Boathouse Residences Shuttle Bus Service

Monday to Friday
BH->MRT: 6:30, 7:00, 7:30, 8:00, 8:30, 9:00
MRT->BH: 6:40, 7:10, 7:40, 8:10, 8:40, 9:10

BH->MRT: 11:30, 12:00, 12:30, 13:00, 13:30, 14:00
MRT->BH: 11:40, 12:10, 12:40, 13:10, 13:40, 14:10

BH->MRT: 17:00, 17:30, 18:00, 18:30, 19:00, 19:30
MRT->BH: 17:10, 17:40, 18:10, 18:40, 19:10, 19:40

Saturday, Sundays and Public Holidays
BH->MRT: 9:00, 9:30, 10:00, 10:30
MRT->BH: 9:10, 9:40, 10:10, 10:40

BH->MRT: 12:30, 13:00, 13:30
MRT->BH: 12:40, 13:10, 13:40

Accurate as of today.

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React Page Lifecycle Summary

Here, the no bullshit summary of React Page Lifecycle

Start (Once)
object getDefaultProps      complex objects are shared not copied
object getInitialState
void componentWillMount
      both client and server
      can setState still, and render will happen only once.
ReactElement render
      examines this.props and this.state
      returns a single child (virtual DOM or react class)
      must be PURE (does not modify state or setTimeout)
void componentDidMount
      only on the client
      can access any refs, setTimeout, send AJAX requests

      void componentWillReceiveProps( object nextProps )
            can setState to trigger render later
            don’t assume props has changed
      boolean shouldComponentUpdate
            return false if possible
      void componentWillUpdate( object nextProps, object nextState )
      render! => see above
      void componentDidUpdate( object prevProps, object prevState )

Finish (Once)
void componentWillUnmount
      cleanup: invalidating timers, clean up DOM elements

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无人机的美 TEDxPetalingStreet

The TEDxPS video is finally published! Thanks again to the organisers. The production is wonderful 🙂

As shared in earlier posts, this was our first attempt to reach non-English speaking audience. If you’re looking for English based material, we have plenty on our Garuda Robotics website, or if you’re looking to spend only 18 min, do check out Mark’s excellent presentation on TEDxINSEAD: Drones as infrastructure.

Some additional context for international readers:

The survival of the agriculture industry, especially the palm oil business in South East Asia, is collectively a national security issue. Whether it’s producing food or biofuel, it still forms a large percentage of income in many countries. This includes Singapore, where many such regional agri business choose to setup HQ in.

At the same time, this is an industry that’s very localised and run primarily on human labour (and some buffalos hehe). Bringing technology adoption is not only just about laws, grants and technology transfers, it’s also about winning the hearts and minds of the people, creating jobs for engineers and arborists rather than low skilled labour, and sticking it out with them over the long term to see the results.

Some of the plantation managers I spoke to don’t speak anything else fluently other than their mother tongue (which varies from some dialect to mainstream Chinese or Malay for Malaysia’s case, and just downright impossible for me for Bahasa Indonesia and their variants). The good news is that all the plantations I’ve visited have at least one corner (usually the local HQ / township) where there’s Internet access (maybe GPRS, but still reachable).

One project that I admire a lot is led by an ex-college mate / ex-colleague of mine in, Rikin Gandhi, who after making spaceships and software for a while decided to head to India to spread good practices of agriculture in local language. His non-profit, Digital Green, has a very simple idea: that the best practises for their respective crop is best told by their next door farmer. Their video production (done in local language) has reached more than half a million people so far.

Another respectable leader in the UAV industry is Koh Lian Pin – you can see his TED talk to get a quick idea of what Conservation Drones did with Orang Utans. One has to bring the technology to the locals and make it possible for them to take on their problem themselves.

I believe that somewhere along these similar lines, we will be able to find a way to uplift an entire industry to leverage drones to better manage their plantations, and not just providing UAV services to the conglomerates. Let me know if you have any ideas you’d like to figure out together.

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What a girl wanted, what a dad gave

She’s coming 20 months soon, with all the signs of a terrible two but still the sweetness of a baby. It hurts to discipline her, but parents do what they gotta do.

Last weekend something struck me. It took 3 days to completely sink in, and will probably be a recurring thought in the next 20 years at least.

It was in a pool. A children’s pool with a giant playground-like structure in the middle, capable of holding adults, in a neighbourhood country club that we occasionally swim and have dinner at together with our college friends.

Since my wife didn’t swim that day, I was shadowing miss adventure on her quest to do what every 5 year-old was doing in the pool, climbing up and down, playing with every water sprout and every wheel that turns.

And there was this slide in the middle of the huge contraption. A very popular, spiralling slide, with children (and occasional adults) streaming through over and over. The pool was only 1 foot deep, which provides for pretty lousy landing at the end. But it did not hinder these 5-8 year olds from mastering the technique of straightening their bodies and trying to land with their feet down first.

We watched in awe for a while, and before I could interest her in the tyre swing, she was climbing up the structure and joining the queue. You see, in the last month she had been trying to slide down every slide in sight, after figuring out how to slide properly thanks to great guidance from her grandparents.

I was very concerned. It was clear that she could not handle this slide and she might hurt herself by slamming herself into the shallow pool.

But her determination (and the politeness of the other children who waited for her to settle) encouraged me. Once seated, I flee to the bottom of the slide to position myself to catch her. When she saw me, she was still reluctant, but eventually, she came down.

At what seemed like 100mph.

Body spinning as the slide spirals.

And came head down first towards the end.

I dived to catch her. I did. She had a mild splash and I could quickly restore her balance upright, hugged her and quickly carried her away from the dangerous landing zone where other kids came.

And then my heart sank.

She was in total shock. Her eyes were wide open and her face was pale. She didn’t move when I held her and soothe her.

She wasn’t ready but her ambition and my carelessness had shaken her so much that for the rest of the evening she hardly smiled and simply looked dazed.

Still, that wasn’t the main story I wanted to tell you. It’s what happened next.

After that we went to the swing – and she was too afraid to even swing mildly, so we continued to wander around the pool as she recomposed herself.

She went up the structure again, I joined her.

I discouraged her from the slide, and I brought her down.

She went up the structure again, climbing to higher ground, looked afar for mum, and then followed my lead to climb down again.

It was clear – she’s not giving up.

She was reassessing the situation.

She went up again, and this time… she stood firm at the entrance of the slide. The other kids had went away and she stared at the slide for a long time.

I asked her, “Do you want to take the slide?”

She mumbled carefully, “slide…”, by that she means affirmative but still concerned.

And it was at that point the epiphany hit me.

I’m her god damn dad. Slide down with her.

I must first clarify that I have had my fair share of bad roller coaster rides and phobia for fast uncontrollable means of transportation, something my wife still chides me for. Heights, water etc had been lifelong challenges I try to overcome but it doesn’t just go away. I have successfully stayed away from most activities I deem “harmful to health” or “risk of death” like sky-diving or scuba-diving. Officially I cherish my life and my safety over adrenaline rush, privately I just deal with the ghost in me.

And I have a daughter with more determination than her mum.

“I’m her god damn dad, if I don’t bring her down am I going to let her do the 180 degrees upside down ride again?”

But there was no time to lose. She already sat down at the tipping point, ready to make that journey again. I almost cried, sat down and grabbed her, and went down the double spiral.


And a painful *THUD*.

My ass hurt with joy. So did some other joints.

The mum was standing by, giving her approval. I was more concerned about the little one at that point – Did she enjoy it? Was it scary? Was she satisfied with a joint ride?

And she emerged looking so proud at me, but without the cheerfulness or silliness when we were playing. To her, that slide had just became the pinnacle of her life, her greatest achievement, the mountain she must conquer.

She pondered around the pool for a while, regained her footing, and went up the structure again.

I’m her god damn dad.


I guess it got easier after the first time, but old bones hurt real bad and I had to curl to protect her towards the end. Sorry, ass.

And then a 3rd time.

By then it was late and I happily accepted my wife’s suggestion that we clean up and bath.

* * *

On my own, I would never go down that slide. After this episode, I would still not go down that slide. That’s me, and people around me respect that, to which I appreciate greatly.

And I accepted this challenge to raise our girl into a fearless lady in this brave new world.

And thus, before I even know it, I just had my first taste of being push way, way out of my comfort zone by my 19 month old.

Love you, Yenn <3

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Preparing for a TEDx talk

I’ll be speaking at a TEDx event in KL in a few weeks time. The event is unique as it’s one of the rare TEDx that’s in Mandarin. Needless to say it’s a very challenging talk as the last time I did public speaking in Mandarin is probably 讲故事比赛 in primary school.


I’ve learned a few things so far:

  • Radio DJs do read your blog because they need to create relevant questions to ask you, so no matter how abandoned it seems, there’s always gonna be someone reading it
  • Being interviewed on a phone is not as bad as it seems. Before a camera one has to sit and look proper, which is totally my weakness. On a phone however, I could be dancing around the house to get the mind to expand my vocabulary (especially in Mandarin!!) at an instant
  • I didn’t know preparing for public speaking consumes me emotionally, and bleeds into my working environment. Need to find a way around it. So far one trick has worked, that is to repeat the same speech rather than always updating it to the latest and greatest content available.
  • Last but not least, never credit your photographer for every picture he took for you. Just like if you were to rearrange my music for your group’s specific need, just say you’re the arranger, it’s ok. Every artist I know makes deliberate decisions on their art. If you change it (crop, recolour, touch up etc.) it’s no longer the original work, and artists might not always want to be associated with it for professional integrity reasons primarily.

3 weeks to go! *back to slides*

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Home @ 35

AirstreamThis post is inspired by reading many accounts of Home (A Sense of Place) on the current issue of Stanford’s Alumni Magazine (if you’re interested).

Yes. Turned 35. Started a family, started a company. Own a home, drive a car. Materially, other than the fact that I’m still gambling a little by surviving on a pittance from weekend music arrangement work and some morning assembly shows, throwing everything else into growing the next unicorn, I have little doubt that I live an enviable quality of living. It affords me a psychological stability to take on risk that involves quantum leaps for the next phase of my life. And today (yesterday) would be a good checkpoint.

And that stability is crucial in playing the role of a dad, co-founder, husband, service provider etc. An article passed around in social media alleged that only the rich can take high risk for being an entrepreneur. Perhaps they are right – even if I don’t see that kind of money in my pocket, I must be at peace with what I already have in order to take longer term bets.

What I’m not fully at peace, at 35, is indeed this sense of place. Being very comfortable in Ang Mo Kio for the past decade, I’m firstly facing the challenge of having to uproot and move to the condo over in Hougang, which we got our keys a few weeks ago, once the renovation is done later this year. Settling in, including settling the 1-year-old in, will not only sap up time, money and energy, but also rock the very sense of place (basically this central region of AMK, Bishan, TPY) that has become so familiar to me.

Moreover, what one considers Home varies. One Portuguese novelist in the alumni mag explored the possibility that some feel at home when they are speaking a particular language. Or when they are in a constructed sense of place (e.g. in a novel). Or simply a loving friendship. Some I spoke to about this move countered that I should take solace in that I’m moving with my wife and daughter. Apart from the obvious physical relocation, I started wandering whether our family in AMK would be the same as our family in Hougang?

But it doesn’t end there. I want to have a clear sense of place, for myself, that can be logically projected into every facade of my life. For example, in the music world, it’s clear as day to me that my Home is with the wind band scene. I perform in orchestras since 13, I love taking up gigs with the brass quintet, but they are often me projecting out from a core sense of place – a tenor trombonist in approx 60 person wind group, playing every possible genre of music. Wind band is home.

In another example in the technology world, most people would know me as a connector stemming from many years of startup relations, business development and civil servant roles. But each of them are also projected out from a common base, which is one widely exposed generalist software developer wearing a computer science degree on one sleeve, and a fierce hustler attitude on the other. This sense of place translated well when I reprojected myself back into robotics. Comp Science is home.

All seemed clear except one small corner, when I hold my passport in my hands. In the past months, various events has brought me to rethink this concept of Home in the dimension of national identity. Here’re a few short stories:

1. Thanks and no thanks to SG50, I’ve arranged Home (Kit Chan) 4 times this year alone, and rejected 2 other request for arranging Home, and we’re still 2 weeks to NDP. Also, one of the projects that I ran for SG50 for the past year didn’t take off, but I was happy even though I spent countless hours interacting with arrangers on writing national songs, managing stakeholders and rights owners. People still download and perform the music – that’s most important to me.

2. In my constant interaction with Singaporeans about SAF (and this is with reference to the officer type, coz the band type I don’t get much of it), I always feel like people have to actively censor information, only for the reason that I haven’t served in the army, despite being a permanent resident here for the past decade. I am still considering whether they would stop doing that if I take another few weeks of my life before 37 to serve in the volunteer corp.

3. Between me and my wife, we have often talked about at least one of us becoming a citizen, primarily for the kid. It would be an unnecessary financial strain otherwise, contingent on the extended stay here. Who should relinquish the citizenship of their birth since there’s no way to hold both? The indirect question here is, what are the chances we would be forced to relocate again, such as overseas career move?

4. Professionally, as we’re aiming to build a regional business, we often need to rethink out branding and outlook. Do we introduce ourselves as a Singapore-based startup when pitching to Indonesians clients? Many Malaysian clients we pitch to dig through my personal background to verify my citizenship, despite me telling them I only come home for parents or for work – is my national identity critical to you hiring my company, or my locale?

Here are the hard questions put together in 1 breath: Does giving back to a Singaporean society make me less at home as a Malaysian? Would I ever consider Singapore home when Singaporeans build a wall around my inquisitive learning? Does changing the passport make any difference psychologically in recognising your home nationality? Does your nationality have to be public for the sake of work or simply feeling more at home?

For my birthday this year, I dropped out of attending some tech gatherings to spend the entire day with my family and in the evening 2 friends. We staked out at Satay by the Bay so that we can catch the aerial fly by and the fireworks for the NDP preview show. I ate so much siham and drank so much beer I became worried that this isn’t the cheapest place to binge. When the planes flew past our heads, I was thinking of the 4 summers I spent in Seattle, never missing a single show by the Blue Angels when they toured to Lake Washington.

It almost felt like Home could be in the skies…

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How To Use Dropbox – for Scores


Here’s what they call an “Idiot’s Guide” to using Dropbox, or I usually call “Cook Book”, written specially for my musician friends who after collaborating with me for years still find Dropbox hard to use.

Step 1: Prepare to use Dropbox

If anyone, whether it is me or your band leader tells you that you will be receiving scores via Dropbox, do yourself a favour and setup Dropbox on your devices for convenience. It includes:

  1. Get a Dropbox Account (my referral link here)
  2. Download to your computer, or install the App onto your mobile devices.

This step is actually optional for the lightest users, i.e. you will only receive scores.

Step 2: Receive a Link

Normally you will receive scores as a “Link“, not a Shared Folder. Why? Because scores are organised for you for read only. If you receive a shared folder, you might inadvertently edit or delete the scores.

Whether or not you have a Dropbox account, you can open a link.

When you receive the Link, do the following:

  1. Open the Link and verify that it’s correct
  2. Optionally, download or save the relevant file (e.g. your part or the conductor score or the MP3 etc.) so that you have a copy of the file on your computer. You can then print it.
  3. Or, you can save it to your Dropbox. This means duplicate it but in the cloud.

It’s important to know that when you receive a Link, you will not see it in your Dropbox. You only see Links you send others from your Dropbox.

Step 3: Advanced things to do with the Link

If you receive a link on your phone or tablet, you can open the link in the app.

When you see your part, select the Favourite (star) icon so that it’s cached in the app. Some band rooms have bad connectivity and you don’t want the score to be downloaded over and over again.

Unfortunately Dropbox still don’t have a basic annotation tool, because this happens usually when some score wasn’t printed or you forgot to bring the printed score. Tentative measure is to use the Comment tool and type in English. Alternative is to open the PDF in another app that has annotation.

Step 4: Collaborating to put the library together

At some point you will be asked to the provider. Maybe you’re the librarian, maybe you’re the music arranger or composer. In this case, you will be given access to the “Shared Folder“.

Few important things to know about participating in a Shared Folder:

  • If your local Dropbox is turned on (which it is if you did step 1 and didn’t set it to not autostart), whatever you change in the Share Folder will immediately change on everyone’s computer as well. This is Dropbox black magic 101 and it is irritating as hell if you use the Dropbox folder as your working folder and save your file every few seconds. Please – work somewhere else and only move the file to the Dropbox folder when you’re done.
  • Your quota will be used. Dropbox has some sophisticated math behind their Shared Folder, which counts the total size of the Shared Folder against every participant. Something like, if 3 persons share a folder that’s 30MB in size, Dropbox will count 10MB against everyone’s quota.
  • Because often the Shared Folder is also the same folder where a Link a generated to be shared with the whole band, you don’t want to keep changing the files in the Shared Folder, as different people in the band will end up getting versions of your score!! The simplest remedy for edits done after the Link has been sent out, is to version your score, both in the file name and the title of the score, so that musicians can verify for themselves if they downloaded too early.

Conclusion, “Learn More” is your friend. Click and read it anywhere you see it. Don’t just use, use with understanding.

Any other tips you want me to add to this list? Let me know!

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Being a boss and being a friend

Recent events in my life greatly dampened my spirit, but I’m not going to let it pull me down. Especially when I realise I’m still so blessed to have many mentors in my life who cared for me even though I had more often than not been trouble to them.

Still, the recent events made me reflect very deeply into people management, motivating staff, team dynamics and other things that comes with trying to be a good boss. I write this here as a public reflection because I think I want my staff to know this, besides benefiting anyone interested to get another perspective on being a boss.

The myth of the tortured artist

Let’s start from the fundamentals. Each person is different when it comes to employment. Some prefer guidance while others prefer autonomy. Even though I came from the later tradition, for me to lead people who want guidance outright turns out to be the simpler option. Through a combination of clear vision, “carrot and stick”, and helping people scope and execute, I rely on this great strength when commanding a larger team of do-ers. As long as everyone’s attitude is right, heart is right (taken for granted in this article as it’s a subject for great debate in itself), usually people will buy into my style of leadership and fight hand-in-hand with full responsibility and pride.

It’s the ones who wants autonomy that turns out to be harder. 6 years ago I saw myself preferring my own bosses to simply set general direction and leave me alone, and I’ll come back with results that surpasses all their expectations. And I thought I was doing great. Until, I had people do that to me. Turns out that people who want these autonomy are also very forceful in their personality, so much so that one has to constantly get hurt, swallow it, and keep putting up with the cordial front that would hopefully rub the ego of the staff the right way, in order to achieve the greater goal of the company.

Most of the time it’s not the idea itself, or even the work. Many young hot blooded man and women have stood up for what they believe, by putting their ideas in to action. These are people who “can think”, is “creative and disruptive”, can “design solutions”, etc. In one previous position I was at, we mistakenly labelled these people tortured artists, and the label stuck. The most common mistake these artists made is the approach taken to engage stakeholders, in this specific case, the boss. Upon reflection, there are many tortured artists who work in silence, prefer to engage only intellectually, and do not require validation from the organization. It’s the ones who confronts everyone, the ones who “engage stakeholders” with a loaded gun on people’s head, that set bosses reeling.

I also realise that, to have a strong team, I don’t always need to have these tortured artist who could forge a new insightful future. As long as everyone’s attitude towards professional work is positive, everyone’s contribution are welcomed because many ideas in this world need a team to make happen. There are exceptions of course (my solo dabbling into music arrangement being a great example), but by and large, companies succeed by having all hands on deck, teams succeed when the boss takes in all the eccentricities of their staff and still presents him or herself professionally, provide a plausible path to victory that’s inclusive of everyone’s dreams, and hustle everyone.

The myth of being your friend

The next point is a bit sadder. I have always tried to connect with people personally. Like, really personally and deeply. One of the push factor I had when I worked in US was that I realise the general work population there don’t connect as deeply with you as people here (in Singapore/Malaysia). Turns out that not only was I wrong (again), I was directly feeding into this almost 三姑六婆 (“nosy aunty”) style of friendship, and it’s finally biting me really hard.

I often lament why I don’t have friends like I had in high school, where there were no secrets between us, no walls, raw and brutal, even though we work together for projects, activities, and everything, and even have protocols (e.g. in band, we call our seniors ‘sir’ and ‘madam’). Maybe it’s true that you don’t get another chance at high school. Everyone was going through identity crisis and searching for themselves then, so there’s nothing to lose for being an honest teenage broncin’ buck.

But in adulthood, things are a bit different. Everyone brings a bit of their past to the table, which includes the good and the not so good. The good is usually what one is hired for, the potential to fit into a particular role of an organization and would hopefully make a difference. The not so good, is usually suppressed at an individual level. You don’t bring up how you were fired in your last job, for example. You don’t tell everyone your private pet peeves, because it has absolutely nothing to do with work, right?

Personalities and past experiences, unfortunately, bleeds into the workplace. And like a raven, I slurped in all these like a savage whenever I am given the opportunity. There’s a bit of secret about how my mind works (that thanks to Mark I manage to quantify): growing up an introvert and an insecure socialite, I build complete logical structures of all knowledge in my mind – everything has its place, its reason – including of every person I meet. I rely on this “program” to interact with people. And thus, the good, the not so good, all gets built into the knowledge tree.

Put that in the context of me being a boss. Now that I have varying degrees of understandings of each of my staff in my mind, I suddenly need to be extremely measured about how I reveal that to others. If I expose my staff’s not so good, even in private, my staff would not be able to defend his front that he brought to this organization. On the other hand, I have a better chance at motivating my staff, if I associate his good with the charter of the team, the goals of the organization, and let the person see how his ego can be rubbed when the organization succeeds.

I finally fully appreciate when people bring up the phrase 没有办法下台 (didn’t let the person off the stage). To be an objective boss means to have my role interface with my staff’s role, not for me the person to interface with him or her the person, by which I mean being friends with my staff. In itself, being friends is such an overloaded and multi-connotation thing – everyone has a different idea of what is it to be a friend (vs acquaintance, vs contact etc.), trying too hard to connect with one’s staff at a personal level can potentially be detrimental not just to the company but to both party’s emotional well being.

So, we can’t be friends. In fact, there might not be such a thing in life as a friend when professional work is concerned. This dark conclusion naturally has its exceptions, and that’s what it should be – an exception. For many years, I was operating where trying to be your high school friend was the norm, doesn’t matter if you were a colleague, a vendor or a customer, because I felt that connecting with people and receiving reciprocity gave my life meaning. Now I have to operate to find where people are willing to be an exception to the opposite rule, where people first play their role in the company, and give each other space to be honest and brutal about life only if there’s sufficient accrued good relationships at work.

* * *

I hope from now on, I won’t take personal relationships for granted. Friendship and autonomy are earned, much like trust is earned. It takes one mistake to break all the trust that was built up over the years; similarly, for a large set of workplace friendship, it can take just one unnecessary “offside” to break through the other person’s facade and lose the friendship that was built up.

Put it in my high school level language: Better be fake and only be real when you’re sure the other person’s heart won’t break. It’s just business.

Comments discussions disagreements agreements welcomed.

p/s for those who fall into my exception list (you guys know who you are) – thank you for taking shit from me and still loving me. I love you all.

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Mourning gaining momentum

Lying In State

Wow the mourning week has been getting more and more interesting by the day!

It’s Friday now and I’ve just gotten out of the hall of Parliament House, still feeling slight regret that I did not have the heart to approach the coffin even though I didn’t have to deal with barriers and ushers being on the other side, but certainly satisfied by the 15 minutes that I got to keep vigil over the man, as the music I wrote was performed for the occasion. All this as the public who waited or 8-10 hours got ushered along without any opportunity to stop.

Also glad that even though no photography and videography was allowed, the recording of the music was not explicitly stopped. So much to process, decide, and then seek permission to release. And that’s not the end – there’ll still be another band dedication tomorrow evening. Probably only skipping the final day and staying with the TV.

The day time weather today was really unforgiving. Exactly 1 year ago, I recalled the weeks as we were preparing for Hwa Chong’s 95th anniversary concert around late March, with only rain upon us around concert dates. This year it felt the same – the showers came just last week, and now, back to the scorching hot sun.

This made the sight of thousands and thousands in the Padang area really unbearable to me, as I drove one huge round to find parking. I didn’t expect anyone to drive – the 8 hour wait would make parking unnecessarily expensive. But I was wrong – and even car parks as far as Central had 4 out of 6 floors full.

* * *

This entire week I made a lot of small talk about the grand old man, and it’s really insightful, especially when talking to Singaporeans above a certain age, to learn about what is on the front of their minds.

For me personally it was less about the man (I hardly knew him), but all about the unbelievable mobilisation of the people which I described in my last post.

For some though, it was the lament about the victors writing history. There was no dedication from Ong Teng Cheong for example. Lim Chin Siong was mentioned and put clearly in the light of evil. And so on. Papers gave selective coverage of who visited, Chiam See Tong’s being the most poignant to me.

For some, it was the realisation and amazement that foreigners joined that queue they wished it was pure blood Singaporean, or, themselves the foreigners (PRs included) who did so. There were some interesting anecdotes. One came because her mother from Malaysia who rarely comes to Singapore _insisted_ that her daughter go queue up and pay respects for her. Another brought friends and family who were visiting Singapore through the ordeal.

Probably the most interesting one was a discussion on whether the grand old man is the leaf or the root. I had this lingering doubt when deciding on the style of music I had to write. To portray him as a big root, without which the tree will have to stand hollow on less reliable roots, would be to adopt absolutes, such as conclusive cadences, lament motives, and deep in minor harmonic choices. On the other hand, portraying him as a leaf would entail lots of fleeting harmonies that moves with the wind, but never actually resolving into a perfect cadence before it lands. I choice the later, (mis)using many modern sevenths progressions to lighten the feel, but still tumbled and roll around step wise bass walking line to add to the gravity of the matter (lest a piece be misinterpreted as impressionism). Add a sprinkle of augmented fifths when reaching out to the stars and hollowing out emotions, and diminished sevenths for the heartache phrase endings, and you get yourself a modern requiem.

But when I discussed this with another person, although he also concluded: leaf, it was said clearly as a sign of disapproval. It took a lot for the person to be honest, in private. The real gravity of the matter to him was precisely too many people will misinterpret this grand lying-in-state as the “root” story, prolonging the ruling power for another 20 years just like that, lest the tree comes crumbling down before you know it.

We sometimes listen to music and just let it wash past our ears. Have we even wonder why certain choices were made?

I do, always, but even more so as I grow older and more sensitive. That’s also because now that I have to pen things down of that have much more gravity, I can’t afford to neglect the tiniest of misinterpretations that might follow.

Another day beckons.

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Another well written piece

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