Yes, I know I’ve not posted an update for awhile – almost a week already, but the truth is, I’m getting more and more caught up with real-life matters, some of which I would discuss later on, others, well, I can’t talk about them, not because I don’t want to. Yea? It’s what they call a liability, once you get to know about it.
Still, when recurring similar incidents/experiences bug me multiple times in a week, I get quite a few constructive critical ideas and then most likely decide to pen them down here. This is one such week, with multiple rants about
APPEARANCES. Yes, appearances generally – from all things to how people a suckers for that, to how “fake” things are in our society, and even to the extent of how I, myself, am one too – at times.A couple of days back, on a Friday – whereby people were supposed to either end work early, or head to town for shopping, or maybe a couple of drinks at the very nice chill-out pub just directly opposite Bugis Junction, I stepped out of the centrally air-conditioned school compound, hoping to perhaps experience some warmth from anything other then fluorescent light bulbs. Wow. Was I greeted with something around, say, ten times more overwhelming, and negative twenty times “warmth”.
Fertilizer stench.
Ehh? The last time I could remember coming into contact with that stench was when some landscaper from the Sembawang MP’s office decided that the street opposite my flat needed more trees, or grasses, or bushes, or maybe something flowery. I’m not complaining, though – because I’m sure its for the greater good of the people around me. (Damn, this sounds like a paragraph out of Soviet Communism from my secondary school textbook).
But, wait. What’s with the 4 pickup trucks, the two navy blue 14 pax lorries (or was it 13?), and loads of slightly more affordable foreign talent unloading more than just numerous plastic-potted plants, ready-to-go bushes, and other organic stench? Don’t get it wrong, I love plants, in fact, I do remember how “cruel” it was to cook that Red Bean seedling which I planted in cotton swabs while I was in my primary education. Ahhh, the days.
Oh, they’re rushing a landscape just in time for the Clean and Green Week 2006. And since the theme was to (quote, from the website I linked) “develop a caring culture for the environment in Singapore and is an occasion to remind us all to appreciate and care for our environment“, I suppose the massive display of unintelligible organic lifeforms, just-planted seedlings, multiple performance stages, some tree-planting grandstand, and loads more “displays” are justified.
Then I noticed the phrase: “Guest-of-Honour: Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong”
My first reaction, as with I would suppose some 3000 out of 5000 RP students, would be something like this, “Orh.” One of complete realisation and well, understanding. My girlfriend, Lafina, added, “Of course lah, PM coming.” I nodded, feeling that the feature of the launch of the Clean and Green Week 2006 would be more on the PM, rather than the around 300 lifeforms being setup (my estimation sucks, it’s probably more). Very clean, hor?
It is then when the first wave hit me.
Why are people suckers for appearances? Yes, yes, the PM is coming – he is to be respected, and held in high regard, but is there enough justification to treat a Guest-of-Honour (GOH) more highly then the highlight itself? I did a Google search for the definition of a GOH , but it seems there is no fixed definition, but it seems that GOH’s are usually meant to grace the event, to give credibility, to provide support, and the works.
But then, it’s totally contradicting when the methodology to display respect and high regard is overdone.
Allow me to quote this analogy: Let’s say, Bill Gates visits a small IT startup company who has made an impressive $100 million dollars within one month of its launch to have a chat with the CEO. Instead of gracing the success story of this particular company, the papers write something like, “Bill Gates comes to Singapore“.
Now, how would that small startup company feel? Would the company rather that the GOH not make his appearance than end up stealing all the limelight? Come on. There will be more photos taken by the media of Bill Gates than the company’s CEO. I think you’ll put your money on that too.
My point here would be that people are suckers for appearances. When someone big comes, they move mountains. Otherwise, they can’t be bothered to move a finger.
Then comes the second wave. Boom.
Us, students of Republic Polytechnic, engaged in a Problem-Based Learning (PBL) system, backstabbing, badmouthing, screwing up each other – when the facilitator is not around of course. Yea, we are encouraged to question others, to work smart. But to this extent?
I’m sure, in every environment, there is always the bugger whom everyone hates – because he/she does irritating things to mess up your studies, or career. Silly little things like: copying and passing off your ideas as their own, stealing your slides during YOUR presentation, complaining about you behind your back, et cetra. The list goes on and on.
But infront of the facilitator, or boss, or superior. Wow, are they angelic – they wouldn’t use the word “shit”, they wouldn’t defend your flaming remarks or critism, and they wouldn’t talk back at all. Since when did they become the helpless little rabbit? Personally, I find such people far from rabbits, much more like rabid. =X
Unfortunately, such people exists, hence, the “fake” community forms, and we all have to leave with it. Oh, and some of these “fake” communities are held exceptionally high in regards, probably due to the fact that the whole bureaucracy is very, very fake, too. I shall not name the community, but they often face everyone from the Republic with a smile
(and those in it, KNOW it. HEH.)
Wooooo. False appearances to FACE everyone, including those you work with – just for the sake of showing “collectiveness”!
*Sighs* <— (Confession: yes, I remember telling guys who couldn’t find dates NEVER to use this expression or word, because it seriously shows how inapt you are in managing your emotions in accordance to the current situation – but personally, I sigh alot inside, too.)
Oh, and for those of you who’re new here, the fourth month of me with Lafina, is approaching – hence, we celebrated it beforehand during the weekends. Fortunately, I remembered my digital camera, hence the photos will be displayed here once she decrees which are the nicer ones out of the 43 taken.
And somehow along the way (after our “celebrations”), I stumbled across this discovery:

(click to see the larger picture) Question: Which appears to be the larger bank? OCBC or POSB/DBS?
and yet another discovery in an upcoming mall in the heartlands Singapore…

Once again, click the picture to view the whole “article”. For those with special sexual preferences, please, try not to feel offended – it’s no personal attack on you, yea?
Okay, back to the topic at hand.
I’ve come to realise, with much assistance from Lafina darling, that I, at times, am a very “fake”, or pretentious person too.
Somehow, people tend to overrate me, in more ways then one. Some of these ratings, as I would prefer to call it, is good, others, at times, makes me feel a little too big – and that’s the scary part.
People around me (who aren’t from my class, obviously) see me as someone popular, influential and, even at times, powerful. Some look upon me, the creator of Yandao.com as being levels away from them. Seriously, though some might wish for this kind of attention – I’ll have to say that this really sucks.
By generalizing people under a specific category away from you; you’ll end up underrating yourself, by asking really demeaning questions to yourself – such as: “Why is he/she so much better than me?”, “Am I useless?”, “How come he/she can learn so fast?”. Hell no. This is NOT what I intended to achieve in people’s self-impression after reading what I’ve done, or what I’m offering.
All I wish is to help out, and perhaps motivate others, quite abit. Because for those of you who know motivation, you will know that it’s impossible to motivate yourself all at once, but peers around you *ARE* needed for it to work out.
Then again, to self-motivate, one has to start off a little pretentious in appearance at first. But a little shouldn’t really harm much. Should it?
Along the way, people always ask me a few question pertaining to my financial status – from the way they look at me, they do think I’m loaded with cards and cash and who-knows-what. Ehhh. NO. I’m just the very average Singaporean, who lives in the HDB public housing, dines from the coffeeshop downstairs, and cooks his own instant noodles without assistance from hired domestic foreign talent.
True, you may have heard that I made big bucks in the past – but have you heard that I spent all of those just as quickly as it came – or even quicker?
That, however, is something for another post, on yet another day, for another appearance.
For now, I need to enter LALA-land, to accompany my LAfina in her dream, lest she get lonely.