her autograph, she gladly signed it.

Jordan was shouting very excitedly, "This is a jersey signed by Miss Farah Fawcett, the selling price is 200 dollars!" He auctioned off the clothes, to a businessman for a price of 1,200 dollars!

Upon returning home, his father broke into TEARS and said, "I am amazed that you did it My child! You're really great! "

That night, Jordan slept alongside his father. His father said, "Son, in your experience selling these three pieces of clothing, what did you learn about success?"

Jordan replied, "Where there's a will, there's a way."

His father nodded his head, then shook his head, "What you say is not entirely wrong! But that was not my intention. I just wanted to show you that a piece of used clothing which is worth only a dollar can also be increased in value, Then how about us - living & thinking humans? We may be darker and poorer, but what if we CAN increase our VALUE."

This thought enlightened young Jordan. Even a piece of used clothing could be made dignified, then why not me? There is absolutely no reason to underestimate myself.

From then on, Michael Jordan felt that his future would be beautiful and full of hope.

He went on to become the greatest basketball player of all times.

Taken from a facebook post of a very learned friend.

Book Review - The Secret Life of Anna Blanc by Jennifer Kincheloe.

There is a certain charm to this novel, especially with the endearing nature of our heroine, Anna Blanc. At the turn of the century, before the world hears of gender diversity and women in leadership, Anna Blanc was the epitome of a lady of proper upbringing. Boring, but proper. Respected. When she decided to use her brains rather than be a pawn to her father's business dealings, it looked like the men's going to get a good education of what the fairer sex can actually do. This is such a promising start to the story. It reminded me of Peggy Carter from the Marvel, also a lady of this era, born out of turn. What Anna lacks is the gusto, wits and intelligence of Peggy. I missed the resourcefulness and sharp insights that you see in Peggy. In many sense, Anna is the untrained Peggy, lots of potential, but just not there yet. Entertaining nonetheless, but left more to be desired of a stronger plot, unforgettable character and the intelligence of a clever crime.

Prejudice & Mercy

The Prejudice

I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands,
organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions; fed with the same
food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases,
heal'd by the same means, warm'd and cool'd by the same winter
and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If
you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die?
And if you wrong us, do we not revenge? If we are like you in the
rest, we will resemble you in that.
The Merchant Of Venice Act 3, scene 1, 58–68

The Quality of Mercy

The quality of mercy is not strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes:
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown;
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptred sway;
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God's
When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,
Though justice be thy plea, consider this,
That, in the course of justice, none of us
Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy;
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much
To mitigate the justice of thy plea;
Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice
Must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there.
The Merchant of Venice, Act 4, Scene 1

Interesting Read - 16-Year-Old Malala Yousafzai Leaves Jon Stewart Speechless With Comment About Pacifism

This is an article that came through the email; source quoted below. It is exceptionally amazing the maturity of this young child's thinking, in the correct approach to terrorism and more importantly, the bravery under life-threatening situation.

Malala Yousafzai, the 16-year-old Pakistani advocate for womens rights and access to education, appeared on the Daily Show last night, ahead of Friday's announcement for the 2013 recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize.
Her answer to one of Jon Stewart's questions left him speechless.
An outspoken critic of the Taliban's tactics in her native Swat Valley from a young age, Malala was the subject of an attempted assassination at the hands of a Taliban gunman because she was unafraid to speak out.
Then, at just 14 years old, a Talib fighter boarded her bus, pointed a pistol at her head, and pulled the trigger. But she survived, made a full recovery in England, and has become and transformative figure in human rights.
She was favored to become the youngest Nobel Peace laureate ever, and has been widely recognized for her work.
In the key moment of the interview, Stewart asked her how she reacted when she learned that the Taliban wanted her dead. Her answer was absolutely remarkable:

I started thinking about that, and I used to think that the Talib would come, and he would just kill me. But then I said, 'If he comes, what would you do Malala?' then I would reply to myself, 'Malala, just take a shoe and hit him.'  But then I said, 'If you hit a Talib with your shoe, then there would be no difference between you and the Talib. You must not treat others with cruelty and that much harshly, you must fight others but through peace and through dialogue and through education.' Then I said I will tell him how important education is and that 'I even want education for your children as well.' And I will tell him, 'That's what I want to tell you, now do what you want.'

http://www.businessinsider.com/malala-yousafzai-left-jon-stewart-speechless-2013-10#ixzz2hWPYjJCp

The Amazing Camel and Its Creator

This is reproduced in its entirety from a email chain.  So much technical info about this technical animal.  Who can still deny the facts? The Amazing Camel and Its Creator (Moody Press) If you ever doubted that God exists, meet the Very Technical,  Highly Engineered Dromedary Camel.  When I'm hungry, I'll eat almost anything- A leather bridle, a piece of rope, my master's tent, Or a pair of shoes. My mouth is so tough a thorny cactus doesn't bother it. I love to chow down grass and other plants That grow here on the Arabian desert I'm a dromedary camel, the one-hump kind That lives on hot deserts in the Middle East . My hump, all eighty pounds of it, Is filled with fat-my body fuel -- not water as some people believe. My Mighty Maker gave it to me because He knew I wouldn't always be able to find food As I travel across the hot sands. When I don't find any chow, my body automatically Takes fat from the hump, feeds my system, And keeps me going strong. This is my emergency food supply. If I can't find any plants to munch, my body uses up my hump. When the hump gets smaller, it starts to tip to one side. But when I get to a nice oasis and begin to eat again, My hump soon builds back to normal. I've been known to drink twenty-seven gallons of water in ten minutes. My Master Designer made me in such a fantastic way that In a matter of minutes all the water I've swallowed Travels to the billions of microscopic cells that make up my flesh. Naturally, the water I swallow first goes into my stomach. There thirsty blood vessels absorb and carry it to every part of my body. Scientists have tested my stomach and found it empty Ten minutes after I've drunk twenty gallons. In an eight hour day, I can carry a four hundred pound load A hundred miles across a hot, dry desert And not stop once for a drink or something to eat. In fact, I've been known to go eight days without a drink, But then I look like a wreck. I lose 227 pounds, my ribs show through my skin, And I look terribly skinny. But I feel great! I look thin because the billions of cells lose their water. They're no longer fat. They're flat. Normally my blood contains 94 percent water, just like yours. But when I can't find any water to drink, The heat of the sun gradually robs a little water out of my blood. Scientists have found that My blood can lose up to 40 percent of its water, And I'm still healthy. Doctors say human blood has to stay very close to 94 percent water. If you lose 5 percent of it, you can't see anymore; 10 percent, you can't  hear and you go insane; 12 percent, your blood is as thick as molasses And your heart can't pump the thick stuff. It stops, and you're dead. But that's not true with me. Why? Scientists say my blood is different. My red cells are elongated. Yours are round. Maybe that's what makes the difference This proves I'm designed for the desert, Or the desert is designed for me. Did you ever hear of a design without a Designer? After I find a water hole, I'll drink for about ten minutes And my skinny body starts to change almost immediately. In that short time my body fills out nicely, I don't look skinny anymore, And I gain back the 227 pounds I lost. Even though I lose a lot of water on the desert, My body conserves it too. Way in the beginning when my Intelligent Engineer made me, He gave me a specially designed nose that saves water. When I exhale, I don't lose much. My nose traps that warm, moist air from my lungs And absorbs it in my nasal membranes. Tiny blood vessels in those membranes take that back into my blood. How's that for a recycling system? Pretty cool, isn't it. It works because my nose is cool. My cool nose changes that warm moisture in the air From my lungs into water. But how does my nose get cool? I breath in hot dry desert air, And it goes through my wet nasal passages. This produces a cooling effect, and my nose stays as much as 18 degrees cooler than the rest of my body. I love to travel the beautiful sand dunes. It's really quite easy, because My Creator gave me specially engineered sand shoes for feet. My hooves are wide, and they get even wider when I step on them. Each foot has two long, bony toes with tough, leathery skin between my soles, My feet are a little like webbed feet. They won't let me sink into the soft, drifting sand. This is good, because often my master wants me to carry him one hundred miles across the desert in just one day. (I troop about ten miles per hour.) Sometimes a big windstorm comes out of nowhere, bringing flying sand with it. My Master Designer put special muscles in my nostrils that close the openings, keeping sand out of my nose but still allowing me enough air to breathe. My eyelashes arch down over my eyes like screens, keeping the sand and sun out but still letting me see clearly. If a grain of sand slips through and gets in my eye, the Creator took care of that too. He gave me an inner eyelid that automatically wipes the sand off my eyeball just like a windshield wiper. Some people think I'm conceited because I always walk around with my head held high and my nose in the air. But that's just because of the way I'm made. My eyebrows are so thick and bushy I have to hold my head high to peek out from underneath them. I'm glad I have them though. They shade my eyes from the bright sun. Desert people depend on me for many things. Not only am I their best form of transportation, but I'm also their grocery store. Mrs. Camel gives very rich milk that people make into butter and cheese. I shed my thick fur coat once a year, and that can be woven into cloth. A few young camels are used for beef, but I don't like to talk about that. For a long time we camels have been called the "ships of the desert" because of the way we sway from side to side when we trot. Some of our riders get seasick. I sway from side to side because of the way my legs work. Both legs on one side move forward at the same time, elevating that side. My "left, right left, right" motion makes my rider feel like he is in a rocking chair going sideways. When I was six months old, Special knee pads started to grow on my front legs. The Intelligent Creator knew I had to have them. They help me lower my 1000 pounds to the ground. If I didn't have them, My knees would soon become sore and infected, And I could never lie down. I'd die of exhaustion. By the way, I don't get thick knee pads because I fall on my knees. I fall on my knees because I already have these tough pads. Someone very Great thought of me and knew I needed them. He designed them into my genes. It's real difficult for me to understand . . . How some people say I evolved into what I now am. I'm very technical, highly engineered, dromedary camel. Things like me don't just happen!

 

Speak Up!

Have we ever attended a talk or a presentation that requires us to lean forward and strain our ears to listen? I believe we will find it hard to understand a speaker when he or she speaks really softly. Changing the role, do we ourselves encounter this problem? Are we too soft for our audience?

District Officers, Presidents and Fellow TMs, speaking up and be audible is key to a successful speech. When our speech is loud enough for people to hear without having to adjust in their seats, we have achieved our first step – catching their attention, and then we can focus on delivering a good speech. This is why the technique of voice projection is very important. I am saying this will regards to occasions where using a microphone is not possible, or when you need to be heard across a very noisy room. Tonight, allow me to share with you some techniques that you may want to use to try to project your voice and be heard.

First thing first, when we speak, what do we need? Our mouth to form the words.. 

Our throat where our voice comes from… what else? Air! We take a breath of air and then speak, without air, we cannot articulate any sound. Therefore the first thing to do is to ensure you breathe right. We must all use the right technique to inhale and exhale in order to project our voice.

Question, what do we use to breath? We can inhale through our nose or our mouth. Anyone can tell me, where would the air go? Our lungs? The correct place to push our air through is our diaphragm – the area below our lungs above our stomach. 

Let’s all try this together – Let’s all stand, and place one hand over our lungs and another over our diaphragm – the area underneath the lungs and above our tummy. Now breathe normally… how many felt that your lungs has expanded? How many felt that your diaphragm expanded? The correct way is for your diaphragm to expand. Now try again, try to breathe such that there is no movement at your lung area but your diaphragm expands accordingly.  You can do this with your nose or our mouth, however, I personally find this easier for practice sake breathe through my mouth.  This is an exercise that we can all try at home, where you practice breathing to ensure that your diaphragm expands. How to make this better? Your stance is important -stand up straight with the feet shoulder width apart and relax. This improves balance and breathing.

Now that we have air in the right place, how is it to be used? As you exhale, air moves from your lungs through your windpipe.  It then passes between your vocal cords. As they vibrate, sound happens. You use your throat, tongue, lips, and jaw to shape the sound into words. The only way for your voice to be heard is to allow air to carry your voice through. That’s what we refer to as resonance. It is the concentrated pressure through which one produces a focused sound. True resonance will produce the greatest amount of projection available to a voice by utilizing all the key resonators found in the vocal cavity. Where is the vocal cavity? Our mouth alone? Actually it is our mouth, nose, and the whole cavity that is within our head. 

The two extremes of resonance are “head voice,” which is where high sounds resonate, and “chest voice,” which is where low sounds resonate. However, most sounds the human voice makes can also resonate in the mask, or the front of the face. A voice with plenty of mask resonance is strong, and clear, no matter how loud or soft. A voice with good mask resonance is pleasant to listen to and flexible, allowing for rich vocal variety. Mask resonance is a combination of nasal and mouth resonance. The sound you are looking for will produce a pronounced vibration in the front of your face.

Let’s try it. You can try this sitting down. Say “Mmmmm.” See if you can feel the buzzy sensation in the front of your face. That’s mask resonance. Another way to produce it is to simply say “Mmm-hmm,” like an enthusiastic “yes.” Now say, “Mmm-hmm one. Mmm-hmm two. Mmm-hmm three.” Can you feel that sensation carry over into the words “one,” “two,” and “three?” This is how we should be producing our sounds in order to create the most resonance and the best projection. 

So far, we have learnt how to breathe, and how to speak. Now let’s put this all together. Let’s practice breathing and speaking. Best if we stand to do this. Let’s do this together. Stand, with our feet comfortably apart, our hands at our lungs and diaphragm, and breathe to expand our diaphgram. Next hmm with our mouth and nose, and say “One” Can we all feel resonance? Now’s let’s try it with one breathe and count to 5, with as much strength as we can. No shouting or yelling, just breathing and speaking.  Breathe in, hmm, count 1,2,3,4,5.

Can we feel and hear the difference? Thank You, Ladies and Gentlemen, we have successfully completed our first voice projection exercise.

Going forward we can practice at home and try to use mask resonance at the beginning of a sentence and try to keep that sensation in the words that follow. Spend 20 minutes a day working with this, and add it to your awareness as you practice your presentations, and you are on your way to more powerful speeches.

This is a speech delivered in front of an audience for the Advanced Project - A Demonstration Talk.

Evaluation - The demonstration of breathing and resonance took too long and the speech was exceeded. Timing of such speeches is important in order to know exactly how long each demonstration with take. On the whole it is not particularly successful as the technique is hard for the average audience to grasp. Vocalists took years to master them!  

The Aging Population – A Case for Nursing Home

Fact No 1
900 000 – This is the number of Baby Boomers that will retire from the workforce and enter their silver years from the year 2012. This population is more than a quarter of the current citizen population. This is the statistics provided by the National Population and Talent Division. This Age Pyramid provided by the board of statistics in Singapore, shows that the first batch of baby boomers is now hitting the retirement age of 65. 

Fact No 2

10    – 10 Years - Singapore’s life expectancy has increased by 10 years over the last 3 decades: from 72 years in 1980 to 82 years in 2010. This is the statistics also provided by the National Population and Talent Division. The life expectancy trend below as provided by the CIA world factbook, 2011 shows how rapidly our life expectancy has increased since 2000.

Fact No 3

0.78 – Singapore has a fertility rate of 0.78, statistics provided by CIA World Factbook. It is the average number of children that would be born per woman during the child bearing years. This is a figure that is down from 1.16 in 2000. The chart below shows the decreasing trend of our country’s fertility rate.

President and fellow TMs, based on the facts that I have just mentioned, we can draw a simple conclusion. Our beloved country Singapore is aging, and it is aging most rapidly. The social and economic implication that is associated with this problem is humongous. How do we adequately provide for the needs of this large aged population when we do not have enough younger population to share the costs and the burden?  This is a problem that is best left to the right government authorities, afterall, as individuals, we cannot do much to help with these social and economic problems… or can we?

My fellow toastmasters, tonight I would like to appeal to each of us to do our part as individuals, on a specific aspect of this whole aging population problem. Support the building and establishing of nursing homes in our neighbourhood. Our government’s mandate is for every constituency to have one nursing home by 2013 in order to cater for the demand. However, in the last one year we hear of news that people are protesting against the building of nursing homes in their estates.

In May 2012, the Straits Times published an article where the residents of Bishan said No to having a nursing home built in their neighborhood. In Feb of the same year, the residents of Toh Yi estate protested against the same. In Feb this year, the people of Yew Tee estate raised the same concerned as well. Why? The May 2012 article has this to say on the protests from the residents of Bishan:

One resident was quoted - Our children play football there. If there is no football field, they will play in the void deck and stain the walls.'

Another resident said 'the old folk will be groaning right into my home'. And add: 'If their kids are going to skirt their responsibility and dump them (the aged parents) there, then they can travel farther to visit them.'

The residents argue that if the home is set up, air flow to their homes will be blocked and they will have to use the air-conditioner more often to dispel the heat.

Really? The government is tackling the problem aged population, and we are concerned with air cons and stained walls? It may seem trivial but this article demonstrates the underlying misconceptions towards nursing home.

Misconception No 1

Nursing homes are for abandoned parents whose children are irresponsible and extremely unfilial. In an Asian and Confucius-influenced society that values filial piety, people used to be ashamed of leaving their parents in a nursing home. The stigma associated with nursing homes remains deep rooted among us. In reality, our society and way of life has changed so much since the olden days of “three generation under one roof”. The modern life is now an all-consuming, day-to-day challenge as we juggle work and raise a family in a frantic world filled with competitions that we cannot afford to lose. We could only provide our parents with a decent home and we visit them over the weekend once a while. What will happen when both parents reached the age where they needed round the clock help to perform their daily activities? This is the question that many working professionals may also face sooner or later. Asian values, Confucius teaching, filial piety. In this day and age, it is not a question of value, but a question of practically and necessity.

Misconception No 2

Nursing homes are cold, dark, lonely places filled with sad old people waiting for the inevitable outcome of life. This is a scene off the Chinese soap drama. It is no longer true in this day and age. A very basic service provided by nursing homes run by Ministry of Health include medical care, nursing care, physiotherapy, dietary services and dental care for their residents. Some nursing homes even provide for special needs like dementia and psychiatric conditions. The privately Pacific Healthcare nursing home in Bt Merah extends their services to provide diverse recreational and social activities, including regular visits from volunteers that positively contribute to the psychological well-being of our residents. The Salvation Army Peacehaven Nursing Home in Changi, claimed to be a “home within a home” where residents live in a home-like environment with their own rooms. The centre even provides guided autobiography sessions that allowed residents to share their life stories with staff and fellow residents before their memories fades. This is a picture of a cold, dark, lonely place? Certainly not. In fact, it sounded like a place where the residents are well-taken care of both physically and psychologically. 

Ladies and gentlemen, it is high time we dispel with such misconceptions of nursing home and face the problem of aged population, with a clear understanding of what it takes to tackle this problem as a mature society. Nursing home is a necessity and a reality. It is a place with trained care-givers that performs a better job at meeting the needs of the elderly under a comfortable and conducive environment. What more can we ask for? As one very wise resident from Yew Tee said in the newspaper article: "We're all going to grow old one day.” Taking care of the aged paves the way of us when our turn comes in the future. Have a hand in shaping the decision that would affect us ultimately. Start now and support the establishment of nursing homes in your very own estate.

This is a speech delivered at Toastmaster Chapter Meeting, for Advanced Project 5 - An Abstract Concept. It is a topic that is close to my heart, one that I will face in the not-too-long future. 

Evaluation - the presentation of the statistics at the start of the speech needs to be clearer, better so as to be more impactful.