For some reason, blogspot has eliminated the photo insertion function.
Good writers do not need pictures to fill the space, in this case, I need my photo function!!!
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The demographic of my readers are no different...
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
The Loss Art of Film Photography
My secret to taking great photographs was rather straight forward; click a thousand times, and you are bound to hit the jackpot with one or two good pictures. Simple mathematical equation, the more you hit, the luckier you get! Digital technology has made it so easy, even my 7 year old cousin can call himself a photographer! After all film is free, right?
This notion changed recently when I met a friend who defied everything I know about photography, in the process, made me rethink about the value of my adopted digital lifestyle.
My friend churned out dozens of spectacular photographs from her Nikkormat (the camera formally known as Nikon in the 70s). The pictures developed were unlike anything I have seen in a long time. It brings back the loss sentiments of childhood; the texture was rustic, rich and embodied. Seeing is believing. Then again, there are things to be believed to be seen; watch out for Tasha Ong’s exhibition at the Alliance Frances de Brunei Art Festival next February!
With film photography, every photo was taken with great caution (for obvious reason that it costs money); each shot was to be approached with surgeon’s precision, mathematical calculation and a lot of heart, which often results in the subject looking rather stiff in order to pay the respect worthy of the photographer’s effort, which is beside the point. As an advocate for creativity, I understand the argument that digital photography opens up the possibility for free experimentation, hence diversity and wild imagination. That too, is beside the point in this essay.
In the digital age, we are accustomed to second chances, anonymity and a sense of entitlement towards almost everything at all.
We have the ability to alter any bad subject to make it seamless; the open secret called Photoshop. This often results in people taking this virtual reality to the extreme, by going under the knife, without realising that they have to face a stranger in the mirror morning and night, for the rest of their life.
We fast track the process of learning life by hiring the best life coaches, and submitting our kids to the best institutions. We LOL without even any facial expression half of the time. We conveniently “delete” friends, as if they would really disappear at the press of a button.
You get the drift.* (Yes, I stole this cool line from Izan)
It begs to the questions; where is the element of truth and authenticity beneath all these? Aren’t the best teachers in life supposed to be the mistakes we make along the way, and the lessons in bouncing back? Shouldn't every task be undertaken with utmost dedication and passion? Since when did we allow facebook to replace the need for a real community?
My approach to photography has taken a turn since this encounter. I waited, I smelled, and I even listened before I clicked. No doubt, I am still using the same Ixus 980, looking through the big digital screen before every shot. The outcome of this process may not necessarily have resulted in better picture. However, never before, there is an element of solidarity between myself and the moment that could only be explained in an old fashioned conversation over coffee.
End Note:
I recently learned about the Art of Elimination. In essence, its about the discipline and endurance of cutting things out in the name of simplification. It surely hurts taking out some of the stuffs you thought are brilliant from your work. But then, there is where Elegance is found in the process.
My break through solution...
While I've taken out the following part, you can still read my rantings about the Digital world, here:
*We churn out the most spotless essays through spell checks, without much depth or meanings. We have the ability to Google the best mind in the past and present, quote them and sound intelligent, without diving deep into history behind the context.
When was the last time you celebrated the thrill and excitement of a hand written letter from the mail?
One day, we even have to explain to our kids that once upon a time, music, films and softwares used to cost money.
This notion changed recently when I met a friend who defied everything I know about photography, in the process, made me rethink about the value of my adopted digital lifestyle.
My friend churned out dozens of spectacular photographs from her Nikkormat (the camera formally known as Nikon in the 70s). The pictures developed were unlike anything I have seen in a long time. It brings back the loss sentiments of childhood; the texture was rustic, rich and embodied. Seeing is believing. Then again, there are things to be believed to be seen; watch out for Tasha Ong’s exhibition at the Alliance Frances de Brunei Art Festival next February!
With film photography, every photo was taken with great caution (for obvious reason that it costs money); each shot was to be approached with surgeon’s precision, mathematical calculation and a lot of heart, which often results in the subject looking rather stiff in order to pay the respect worthy of the photographer’s effort, which is beside the point. As an advocate for creativity, I understand the argument that digital photography opens up the possibility for free experimentation, hence diversity and wild imagination. That too, is beside the point in this essay.
In the digital age, we are accustomed to second chances, anonymity and a sense of entitlement towards almost everything at all.
We have the ability to alter any bad subject to make it seamless; the open secret called Photoshop. This often results in people taking this virtual reality to the extreme, by going under the knife, without realising that they have to face a stranger in the mirror morning and night, for the rest of their life.
We fast track the process of learning life by hiring the best life coaches, and submitting our kids to the best institutions. We LOL without even any facial expression half of the time. We conveniently “delete” friends, as if they would really disappear at the press of a button.
You get the drift.* (Yes, I stole this cool line from Izan)
It begs to the questions; where is the element of truth and authenticity beneath all these? Aren’t the best teachers in life supposed to be the mistakes we make along the way, and the lessons in bouncing back? Shouldn't every task be undertaken with utmost dedication and passion? Since when did we allow facebook to replace the need for a real community?
My approach to photography has taken a turn since this encounter. I waited, I smelled, and I even listened before I clicked. No doubt, I am still using the same Ixus 980, looking through the big digital screen before every shot. The outcome of this process may not necessarily have resulted in better picture. However, never before, there is an element of solidarity between myself and the moment that could only be explained in an old fashioned conversation over coffee.
End Note:
I recently learned about the Art of Elimination. In essence, its about the discipline and endurance of cutting things out in the name of simplification. It surely hurts taking out some of the stuffs you thought are brilliant from your work. But then, there is where Elegance is found in the process.
My break through solution...
While I've taken out the following part, you can still read my rantings about the Digital world, here:
*We churn out the most spotless essays through spell checks, without much depth or meanings. We have the ability to Google the best mind in the past and present, quote them and sound intelligent, without diving deep into history behind the context.
When was the last time you celebrated the thrill and excitement of a hand written letter from the mail?
One day, we even have to explain to our kids that once upon a time, music, films and softwares used to cost money.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Everything I know about Women...
I learned from selling shoes!
The last KK trip was so memorable that I brought along my mum and aunt there for 3 days on a trip which ended this morning. This vacation almost ceased to happen, but thats a whole other story. The important thing is; it came with a happy ending.
We must have visited just about every shoe shop imaginable in the city. Mum & aunt ended up with only a handful of (good, sensible) shoes, which did not do the hard yard much justice in my humble opinion.
However, the emotional gain out of the shoe shops experience far supersedes the harvest, as shoe shopping in itself is an art form. Coupled with the best self professed shoe salesman as your concierge, you can almost compare the experience with a pilgrimage, let alone therapeutic.
I am talking about non other than yours truly, who have served literally thousands of women, men and kids alike. It certainly brings back fond memories of my life as a hopeless shoe salesman 6 years ago.
Here are my 10 uncompromised life lessons (and understanding of women) from selling shoes:
1. Smelly feet do not discriminate (regardless of how beautiful she may be).
»> Lesson: The same principle also applies to a woman’s character, heart and breath. Of course there is always exception (my Deon’s feet are flawless).
2. Women with small feet are often the most difficult customers / people to please.
»> This hypothesis has been put into test way more than it’s due. Try verify with any experienced shoe salesman, they’d reaffirm this truth (Not just any urban myth).
»> Lesson: The next time you encounter a difficult person, try checking out their feet / shoes. If its size 5 and below, you’d understand why.
3. Fundamental Matters
»> Good inventory management is, if not more important than the best sales person you can have on the floor. No stock = no sales. It comes down to hard work, details and operational excellence!
»> Lesson: Substance counts. Without which is merely putting lipstick on the pig.
4. What they don’t tell you matters as much as what they do.
»> A good sales person always looks for non-verbal closing cue. Without being too in your face, we often ask if you would like to try on “the other side”. Don’t waste your time; serve someone else, if the answer is NO.
»> Lesson: The same principle applies to any life situation. Look with your ears, listen with your eyes.
5. Sincerity Counts.
»> Speak to people at their eyes level. That means lower yourself to the seating customers position to interact to them. (Yes, this often requires you to bend your knees.)
»> Do not expect to make shoe business your career if you are unwilling to humble yourself. *Statistically, the closing ratio increases by another 57% if you tie customers’ shoe lace for them.
»> Lesson: It is a business about service, humility and respect. Isn’t it how we’re supposed to approach life, too?
6. It is far easier to sell quality (than a cheap $15 pair of synthetic shoes).
»> Yes, a $150 pair of leather shoes costs 10 times more. The same pair of shoe typically lasts 2 years longer (24 times), with superior comfort level, plus bonus self-esteem booster every time you wear them.
»> Do the math, it will be far more value for money to “invest” in a good pair of shoe. Notice the choice of word; invest.
»> Lesson: Inferior quality always comes around to bite you (in this case hurt your feet). Buy Leather!
7. You can never be too rich, too thin or have too many pairs of shoes.
»> Tough being a woman. You need a pair of stilettos for the evening, 5 different pairs of pump for each work day, and those unbearable wedges when you try to look 6 feet tall amongst your friends while doing the catwalk down the mall.
»> It is with this reason that regardless if you are Mid Range vendors; Charles & Keith or Vincci, or Top End Designers: Jimmy Choo, Manolo Blahnik and Ferragamo, you would never ever go out of business. Just as you thought you have enough, the tiny little voice in your head will whisper to you: “there is always room for one more pair”.
»> “I don’t have 300 pairs of shoes, I have 6000.” Imelda Marcos
8. Master the language of shoes!
»> A great opening line with a woman will never fail when you begin your conversation with shoes as a topic.
»> It’s a bit like you are reaching to the inner most calling of a woman’s soul. Try this, thank me later.
9. Judge Not.
»> You can tell a lot about a person with the shoe he / she wears. However, be gentle. Not every book can be judged adequately by its cover.
»> Be nice to those who wear Birkenstock, Campers and Nike. It spells confidence, style, practicality and lack of respect for authority. Like!
10. Just as you thought you are expert on shoe commentary, consider this quote; “I used to complain about the shoes I wear until I saw the man without his two feet.”
»> Lesson: I guess it teaches us to have compassion. To count every blessing.
End Note:
*5 Statistically, the closing ratio increases by another 57% if you tie customers’ shoe lace for them.
»> Sounds convincing? I made up the numbers. But they are believable stats, regardless.
»> Two lessons:
»> #1. Numbers make a case TEN TIMES more convincing. Master your numbers, it’s the language of people at the top!
»> #2. Numbers lie. Do not take things at their face value. Always check the facts.
I visited those kids again (see my article on That other Hotel Thief) over my 3 days visit. They vaguely remembered me until I brought up the camera. I noticed that none of them have any decent pair of shoe on their feet (some are even bare footed), it made me think. We could either talk about it, feel sorry and move on. Or, we could do something about it…
Classic example will be www.toms.com, where every pair of shoes purchased, a pair is donated to some one in the third world country.
The last KK trip was so memorable that I brought along my mum and aunt there for 3 days on a trip which ended this morning. This vacation almost ceased to happen, but thats a whole other story. The important thing is; it came with a happy ending.
We must have visited just about every shoe shop imaginable in the city. Mum & aunt ended up with only a handful of (good, sensible) shoes, which did not do the hard yard much justice in my humble opinion.
However, the emotional gain out of the shoe shops experience far supersedes the harvest, as shoe shopping in itself is an art form. Coupled with the best self professed shoe salesman as your concierge, you can almost compare the experience with a pilgrimage, let alone therapeutic.
I am talking about non other than yours truly, who have served literally thousands of women, men and kids alike. It certainly brings back fond memories of my life as a hopeless shoe salesman 6 years ago.
Here are my 10 uncompromised life lessons (and understanding of women) from selling shoes:
1. Smelly feet do not discriminate (regardless of how beautiful she may be).
»> Lesson: The same principle also applies to a woman’s character, heart and breath. Of course there is always exception (my Deon’s feet are flawless).
2. Women with small feet are often the most difficult customers / people to please.
»> This hypothesis has been put into test way more than it’s due. Try verify with any experienced shoe salesman, they’d reaffirm this truth (Not just any urban myth).
»> Lesson: The next time you encounter a difficult person, try checking out their feet / shoes. If its size 5 and below, you’d understand why.
3. Fundamental Matters
»> Good inventory management is, if not more important than the best sales person you can have on the floor. No stock = no sales. It comes down to hard work, details and operational excellence!
»> Lesson: Substance counts. Without which is merely putting lipstick on the pig.
4. What they don’t tell you matters as much as what they do.
»> A good sales person always looks for non-verbal closing cue. Without being too in your face, we often ask if you would like to try on “the other side”. Don’t waste your time; serve someone else, if the answer is NO.
»> Lesson: The same principle applies to any life situation. Look with your ears, listen with your eyes.
5. Sincerity Counts.
»> Speak to people at their eyes level. That means lower yourself to the seating customers position to interact to them. (Yes, this often requires you to bend your knees.)
»> Do not expect to make shoe business your career if you are unwilling to humble yourself. *Statistically, the closing ratio increases by another 57% if you tie customers’ shoe lace for them.
»> Lesson: It is a business about service, humility and respect. Isn’t it how we’re supposed to approach life, too?
6. It is far easier to sell quality (than a cheap $15 pair of synthetic shoes).
»> Yes, a $150 pair of leather shoes costs 10 times more. The same pair of shoe typically lasts 2 years longer (24 times), with superior comfort level, plus bonus self-esteem booster every time you wear them.
»> Do the math, it will be far more value for money to “invest” in a good pair of shoe. Notice the choice of word; invest.
»> Lesson: Inferior quality always comes around to bite you (in this case hurt your feet). Buy Leather!
7. You can never be too rich, too thin or have too many pairs of shoes.
»> Tough being a woman. You need a pair of stilettos for the evening, 5 different pairs of pump for each work day, and those unbearable wedges when you try to look 6 feet tall amongst your friends while doing the catwalk down the mall.
»> It is with this reason that regardless if you are Mid Range vendors; Charles & Keith or Vincci, or Top End Designers: Jimmy Choo, Manolo Blahnik and Ferragamo, you would never ever go out of business. Just as you thought you have enough, the tiny little voice in your head will whisper to you: “there is always room for one more pair”.
»> “I don’t have 300 pairs of shoes, I have 6000.” Imelda Marcos
8. Master the language of shoes!
»> A great opening line with a woman will never fail when you begin your conversation with shoes as a topic.
»> It’s a bit like you are reaching to the inner most calling of a woman’s soul. Try this, thank me later.
9. Judge Not.
»> You can tell a lot about a person with the shoe he / she wears. However, be gentle. Not every book can be judged adequately by its cover.
»> Be nice to those who wear Birkenstock, Campers and Nike. It spells confidence, style, practicality and lack of respect for authority. Like!
10. Just as you thought you are expert on shoe commentary, consider this quote; “I used to complain about the shoes I wear until I saw the man without his two feet.”
»> Lesson: I guess it teaches us to have compassion. To count every blessing.
End Note:
*5 Statistically, the closing ratio increases by another 57% if you tie customers’ shoe lace for them.
»> Sounds convincing? I made up the numbers. But they are believable stats, regardless.
»> Two lessons:
»> #1. Numbers make a case TEN TIMES more convincing. Master your numbers, it’s the language of people at the top!
»> #2. Numbers lie. Do not take things at their face value. Always check the facts.
I visited those kids again (see my article on That other Hotel Thief) over my 3 days visit. They vaguely remembered me until I brought up the camera. I noticed that none of them have any decent pair of shoe on their feet (some are even bare footed), it made me think. We could either talk about it, feel sorry and move on. Or, we could do something about it…
Classic example will be www.toms.com, where every pair of shoes purchased, a pair is donated to some one in the third world country.
Monday, August 9, 2010
The Gift of Looking Inwards
Nothing beats the feeling of reconnecting with an old friend. Even better, is when the connection comes with gifts attached. In this instance I received two! The gift of time and thoughtfulness.
The Gift of Time
Giving a good gift is never easy, what makes it more challenging is that its got nothing to do with the money! Thank you, Tasha (Soon & Paul) for taking the time to contribute in Vision for a better Asia, a gift so meaningful to me, you have no idea.
The gift of thoughtfulness
It is a common courtesy to check out your would-be employer's website prior to an interview. Meeting a person is no different. These days, every Tom, Dick and Shaunny have a blog! Bloggers do not expect you to read their blog before meeting them (at least not this one). But the possibilities of conversations opens up to a whole new level, when you make a little effort to read their mind (blog) prior hand.
Tasha's contribution to my blog made my day, but its her thoughtfulness in feedback about some of my postings that touches my soul.
(An almost complete Gift)
In writing this article, Tasha did not give me a Title nor a Picture. You will be the judge for whether or not I have done her essay justice with my additions.
Without any further a do, I present:
The Gift of Looking Inwards
By Tasha Ong
One cannot help view the world in which we live through a Eurocentric lens. This lens carves up and colours the established map- that image that we so easily conjure, the United Kingdom in the centre, the United States on the left; such a lens bends time, forcing it into the linear march of “progress”, through industrialisation to post-modern capitalism; it ranks the world into first, second and third; it incites the desire to measure up to standards exported from overseas, rather than those created at home.
My vision for a better Asia involves dispensing with this Eurocentric lens. This is not to say that an Asia-centric lens should be taken up in its place, but rather that lenses of all kinds should be done away with. It is to hope for an Asian identity that is created by looking inwards, rather than outwards, for new conceptions of time and progress, and that this new vision will lead to a flourishing of culture and the arts.
5 philosophies:
1) Slower is faster
2) Simplicity is elegance/ elegance is simplicity
3) Not all truths are meant to be spoken (Toute vérité n’est pasbonne à dire)
4) Better alone than in bad company
5) Love is an art
Plus ONE bonus!
6) (The robes don't make the monk )[Its the hair, or there lack of: Shaun]
Thursday, August 5, 2010
The Glamorous Social Servant
The beautiful lady in blue is the Woman of my life, Deon. The lady in Red is the strongest tiny woman I have met in my life yet, Veronica Colondam aka Vera. She wouldn't be too impressed with this title, but I call her a Giant!
Vera instantly captivated the heart of every woman in the luncheon; relating some of the biggest ordeal that happened to her this week - concerning two of her three precious children battling major illnesses, while staying committed to her speaking engagement to spread her cause across to Brunei. Mothers in the room felt the pain, the guilt and a great sense of gratitude for her showing up.
Hence, whatever she had to say following that story carried weights and empathy with one after another woman holding back their tears(I ensured I concealed every bit of emotion being one of the 6 guys amongst the 250 women in the grand ballroom). Vera did not pass on the chance to give glory to God, in a room full of Muslim women, wiping out all potentials for “sensitivity” because women to women, they connected.
In her presentation, Vera uttered out an impressive score of stats and figures in a mind boggling fashion almost too much for my simple mind to comprehend. Just as I was about to switch off, she threw in videos of real people and real stories of those impacted by her organisation. A masterful performance by an extraordinary woman, worthy of the Princesses' presence.
I felt that the presentation wouldn't be complete without questions addressing her credential of being too elegant for the street, hence threw in my unsolicited two cents just before the wrap up:
"You are obviously an intelligent, objective and pragmatic CEO. How do you connect to people on the street at the grass root level looking as glamorous as you do?"
Of course Vera does not dress up the way she does on the street, while setting herself up to dine along with the Princess of Brunei, at the same time giving keynote address to the most influential women in the country. But she understood my question beneath the question.
Whether or not she addressed it fully, I do not remember. I was too consumed with the eloquence of my own sentence that I neglected to hear her answers...
End notes:
>>> I do not believe Vera brought up the sensitive topic of religion to create a stir. She is way smarter than that. On the other hand, any concealment of her full story would have been an insult to the intelligence of the Brunei's women. Looking at the overall context, Vera's achievement will not be complete without the mention of Divinity which plays the central role of the founding and ongoing support of her organisation.
>>> The Gospel said: “Whoever that acknowledges me before men, I will also acknowledge him before my father in heaven.” Matt 10:26. It is easy to preach to the choir. It’s quite another thing to proclaim your faith to a room full of Muslim sisters. I learned more about courage between the lines than what was spoken that day.
>>> Quote of the day: “Looking at the problem often discourages you. The key is looking through the problem.” Veronica Colondam, Women’s Forum 2010. Amen. She not only said it; she walked.
>>> YCAB's KPI (Key Performance Indicator) measures the amount of people who gets employment having gone through the program. While most organisations measure quantity, this is an organisation that cuts through the core of the problem and demand the tangible. As a marketing person, I know these numbers are no where near as attractive as those, say the number of people remaining drug free having gone through their program (which would be way higher). This spells courage, pragmatism and integrity to me.
>>> I had the privilege of interviewing Vera before Andrew stole the show on stage. Visit Asia Inc Forum’s newsletter here.
>>> Oh, the unpublished Q&A on my issue with Vera looking "too posh" for a social worker is below. Written rather light heartedly, but she put my stereotypical view to rest once and for all.
_______________________________________________________________________
Me:
Confession: Forgive me, your first impression to me is that you’re too posh to be a social worker. I have met a lot of social workers in Australia, many of them look like (homeless) street people to fit in. I couldn’t take you too seriously with that rich girl’s picture. (I once met a lady social worker who puts herself between an aboriginal man and a white man, to stop a fight.)
Vera:
Re looking too “posh” for a social worker? Hmmm... I think the nature of our work should not define us! :D I refuse that in the name of fashion!
I’m setting the trend among social worker to be fashionable. :) So happy to lead this movement. Imagine mother Theresa holding a Birkin bag! Hahahaha
Well, having said all this, don’t get me wrong, as long as you pay for your own fashion, it’s completely okay. Non profit people are under more scrutiny as when they look nice, people think they’re using charity money to buy fashion. Now that’s a very shallow thinking. As for me, I’m grateful that God has blessed me to be able to represent both worlds, for profit and non profit. I’m the hybrid here, background from doing selfish business to doing selfless business :)
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Deon often accuse me of not understanding women, Vera will surely not disagree.
Monday, August 2, 2010
The Gentlemen’s Experience
The kid and his mum that appeared in the mirror behind me did not look happy at all. He was involuntarily put on the heightened stool atop the barber chair, with tears quickly filled up half his eyes. I knew exactly what was going through the boy’s mind, while the barber was cutting his hair; “touch my fringe, I promise I will punch you in the face”. It did not help when the mum was standing right beside, commanding short and shorter.
I saw much of the boy in me. A point in time when the selection of the salon made as much a statement as the hair style you receive; as long as it looks like all your peers, who aspired to look just like Aaron Kwok.
One day, the boy will come around telling the world that the Indian barber shop experience is his very favorite pass time, just as I am doing now. That one day will come, when image no longer means anything, when the amount of hairs remain on your head no longer makes good economic sense for you to patronize with the salon that offers $50 per hair cut that includes hair dressers with an attitude, plays cool music and offer free soda in the upper class shopping mall. The realization for some people WILL come sooner than anticipated, so savor them while you can.
That said, let me justify my favorite Gentlemen's Experience. I paid $3 for the happy combo yesterday at the barber next to mum's tailor shop in KB. Such involves the hair cut [#2 on the side, slightly shorter on top], the shave, one that I pointed to the Sultan's picture and said "macam itu", [for the sake of hygiene, DO NOT let them use the decade old smelly shave brush on you, ask them to hand wipe the shaving foam on your face instead], and man to man massages on your head, neck, shoulders, hands and back.
The whole experience lasts between 20 – 40 minutes, depending on the mood of the barber, and also largely depend on how busy the shop was (for the best service, go early in the morning or at 3pm during weekdays, when its not busy). There is really no justification for any complain at that price!
I average 2 to 3 visits to Indian barber per month. Mostly for haircut, occasionally I would go in to get my regular lunch time massage for two dollars. It is especially rejuvenating, when you allow them to crack your neck and enjoy the thrill of the second chance in life through the merciful hand of the Indian barber.
The layout of the Indian barber shop I visited since young has not changed in 20 years. Still as clinical, still the same portrait hanging down the wall. It is visible that the leather barber chair withstand the test of time, and the shaving knife has not improved with technology. It even smelled the same too! What changed, was the Indian Barber, who has put on a few more pounds, slightly more gray hair, and perhaps a bit more money in the pocket to be able to afford some younger staff to sweep the floor the same way that he did 20 years ago, while waiting for the next poor victim to execute.
God bless the Indian barber next door, God bless all the Indian people in Brunei! I only wish my hair could grow quick enough for my next Indian barber experience.
End Note:
>>> Indian Barber Pricing:
>>> Hair Cut - No more than $4.
>>> Massage - $2 to $4
>>> Shave - $2 to $3.
Normally the whole combo would cost no more than $10. Some shops even offers in-ear cleaning as well.
I was charged $3 because we have long lasting relationship. 25 years to be exact. He's done my dad's hair, my uncle's hair, my brother's hair and all my cousin's hair too! He has seen me with hair, he has seen me without. Hence the buddy buddy price tag. You can however, start sending your kids to him, over time, he may even give you a discount!
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Tribute to a Brilliant Kite Man
Uncle Chia Chung Ngee
1950 - 2010
My uncle is a handsome man.
My two cousins are testimony to that my aunt is not too bad neither.
Growing up, uncle and aunt treated all my siblings as their own, because we are about the same age as his two kids. Jern & Farn stayed with their grand parents, while uncle & aunt worked hard to ensure my cousins can afford the best education when they grow up. Jern and Farn shall consider lucky not to endure the strict discipline of my aunt as much as we did. Despite that, it would never deter me from going visiting them; uncle is a brilliant Kite craft man.
Recently, I discovered another hobby uncle and I have in common; our love for dogs. We would exchange notes on our pride and joy for hours. Him on his beloved Liko me, my Maki.
Dog lovers would tell you that the only way for them to give up their dogs is literally, over their dead body. As uncle grew weaker by the day, so did Liko. It came to a point where both the young and old are too much for aunt to handle. It was not until a hand written commandment from uncle that prompted Jern to send Liko off. The decision must have pierced the family's hearts like a needle.
Uncle and aunt delivered the most beautiful soap opera before my eyes, as I quietly watched true love exercised through much kindled care (of my aunt) to a man who barely looked half as beautiful as he once did. And my uncle gave up his much precious “other son” in order for relieve some of aunt’s burden. The story was to be perfected by Jern's full obedience to act on Uncle's wish against every wish in his bone.
Uncle left behind a few wishes: for Jern & Farn to believe in God, stay humble and take good care of mummy. There is no doubt in the world that they will deliver the latter. But if could speak on his behalf, what uncle was really asking, would have been for Jern & Farn to believe in God not only because of eternal life, but be able to find replacement in him through the living heavenly father.
End Note:
I delivered the story of True Love in my eulogy at the funeral yesterday morning. One that remotely resembles the typical romance you imagine. One that holds on to you, despite the fact that you are no longer attractive. One who cleans up after you, when you are no longer able to relief yourself. One who stands by you, no matter how tempermental, how unreasonable you are.
That morning, I wished my Cousin Ai Ai,to be able to find true love the way my uncle and aunt found each other.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
The Audacity of Hope... in a toilet lady
A Caucasian friend once described the act of charging for toilet entrance as Barbaric. I digress.
I tested the notion of human kindness by begging the toilet lady to let me enter for free. I told her how “miskin” I was, and pleaded with her about my pregnant wife, my dog and a grand mother to support. When all that failed, I pulled off my Oscar Winning motion to convey the true urgency of the matter, yes I hopped!
I did it for three reasons:
1. I was bored while waiting for Deon do her shopping,
2. I wanted to be reminded of the importance of 20 cents*,
3. I was determined to make the toilet lady feel good about her job.
I could feel the instant shift in power. All of a sudden, I was at the mercy of the toilet lady. Her posture changed, her tone deepened. Me? I looked much like my puppy.
She knew I was tricking her, despite of my rustic demeanor, I could afford the 20c (I really could!).
I got a free entrance not because she was stupid enough to believe in my white lies. I closed the deal because we connected. I treated the toilet lady with dignity and respect. I looked her in the eyes, and bestowed to her a sense of pride and significance for a vocation most people overlooked. That or because it made her feel good in allowing a poor fella through for a nature relief.
I don’t know if I made the lady’s day through my toilet incident, but she certainly made mine. Through her empathy, it gave me a reason to believe in human kindness, a hope for a better Asia that is indeed very much within reach. That, and also because I triumphed in a negotiation! (Secret to happiness: Celebrate success, be it 20c or 20M!)
Lessons learned:
>>> Never underestimate the power of 20c.
>>> Perseverance and a bit of good acting goes a long way.
>>> Be nice to the toilet lady, she has more power than you think(really!).
* Disclaimer, the photo I took showed 50c per toilet entry. That was taken in a upper class shopping center. When you pay a premium, make sure you demand free tissue paper on the way in! Market price is 20c in Malaysia, or free, if you follow my steps. Don't get ripped off!
End notes:
>>> This particular toilet lady wouldn’t spill to me about her business secret. It didn’t deter me from interviewing the other toilet ladies about toilet traffic.
>>> On a weekend, there could be up to 80 people patronizing the public toilet in any given hour. Average of no more than 5 per hour on a quiet day.
>>> Do the math, you will discover that on their best day, they earn RM 16 per hour. That equates to A$ 5.50, three times lower than the minimum wages set for Australian workers.
>>> People in the developed country would question: whats the point? But this system generates clean toilets, employment and above all, an economy that actually adds up. If toilet is a retail business, it would easily have been my most visited shop in the 4 days of shopping trip. What opportunity then, would this represent?
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Be That Other Hotel Thief
I visited Kota Kinabalu last week together with my wife. Before Deon could even open the newspaper, we were ready for landing. So close, and yet so far, it’s almost like Singapore (Brunei) and Johore Bharu (KK). Except that KK is exciting, vibrant and far more fun than JB and Brunei could ever be. However, the poverty level is still very much prevalent in KK as it is in JB.
One Borneo, the island’s biggest shopping mall exposes you to the world’s super brands, Starbucks, Levi’s, Nike, Adidas, Mac, FCUK and even MNG, which makes completely no sense at all, as the word Borneo rhymes with Jungle and Rain Forest!
The highlight of the trip was never One Borneo or any of the pleasing sales associates. Nor were the two (proper) massages in four days, although one per day would have been perfect (my body simply couldn't handle that). Seafood was brilliant, even that would have to rank third comparing to #2, which was finding Nemo in Manuka Island.
The highlight of my KK’s trip was each morning when I walked alone to the river bank to watch stall keepers setting up little shops, and be captivated by the early morning breeze while enjoying the crisp of fresh air when it is not too polluted by on going traffic, yet. (Disclosure: some places I pass by could smell the direct opposite of this description, but I choose to share my experiences half full.)
That of course, is just part of the story. The fun part comes when I get to talk to seemingly homeless children (apparently their mum would leave them hanging out at the stalls for the better part of the day, while they make a living) and watch them be kid, trying to con this foreigner (me) the little money he has in his pocket. Nothing gave me more joy than seeing their face lit up when I treated them to a stall to pick up whatever they want. For RM 9, I managed to buy each of them a coke, some snacks and some little toys that would probably give them enough satisfaction for the entire day, compare that to my rich cousins who wouldn’t have cared less.
They say football connects the world, this statement was tested with the kids, non of whom their name I remember. But each of them is a masterful impersonation of Brazilian, German, Argentina and Spainish star. Christiano Ronaldo of Portugal & Torre of Spain were the most popular, followed by Messi and Kaka. I visited the same kids three of the four mornings. Twice they were still sleeping on the crate. Not wanting to disturb them, I left some cakes I bought for them from the coffee shop on day #2 and passed some pictures that I took of them on the day I left. It must have been the boy's first time to see his own photo, the intense starre on the piece of picture was like nothing I’ve ever witnessed before. How do you forget that?
I also made friends with the family that have a hut facing the river. They survived by trading water with Islanders, and have been living in that condition for 15 years. Each day, I will do what Robin Hood does best, “taking” the shampoos, soaps, coffee and teas from hotel room and gave to them. Need I elaborate more on their appreciation?
Seeing these people, makes one wonder where is God? Does Jesus not care as much for them as he does for me? Why then the double standard? It dawn on me that perhaps God is giving the opportunity for we as Christian to shoulder on the responsibility in showing God’s love through our action. There is no other explaination.
I do not have the answer, but those few morning were sacred for me, as there was an overriding joy that came from connecting with these people, as Campolo so poignantly pointed out in his messages, we often find God in the least of these, referring to Matthew 25:40.
My mum would not have accused me of not going to Church that Sunday, I doubt I would have connected with God the same way as I did with Ronaldo, Torre and Kaka, if I had been to church that very Sunday.
I am in no intention at all writing this to impress you with my little acts, as they are truly miniature. But I hope to leave you with a couple of departing thoughts:
A/ It doesn’t have to cost much to make a difference, it takes heart.
B/ Connecting to God doesn't need to be in church. Confessing to God, does.(Just kidding, what do I know?!)
C/ The next time you travel, try stealing from the hotel in honour of me, and give to the needy(while saying this, my brother just got burglared in a hotel in Jakarta just yesterday, that is a whole other blog)!
D/ If you can, do not just take pictures of people on the street. Develop the pictures and give it to them. Watch their reaction - which may make a much better Kodak moment.
The money I spend on the needy was pocket change comparing to the 2 Puma Shirts I acquired at 50% off sale, or the spending on massages and finding Nemo, let alone the exquisite Seafood I enjoyed. I should have and could done a lot more.
The point is, non of the above gave me as much lasting joy as my early morning experiences. I am truly at the receiving end in the privilege to make a small difference that Friday, Saturday and Monday.
End note:
>>> If you want to be a thief, be that other thief of the hotel. Not the one that impersonates the hotel guest, open and empty one's safe box and steal one's laptop and take away one's Ipod. Yes, you, the guy who stole from my brother!
>>> This blog is dedicated to my sister Janet, who shared with me the walk to KK's wet market some 10 years ago. Wish you were there, sis.
>>> Tribute to the genesis of this idea, Gwen. Since we last spoke, I've also tapau-ed from wedding banquet left-over to give to the Thai construction worker near home. The act may not look good, but it definitely feels fantastic doing it!
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
The truth about MISSING THE POINT
As I am packing up for my vacation, I endeavoured to hide some of my most prized possessions, just in case my house gets broken into. Looking around my limited assets, the two easiest take away seems to be my much treasured portable Bose Ipod Dock and Sony digital photo frame, both of which were acquired at its prime, when they first surfaced the market.
The real treasures in the picture however, are the two wooden stools that the Gadgets rest on.
The stools had been with my Grandma in Miri for over 60 years! (I conned her into bartering the two wooden things with two deluxe brand news) They have withstood pressure from my uncles, my aunt and my fat cousins. My brother and I would have hopped on to it dozens of times, practicing Lion Dance and even used them as weapons against each other.
Grandma has 16 kids! Do the math, and you’d discover the multiplicity of people having utilised its service by my (3rd) generation.
The poor stools have finally found its resting place worthy of its stature (not having to undergo any further abuse), serving two state of the art digital gadgets like many of its masters, who were once at their prime.
I am not hiding my stools. The thief would never, in my wildest imagination, consider taking the old woods. The truth is, I will not think twice about trading in the Bose and the Sony for the two precious antiques largely overlooked by the world.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
More Languages, Less Strangers
Monet, together with his colleague comes to mow my lawn once a month. I speak no Indian, and he speaks no Chinese or English. We found our middle ground in Malay. Monet has been in Brunei for 3 years, his command of Malay is exceptional. Compare that to my English friend who’s been in Brunei for the approximate same time; at his best, he could only utter the word “Alamak” to express his displeasure.
Difference here is, Monet, along with 10,000 Indians residing in Brunei have no choice but to adapt. Hence picked up the language much more quickly than the brilliant Englishmen.
Having been away from Brunei for a while, my wife’s spoken Malay is a little rusty. I often stood back to quietly observe the animation of her trying to give instruction to our casual Indonesian maid. Brutal as it may be, it is always pleasurable to watch in the spirit of fun.
On a regular basis, I will walk my dog, Maki to a construction site nearby to help supervise my brother’s new house. I could not go beyond "Sawadeekup" with my hands joined together as a gesture of friendship and goodwill to the Thai construction workers.
As a simple boy from KB, I offer no sophisticated thesis on Vision for a better Asia, other than; More Languages, Less Strangers.
My life would have been a lot more colorful if only I could speak Indian, Thai and a dozen of other languages. I am immensely fascinated by the stories Monet could have told me, only to be limited by the barrier of language.
We spoke the last time on the topic of arranged marriage. These are people, who have the very real firsthand experience of these occurrences in their life, if only it could be articulated better, I could have been enriched by the experiences of Monet and his family.
I took up Korean as an elective unit for my last year of University 10 years ago. You do not just learn a new language when you learn a new language. I learned the striking similarity between my culture and theirs, and I also learned the distinct differences; such as how far I have been westernized while my Korean friends uphold very traditional Confucious value. I hated the idea of Kimchi in my first encounter. For a period of our life in Australia, Deon and I could not live without adding Kimchi in our every meal.
This proposition goes beyond just adding a third language in every kid’s curriculum. Recommendation for a good night school for Indian, please!!!
End note:
I recently stumbled upon this quote from a great man:
"If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart." Nelson Mandella
AMEN!
Thursday, July 1, 2010
In the presence of GREATNESS
With the access to the worlds’ elite speakers free of charge online, (my favorite: TED), event organising across the border is no longer business as usual. Expectations are made higher, participants are more informed (with the ability to hook on to google and validate speaker's topic while he or she is still talking), there is every pressure for conference companies to contract the best and the most insightful speakers, adapt to change, in order to remain relevant.
Whether or not we stepped up to the plate today is for you to decide. But I certainly walked away enriched with more environmental awareness, opportunities and a sense of urgency to act as an individual as well as a corporate citizen, than I could ever imagine.
I met two of my heroes whom I did much prior research on, to assist in my sales pitch. One, Dorjee Sun, the other shall be remained nameless.
I did not know what to expect of Dorjee, except that he is passionate with his cause and is a super high achiever at a young age. I gathered from his tone in his Q&A response that he is fun and a down to earth, fellow Aussie.
Dorjee did not disappoint. The first encounter with him was pleasant. I picked up the camera on my right hand, utter afew stupid comments (which I often regret in hindsight) and took a snap shot of him and myself.
I wished I could tell him that I was his first official fan in Brunei, prior to anyone else who see his video and listen to him talk*, I digressed (he might think I am gay). Since I brought up the topic of Hugh Jackman’s involvement in his film, Dorjee happily rode on name dropping momentum. He said he recently got drunk with Harrison Ford, and met Elly McBeal on the same night. I told him, I would tell people that I recently met the person who recently got drunk with Harrison Ford & met Elly McBeal on the same night. Obviously he didn’t get my dry humour, I could only blame it on my Australian accent.
Beyond a documentary on environmental and social issue, the Burning Season to me is a business classic about perseverance, courage and marketing. By now, I have already forgotten 90% of the film and what he spoke about during the keynote session.
All I could recall was a few small talks we had on the walk back to the other conference hall. I observed in the film that despite the unsuccessful appeal for Starbucks to buy his idea, he turned around to convince Starbucks to sign a memo of support in lieu of a contract. I thought it was brilliant thinking, so smart that a plan B sure would have been in place for whatever possible scenario. So I asked Dorjee just that. True to my guesstmation, it was a planned effort (genius prediction)! Dorjee said he has a plan B,C,D,E,F,G & H for every situation. What impresses me more than a perfect reflex, is one who has the discipline in plotting through every possibility of a process. There is a reason why this kid achieves what he does today.
Dorjee’s mum & dad need to be very proud of this young man. Not only because of his accomplishments and trophies, but for the simple fact that they have raised their son well. When Dorjee spoke to me, he made me feel like I was the only person in the room. As you would expect, everyone wanted a piece of this poster boy today! In between interruption Dorjee would always gracefully apologise before being dragged away. I resisted the temptation make more contacts than I should, hence left our conversation at “the walk”.
The measure of man is not so much on how well they behave amongst the rich and famous, but how they treat the least of these. Dorjee, you did your reference on Rudyard Kipling's "IF" poem justice!
"If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch..."
If you are reading, Mr. & Mrs. Sun, good on you mate!
Dorjee, congratulations on being named Hero of the year, Time Magazine 2009. A much deserved one to an honourable man.
The second “hero” I met today remained a hero, only until we met. His credentials, seamless speaking ability and modesty in his manuscript literally took my breath away. It turned out; he was too busy looking through me for my more senior colleagues to engage with the whole time, despite my multiple attempts to sing to him “how great thou art”. Regardless of how brilliant he came across on paper and on the platform, his heroic position in my mind has unfortunately been given a red card.
All I can do is add him to the long list of “what-I-shall-not-do-when-I-am-famous-file”. You will meet such a celebrity along the way in life, and when it happens, do not be disheartened. There are a lot of better role models out there.
Welcome to Dorjee Sun’s fan club!
*True to my prediction, there was a long list of female fans lining up to Dorjee for autograph and pictures after his speech.
End notes:
Dorjee's story reminds me that Good business can be Profitable business, and as individual we all have a responsibility towards our next generation's future.
Dorjee visited over 200 companies to sell his Carbon Trading scheme before one said yes.
Two lessons learned from this:
Dorjee continued to rethink his pitch, until he perfected one that got across.
Dorjee, in his Q&A with Gwen mentioned that he was determined not to fail because every action he did was documented by National Geographic on film for two and a half years. Public humiliation with an unsuccesful story was too much for him to handle. Hence failure was not an option.
What if every bit of our life has been documented, would we have lived any differently?
As a matter of fact, we could actually live as though it is a reality show, and actually make dreams happen!
Friday, June 25, 2010
Interviewing the interviewer
My Facebook exchange with the Oprah of Brunei; Izan Zein
When you speak, Brunei's young & old listen. A great call of responsibility to ensure the messages you deliver are positive and (politically) correct. On the contrary, it is exactly the kind of forwardness and lack of regard for the rule book that brings you to fame (and trouble). Explain to me this irony.
It is a HUGE responsibility being on the radio yet at the same time one must be able to balance their own personality of who they REALLY are as opposed to a person people idolize or look up to. I believe everyone loves a tyrant however they also love to hear the truth even though (the truth) it hurts. The message needs to be crafted in such a way that people can relate to.
I do it the best way I can and that is by being myself; I don’t TRY hard at all to please anyone and most importantly I am not fake. But this is the feeling I get and I try my best to sustain it and balance it out without crossing the line. Hard to explain yet hopefully you catch my drift! It is like when you give an artist a canvas, he can’t control the way he strokes his final touch or explain it. It is just there. His (the artist’s) creativity and soul take over, when that happens!
Sounds like a very pleasurable job and much like a chore at the same time. Double edged sword, Izan?
Nope not double edged at all! In fact it is more of a challenge. It is how one chooses to) view it. It is a huge responsibility like any job you pursue, there is a call for being judicious. I carefully balance what is on the line with what I intend to put across. As I said I view myself as a voice and not someone who complains all the time, instead I do something about it. Therefore, I am in a position to make a change and therefore I do so the best way I know how. In actual fact, if it was a chore, would I have sounded so happy and relaxed on air? Doubt it!
Why the funky hair do? What do you say to the parents who show you the picture of their kids getting into trouble at school, trying to look just like you?
I am who I am and the hair is just me. I love art, so I love expressing myself through it.
I (actually) gave a talk at St Andrews School about this same issue! People have choices, and if parents see me as a bad example that is for them to decide... I do not and I always say this, I do not define my moments and my day as well as my thoughts on how people perceive me , this is part and parcel of who I am.
Take me as a whole. Am I doing what their kids are doing? I doubt it. It is just an image, an expression, a culture. I have the core values of someone who is very disciplined. I don’t smoke, lie, or do drugs, steal neither do I drink.
You seem to define yourself by what you don’t do on the above sentence. What you do tells as much about who you are as what you don’t, Izan. Tell our audience about your active contribution to the AIDs society of Brunei and other NGOs.
I don’t highlight that as it is not asked. Why divulge information that isn’t asked? Plus I do everything privately. Like I said, I am PRIVATE person despite what people seem to think.
More on your hair. The very down to earth and philosophical messages you convey on air wave does not match the street kid image you project. Could this be what psychologist regards as a split personality complex?
I believe everyone has different personalities....it isn’t a split personality or persona for me as I said earlier on its a look, its fashion, its art to me ...and image does not define a person but the word does. Thus never judge a book by its cover. Instead indulge in its content and you may be pleasantly surprised!
My hair is a look, it is my look and it is who I chose to be because I am by heart and soul an artist. I live and breathe art, thus i say I am a walking canvas.
So over all it’s an image ...repeat: an image. A look does not define a person, neither does a job.
Objectively speaking, your forthrightness on the air wave has, to a certain extend contributed to a silent revolution in giving a voice to the women in Brunei. Do you see yourself as a good representation of the next generation of Bruneian women? Namely: bold, confident, socially and internationally aware.
Hmmm...I don’t see myself as a role model and no I don’t perceive myself as that. It is too hard a job and too much of an expectation. Besides, it is strange how I can relate to the ordinary person, but to the upper class I’m like a forbidden fruit...
On the topic of influencing a silent revolution:
I hear you, but I dare not say I agree. [But silently, I do.] You either hate me or love me, either way I do make a point. I want to make a change thus I become the change I want to see. I begin (the change) with myself first and see whether I can lead along the way, instead of being a bystander and a follower, I choose to make a difference with my abilities.
[I think you may have misinterpreted me on your answer above – I’m not saying you being a role model, but a representation of the next generation of women’s culture in Brunei]
This is a huge responsibility to highlight someone as a representation (for the general mass), thus I choose to refrain from that and say no, I am not (a representation) but a voice, a voice of impact. I also highly doubt I am a representation of the next generation of women's culture in Brunei. I regard myself as me and someone I can look back in 20 years and have my kids see me and be proud that their mum is someone who broke barriers to be who she is and stood strong just like how my mum is.
You mentioned in a discussion that your programs are largely unscripted. How do you prepare for a spontaneous radio show without having to do too much research and homework on the spoken topic, and make it interesting as you do it day in and out?
I told you this is spontaneous! I guess I’m lucky in that area not to have to do homework on it or stuff. I draw from everyday life and the people around me and learn, and use that as my dialogue.
I use them in the form of stories as I feel stories bond people together. It is like music! People feel they can relate if they find some common ground. Composers and DJs are no different.
What does it take to make a good Radio DJ? I can’t imagine a job that requires you to constantly be updated with the latest music. How does one keep up?
I honestly have no idea! I am not being selfish on this but it’s the truth. All I can say is be who you are and not be afraid to take a chance on yourself.
I keep up with the latest music through the televison, word of mouth, other shows, chart hits ;)
Who is your idol, why?
None spring to mind as they are many different personalities I truly admire. From them, I take pages of their lessons and adapt to my own!
Tell us a story of your most memorable radio show.
I have a lot of memorable shows and they all touch me and stand out. So it is difficult to pinpoint a story. What I can tell u is that every call I receive, every voice that speaks to me on the show, there is a story to tell. And my ears are always open to listen to what they say. I learn a lot from each and every caller and listener. As cliché as it may sound, I am only as good as my listeners and callers.
I am the person I am today because of the chance they gave me to open their hearts and their ears to me. The shows are good because of them ....I’ve said this and i'll say it again: One of my few catch phrases on the show is the station for the people by the people and Brunei, I dare you to be who you wanna be! ;)
Misunderstood
My first brush with Izan was two years ago, when my excited father stopped my Ipod (no body messes with my Ipod!) and turned on the radio, to show me the new talk show queen in town. I do not quite remember the content, but the experience was surprisingly pleasant. I was impressed with her command of English, her wit and her outspoken nature [Izan did not dissapoint].
My second brush with Izan was outside of my office, where her outlandish hairdo attracted my attention even from miles away. I did not think much of this street kid who wanted to be different, and did not know she was THE Izan, until later that evening when my wife (who works two doors from me) told me about her new friend.
Secretly inside, I doubted if I could ever be friend with this teenager (I later found out she's no spring chicken neither haha!), regardless of Deon’s enthusiasm about her.
The two Izan I met did not connect until much later when I listened to her talk show on Pilihan, again.
To date, Izan and I have had over two meals, several exchanges over the phone and Facebook. When I’m lucky, I get to catch her on the radio, and indulge in her jokes which are often funny by any measure and I must add, ORIGINAL! I have never heard the word “Tapau” on air before, neither have I listened to a DJ making prank call to a groom on his wedding day!
I have a high regard for Izan.
In a country where modesty in public forum is a virtue, it is the exact contrary that brings her to fame. I get to learn a lot more about Izan, and am able validate some of my thoughts about her behaviors and develop empathy for a beautiful soul that is mostly misunderstood.
Strip away the funky hairdo, Izan and I have much in common. Both self professed artists, both rebellious, both have a tendency to speak before we think.
My personal believe is that Brand Izan, if cultivated carefully, could potentially be the Oprah of Brunei. Then again, it is the continuous accidental, unscripted mischief that makes her who she is today. Perhaps brand Izan should best be left untouched, allowing her own evolution to take its cause.
In your very own word, Izan, “I dare you to be who you wanna be!”
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Courage
by Soon Loo
Courage is a fundamental value that define who we are as a leader, who we are as a person, and who we are as men and women. During my years at the Harvard Business School, we studied power and influence as leadership principles, but for some reason, we left out Courage, which is such an important quality.
We know we still have courage in us:
> When we know there is a voice inside us that need to be heard, we speak out
> When we know no one else would do the job, we do it
> When we know that something needs to be done, we act
True courage shows up when we act in the face of uncertainties and fears. To really shape our land into a better Asia, we need more men and women with real courage. However, the most important question remains: do YOU have the courage?
To say Yes.
To say No.
To say I dont know the answer.
To say We need to work together
To say I care. To say I Love You.
To say I will act.
NOW.
SOON LOO
Director, Indiabulls Property Investment Trust
Adjunct Faculty, Singapore Management University
Leader in Islamic Finance!
By Paul McNamara
Asia should be the leader in Islamic finance
Islamic finance has taken off in two main regions across the globe – in the Gulf countries of the Middle East and in Malaysia. Brunei has been a game contender and has launched a number of interesting initiatives in this area – but could do even more.
The truth is that Malaysia has been rather disappointing in trying to internationalise the Islamic finance industry – preferring to focus on the domestic market and issue only ringgit denominated instruments like Sukuk.
Here is where the rest of Asia can step in a do a much better job than Malaysia.
Singapore, for instance, is more of a financial centre than KL will ever be – and has a government that is prepared to back Islamic finance to the hilt.
Then there is Indonesia – that has battled through changing its capital markets legislation to make itself Shariah compliant.
And of course Pakistan which is a natural haven for Islamic finance across the entire subcontinent.
And now we see Australia getting into the act and changing their legislation to be able to accommodate Islamic finance.
But please do not underestimate plucky little Brunei: issuer of Sukuk and much more. Brunei had never issued conventional debt instruments in the past – but leapfrogged this stage and straight into Islamic debt instruments. That makes Brunei unique in the world – and a real icon for other nations to follow.
The short story is that Asia has everything to play for in this one $1,000 billion dollar industry.
But one of the core lessons that Brunei should take on board is that it must INCLUDE women in the mix. Women have not been well represented in this industry – and here is a chance to right that wrong. Women make up half the population of the earth and have a central role to play. Let’s hope that Asia can show the rest of the world some true leadership style on this front.
Paul McNamara is one of the leading Islamic finance journalists in the world, author or many books and regular feature on the conference circuit from London to Melbourne via Tatarstan, Doha, Dubai, Singapore and Bahrain.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
To Peel or Not to Peel!
Theme: The Art of Appreciation
Destination: Brunei
Title: To peel or not to peel
You cannot not totally immerge yourself into a culture until you show a genuine appreciation of the food, its origin and the art of eating it!
The real Hainan Kopi Tiam that I am accustomed to growing up, produces 3 kind of buns; Big Bao, Char Siew Ba & To Sa Bao (bean curd bun). For your information: 1/ We, The Hainan dialect invented Kopi Tiam, 2/ We, The Hainan invented Bao, not the Shanghainese. In the spirit of focusing on the topic, I digress to discuss any further beyond this mention.
Century old myth will now be confronted head on once and for all; To Peel or Not to Peel.
Why Peel?
No, the Shifu who makes the bread do not use their saliva as part of the ingredient to make the skin of the bun. Even if saliva is part of the ingredient, peeling of the skin will not solve the problem. Not eating the bread entirely, does. Perhaps, that (the chef's saliva) is what makes Pao tastier than the best McDonalds Burger any time of the day.
From a totally non bias point of view, the texture of the bao (skin off) do indeed taste a lot softer and delicate, taking the dining experience to a whole other level. Scientifically, the risk of having heartburn due to indigestion reduces significantly without the skin (just ask Dr. Alan!).
The reason why my view is non bias is that, 1/ it is my blog. 2/ I determine if my view point is bias or not.
Disclaimer #1: I have never eaten a Bao that is not peeled growing up, worrying there some element of spits on the skin. I wish I could I brainwash myself into being a non believer.
Why Not to Peel?
In all fairness towards this sacred topic, I can’t say for my fellow Asians who eat the bao skin on, because I’ve never tried it. The most ridiculous argument I came across on this topic is that, it is good for the environment that you do not waste the skin! Is that all you non peeler could come up with?
Perhaps you have a say to this...
End Notes:
• May be HSBC could sponsor me into further discovery of the truth to the art of peeling, after all it fits perfect with the slogan “the world’s local bank”.
• For those who have no idea what I am ranting about, please come to Brunei! The legendary Hing Nam Foong, 60 years old Kopi Tiam in Kuala Belait (1hour from the Capital city, BSB), makes the best Bao! Mention my name, mention this blog, and get your Bao for free*.
*if it doesn’t work, they do not accept credit card, but at B$0.80 per big Bao, B$0.60 Char Siew Bao and B$0.50 To Sa Bao, you wouldn’t hold my words accountable to this, or would you?
• Disclaimer #2 – Do not ask me how a To Sa Bao tastes. I’ve no idea. I’m a carnivorous. That means, if there’s no meat.... count me out.
• Is there any taker on turning the Bao into the next McDonald’s Dynasty?
I’ve even thought of some cool business names:
o Dragon Bao
o Bao King
o Bao Pah
• This article is NOT inspired by the following sorbent advert, despite of its striking similarlity in the genesis of the thought. I present to you one of my all time favourite ads in Asutralia: here
Friday, June 18, 2010
Launch of THE e-book
There's no greater joy than the delivery of one's new baby. This is probably as close as it comes. Download our new e-book free here!
Here's an unedited Press Release produced by myself:
The first volume of Asia Inc Forum’s ebook series was launched today.
It is a collection of ideas from some of Asia’s most influential network to start a movement; that a better Asia is possible!
The view points from the contributors couldn’t be more diverse, forceful and urgent, especially towards the issue of the Environment.
While each essay reveals a different proposition, the common theme from these authors comes down to: Economic sustainability, Social Responsibilities, and Equal Opportunities. An idealistic endeavor one may argue, but a thought provocative material, non the least.
Full version of Vision for a Better Asia can be downloaded FREE from www.asiaincforum.com.
Volume 2 of Vision for a better Asia launches mid July, promising more viewpoints and impact as Volume 1 sets the pace. Interested party can send their own view point of no more than 200 words to shaun.hoon@asiaincforum.com , with the understanding that the publisher reserve the right of choice for final publication.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Between Courage and Ignorance
As the World’s biggest event kicked off last Friday, we are reminded once again the possibility of the impossible – an African nation hosting the world cup.
We are reminded of the mortality in life, regardless of your age, regardless of your surname (special tribute to Nelson Mandella’s 13 year old great grand daughter, Zenani, who lost her life to a car accident after the pre World Cup concert).
We are also reminded of a better way to settle our differences other than on the warzone (Aka: Football).
Asia, as a country wore Red on Saturday night, as we witnessed the Republic of Korea became the first Asian country to claim three points in this FIFA World Cup after defeating Greece 2-0 in their opener.
Clearly on paper, the Korean team was outsized, and out skilled by European champion of 2004 by any measure. What we lacked was more than compensated with speed, resilience and a pure belief of the world cup spirit; the possibility of the impossible.
The road to winning the World Cup for Asia is at best, long. The very act of putting these two words on the same sentence in the public today commands great courage (resisting being a laughing stock) and ignorance.
Perhaps, these are the exact two words required as the cornerstone to building a better Asia for tomorrow. The courage to dream of the impossible, the ignorance of doing whatever it takes, no matter how difficult. May I also add the wisdom of borrowing the best tools from the West to just do it!
The truth is in you
Vision for a better Asia,
Ideas and Values that shapes our future
If the same question had been asked of Asia’s formidable leaders 50 years ago, I predict the answer would have been Westernization!
Asian pop music that ranks top of the chart often rhymes with R&B influence, quarter length shorts are synonymous with boys and men alike, nevertheless any hangout less than the stature Starbucks is considered uncool.
The future has unfold right before our eyes, which begs of the question; what next?
The underlying question beneath this is, are we happier as a people in Asia?
If yes, the answer seems obvious – more westernization, more materialism.
If not, this platform opens up a big possibility for us to rethink our ideas and values that would truly shape the future of Asia.
The answer is, and has always been, in you.
Philosophy of More or Less
Please join the movement!
Submit to me 5 of your own More or Less principles.
i.e More Something, Less Something.
Theme - Vision for a better Asia:
The philosophy of More or Less
1. More we, less me (another great idea over coffee table, James!)
2. More dreamers, less lawyers
3. More solarium, less petroleum
4. More voice, less noise (My top 5 favorite, from my wise little brother)
5. More health, less wealth (Advise from my dad - if I ever get rich, and become arrogant - slap me!)
6. More imagination, less boundaries
7. More confucianism, less consumerism
8. More Woolong, Less Starbucks
9. More dialogue, less debate
10. More Kung Fu, less violence (inspired by my latest hero, Yip Man)
11. More soft skills, less infrastructures
12. More vegan, less McKFCian
13. More volunteers, less capitalist (tribute to Pastor Alex, CCC)
14. More local heroes, less Hollywood
15. More anonymity, less ego
16. More quality, less quantity (Madam Fox, the old parfume lady I met in Singapore 8 years ago)
17. More originality, less counterfeit (Unitek, unitek, unitek!)
18. More arts, less technology (Teacher Hannah - this is for you!)
19. More equality, less oppression (Isiah 58 - read em, repent!!!)
20. More free speech, less intervention
21. More substance, less style
22. More phone calls, less emails (The simple boy from Ballarat- you know who you are)
23. More tips, less complaints (My beautiful sister)
24. More creation, less memorization (all the students in Asia - you hear me?!)
25. More transparency, less corruption (needless to say)
26. More bottom up, less top down
27. More Bubble Tea, less Coca Cola
28. More action, less intention (Intention does not make a difference, action however small, does!)
29. More forgiveness, compassion and love, less religion (Walk the talk, you know what I mean)
30. More kindness, less hatred
31. More love, less war
32. More green, less grey
33. More truth, less cover-up
34. More friends, less enemies
35. More trees, less buildings
36. More of less, less of more (deep, sophisticated, chim. Johnny Cheah)
37. more strength, less length
38. More awesomeness, less awfulness (Simple, obvious, almost Joey [Friends] but wise. Thanks JordanY
39. More communication, less confusion
40. More organization, less chaos
41. More photography, less photoshop (only from Mixed Media Worx!)
42. More constructive, less destructive
43. More dialogue, less red tape.
44. More attention, less distraction
45. More missionaries, less visionaries (my top 5 list)
46. More deliveries, less promises
47. More action, less drama (I didn't say Korean drama- I really didn't mean Da Chang Kim etc etc, really!)
48. More intelligence, less information
49. More grass roots, less theory
50. More equal opportunity, less nepotism
51. More teacher appreciation, less autocrat worship
52. More first names, less salutations
53. More innovation, less tradition
54. More happyness, less complexity (watch pursuit of happyness, again!)
55. More tolerance, less dispute
56. More equalities, less special rights
57. More integrity, less compromise (yes, to all you grown ups!)
58. More productivity, less protocol
59. More diplomacy, Less war
60. More voices, Less silences
61. More hope, Less fear
62. More appreciating, less needing (Chang Kin Hui,always takin' it to the next level!)
63. More awareness, less doing
64. More contributing, less expecting
65. More energy on what we want, less energy on what we don't have
66. More compassion, less conclusion (Amazing Grace)
67. More character, less race (Judge not by the color of one's skin, but content of one's character MLK)
68. More inclusive, less exclusive
69. More gain, less pain
70. More wit, less trivial
71. More altars, less brothels
72. More acceptance, less rejection
73. More Stephen Chow, Less Stephen King
74. More inspiration, less perspiration
75. More idealism, less pragmatism
76. More empathy, less judgment
77. More Wii Fit, less Final Combat
78. More entrepreneurship, less MNC
79. More Spirituality, less materiality (Check out Shane Clairborne: www.thesimpleway.org)
80. More family time, less 9-5
81. More altruism, less materialism
82. More collaboration, less solitude
83. More authority, less power (Tony Campolo: www.tonycampolo.org/sermons.php)
84. More Indomie (Pedas), less Fettuccini (Hands down, no fight)
85. More customer service, less marketing (Tony Hsieh - my business hero - www.zappos.com)
86. More strolls, less rush (Maki Hoon, my best buddy who walks me every morning)
87. More Zen, less clutter
88. More thoughtful, less boastful (Mum, I'm listening!)
89. More modest, less (lady) Gaga
90. More eye contacts, Less Iphone (Lai Kuan, Chang Yat, Theng, Hong - this is for you)
91. More philanthropy, less catastrophe
92. More stories, less movies
93. More depth, less breadth
94. More innocence, less ignorance
95. More synergy, less individualism
96. More productivity, less formality
97. More coffee, less connectivity
98. More doing, less planning
99. More facial LOL, less finger LOL (don't you just love this Nescafe Ads?!)
100. More testing, less waiting
101. More dreaming, less sleeping (My top 5 -from Jacket Cover of The Big Moo: Seth Godin)
102. More leading, less managing
103. More innovation, less procrastination
104. More objective, less personal
105. More remarkable, less ordinary
106. More play, less work
107. More magician, less accountant (Special dedication to Fern & Fred)
108. More risk, less comfort (my new friend Izan)
109. More humility, less arrogance
110. More anguish, less indifference
111. More personal, less anonymous
112. More meaning, less money
113. More WWF, less WWE (Rubbish, FC)
114. More addition, less division
115. More excellence, less mediocre (www.tompeters.com)
116. More celebration, less contemplation
117. More (creative) chaos, less (organizational) structure
118. More text book, less facebook (Yes, to you too, Lai Kuan, Yat, Hong, Ting)
119. More example, less theory
120. More soul food, less fast food
121. More contentment, less requirements
122. More reflection, less regrets
123. More determination, less reservation
124. More Samba, less penalty (Brazil, Brazil, Brazil!)
125. More transformation, less conformation
126. More influence, less advise (again, walk the talk)
127. More dare, less scare
128. More fair trade, less exploitation
129. More fair trade, less sweat shop (Just [don't] do it!)
130. More walk, less eat
131. More saving, less buying
132. More juice, less fizz
133. More sense, less rubbish (ehem my childhood neighbour)
134. More Heart, less head
135. More leave, less work
136. More truth, less Tiger (my garage sale http://theworstofperth.com/2010/02/08/forgive-tiger/)
137. More Enough, Less Greed
138. More Dalai Lama, Less Wagamama
139. More Admiration, Less Envy
140. More Nasi Lemak, Less McChicken
141. More Living, less passing
142. More Wisdom, Less Wealth
143. More simplicity, less indulgence
144. More snack, less feast
145. More clue, less suspense
146. More reservation, less disappointment
147. More salsa, less pasta (Miss you, Sharon!)
148. More dialogue, less blood (our middle east brothers and sister, listen)
149. More reduction, less consumption
150. More means, less ends
151. More chocolate, less miserable
152. More listening, less arguing
153. More dessert, less stress
154. More genuine, less brilliance (I'd pick a genuine person over a smart one, anytime)
155. More sweat, less eat
156. More giving, less taking (Gwen, great minds think alike)
157. More heart, less intellect
158. More reflection, less regret
159. More personal, less professional
160. More treadmill, less Haagen Daaz
161. More breadtalk, less laptop
162. More Yao Ming, less Shao Lin (You wanna settle it on the court, Fred? ONE on ONE)
163. More Rock, Less Pop
164. More pleasant, less absent
165. More Purple Cow, Less Red Bull
166. More faith, less doubt
167. More BMW, Less WMD
168. More Prius, Less Hummer
169. More Donation, Less addiction
170. More frequent, less pleasure (hehe)
171. More informed, less intuition (everything needs to be measured, you fool)
172. More genuine, less brilliance (Yes, I repeat genuine guy, not smart guy)
173. More authentic, less synthetic (I used to sell shoes)
174. More foresight, less hindsight
175. More incredible, less imaginable
176. More value, less discount
177. More rain, less drought (blessings to my fellow Australian)
178. More Windmill, less oil field
179. More natural, less inplant (this is ingenious, Stuart!)
180. More pray, less wish
181. More export, less import (duh!)
182. More input, less output
183. More significance, less success (again, Tony Campolo - he changed my life)
184. More organic, less chemical (Kong& his Amway Detergent. Did you know it washes vege too?)
185. More windows, less (Please help me with this one)
186. More practice, less theory (I hated school, cos no one invented this principle)
187. More runway, less freeway
188. More vocation, less vacation
189. More poetry, less cruelty (my favorite poet, Rob Bell - google him!)
190. More testimony, less title (I learned to choose testimony. Tony again)
191. More fighter, less wincer
192. More present, less wired (whats the point if you're so near, and yet so far?)
193. More invention, less prevention
194. More slowly, less accident (my very deep thinking from the toilet this morning)
195. More obsession, less possession
196. More Chupa Chup, Less num chuck
197. More Fast Company, Less Fast Vehicles
198. More Kodak Moments, Less Kleenex Moments
199. More precaution, less complication
200. More fun, less nun
201. More considerate, less child-like (Joanne, I'veattained enlightenmen, finally)
202. More listening, less arguing (from my beautiful wife, for very obvious reason)
203. More Real Friends, Less Cool Friends (Don't flatter yourself, Alan not everything is about u;)
204. More bonus, less interest
205. More substance, less gimmick (Read Purple Cow, Seth Godin)
206. More vitamin, less panadol
207. More exercise , less supplement
208. More picture, less lonesome
209. More Obama, less Osama (this is so 2008! I know!)
210. More courage, less afraid
211. More increment, less over time
212 More question, less acceptance
213 More coruptions, less opportunities
214 More credit card, less savings (Cain the Yeo man)
215 More Women, Less Tears (really?!)
216 More 24, less 23 (Kobe, MJ - now this is contraversial)
217 More Peace, Less Shaun (Sadly Tara & Georgia agreed)
218 More facts, less superstition
219 More sweat, less tears
220 More levity, less vanity
221 More Openess, less suspicion (221 - 224 lady G - who's not being open?!)
222 More Friends, Less Woes
223 More understanding, less screaming
224 More kids, less misery
225 More poise (Federer), Less force (Nadal)
226 More gratitude, less complaint (From my wife's Brides Maid)
227 More me time, less you time (226 - 233 Ms. Francine Tu)
228 More green, less burning
229 More Shaun, less tiger (hehe, she [thinks] she knows me so well ;)
230 More money, less tax (the answer is Brunei, come home!)
231 More SK2, less wrinkles (Wrong answer! More Skin Inc, Less Wrinkles)
232 More Dollar Wise, Less Less (--=+)Penny Foolish
233 More wisdom, less wisecracks (233 - 236 By P.McNamara I try to believe #233 is not referring to me)
234 More beauty, less makeup (I swear, my wife looks better without make up)
235 More music, less noise (check out http://islamicfinanceaustralia.blogspot.com/)
236 More sharing, less selfishness (Thanks for sharing, Paul)
237 More Volley, Less Rally
238 More Ace, Less Return (work smart, not hard)
239 More deliberate honesty, less philandering... (what the?!)
240 More maid, less appreciation (only in Brunei!)
241 More Vitaworld, Less prescription (Vitaworld: Inspire Living!)
242 More nutrition, less maintenance
243 More deposit, less withdrawal
244 More efficient, less effective
245 More follow up, less losing out
246 More vitamin, less injection
247 More flowers, less heart ache
248 More posession, less gratification
249 More smoke, less baby
250 More control, less loyalty
251 More insurance, less concern
252 More Wit, Less Stiff
253 More exposure, less destitute
254 More Power, Less Love
255 More Love, Less Power
256 More yakult, less constipate
257 More research, Less Assumption
258 More truth, less bull
259 More appreciation, less entitlement
260 More books, less hunger
261 More freedom, less control
262 More prata, less pasta (inspired by Germain's guilt trip ;)
263 More comment, less upload (on Facebook)
264 More teamwork, less loner (264 - 275 Patrick Wong)
265 More Creative less Clueless
266 More Truth, less guilt (how do you know I feel guilty when I lie?)
267 More Real, less fake
268 More proactive, less reactive (Pat is from KB, as you could smell...)
269 More Firm, less coward (he shares sound good values)
270 More Brave, less fear
271 More Recognition, less demotivation
272 More Respect, less stubborn
273 More Fruties, less junkies
274 More Water, less softdrinks (C'mon Pat! My mum jsays the same thing, everyday!)
275 More Support, less Selfish
276 More organic, less fried (Good advise,OnQ)
277 More Drift, Less Swift
278 More MR2, Less Mr. Bean
279 More interest, less effort
280 More kids time, less TV time (Annie Lau - Mom of 2 super gorgeous children)
281 More praising, less sacarsm
288 More Free, Less Charge (Refer to DST, BMobile F.Tu)
289 More parking, less furious
290 More gathering, less isolation (Mission impossible- esp for introvert like me)
291 More fast, less furious
292 More dine-in, less dine out (Did you know its cheaper to dine out in Brunei?)
293 More exercise, less smoking (A.Lau to Kevin)
294 More sexy, less world cup (Top Tip for football widows)
295 More Love, less influence
296 More Shopping, less stress
297 More Exercise, Less Fats
298 More sleep, less worry (thanks Mark!)
299 More Siew Mai, Less nuggets
300 More about less philosophy!
301 More of God, Less of Us (Undisputed #1 contribution of the 300, this is unfair, Alvin!)
302 More kids, less time (my clever cousin Tang)
303 More projects, less time
304 More facebook, less time
305 More relatives, less time
306 More TV, less time
307 More family, less me
308 More botox, less wrinkles
309 More Anita Roddick, Less Andy Roddick
310 More LA, less LV
311 More Cash Flow, Less profit
312 More fruits, less ritual
313 More Simply, Less worldly
314 More Soul, Less Sole
315 More Stable, Less Shuffle
316 More JC, Less MC
317 More Sogua, less Google
318 More Lexus, less ixus
319 More dignity, less charity
320 More liberty, less limitations (320 - 323 Pauline L)
321 More beats, less beatings
322 More hugs, Less bugs
323 More might, less fright
324 More peace, more grumble
325 More breakfast, less supper
326 More MTV, less KTV
327 More GPS, less direction
328 More fit, less obese (A.Lau)
329 More money less freedom (Chris Lau's poem)
330 More freedom, less thinking
331 More thinking, less black hair
332 More black hair, less older
333 More older, less energy
334 More energy, less sleep
335 More sleep, less tire
336 More tire, less communication
337 More communication, less ignore
338 More ignore, less frendship
339 More frendship, less enemy
340 More enemy, less peace
341 More peace, less excitement
342 More excitement, less quiet time
343 More quiet time, less time to sleep
344 More Tofu, Less T-Bone
345 More Sony, less sorry
346 More Theology, Less Technology
347 More Havenly Treasure, less worldly posession
348 More reflexology, less
349 More indication, less interpretation
350 More , less migrain
351 More wasabi, less
352 More fruits, less ritual
353 More , less hypocrete
354 More Kimchi, Less Sushi
355 More fragrance, less
356 More consistency, less surprises
357 More let go, less sorrow (for the broken hearted....try this, it really works!)
358 More pull, less push
359 More affection, less attack
360 More apple, less doctor
361 More institute, less destitute
362 more GPS, less direction
363 More provision, less expectation
364 More love, less control
365 More home, less house
366 More school, less crime
367 More church action, less church building
368 More social justice, less prosperity gospel
369 More sparks, less dark (inspired by Arthur 3.0)
370 More mojos, less mottos (Ming & Carol +puppy + Chloe + Page)
371 More intellect, less air-brain (371 - 377 Brunei's foremost marketing lady, Jennifer Kang)
372 More love, less hate
373 More genuine, less fake
374 More smiles, less frowns
375 More time, less waste
376 More balance, less compulsion
377 More acceptance, less blame (Wo)Man of integrity, Like!)
378 More Humour, less rumour
379 More spark, less mock
380 More Mastery, less geniuses
381 More smiles, less frowns (381 - 386)
382 More omph , less ordinaryness
383 More creativity , less closedness
384 More reasons , less excuses
385 More Virtue, less ego (top 5 favorite)
386 More izanism ,less subjectivity (izanism:-means and turn the impossible to impossible;)
387 More actions, less talks (387 - 391: My childhood idol Soon Loo)
388 More passion, less procrastination
389 More love, less fear
390 More go-do-what-you-really-want-before-you-die, less letting-life-just-passed-you-by
391 More spontaneous-in-the-moment, less in-your-head
392 More cardio, less carbo (Salute to my diabetes gang!)
393 More correlation, less variables
394 More engrossed, less involved (talking about spur of the moment)
395 More true love, less romance
396 More parables, less parallels
397 More Dummies guide, less dummies
398 More Poise, less fury
399 More sincerity, less motive
400 More legacy, less posession
401 More Whales, less whalers (401 - 407 Wade Hughes, author A Curious Secret)
402 More tolerance, less intolerance (Wade can’t tolerate intolerance…????!!!)
403 More constants, less variables
404 More knowledge, less media.
405 More honesty, less corruption.
406 More dolphins less shark fins
407 More Curiosity, Less secretive
408 More Stillness, Less nothing (Jacky Chan, Karate Kid)
409 More Organised Chaos, Less Creative Destruction
410 More genuine, less superficial (410 - 414 David Parker,founder www.businessbookclub.com)
411 More energy, less complacency
412 More focus, less distraction
413 More heart, less ego
414 More Hope, Less doubt
415 More innovators, less bureaucrats (tribute to the Toilet Man!)
...1000
My goal is to reach 1000 principles.
Your input is important to me (us). Who knows where this will take us!
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