How Bizarre can Singaporeans Get

I came across an interesting read from an author who wrote :

"44 years of economic and material success have spawned some very strange behaviors among Singaporeans. We spent so much to buy a house or flat, furnished it up like a palace, but spent our time outside, most of the time at work. And the maids are the ones enjoying the million dollar or multi million dollar assets.

Then we paid so much, the highest in the world, for a car only to park at home. Too expensive to drive, too many ERPs and car park charges to pay. And we are encouraged to park the car at home and take public transport, cheaper and more convenient.

And when Singaporeans travelled, instead of seeing the places, they went shopping. The best part is that they would head for the cheapest bargains, buying stuff that they could get in Chinatown or pasar malam, at even cheaper prices. And they are happy that they got a bargain.

And while the heartlanders are busy trying to make a life here, being told to bust off if they are not happy, which they could not, the rich and presumably very happy and contented citizens are buying up properties overseas just in case they need to make that escape from paradise.

While many Singaporeans are thinking of jumping ship, or preparing to jump ship, hoards of new immigrant are rushing in to take their place in this paradise and to top it all up, they keep complaining about the govt and all the policies that they found unpalatable, come every election, they will vote and return the govt to power." (sic)

Though I cannot comment much on the political domain and how much the PAP government had influenced the way Singaporeans behave locally and in other countries, I have to agree to a large extend to the observation that the writer wrote from a perspective of a third person.

It stings deep though to much reluctance that the observation made holds truth of how we Singaporeans see ourselves and behave in a challenged environment. We spent almost all of our monthly income to beautify our house only to leave it vacant for our maids to enjoy. We spent countless hours in office clocking extra hours to earn the overtime payment so that we could pay off our debts and for the holidays planned during the school holidays. Our pursuit of wealth has blinded us to the simplicity of life. We have been so engrossed in life that we have forgotten how to enjoy it.

We buy big cars not really needing it and end up parking it at the carpark and taking public transport complaining how expensive it was to drive our most treasured possession around. We hired maids to look after our children not wanting to send them to our parents to care for them, only to realise that our children know more about their maids but their own parents.

We always tell ourselves how wonderful life is overseas. How far away foreign lands of Australia or the States holds the true meaning of living without appreciation what we have here in Singapore. We always think that the grass is greener on the other side of the fence but a green grass does not necessarily assure good pasture. We neglect to realise that Singapore no matter how is far from perfect is still the best place to raise a family.

As we busily chase after the material success in life we failed to stop, pause and look around us and to appreciate our family, the safety of our environment, the peace and harmony that we have now taken for granted. Let us do that, let us just look around us and be thankful to what we have and not be a slave to material pursuit without even having the opportunity to fully enjoy it.

Family - Accepting the Imperfection in Life

There is an old adage that says "You can choose your friends, but you can never choose your family". This is a saying that I have always hold steadfast to. My family has always been an important aspect of my life that I hold dear to. Your friends can be with you in good times and at times when things get tough but it is your family that will be behind you all the way when you take the journey in life.

To me, the one important soul that I will never trade for all the luxury in the world in my mother. She is the one soul that had been a source of inspiration in my life. Sure we have our quarrels and fight but no matter how ugly the situation is, my mother will be the first to forgive and forget. To her, her happiness is secondary, but the happiness of her children is paramount.

She raised me up since young through hardship and happiness, she will always be there to share my sorrow and laughter, always ready to give motherly advice and insight in life. I have learnt over the years that nothing wrong will come out of listening to the advice of my dear mother.

I cannot imagine those people that would be willing to part with their parents and sent them away to old folks home just because they are too busy to look after them in the old age. How is it one wonders, that a mother can look after all their children and still have time for housework and time to spare listening to out problems but we the children cannot even look after them. Have we wonder, what if in our old age, our children were to treat us the way we treat our parents.

I have never been closed to my dad when he is still alive, most probably he is a disciplinarian as a person, but in his passing, I dread the lost time that I could have been closer to him. My earliest memory of my dad was when he brought me any my brother to the beach to spend family time. I remembered vaguely he watching over me and my brother as we both splashed ourselves in the water. My elder brother the bully he is, would occassionally dunk me into the water and it would be my father's stern gaze that would stop him in a beat. He need not have to raise his voice, just his piercing looks would stop my brother in a heartbeat.

It is the family environment that defines us as a person. It is the upbringing that builds our character. All the imperfection in live, in our family is of no consequences at all. It is those imperfection in life that you will miss.

Treasure the time left as nothing in life is permanent. We cannot say for certain when they will suddenly be gone and when that time comes, we will regret all those things that could be, we regret the conversation that we could have, the trips that we could take, the meals that we could have, the moments of laughter and fun.

Earth Hour - Has the Time Passed?

In March last year, the World Wildlife Fund in Australia teamed up with Leo Burnett, the multinational advertising agency that created the Marlboro Man, to come up with a new environmental campaign called Earth Hour. The idea was to get 2 million residents in Sydney to turn off all the lights in their homes for an hour. The campaign had generated wide publicity but far from all the hype and publicity behind it, the energy saved from the millions of dollars spent on advertisement and campagin was insignificantly small - the equivalent of only taking about five cars off the city's roads for a year. Mother's nature effort is cutting down power consumption would be more effective. A gale storm or the many occurance of typhoons would have caused thousands of drivers in the cities to be off the road for many hour and grounded many flights on the airport tarmac and that would have not cause Mother Nature a single cent.

However despite the dismayal result, Earth Hour expanded to dozens of cities around the globe world. The Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, the Sears Tower in Chicago and the Empire State Building in New York were among the US landmarks that went dark. Many corporations signed on to burnish their green credentials. Cities around Asia and Europe answered to the cherion call and encouraged its citizens to participate. In countries where the public responds seems lukewarm, organisations and governments took the lead to shut off power for an hour. The result was yet another self declared success. Although the media had showed the shutting off of lights in their respective countries, the result have yet again failed to meet its objectives. But the organiser was quick to rebut this by stating that it is the awareness that counts. So what?

If everyone who had participated in Earth Hour had left their lights on and instead switched to mundane, high-efficiency compact fluorescent bulbs, simple calculations showed that it would have saved 1,368 times as much energy, because the bulbs would have saved energy all year. Such tension between substance and symbolism runs through the modern environmental movement.

After years of conflict between climate-change activitists and thhe carbon producing countries that had choosed to deny any direct correleation or calls to take drastic change fearing that it will hurt the economy, the movement has become a crusade that is partly moral statement and partly fashion statement. Earth Hour, Earth Day and the Miss Earth beauty pageant - "saving the planet, one pageant at a time" - generate lots of publicity, but they also tend to prompt people and companies to choose what looks good over what works. "There is a real problem in teaching people not to do something that appears to work, but that actually works

It is hard to persuade people to do things that yield the biggest energy savings, and not necessarily the biggest returns in self-satisfaction. It is very difficult to get people to invest in home insulation and energy efficiency, over aesthetic beauty

At the strike of eight when Earth Hour is supposed to commence in Singapore, I look out from my darkened room and saw my parents watching television is the lighted hall. My nephew in his room over the computer and the air-conditioning unit blowing over his head and the appliances in the kitchen being turned on when it is not even being used. Does that mean that my family is not aware of the Earth Hour movement, far from it. They have seen the adverts and news on it over many days leading to Earth Hour. They have even asked me what the campaign is all about and despite the endless conversation that I had, nothing change.

I looked out of my house and saw the many hundreds of units around me with their lights on. Kitchen lights left on when it is apparent that the stove is not smoking figuratively speaking. So I ask again, what Earth Hour?

People on the streets in Singapore city area was jubilant to see the lights from many skyscrapers being turned off, jubilant not because it is Earth Hour, but jubilant because they got to burn off candles and basked themselves in the shadows of the candle lights. The streets lights remains illuminated. Cars continued to ply down the streets in greater numbers as people instead of sitting in darkness decided to travel to the city to join the crowd. An hour later, as Earth Hour lapses, the jubilant again erupted this time in greater strength and intensity as the lights were turned on and people enjoyed the spectacles of the city being once again flooded by neon lights.

Noble an idea Earth Hour is, and pure the intent it is, the outcome far achieves the objectives. It is yet another forgetable event that people will only remember after yet another millions of dollars being soent to promote the event next year.

Change - The Only Constant Thing in Life

There is an old adage that says, the Only Constant Thing in Life is Change. I must say that I am not a big fan of change myself. I am one of those that gets comfortable with the status quo and live on conformity. When it comes to change, I will be the first one to react adversely to it.

But I have learned in life that the only constant thing is 'Change'. It is something inevitable and unavoidable. No matter how you hold dear to what you have now, and advocate the concept of remaining status quo, change will crepe its way in us unexpectedly.

My line of work and what I do, changes comes in such rapid that at times you do not even have any opportunity to sit back and catch a breath. By the time you open your eyelids everything have taken a new perspective.

I was transferred to a new department, with new working peers, new subordinates, new boss and new challenges. Though the job itself is not something new and nothing out of the ordinary it is the thought of working in a totally new environment from one that you are used to for the past one year that made me dread. I dread the thoughts of having to settle down all over again, having to form new relationship, having to get to know new peoplw, having to appreciate your subordinates strengths and weaknessess and most importantly having to figure out your BOSS work ethics.

But I supposed this is something which is just unavoidable. No matter how I hate changes, still it is something that will force its way into us no matter how much you resist. The force of change is just to strong for one to withstand.

But on the brighter side of things, it is through these changes in your life that you will know what you are capable of. It is the experimentation in life that you will know your strengths and weaknesses, what you are capable of doing and what you lack the expertise in. It is through these changes that will spur you on to greater heights in life, personally or in you career and if one would to ask me now if I have any regrets, my answer would be 'NO'.

I have expended my knowledge and my horizon. I have deepen my depth in life and along the way made new friends and less enemy I hope. When you sit back and think back in your life, it is the past friendship that have been formed that you would really treasure. All those moments of laughter and hardship that strengthen your resolute further and your outlook in life.

So the next time that change come knocking on my door, I will welcome it with an open arms and embrace it for all the opportunities that it will bring.

Are We Still a Nation of Giving ?

The current economic crisis has hit us most where it hurts, our pocket. When we go back home today, many of us who are not blessed with an iron rice bowl, worries if we were to receive the dreaded call in the morning from our bosses telling us not to come to work the following day and to take an extended no pay leave. We also wonder if we were to come to work the next day to find that the office doors leading to our office were suddenly locked unceremoniously with a just a piece of paper pasted on the door serving as a notice informing us that the company is closed till further notice. The only sign of activity is a security guard standing outside the locked door telling us to go back home. This may not be a possible occurrence a few years back but is now a definite possibility in the current economic downturn. Every industries are affected. From sales to manufacturing, from service to banking. All of us are not sheltered by possibility of retrenchment as company downsized or just seized to operate.

Singapore has enjoyed several years of stable growth since independence. Even during the 1997 economic crises which hits Asia and the SARS outbreak thereafter, Singapore has never truly been hit by an economic downturn which hit us at such a scale. As we all look towards our able government hoping that they will steer us clear from recession, I cannot help but wonder what of the poorest of poor that is amongst us. Let us faced it, Singapore maybe a 1st world country and a highly industrialised one, but we still have a small percentage living amongst us that scrapes through the day from the donation and alms of others. The only difference between Singapore and our neighbours is that our poor are not that visible.

When I travelled in our neighbouring countries, the poor are a highly visible lots, begging for the mercy of others on the streets, going from cars to cars and tables to tables asking for scraps of food or small change, in Singapore however, we can hardly see just activities here. But does that mean we are without any?

In spite of the blanket of gloom which has grown to enshroud the current economic climate, most of us are not doing that badly, despite the downturn. Many of us still have our jobs. Many still have our paychecks at the end of every month. Singaporeans are still going for holidays and spending during festive seasons, so it is not all bad news for us.

However do we start to stinge in giving? Singaporeans may be known to be snobbish lots and been accused of being inconsiderate to her neighbours in more than one occasions, but one thing that we are never known to be are 'stingy lots'. I made this observation when I was at the bus terminal waiting for my friend. An old Chinese auntie made her living by selling tissue papers to passerbys. A passerby, in long sleeve and pants approached her and bought her tissue papers which were sold at a dollar for five packers. The gentleman paid her $5 dollars, took a packet of tissue and walked off without even waiting for his change. A few minutes later, another lady came by gave her $2 dollars and walked off without even taking any tissue paper.

I supposed in this dire time, I am glad to know that Singaporeans are not tightening their purse when it comes to giving. We may cut back on our other expenses and enjoyment, but we still do not forget the needs of others who are worst off than us. For those of us who are in the able, the current hardship that we are facing is but a temporary situation that will be with us for a year or two hopefully, we still can afford all the simple luxury in life, but for those that are not, such as the tissue paper auntie, their hardship is with them long before us and will be with them long after.

I applaud those that are able to give up a few dollars for others who need it more than they do. And I hope more of us will not tighten our purse just because the economy is bleak.

Do It Yourself - The IKEA Way

I must say, that I am quite an avid supporter of IKEA's products. Almost all the furniture in my house will bear the IKEA logo one way or another. Though some of the furniture, unfortunately are not long lasting and up being expired early that I would have like it but the feeling of having the freedom to fix up your own furniture to make it a masterpiece that you can proudly say, "Hei I make that! " is priceless.

Some of my relatives would disagree with me though and assiciated IKEA products with the acroynms "Buy and Throw Away". But nevertheless, there are still some of the furniture which have been faithfully serving my needs for almost half a decade now.

But with the economy meltdown, all industries are looking at ways and means to diversify their products and to create a niche at the global market. They will need to be innovative in the way they run their business and market their products. Just recently IKEA has announced plans that they will be diversify their product lines not only to include furniture and households but ........... hold your breath........ automobile.

And to assure the public how easy it is to assemble your own car, they have the first 'Do-IT-Yourself" car already prepared and ready to be in the shelf at a IKEA warehouse near to you. You do not believe me.. see for yourself.

and to assure buyers out there that it is as easy as A-B-C the only tool that you will need to fix your own car is an instruction booklet to guide you which part goes where and a simple tool

I cannot wait to see the line up of cars available for purchase in the 2010 catalogue. Hopefully there is a convertible somewhere in there.

What Will I Defend?

What will I defend? That is a question that has been in the minds of many Singaporeans recently since the adverts were played on the mass media to commemorate our celebration of Singapore's Total Defence Day. I have not really gave it a serious thought actually, until I saw the speech of Admiral Teo Chee Hean on the Straits Times on 15 February. It makes me wonder then, if the question was posed to me what would be my answer then.

I agree with Admiral Teo that the question "What will you defend?" is a deeply personal one that can be answered only after some long reflection. The answers on the streets may differs from one individual to the other. Some may say that they will defend their family and friends, or their way of living. Others may say they will defend their beliefs or personal effects that they hold dear to. There are also others that holds importance to a place such as their home or structures or places where they had fond memories of. The answers may be poignant and personal, sweet and simple, spirited and spontaneous, or considered and conceptual. But whatever the answer, it is unique to the individual, and it may evolve as the person goes through life. There are no right or wrong answers as each answers reflects on the personal beliefs and upbringing and how the community that they live in has influences their life.

Who is to say that your answers is wrong and mine is right. When the advertisement was run, I supposed it was with the intention of the government to make Singaporeans think of how they will react when the bugle is sounded for Singapore's freedom and way of living to be defended. We have lived in a relatively peaceful environment since having gained independence. The last major war that we were in had left a deep scar in the life on many older generations, even after the Japanese occupation we see other conflicts such as the Indonesian Confrontation and the insurgence of communism but we have managed to pull through those tumultuous period by sheer luck and ingenuity and able leadership. But having said that, generation of mine and after have never experienced those periods and we cannot truly appreciate what our leaders and our forefathers have had to go through. We do not really appreciate the hardship of Japanese occupation and having to live in a period of constant air raids and under the mercy of Japanese army's bonnet. We never had to live in a period where the ugly heads of Communism and Communalism weaved through the community and threatened the very fabric of social cohesion.

We do not have to live in the days and nights where the constant threats of riots and strikes are ever present by those that held ideologies so different to ours. The only knowledge that I have of those eras long gone and so far away from the minds of many are from the video footage in the national archives and the books and memoirs of our leaders and elders that have actually lived through the periods. I am of the Generation X. I lived in a period where Singapore had gained independence for many years and our economy are fast growing. I lived in the era of Internet superhighway and globalisation where our national boundaries reaches to the limit of how far our jets could bring us. I have never heard the sound of mortars or explosion and the only time that I heard the air raids siren being sounded was once every month when the Singapore Civil Defence Force (SCDF) tested the air raids siren in the first day of every month at the strike of 12 noon. Even then, those sirens testing and the public announcements that we ought to listen to had gone unnoticed to me. We all lived in a pampered and protected environment where the thought of national sovereignty being threatened and jeopardise by governments thousands of miles away or elements from within, of individuals with questionable ideology have never really caused us to loose any sleep. Those are events that my generations and I sadly have never really considered.

We all have the thinking that our national defence mechanism will be responsible for protecting us should the threats really emerges. Sadly these are the thinking of many of people of my age. So what will I defend? Will I defend my family, my house, my friends, my way of living, my personal effects or my nation? That is a question that I cannot truly answer until I am confronted with the situation. I do not want to sound a hypocrite and announce to the world that I will protect my country when the call to arms is raised. But does that make me less nationalistic or patriotic? I do not think so.

There is no means testing or mathematical measurement to measure one's true affiliation and affection to the country. The feeling is intrinsic and unmeasurable. I supposed it is the feeling that I have whenever I am back in Singapore after being away. It is the feeling of how I always want to be known as a Singaporean and proud of it when I am at the streets of a another country and being asked by the streets vendors where I am from, at the risk of loosing a good bargain. But nevertheless it is the unexplained feeling that being a Singaporean is something that I am proud of. I supposed if you were to ask me what will I defend, then the answer that I could give with conviction is 'Being called a Singaporean'.

pictures from : Reuters Pictures, www.daylife.com/photo/04TH13A58baYU.

What's with the 'Mushiness' on Feb 14?

What is with Valentine's day, I still do not understand. My friends were asking me on the eve 0f Valentine's Day what my plans were for the 'V' Day. I just answered them, stay at home and catch up with my reading. They each either gave me a bemused look or gave me the impression that I am the most unromantic fellow ever to walk on the face of the earth. I am maybe one of those dying breed that do not and could not really appreciate the relevancy of significance of Valentines Day to even give it a damn. And seriously looking at all my other colleagues straight or otherwise that went heads over heels to plan and execute the most romantic Valentine's Day, I am left to ponder why even bother. Why do u really have to specifically plan something so special on one day of the year for that special ones of yours when you have 364 other days to do that?

To add insult to injury even my gay friends have plans for Valentine's day. A closeted gay friend of mine who I got to know of his sexual preference by chance confided with me that his boyfriend had planned for a romantic dinner in a restaurant at a hotel. And the only question that I had for him was "Dude, two guys in a romantic restaurant at a hotel during Valentine's Day, everyone will know that you guys are gays !!" For a moment he was dumbfounded by the directness of my remarks but the next thing that he did was to call his boyfriend and beg for the dinner to be cancelled. Well shoot me if I break Cupid's arrow but who cares.

I can only imagine the number of roses that had been cannibalised on 14 February only to end up in the dustbin, all withered and frail the following day. I can also only imagine the number of holes that were burnt 'mostly on the guys' and the new strands of grey hairs emerging to think and plan for that romantic night.

A girl friend of mine was telling me how she had hinted to her boyfriend how she loves to have a LV bag for Valentine's day. My only thought was "What a Bitch?' I am just glad she is not my girlfriend else I would have dumped her a long time ago. My heart goes to the poor soul that called himself her boyfriend.

I however could not helped it but to drag myself out of bed on Valentine's day and joined a friend of mine for dinner. Like me, he to does not celebrate Valentine's Day but his unlike me was not out of choice but more of circumstances as he had just broke out with his girlfriend of 5 years. My Valentine's Day, believe it or not end up to me a day of listening where I had to endure half a night of listening to his heart felt sorrow and stories. 'Yucks' how glad I am not to be in any relationship.

My friend was telling me how I could not really appreciate the true meaning and significance of Valentine's Day until I am in a relationship myself, but looking at all the emotional baggage and complication that comes with it, I think I would gladly passed it off in a heartbeat. Life as it is is already so complicated, why do you have to add to it?

As I walked around Clarke Quay making my way through crowds of couples, gays and straights, I could not helped but wonder, so what will tomorrow brings? Will their emotional ties and feelings be further strengthened after tonight when dawn breaks?

I think people who merely greet their loved ones with "I Love YOU"s the whole year through are more sincere than any chocolates or flowers or diamond rings can be. I guess I'm too unromantic to even bother about all these so I'm being sour grapes. Valentine's Day is over-commercialised these days and I think St Valentine himself is turning in his grave knowing what a mockery a celebration in his name has turned out to be.

Why Men Don't Have Advice Column

To Adrian 's Advice Column

Dear Adrian,

I hope you can help me here. The other day, I set off for work leaving my husband in the house watching the TV as usual. I hadn't driven more than a mile down the road when the engine conked out and the car shuddered to a halt. I walked back home to get my husband's help. When I got home I couldn't believe my eyes. He was in the bedroom with the neighbour's daughter. I am 32, my husband is 34, and the neighbour's daughter is 22. We have been married for 10 years.

When I confronted him, he broke down and admitted they had been having an affair for 6 months. I told him to stop or I would leave him. He was let go from his job six months ago and he says he has been feeling increasingly depressed & worthless. I love him very much, but ever since I gave him the ultimatum he has become increasingly distant. He won't go to counseling and I'm afraid I can't get through to him anymore. Can you please help?

Sincerely

Heather
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Dear Heather

A car stalling after being driven a short distance can be caused by a variety of faults with the engine. Start by checking that there is no debris in the fuel line. If it is clear, check the vacuum pipes and hoses on the intake manifold and also check all grounding wires. If none of these approaches solve the problem, it could be that the fuel pump itself is faulty, causing low delivery pressure to the injectors.
I hope this helps,

Adrian

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I supposed that is the reason why man do not have any advice column of relationship. Ask men about anything other than relationship, how to fix a car and make your old beatles runs like a Subaru WRX, we will give you all kinds of tips on how to prep up your car and install all the latest gadgets that will make heads turn. Ask us about computer repair or the best way to fix your broken pipes. Ask us how to mend your roof or the best method to get your car shines and we will be able to give you thousands and one tips to get around it. You can ask us anything on how to fix things but relationship is never one of them.

The whimsical premise of Men Are From Mars is that many years ago, all men lived on Mars, and all women lived on Venus. Once they got together, they respected and enjoyed their differences--until one day when everybody woke up completely forgetting that they had once come from different planets. And ever since, men mistakenly expect women to think and communicate and react the way men do, and women expect men to think and communicate and react the way women do. These unrealistic expectations cause frustration. But when we understand the God-given differences between male and female, we have more realistic expectations of the other sex, and our frustration level drops. I never truly understand how the saying comes about but I am able to truly appreciate the vast difference that both the sexes have in terms of thinking.

I remembered having a discussion with a lady colleague of mine about a work related problem, for me I am more keen in getting the problem fix and move on, but for her, she would is more concern about how the problem affects morale and why it happen in the first place. I supposed it is this difference that makes our life more challenging and interesting.

The Tales of Two Neighbours.

We are living in an environment at least for 80 percent of us in Singapore, where my floor is another person's ceiling, that my ceiling is another person's floor and we all share a common wall. That is the wonder of living in a boxed up apartment blocks.

It is an unpleasant reality that though we have had almost more than 40 years of communal livings where your neighbours consists of families of different races and religion, sadly many Singaporeans are still unable to live with their immediate neighbours in common decency and respect.

We read on the newspaper on more than one occassions of neigbours dispute turned ugly. It just brings me to wonder why after so many years and many campaigns after, we still are not able to respect our neighbours and treat them with the utmost respect. At the end of the day, aren't they someone that we can turn to in times of needs or to get help from.

I have been living in a boxed-up apartment block for as long as I could remember and frankly I would never dream of ever wanting to give up that way of living for the comfort of isolation or a property all by itself on a piece of land. Evertime on my way to work or the journey back, I would travel down a piece of road where there are landed properties on both sides. Singaporeans are famously known of building fences around their property and those fences tends to outdo each other more than the house itself. If not for a government regulation that limits the height of a paremeter fencing I am most certain that we will not just stop at a 2.1 meteres parameter fencing but the fences would have met new heights never been achieved before.

I observed as I drove past how isolated their lives are, all within the confine of their fences. Not knowing who their neighbours are. But living in an apartment block gives you a new whole dimension of communal living. My parents know our neighbours two floors up and two floors down across the span of 12 units. That is how far an outreach our knowledge is. My mum being a housewive herself on many occassions cared for my neighbours children whenever their parents are away for the day, we shared our cookings and visits each other during the festive seasons. Why then are we unable to respect our neighbours?

Take the Everitt Road neighbourhood dispute for an example. It is a rather unusual community dispute, prolonged and convoluted, so much so it generated much media attention. As many as seven families in the Joo Chiat street were involved, with the police, lawyers, the courts and even an MP being drawn into the dispute. The whole dispute had turned into a media frenzy that draws public attention for the wrong reasons. There are reports that visitors from across the straits had even pay the once quiet street a visit all in the hope of catching a glimpse of the families in action, taunting each other.

How could a supposedly affluent Singaporeans behave like a lowly street punks and hooligans, resorting to mocking and act of mischief. And if we were to analyse the root of the problem one would be amazed that the cause of all the ruckus is becuase of a stupid acts of placing items along the road to reserve the parking spots. How incredibly stupid can one be?

And if you think that such behaviour is only restricted to those living in a house, you will be surprised that such juvenile acts are also seen in those living in apartments blocks and in an alarmingly increasing numers. Neighbours installed CCTV cameras to monitor every movement of their neighbours. Throwing of faeces and defacing onces property are just some of the common acts that some ugly Singaporeans are resorting to.

I am just so glad that none of my neighbours are as stupidly juvenile as some Singaporeans can be. But here again, their stupidity are a source of enjoyment for us to read and see i supposed. Let the circus continue.