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Christmas 2008

December 31, 2008 - 3:47 am 4 Comments

As I was looking back at my Christmas posts in the last two years, I was cringing at how bimbotic and obnoxious I must have sounded two years ago. The clincher was that I had meant to be thankful for what I have.

The 2008 me wanted to give the 2006 me a tight slap on the face.

On a brighter note, it’s a reminder to myself to be more tolerant to people I deem bimbotic and idiotic now as seeing how I was ignorantly guilty. Who knows, perhaps the 2010 me might have something to say about the 2008 me now? LOL.

This year though, like the last few years, had us spending it quietly with the family and at TK’s home party.



The girls with TK’s sister’s dog, Nigel, who is a real slut. Nigel, not TK’s sister.

As usual, there weren’t any big ticket ‘wants’ by the children as we don’t have the habit of giving gifts only during Christmas or birthdays. They have their books, DVDs, games, gadgets, phone and whatnots already, so we got them craft and game sets for this Christmas. Though yours truly here was very tempted to get the Wii..

But I think having Xbox and Xbox 360, PSP and PS3… and DS lite are quite enough for this household.

For now.

In any case, Christmas, being other than the season for giving, sharing and forgiving, is primarily the celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ. Besides the practice of gifting in the family, I feel it’s important to share with the children about giving to the less privileged.


Featured in Young Parents (Dec 08) for their Christmas writeup

I feel as fortunate and thankful as I did in 2006, only much more mellow, less squealy and definitely more sombre. There are many things that I have lost in life – only to be blessed with much more in return and there is nothing in life that can replace the joy, frustration, happiness and exasperation that my girls give me.

In retrospect, this was a good year for me. I had fulfilled a good part of my agenda, left the best boss I ever had (he sent me the sweetest sms over Christmas – ‘to my very very valued ex PA..’), started the business, examined myself as a person, got the highest paid and most boring job I ever had and yeah, got bored – I should have known.

I need new challenges.

So yes, I had a good year, though I had a down period lately, but here’s to an even better year.

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In the new year to come and in view of the recession and economy crisis, we plan to scale down on a lot of luxuries and extravagances and focusing on minimizing  our debts and building our assets.

Cash in the hand is better than a(nother) bag in the wardrobe I say.

After all like Michael Levin of celebrity PR fame said,

“As a celebrity media expert and author, I predict the new year will be marked by a cultural trend I am calling “Luxury Shame”. In the extraordinary recessionary times, it seems vulgar to flaunt one’s luxurious lifestyle.

I caution even the most successful celebrities to go ‘bling-less’.”

What more of us humble folks?

Singapore Flyer – what a great way to fly… Not.

December 27, 2008 - 5:06 pm No Comments

She had to use son’s diapers
Pregnant housewife stuck for almost seven hours on stalled Singapore Flyer
By Teh Jen Lee
December 25, 2008

IT was her first time on the Singapore Flyer and she says it will be her last.
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STUCK: Passengers trapped in the stalled Singapore Flyer had to wait for up to seven hours before they were rescued. TNP PICTURE: MOHD ISHAK

Madam Yohana Husin, 32, who is six months’ pregnant, went up on the Flyer at 4.30pm with her husband and 4-year-old son.

The Indonesian housewife, who’s a Singapore permanent resident, had enjoyed 20 minutes of the ride when the Flyer stalled around 4.50pm.

‘We were in the 24th capsule with two other visitors from London. The capsule was near the top when the wheel stopped moving.

I called through the intercom many times asking how long they would take and they didn’t give me any answers.’

After holding her bladder for four hours, she couldn’t hold it any more and had to use her son’s unused diaper to relieve herself.

‘Luckily, we had packed extra diapers. I couldn’t take it so I went to one corner and slipped one into my underwear.

‘I felt very uncomfortable. It was very hot in the capsule, I was very tired and I also had gastric pains,’ she said.

Around 10pm, climbers delivered bread and Coca-cola to the people trapped in the capsules.

Madam Yohana said: ‘They were like Spider-Man. But my son can’t drink Coke, they should have given us plain water.’

She didn’t know that some people were lowered down with harnesses and ropes.

‘I wouldn’t dare to risk it, I would rather be stuck up there,’ she said.

Her husband, a technician who gave his name only as Mr Loh, 46, said in Mandarin: ‘I hope this never happens again because it’s very bad. When we finally got down, I felt a bit giddy, probably because we had been in there for too long.

‘It was almost seven hours. It would have been worse for kids. My son didn’t cry, but he could hardly walk when we finally got out.’

Worried

He was especially worried about his pregnant wife.

‘My friend who watched the news at home told me that people were abseiling down. There was no way I would have let my family do that and be in danger.

‘From the lower capsules, people’s legs were already shaking, how can they expect to get people down from the higher capsules?’

The family was given a full refund of their ticket price, which was more than $40.

Madam Yohana said: ‘I’ll monitor how I feel tomorrow, I may need to see a doctor. I know I will never want to go up on the Flyer again.’

Lack of foresight or poor planning?

When I first heard of the news, I was stumped that there was no provisions made for such an incident. You mean to tell me that no one in the entire company, the panel of experts and consultants and what nots had ever thought of the possibility of a stall or a technical glitch?

Oh, actually they had?

Standard Operating Procedures (SOPs) activated in the event of wheel stoppage

There is a set of SOPs in place in the event of wheel stoppage. The SOPs (see below) were carried out when the rotation of the wheel stopped on 23 December, 2008.

  • Notify the wheel contractor Mitsubishi Heavy Industries about the wheel stoppage and work to re-start the rotation of the wheel as soon as possible. The top priority is to resume the rotation of the wheel in any incident of stoppage.
  • In the event of wheel stoppage, Singapore Flyer staff will notify and communicate with passengers inside the capsules via a 2-way intercom system.
  • Inform TÜV SÜD, an international certification organisation, and PELU (Public Entertainments Licensing Unit), Singapore Police Force’s licensing authority.
  • TÜV SÜD and PELU will be notified when the wheel starts rotating again. Singapore Flyer will only be able to resume wheel operations to the public when TÜV SÜD and PELU have given their approval that the wheel is safe to carry passengers.

In the event of 23 December 2008,

  • Measures were taken to isolate the technical malfunction. The wheel contractor, Mitsubishi Heavy Industries, was notified immediately to restore power for the rotation of the wheel.
  • Singapore Flyer called in Dive-Marine Services Pte Ltd, and subsequently the Singapore Civil Defence Force (SCDF), was called to assist in the evacuation of passengers.
  • The top priority is to resume wheel operations in any event of stoppage. Efforts to restore wheel movement were underway throughout this entire duration.
  • At 11.15 pm, the wheel resumed movement and passengers disembarked from the capsules.

I have five questions.

  1. Was there any drill held beforehand to familiarize the staff with these procedures in the case of the real emergency? It’s not rocket science, seeing that this was being touted as the world’s biggest wheel and as one of our major tourists’ attractions, right?
  2. If the need to ‘notify and communicate with passengers inside the capsules via a 2-way intercom system’ was duly noted in the SOP, why was there no response to the pregnant passenger’s repeated enquiries- ‘I called through the intercom many times asking how long they would take and they didn’t give me any answers.’? I imagine she must have been frantic with anxiety and panic.
  3. Were the passengers expected to do their toileting in an extremely exposed and enclosed space? Note that each capsule was not only extremely space constrained, it was also transparent on the six panels on the right and left side of each capsule. Not everyone packs a spare diaper in their handbag, in case they haven’t noticed.
  4. Bread and Coca-cola were only delivered to the trapped passengers five hours later. Did no one think that they might need food and water? Was it an after thought (and a rather thoughtless one at that)? Did anyone stop to think that Coca-cola was not so suitable in this instance and water would be a much better option?
  5. Do they actually realize that the respond time of seven hours is not a remotely acceptable time frame to a trapped situation crisis? ?????? I am appalled. They need a PR miracle pronto.

So who is to be accountable?

  • The architects – Kisho Kurokawa Architect & Associates and DP Architects Pte Ltd?
  • The engineers – Arup?
  • The builders – Mitsubishi Heavy Industries Ltd and Takenaka Corporation?
  • The leading international service organization that certified (and which ‘constantly monitored‘) the flyer – TÜV SÜD?
  • PELU (Public Entertainments Licensing Unit), Singapore Police Force’s licensing authority?
  • STB (Singapore Tourism Board)?

Well, they did indeed deliver the promise of a  ‘capsule of memories for a lifetime’. What an apt tagline though they could not have imagined in their wildest dreams that it be used in such a situation. Again, who and where on earth is their PR company to salvage this crisis?

Compensation

No, refunding the tickets is hardly the first step of the grand plan. And I don’t think offering them free flights on the Singapore Flyer quite works the trick.

How does one’s time, comfort and dignity be compensated adequately? Let’s wait and see how creative the suits can be.

And for crissakes, remove that embarrassing promotion – All you want for Christmas is at the Singapore Flyer, still unwisely and proudly displayed on the website. Hell, no. All I want for Christmas is to be at home with my family, and not stuck in the air with stale hot air, starved for five hours and then rewarded with bread, no water and having to hold in my bladder and bowel movements in a claustrophobic capsule with other strangers – kids fly free or not.

In fact, I was very glad that our first and last time at the Singapore Flyer was determined by a lack-lustre experience and boredom.  If we had been involved in this whole fiasco – especially if the kids were with us – I will unite all my fellow passengers and perhaps even the ones in the other capsules in a collective suit.

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Check out Nelson’s video about the Drama at the Singapore Flyer.

Merry Christmas from Xtralicious and Family

December 25, 2008 - 2:02 pm 2 Comments

To all my friends and readers

Merry Christmas!!

May you be blessed with good health, success and tidings in the coming new year!

Best wishes

Rachel and family

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Recommended read: Nelson’s discourse on Christmas

Making a difference

December 22, 2008 - 4:39 pm No Comments

A while ago I spoke to A who started a charity drive to help those who have fallen through the cracks of the social net. I am inspired by his act versus whine initiative. Not surprisingly, certain eyeballs have been trained on that little charity since it is independent of ‘official’ assistance. But I digress.

The crux of the matter is – all of us can make a difference. For those who want to start a cause, here’s 4 great tips from A -

  1. It starts within: Be the change that you want to see in the world. There needs to be a compelling desire to evoke a change.
  2. It extends outwards: Making a difference in the lives that you touch. Find a cause that you can identify with and let your desire and passion to help those in need flow through.
  3. Start small. You can’t save the world.
  4. How the plans will be executed will come naturally when the above criteria are met.

Got this in the mail – enjoy

December 16, 2008 - 1:31 am 4 Comments

A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.

SON: “Daddy, may I ask you a question?”

DAD: “Yeah sure, what it is?”

SON: “Daddy, how much do you make an hour?”

DAD: “That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?” the man said angrily.

SON: “I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?”

DAD: ‘ If you must know, I make $50 an hour.”

SON: “Oh,” the little boy replied, with his head down. “Daddy, may I please borrow $25?”

The father was furious, “If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don’t work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.”

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.

The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down , and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and he really didn’t ask for money very often.

The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door.

“Are you asleep, son?” He asked.

“No daddy, I’m awake,” replied the boy.

“I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier” said the man. “It’s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here’s the $25 you asked for.”

The little boy sat straight up, smiling. “Oh, thank you daddy!” he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.

The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.

The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.

“Why do you want more money if you already have some?” the father grumbled.

“Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,” the little boy replied. “Daddy, I have $50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.”

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.

It’s just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.

Do remember to share that $50 worth of your time with someone you love. If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.

That’s a WRAP – Explore Singapore!

December 14, 2008 - 3:16 am 1 Comment

Judging from the fun we had at Dim Sum Dollies, the family trooped to the WRAP festival also organized by NHB under the Explore Singapore! program.

There were good activities lined out for the kids – crafts, balloon sculpting and body art ‘kiosks’ set up to cater to the kids but the only glitch was probably that there was too much demand and too little supply. The queues were snaking long and tempers flared when a brawl broke out between two mothers in front of us. Now if they are giving out free 2.55s, I’d take apart the hussy who cuts my queue but this is freaking kids’ doodles for crissake. And lady, staging a catfight in front of your daughter is a big uh uh and certainly most unglamourous.

It doesn’t mean that I will take it lying down if my kids get sidelined but I prefer to let kids sort things out on their own – they learn to be independent and street smart. The only time I remember pulling my weight as a mum was when violence got involved. To cut a long story short, another kid hit Gean while trying to shove her off the swing. Gean, being sweetness personified, brushed it aside because the kid was younger. But this mother here was like, HOW DARE YOU, YOU LITTLE PIECE OF TURD. Big told me later that I looked murderous. I did contemplate breaking her little fingers one by one.

KIDDING. Really.

Anyway the ending was an anti climax. When I approached the mother to speak to her, I remained calm. Kids get boisterous when playing together, that’s fine but the line should be drawn at smacking and the likes – and I told her so accordingly. The kids were watching me and very possibly learning from my approach of handling conflict. Of course, there are occasions that call for a suitable meltdown but this is hardly it.

Anyway, I digress. So, if there is any queue cutting, I’d let the kids sort it out, failing which attention should be brought to the service provider as a matter of fact and that’s that.

Besides having more activities for the children so that they don’t kill each other, I think the temperature has to be adjusted lower to accommodate the afternoon sun and increased human traffic. It was rather warm indoors and scorching HOT outdoors – more fans and marquee tents would have been most welcome.

The area indoors was also spacious enough for more seats, something which I found very scarce in commodity. Perhaps I am speaking with prejudice but fat arses like mine need to be parked occasionally while I looked on with Dowager-like indulgence while my offsprings entertained themselves with paint and exploding balloons.

All in all, this mum here is happy when the kids are happy and judging from the photos, the kids don’t give a hoot about fat arses needing seats.

But still.


Must have at carnivals – food stalls! My only lament – not enough :P


Kweh kweh!! I.must.resist.


MUST.RESIST.


RESIST!


Damned, resistance is futile


Sigh, guess why I am a plus size auntie. *burp*


Jack and Rai of EIC performing! I especially liked Rai singing the hokkien song ‘One Half‘ (one of the songs in 881)


The bouncing cow. Perennial kids’ favourite.


Alamak you see this girl. Macham hantu can.


Body artist doing a flower mural for Gean


Pose also got pattern ok. Tsk.


Posing with her balloon flower (pink of course) and the painted art. *rolls eyes*


Ger getting her body art done


COOKIE MONSTER!!! I was almost tempted to queue and get one done too :P


Yep she likes dogs (yes, TK, the attraction is your dogs, not you)


Having icecream after all that fun


Happy campers

iPersonic Personality Test

December 11, 2008 - 6:41 pm 2 Comments

Did this test which offers a rather interesting insight into your personality. I am a Reliable Realist. So while I might seem cold or stuck up at times,  I am just being my usual reserved self.

It’s quite illuminating – do go try and let me know what’s your type?

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Reliable Realists are down-to-earth and responsible-minded. They are precise, reserved and demanding. Their most prominent quality is reliability and they will always make every effort to keep any promise given. Reliable Realists are more quiet and serious persons, they do not talk a lot but they are good listeners. They sometimes seem reserved and distant to outsiders although they often have a great deal of wit and esprit. Their strong points are thoroughness, a marked sense of justice, doggedness bordering on pigheadedness and a pragmatic, vigorous and purposeful manner. Reliable Realists do not dither about if something has to be done. They do what is necessary without wasting words.

This personality type not only expects a lot of himself but also of others. Once Reliable Realists have set their mind on something, it is difficult to persuade them otherwise. They do not like to leave anything to chance. Planning means safety to Reliable Realists, as well as order and discipline. They have no problem respecting authorities and hierarchies but do not like to delegate tasks. They are certain that others would not deal with them as conscientiously as they do. In management positions, they are very task-oriented – they make sure that things are well done; however, they do not have a great deal of interest in personal contacts at work.

As a Reliable Realist you belong to the introverted personality types. You don’t appreciate too much commotion around you preferring to work relatively independently of others. You need to give yourself plenty of time to work in peace and deal with your projects thoroughly and intensely. Your ability to concentrate is exceptionally high and if you are interested in something you can truly immerse yourself forgetting everything around you. Very strongly team-oriented professional fields, or employment where your concentration is continuously disturbed, or your work is disrupted, are not really for you. It is just too important to you to complete your projects really well.

One or two colleagues who are on your wavelength or possibly a small group of like-minded colleagues are the most you need. Too many people are stressful to you because the emotionality and irrationality that comes with interpersonal relationships tends to disturb you. You are reserved when revealing yourself, and often have the effect of being aloof.

Sometimes, and although it may not be your intention, you even convey the impression of being dismissive to the people around you. The continuous locker room and water cooler banter enervate you more than anything else. For you, work is work, and you feel that private matters don’t really belong there. When you choose your profession, watch out that you are not made to adjust to and interact with others around the clock.

In relationships too, Reliable Realists are reliability itself. As partners, they are faithful and consistent, well-balanced and sensible. Security and stability are very important to them. They have little time for extravagances and flightiness. Whoever has them as friend or partner can rely on them for a lifetime. However, it takes quite a while for Reliable Realists to enter into a relationship or friendship. They have little need for social contacts; they therefore take great care when choosing partners and friends and limit themselves to a small but exclusive circle which meets their high demands. They tend to show their closeness to people who are important to them by deeds – their partner should rather not expect romantic declarations of love.

You are not characterized in your type description as “reliable” for nothing! It describes you as a person as well as a partner. Stability, reliability, fidelity, and security are those traits you expect from your love relationship (and which you contribute to a rich measure). If you have promised something to somebody, your word is your bond, come what may. You are one of the most honest personality types and one of the most predictable ones (in a positive sense!).

With you, one always knows that you mean what you say, and that you will stick with it, regardless what happens. If one can justifiably describe a type as the tower of strength for his/her partner, then it’s you. Intrigues, cunning, sneakiness, or even lack of openness are just as foreign to you in your love relationship as in the rest of your life. Since you are very much aware that your expectations of your partner cannot be met by just anybody, you can procrastinate for quite some time until you decide on someone, and not get involved head over heels with a love relationship even then. For that, you are too careful, and deal with your own feelings – and the ones of others – with too much respect.

You are the most conservative of all types, and feel bound by traditional values and institutions. For you, that also includes marriage and beginning a family. Temporary affairs are not for you, and you don’t know flightiness and inconsistency. You can’t imagine just flirting. In the long run, you would not be happy in a relationship without a commitment. You assume a great responsibility if you engage in a relationship for life and you tend to see yourself as the provider in the relationship. Material security is very important to you, and in order to offer it to your partner and your family, you work hard and often. It is very possible that you are most comfortable in a relationship with the “traditional” role allocation.

Adjectives which describe your type

introverted, practical, logical, planning, tradition-conscious, organised, persistent, objective, tidy, conscientious, cautious, loyal, peace-loving, sensible, down-to-earth, responsible-minded, reserved, careful, independent, punctual, precise, demanding, ability to concentrate, trustworthy, pedantic, reliable, persevering

The reason why Dr Lee Wei Ling is not in politics

December 10, 2008 - 11:35 pm 7 Comments

Medicine is not just a career, but a calling
By Lee Wei Ling

I have always felt keenly the suffering of animals. Since I was a child, I had wanted to be a vet. My parents persuaded me to abandon that idea by using the example of a vet whose university education was funded by the Public Service Commission. When he returned to Singapore, he was posted to serve his bond at the abattoirs. That was enough to persuade me to select my second career choice – a doctor. I have never regretted that decision.

There are still many diseases for which medical science has no cure, and this is especially true of neurological diseases because nerve cells in the brain and spinal cord do not usually regenerate. Hence, a significant percentage of patients seeing neurologists, of which I am one, cannot be cured. But as in all areas of medicine, we still try our best for the patient, ‘to cure, sometimes; to relieve, often; to comfort, always’.

An example is a 70-year-old woman who sees me for her epilepsy. Her husband has taken a China mistress whom he has brought back to his marital home. He wants my patient to sell her 50 per cent ownership of their HDB flat and move out. Her children side with the husband because he is the one with the money and assets to will to them.

When this patient comes, I always greet her with a big smile and compliment her on her cheongsam. She will tell me she sewed it herself, and I will praise her for her skill. Then I ask her whether she has had any seizures since the last time she saw me. She sees me at yearly intervals, and usually, she will have had none.

Next, I ask her how she is coping at home. She would say she just ignores her husband and his mistress. I would give her a thumbs-up in reply, then ask her whether she still goes to watch Chinese operas. She would say yes.

By then, I would have prepared her prescription. I hand it to her, pat her on her back and she would walk out with a smile on her face, back straight and a spring in her step.

It takes me only five minutes to do the above. I can control but not cure her epilepsy. But I have cheered her up for the day.

One very special patient, Jac, has idiopathic severe generalised torsion dystonia. By the age of 11, she was as twisted as a pretzel and barely able to speak intelligibly. She did well in the Primary School Leaving Examination, but was a few points short of the score needed for an external student to be accepted by Methodist Girls’ School (MGS).

I had done fund-raising for MGS prior to this and knew the principal. I phoned her and explained Jac’s disease as well as her determination and diligence.

I told the principal that the nurturing environment of MGS would be good for Jac, and that it would be a good lesson for the other students in MGS to learn to interact with a peer with disability.

At the end of Secondary 2, Jac mailed me a book and a typed letter. The book was a collection of Chinese essays by students in MGS.

There were two essays by Jac. In addition, she had topped the entire Secondary 1 and, subsequently, Secondary 2 in Chinese. She was second in the entire Secondary 2 for Chemistry. She was happy at MGS, and her peers accepted her and helped wheel her around in her wheelchair.

Medication merely gave Jac some degree of pain relief from her dystonia. Being admitted to MGS gave her the opportunity to enjoy school and thrive in it.

I was walking on clouds for the next few hours after I received the book and letter. Jac showed that an indomitable human spirit can triumph over a severe physical disability. As a doctor, I am not just handling a medical problem but the entire patient, including her education and social life.

I have been practising medicine for 30 years now. Over this period, medical science has advanced tremendously, but the values held by the medical community seem to have changed for the worse.

Yearning and working for money is more widely and openly practised; and sometimes this is perceived as acceptable behaviour, though our moral instinct tells us otherwise.

Most normal humans have a moral instinct that can clearly distinguish between right and wrong. But we are more likely to excuse our own wrongdoing if there are others who are doing the same and getting away with it.

These doctors who profit unfairly from their patients know they are doing wrong. But if A, B and C are doing wrong – and X, Y and Z too – then I need not be ashamed of doing the same. Medical students who see this behaviour being tacitly condoned will tend to lower their own moral standards. Instead of putting patients’ welfare first, they will enrich themselves first.

The most important trait a doctor needs is empathy. If we can feel our patient’s pain and suffering, we would certainly do our best by our patients and their welfare would override everything else.

Medicine is not just a prestigious, profitable career – it is a calling. Being a doctor will guarantee almost anyone a decent standard of living. How much money we need for a decent standard of living varies from individual to individual.

My needs are simple and I live a spartan life. I choose to practise in the public sector because I want to serve all patients without needing to consider whether they can pay my fees.

I try not to judge others who demand an expensive lifestyle and treat patients mainly as a source of income. But when the greed is too overwhelming, I cannot help but point out that such behaviour is unethical.

The biggest challenge facing medicine in Singapore today is the struggle between two incentives that drive doctors in opposite directions: the humanitarian, ethical, compassionate drive to do the best by all patients versus the cold, calculating attitude that seeks to profit from as many patients as possible. Hopefully, the first will triumph.

Doctors do have families to support. Needing and wanting money is not wrong. But doctors must never allow greed to determine their actions.

I think if a fair system of pricing medical fees – such that doctors can earn what they deserve but not profit too much from patients – can be implemented, this problem will be much reduced. The Guideline of Fees, which previously was in effect, was dropped last year. I am trying to revive it as soon as possible.

The writer is director of the National Neuroscience Institute.

Doing what’s right without fear or favour
Lee Wei Ling
30 July 2008?Straits Times

I WAS born and bred in Singapore. This is my home, to which I am tied by family and friends. Yet many Singaporeans find me eccentric, though most are too polite to verbalise it. I only realised how eccentric I am when one friend pointed out to me why I could not use my own yardstick to judge others.

I dislike intensely the elitist attitude of some in our upper socio-economic class. I have been accused of reverse snobbery because I tend to avoid the wealthy who flaunt their wealth ostentatiously or do not help the less fortunate members of our society.

I appraise people not by their usefulness to me but by their character. I favour those with integrity, compassion and courage. I feel too many among us place inordinate emphasis on academic performance, job status, appearance and presentation.

I am a doctor and director of the smallest public sector hospital in Singapore, the National Neuroscience Institute (NNI). I have 300 staff, of whom 100 are doctors. I emphasise to my doctors that they must do their best for every patient regardless of paying status. I also appraise my doctors on how well they care for our patients, not by how much money they bring in for NNI.

My doctors know I have friends who are likely to come in as subsidised patients. I warn them that if I find them not treating any subsidised patient well, their appraisal – and hence bonus and annual salary increments – would be negatively affected. My doctors know I will do as I say.

I remind them that the purpose of our existence and the measure of our success is how well we care for all our patients – and that this is the morally correct way to behave and should be the reason why we are doctors. In NNI, almost all patients are given the best possible treatment regardless of their paying status.

My preference for egalitarianism extends to how I interact with my staff. I am director because the organisation needs a reporting structure. But my staff are encouraged to speak out when they disagree with me. This tends to be a rarity in several institutions in Singapore. The fear that one’s career path may be negatively affected is what prevents many people from speaking out.

This reflects poorly on leadership. In many organisations, superiors do not like to be contradicted by those who work under them. Intellectual arrogance is a deplorable attitude.

Listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story,’ the Desiderata tells us. It is advice we should all heed – especially leaders, especially doctors.

I speak out when I see something wrong that no one appears to be trying to correct. Not infrequently, I try to right the wrong. In doing so, I have stepped on the sensitive toes of quite a few members of the establishment. As a result, I have been labelled ‘anti-establishment’. Less kind comments include: ‘She dares to do so because she has a godfather’.

I am indifferent to these untrue criticisms; I report to my conscience; and I would not be able to face myself if I knew that there was a wrong that I could have righted but failed to do so.

I have no protective godfather. My father, Minister Mentor Lee Kuan Yew, would not interfere with any disciplinary measures that might be meted out to me.

And I am not anti-establishment. I am proud of what Singapore has achieved. But I am not a mouthpiece of the government. I am capable of independent thought and I can view problems or issues from a perspective that others may have overlooked.

A few months ago, I gave a talk on medical ethics to students of our Graduate Medical School. They sent me a thank-you card with a message written by each student. One wrote: ‘You are a maverick, yet you are certainly not anti-establishment. You obey the moral law.’ Another wrote: ‘Thank you for sharing your perspective with us and being the voice that not many dare to take.’

It would be better for Singapore’s medical fraternity if the young can feel this way about all of us in positions of authority.

After the Sars epidemic in 2003, the Government began to transform Singapore into a vibrant city with arts and cultural festivals, and soon, integrated resorts and night F1. But can we claim to be a civilised first world country if we do not treat all members of our society with equal care and dignity?

There are other first world countries where the disparity between the different socio- economic classes is much more extreme and social snobbery is even worse than in Singapore. But that is no excuse for Singaporeans not to try harder to treat each other with dignity and care.

After all, both the Bible and Confucius tell us not to treat others in a way that we ourselves would not want to be treated. That is a moral precept that many societies accept in theory, but do not carry out in practice.

I wish Singapore could be an exception in this as it has been in many other areas where we have surprised others with our success.

The writer is director of the National Neuroscience Institute. Think-Tank is a weekly column rotated among eight heads of research and tertiary institutions.

It is probably because she is too much of a maverick (howdy, Sarah Palin!) and has a mind of her own. Such a character trait must be most inconvenient to a cavalry of yes men.

Dim Sum Dollies at the National Museum

December 7, 2008 - 2:37 am 2 Comments

We brought the kids to catch the Dim Sum Dollies show last Saturday at the National Museum with Serendipity and TK.


The delectable Dim Sum Dollies! I absolutely adore these ladies for their comic talent. They can sing a mean tune too.


The turnout for the show. We were standing at the back to get a ‘bird’s eye view’. I think judging from the reaction from the audience, they enjoyed the show as much as, if not more than we did.


Emma plucked this dude from the audience and posed a question to him, “What is the name of the museum – the National Museum of __________?” He was stumped, much to the amusement of the audience. We cracked up even more when Pamela offered ‘multiple choices‘ – “Is it Malaysia? Singapore?” LOL. I think he had stage fright lah.


My kids enjoying the show with much gusto. Don’t ask me why Gean was doing the lips thing.


This segment about the Singapore Girl (SQ girl) was hilarious. I especially am amused by the humorous sly digs at how atrocious their spoken English can be sometimes, the competitive bitchiness and their strange Pinkerton affliction.


Selena being a good sport and striking a pose for our camera


Emma and Pamela gamely posing for us too.


Serendipity feeling tempted to jab my butt? Tsk! LOL.

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I think NHB has done a great job in thinking out of the box in its innovative outreach programs. In tying in with the popular and well received Dim Sum Dollies, and marketing it at an extremely affordable price at $10 per adult, it’s a clever and interesting way to draw people in. Sure enough, we wanted to carry on exploring the museum after the show ended.

The only minor grouse my kids had was that the skit, at 30 minutes, was too short! These kids know a good thing when they see it. Heh. Also, don’t forget that the influence of children and the impact of good will during childhood (think MacDonalds, people) is a very real and powerful marketing factor. The kids are already asking when they can ‘go to the museum’ again. Heh.

I would say that the Explore Singapore! program (70+ events in 27 museums!) is a success because we will be going again for the WRAP festival tomorrow with the kids. With a good itinerary for both adults and kids, I think NHB has it down pat.

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More photos


Hair style pattern book – so nostalgic!!


Old school toiletries – the powder is still available these days, not sure about the rest.


Antique Singer sewing machine! Big’s mum has one too.


Silk cheongsam – the workmanship looks so exquisite and impeccable. I was swooning away.


Antique wedding gown – check out the OMG puff sleeves!


This sounds so wrong. LOL.


See the audiophones that we are plugged in to? The different exhibits in the museum are tagged with numbers – when you key in the number, you can listen to information about the exhibit. With audio and visual guidance, we explored Singapore history and the Japanese Occupation with ease. PS – also note that I am double the size of Serendipity. Hiak hiak hiak!!

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BIG thanks to Blog2u.sg and NHB for the kind invitation extended to me, Big, the kids AND my friends.

Still here

December 4, 2008 - 3:00 pm 8 Comments

So I’m still here. Thanks for the concern about the recent silence. Quite a lot had been going on in my life.

Last week, I was talking to Big’s sister in law and she was telling me to marry Big soon. She also stressed that I should ‘give him a child’ to be ‘fair to him’ but strangely I was not offended at all.

I remember telling Big that I was surprised that I was not affronted by her words. Perhaps it was her forthright frankness which was much less offensive than some other forms of passive aggressiveness or pretentious hypocrisy. On hindsight, I am glad that I felt amused than upset by her refreshing honesty.

She just passed away. She was only 42. Her last words to me was to marry Big soon and to bear him a child. I don’t know how to articulate my feelings when I think about this. It is neither sadness or pressure. I don’t know what it is.

My maternal aunt has been diagnosed with ovarian cancer. She goes for a full body check up every year and  they found nothing wrong with her last year. This year, they found a cyst that was growing so rapidly it was going to be bigger than her ovary and it is growing inside her ovary. When my mother told me about it, I felt cold fear entwining around my heart, gripping it vise like. It was a surreal, am I really hearing this moment.

My aunt had to undergo surgery to remove her entire womb and starting from next week, go through six cycles of chemotherapy. I am reading up whatever I can about her condition. She is only in her late forties. When I accompanied her just now to remove her stitches, I was hit with an avalanche of emotions which I had to hide with a calm facade in order to be strong for her. I will be going with her to see her oncologist next week. I think the road ahead for her is tough but hopefully, slightly  easier with our support.

Lately I feel very tired. Tired of life’s fragility, people giving me grief about stupid meaningless things, meaningless violence, injustice, petty gossips, hissy fits over nothing – basically I am sick of and fed up with human stupidity and ugliness. I feel the need to retreat into myself and to be a loner again.

Perhaps it is my defence mechanism kicking in, I don’t know.

On a brighter note, I find myself redefining my priorities in life all over again.