Thursday, October 1, 2015
pangdemonium's frozen
It was interesting what took centre stage in my heart and mind. There were emotional bits in me in response to the play. Felt the grieve and guts of a mother who lost her child to a criminal whom she had seemingly forgiven. But, more keenly felt, the intellectual part. The delving into the criminal mind and human heart was intriguing. A criminal who had a haunted past. Is such a criminal capable of true remorse? Is it a crime of evil or a crime of illness? A revelation at the end made me examine that question further. Each character, frozen in his own struggle and yet intertwined with that of others, trying to unthaw in his search for what's humane before complete self-destruction. Kudos to the actors at Pangdemonium who brought out the essence, whatever that may be for you.
don't be stingy now
some days ago, i was just browsing through some rally speeches and some interviews. chee soon juan, sun xueling, han hui hui, kervyn lim, just to name a few, and then tin pei ling.
5 years ago, in a few interviews with tin pei ling, she was often asked on her views about the saga that surrounded her. it came to a point when she said she had learnt to accept it and more than once, she reiterated that her way forward was to prove through her actions that she was ready to serve the community come what may. though she sounded somewhat jittery at some points when the reporter pressed in with more questions of such nature, her demeanor was one that revealed a quiet determination to bite the bullet, go through the baptism of fire so to speak and move on to do what she had set out to do. i was neither for nor against her but i imagined myself in her shoes. how tremendous the pressure must be.
5 years later, one can tell that she's more confident now and sends a clearer message about her stand on some community issues, whether at the launch of the people's party's manifesto or at the interviews. judging from the public members' responses to her at her speech rally, it was obvious that there were many with whom she had personally connected and reached out to. has she emerged as gold refined by fire? i believe you can come to your own conclusion. one can't fake convictions for that long. whatever you sow will ultimately show in the fruits and i would say she has shown true mettle in her political journey so far. whichever party you support, i’m sure you’d agree it’s only right to give credit where it’s due; to encourage a fellow human being, not least a singaporean, by acknowledging her courage to ride through the storms.
those who were generous with your criticisms, don't be stingy with your affirmation now. Tin Pei Ling, this is for you.
5 years ago, in a few interviews with tin pei ling, she was often asked on her views about the saga that surrounded her. it came to a point when she said she had learnt to accept it and more than once, she reiterated that her way forward was to prove through her actions that she was ready to serve the community come what may. though she sounded somewhat jittery at some points when the reporter pressed in with more questions of such nature, her demeanor was one that revealed a quiet determination to bite the bullet, go through the baptism of fire so to speak and move on to do what she had set out to do. i was neither for nor against her but i imagined myself in her shoes. how tremendous the pressure must be.
5 years later, one can tell that she's more confident now and sends a clearer message about her stand on some community issues, whether at the launch of the people's party's manifesto or at the interviews. judging from the public members' responses to her at her speech rally, it was obvious that there were many with whom she had personally connected and reached out to. has she emerged as gold refined by fire? i believe you can come to your own conclusion. one can't fake convictions for that long. whatever you sow will ultimately show in the fruits and i would say she has shown true mettle in her political journey so far. whichever party you support, i’m sure you’d agree it’s only right to give credit where it’s due; to encourage a fellow human being, not least a singaporean, by acknowledging her courage to ride through the storms.
those who were generous with your criticisms, don't be stingy with your affirmation now. Tin Pei Ling, this is for you.
wally tham's post
particularly, i like the part on own the result. no one is less intelligent or less singaporean because of this. well said Wally.
when some people say vote "wisely", it refers to voting for the PAP. really? it could be for WP seen from the other side of the coin. at the end of the day, the way i see it, no one ends up being more wise than the other.
i think that people make their own choices based on their own understanding. that takes courage, whichever side they stand on. no struggle should be made light of or ridiculed. that being said, kudos to all candidates who fought a good fight.
singaporeans cannot complain anymore? really? i thought it's in our blood. tell me the day when you go on a trip with singaporeans and you don't hear a single complaint.
we have no democracy just because there's a landslide victory for one party? i'm not sure what logic it goes by. do we then have democracy if it swings a bit more towards the other way? i thought democracy simply means, according to the dictionary, a form of government in which people choose leaders by voting. we voted, didn't we? and having served as one of the presiding officers at a polling station witnessing all that went on, together with the polling agents from the parties, the proceedings were fair and square. great care was taken to ensure that. down to the colour of our attire, specific instructions were given. no one was coerced nor influenced to make a choice other than their own.
we are stuck? yes, we are stuck in singapore if you don't choose to move elsewhere. meanwhile, we can certainly do what we can to make it better.
a number of the candidates, whether they were elected or not, said that they would continue to serve. i'm heartened. that should be the way. and we as the people can certainly do our part as well. it does not fall squarely on the leaders.
the leader leads but it's the people who truly rule if we stand united for the common good and vision, vote or no vote.
so thanks Wally, i will choose Hope and i will choose Love.
Wally Tham’s post
Circulating right now:
"Singaporeans cannot complain anymore..."
"This proves we do not have a democracy..."
"You made your choice and now we are stuck..."
For your consideration:
KEEP COMPLAINING. If you see injustice, call it out.Or better yet, give feedback. Prove to yourself that this PAP government is responsive.
OWN THE RESULT. People chose. People like you and me. They are not less intelligent or less Singaporean because of this. They probably love the food you love and listen to the same music.
If we continue finding reasons to hate on each other, then whatever grand plans you held for Singapore on Sept 10th were not gonna bring us forward anyway.
CHOOSE HOPE. Participate in the community, be part of the many schemes, ground up movements, VWOs who don't just need money but passionate people who want to see less inequality and more care for the vulnerable.
CHOOSE LOVE: I don't know when anger made something better.I really can't recall the last time it did. Any sustained action, every commitment I made that resulted in anything was made in love.So be kind to yourself. This is not the end. There are many who love this little rock in the ocean. Find them and create more than a vote for a party.
Go talk to those cardboard aunties so they will become more than the 2 dimensional brickbat that got tossed around for months.
Go help with families in the 1 room flats. It will take more than money to bring them out of some of their problems. Some need good friends with your skills and wisdom.
If you are unsure on where to start, PM me, or check out Peace Connect at North Bridge Road.
We can do this guys.
We are so much more powerful than our vote.
when some people say vote "wisely", it refers to voting for the PAP. really? it could be for WP seen from the other side of the coin. at the end of the day, the way i see it, no one ends up being more wise than the other.
i think that people make their own choices based on their own understanding. that takes courage, whichever side they stand on. no struggle should be made light of or ridiculed. that being said, kudos to all candidates who fought a good fight.
singaporeans cannot complain anymore? really? i thought it's in our blood. tell me the day when you go on a trip with singaporeans and you don't hear a single complaint.
we have no democracy just because there's a landslide victory for one party? i'm not sure what logic it goes by. do we then have democracy if it swings a bit more towards the other way? i thought democracy simply means, according to the dictionary, a form of government in which people choose leaders by voting. we voted, didn't we? and having served as one of the presiding officers at a polling station witnessing all that went on, together with the polling agents from the parties, the proceedings were fair and square. great care was taken to ensure that. down to the colour of our attire, specific instructions were given. no one was coerced nor influenced to make a choice other than their own.
we are stuck? yes, we are stuck in singapore if you don't choose to move elsewhere. meanwhile, we can certainly do what we can to make it better.
a number of the candidates, whether they were elected or not, said that they would continue to serve. i'm heartened. that should be the way. and we as the people can certainly do our part as well. it does not fall squarely on the leaders.
the leader leads but it's the people who truly rule if we stand united for the common good and vision, vote or no vote.
so thanks Wally, i will choose Hope and i will choose Love.
Wally Tham’s post
Circulating right now:
"Singaporeans cannot complain anymore..."
"This proves we do not have a democracy..."
"You made your choice and now we are stuck..."
For your consideration:
KEEP COMPLAINING. If you see injustice, call it out.Or better yet, give feedback. Prove to yourself that this PAP government is responsive.
OWN THE RESULT. People chose. People like you and me. They are not less intelligent or less Singaporean because of this. They probably love the food you love and listen to the same music.
If we continue finding reasons to hate on each other, then whatever grand plans you held for Singapore on Sept 10th were not gonna bring us forward anyway.
CHOOSE HOPE. Participate in the community, be part of the many schemes, ground up movements, VWOs who don't just need money but passionate people who want to see less inequality and more care for the vulnerable.
CHOOSE LOVE: I don't know when anger made something better.I really can't recall the last time it did. Any sustained action, every commitment I made that resulted in anything was made in love.So be kind to yourself. This is not the end. There are many who love this little rock in the ocean. Find them and create more than a vote for a party.
Go talk to those cardboard aunties so they will become more than the 2 dimensional brickbat that got tossed around for months.
Go help with families in the 1 room flats. It will take more than money to bring them out of some of their problems. Some need good friends with your skills and wisdom.
If you are unsure on where to start, PM me, or check out Peace Connect at North Bridge Road.
We can do this guys.
We are so much more powerful than our vote.
my political affiliation
another heartfelt sharing in the right spirit. "I wrote previously that winning isn't everything and the manner of the contest and our contribution to the continuing democratic process is far more important."
daniel goh was mentioned in ben leong's entry and they are colleagues although their political affiliations are different. i'm sharing these 2 entries side by side to show that perhaps, it's not that impossible to work together towards a greater good.
"why can't we choose the candidates (we think can do the job) from different parties to sit in a GRC together?" an interesting thought posed by many. that would probably help many out of their dilemma.
so i decided. i have an affiliation. it's with singapore.
Daniel Goh’s post
Standing in the middle of the school hall last night, I surveyed the will of the people stacking up in crosses all around me. I was nervous at first, but at the exact moment that I realised we had lost, a peace came unto me. It was done. I shook the hands of our tearing counting agents and couldn't thank them enough. I shook the hands of the PAP counting agents, who respectfully wished me the best and gave me a slight bow even. I walked downstairs to join Allan and my wife. Allan seemed surprised by my calm as I told them we have lost by a landslide. My wife knew where I was, in my meditation zone.
The people has spoken and the collective wisdom is always right. Analysts will fall over one another in the coming weeks to discern the hearts of voters. For me, the meaning of the results is clear. It is a ringing endorsement of the PAP's programme of going back to its centre-left roots and PM Lee's leadership. It is also a nod to WP's brand of rational and responsible politics, since the seats won in GE2011 were returned. But with caveats: work harder, and buck up, in both town management and Parliament; less egoism and opportunism, more depth, humility and courage, more listening and walking.
I wrote previously that winning isn't everything and the manner of the contest and our contribution to the continuing democratic process is far more important. I am especially proud of my teammates and volunteers and thankful for those of you who wrote to me with heartfelt words of support. I am very touched by a strong PAP supporter writing me a long letter of encouragement, because he too believe we need to move beyond cynical politics and venom we witnessed this season. My hope is that the PAP will use this to change its DNA further and return to servant-leadership away from princely self-righteousness. My work is to continue this national service to build up the WP as a credible choice and voice to keep the iron in Singapore's veins.
In the end all that matters is we found the time to love, and it is the time now, again, to do so with our families, friends and fellow countrymen and women. No politics of hate for me. Time for our thank you parade!
daniel goh was mentioned in ben leong's entry and they are colleagues although their political affiliations are different. i'm sharing these 2 entries side by side to show that perhaps, it's not that impossible to work together towards a greater good.
"why can't we choose the candidates (we think can do the job) from different parties to sit in a GRC together?" an interesting thought posed by many. that would probably help many out of their dilemma.
so i decided. i have an affiliation. it's with singapore.
Daniel Goh’s post
Standing in the middle of the school hall last night, I surveyed the will of the people stacking up in crosses all around me. I was nervous at first, but at the exact moment that I realised we had lost, a peace came unto me. It was done. I shook the hands of our tearing counting agents and couldn't thank them enough. I shook the hands of the PAP counting agents, who respectfully wished me the best and gave me a slight bow even. I walked downstairs to join Allan and my wife. Allan seemed surprised by my calm as I told them we have lost by a landslide. My wife knew where I was, in my meditation zone.
The people has spoken and the collective wisdom is always right. Analysts will fall over one another in the coming weeks to discern the hearts of voters. For me, the meaning of the results is clear. It is a ringing endorsement of the PAP's programme of going back to its centre-left roots and PM Lee's leadership. It is also a nod to WP's brand of rational and responsible politics, since the seats won in GE2011 were returned. But with caveats: work harder, and buck up, in both town management and Parliament; less egoism and opportunism, more depth, humility and courage, more listening and walking.
I wrote previously that winning isn't everything and the manner of the contest and our contribution to the continuing democratic process is far more important. I am especially proud of my teammates and volunteers and thankful for those of you who wrote to me with heartfelt words of support. I am very touched by a strong PAP supporter writing me a long letter of encouragement, because he too believe we need to move beyond cynical politics and venom we witnessed this season. My hope is that the PAP will use this to change its DNA further and return to servant-leadership away from princely self-righteousness. My work is to continue this national service to build up the WP as a credible choice and voice to keep the iron in Singapore's veins.
In the end all that matters is we found the time to love, and it is the time now, again, to do so with our families, friends and fellow countrymen and women. No politics of hate for me. Time for our thank you parade!
7 Letters
Anyway, I just watched the 7 letters with my bro this morning. Thought I wouldn't cry at the last one but I still did. My bro, too. I've never watched any movie twice but I'm glad I did for this one.
The stories which didn't leave a deep impression before now did.
Now, I feel the Indian guy's struggle and admire the Indian lady's courage to stand up to her father-in-law because of a Flame (title of film) in her, not wanting her unborn child to be a 2nd class citizen in another country. "Home is the journey back to oneself." quotes K Rajahgopal the filmmaker.
Title of next film - Pineapple town. Why did that mom go to all that trouble to find her daughter's birth mother? I realised it was to let her know her roots. "We are what we know." quotes Tan Pin Pin the filmmaker. I like the last part, clever technique of presenting the vantage point of someone in a moving vehicle watching as the little girl had a photo taken beside the big pineapple sculpture - as if her birth mom was in the car watching as it zoomed past.
After watching 7 letters, my bro says it brought back not only memories but nostalgic feelings that warm the heart.
The stories which didn't leave a deep impression before now did.
Now, I feel the Indian guy's struggle and admire the Indian lady's courage to stand up to her father-in-law because of a Flame (title of film) in her, not wanting her unborn child to be a 2nd class citizen in another country. "Home is the journey back to oneself." quotes K Rajahgopal the filmmaker.
Title of next film - Pineapple town. Why did that mom go to all that trouble to find her daughter's birth mother? I realised it was to let her know her roots. "We are what we know." quotes Tan Pin Pin the filmmaker. I like the last part, clever technique of presenting the vantage point of someone in a moving vehicle watching as the little girl had a photo taken beside the big pineapple sculpture - as if her birth mom was in the car watching as it zoomed past.
After watching 7 letters, my bro says it brought back not only memories but nostalgic feelings that warm the heart.
Saturday, May 30, 2015
lor mee
it looked so good and tasted so heavenly
that my friend asked me for the recipe.
that my friend asked me for the recipe.
i asked dad.
he looked pleased =j
养身道
dad's magic pot of succulent tao pok, mushrooms, garlics and sometimes gojis. part talent, part inheritance from dear granny.
three dishes one soup 三菜一汤
granny is 87 years old this year. dad is 63.
he stays at home to look after her full time.
whips up these simple but wonderful dishes.
to me, they are delicacies.
glorious omelette
look at the colour. golden brown.
one bite into it and you can feel its juice oozing into your mouth.
that's how good it is. dad, you are awesome! just like granny.
Saturday, March 28, 2015
remembering mr lee kuan yew (1923 - 2015)
May I share my own personal experience. I don't exactly lack interest in political matters, I mean I read the news but I don't dabble too much in politics, of any kind. I also refrain from making comments unless I know a subject matter somewhat well. So, I have to admit, I didn't pay too much attention to national day speeches, rallies and world happenings until in recent years. If I were to really reflect deeply, I probably belong to the group that Mr Lee mentioned in one of his speeches, the complacent group that thinks Singapore will always remain stable and takes it for granted. For someone who is rather apolitical, what I have seen, heard and felt at Mr Lee's passing during this week of mourning caught me off guard totally. I knew that Mr Lee did a lot for us but I did not know it was that tremendous. He devoted his entire life to Singapore, even to the very last day of his life.
Since the passing of Mr Lee, a lot of resources about him have been shared with the schools so that we could share them with the children. As I read about Mr Lee's work and watched his speeches in preparation for the lesson, before I could even start to share with the children, a rush of emotions and gratitude washed over me. I choked with tears. My colleague had to take over for a while. It was not something I expected. What an irony to discover that I was prepared and yet, in a big way, I was not. On retrospect, I realised that I had cried for various reasons : I was deeply moved by Mr Lee's love for Singapore and I felt a wave of regret that I did not show my appreciation to him when he was still alive.
I was touched to the core by his strong passion and unflinching conviction for what he has set out to do for our country, for our future. Whether one knows him personally or not, I would like to believe it would be hard for anyone who have heard of his life story to remain untouched and uninspired. In one of the pictures in the slides, Mr Lee was holding a broom and sweeping the streets of Singapore, literally, with a vision of a cleaner and greener home for everyone. A humble leader who will do absolutely anything for his country. Make no mistake about it.
Along with my colleagues, the school bookshop auntie, a primary two child who was her grandchild, and the vegetarian canteen stall auntie who was half limping, I joined the queue yesterday from about 3.45pm to about 9pm. While I can also show my appreciation and pay my respect to Mr Lee in other ways without joining the long queue under the blazing sun, something inside me pushed away the deterring thoughts and my determination took over. I was glad that I went. The long wait would be peanuts compared to the 52 years Mr Lee had put in for Singapore. In fact, there was no basis for comparison.
What I have experienced along the way would always be etched deep in my mind. The crowd was orderly. There were officers pointing out the priority route to those who needed it. At the tentage area, beverages and fans were offered. And mind you, it wasn't just plain mineral water, cold herbal drinks were offered too. Every now and then, a soldier would come and share with us the approximate length of waiting and informed us that it would be a long walk thereafter; so we were advised to sit in order to rest our feet in preparation for the journey ahead. I thought about how it would be like if it was a queue for an emergency situation instead? Would we still be as calm and patient and congenial as this? A sense of pride swelled in me. I think we would respond in the best way we can.
As we moved on, while there were some chitchats, most of us were just quietly waiting and moving along when the queue moved. Good Samaritans were giving out umbrellas, food, drinks, wet tissue. It was obvious some of them bought them out of their own pocket. There was this lady holding a Watson's plastic bag and she took out a big pack of wet tissue and started distributing. One other man was giving out black ribbons and safety pins so that people could choose to wear them as a sign of mourning. As we passed the Cenotaph, a few guys were literally sprinkling water at the people to cool them down. It was really innovative what they did to the bottles. I looked closely and saw there were many many holes, poked throughout, in the middle of the bottle; and they bent it so that water spewed out. I imagined us to be parched but happy plants to be sprinkled with water like this. Another guy who was distributing water with a smile sang, as if he was performing in a musical, "Would you take some water?" Despite my heavy heart, I couldn't help but be touched and I smiled. As it was getting darker and nearer to dinnertime as we moved along, we saw something rather interesting; two ladies were eating fishball noodles, straight out of a take-away tupperware. We marvel at their logistical ingenuity. However, we were not exactly hungry.
May I also mention that my principal was very kind. He carried my heavy bag of worksheets for a big part of the way. I didn't ask him for permission to share this and he probably would not know about this but I suppose it doesn't matter, appreciation, as long as it's heartfelt, should cut across ranks and situations.
The little girl was getting tired but she tried her best to move along with us. She found ways to entertain herself and I was amused at her antics. Every now and then, at brief or prolonged stops, as we moved closer to our intended destination, she would find a comfortable spot and sit down. That was how she spurred herself on. At one point when London Choco Roll was being distributed, her whole body became alive. According to her grandma, she loved chocolate. No wonder. It was a lifesaver. Whoever bought those, thank you for knowing just what the kids needed!
Her gandma also shared some of her life experiences as a child during the earlier eras of Singapore. She shared about how scared she was during one of the riots, when she was just 4, she was brought to the police station and everyone was seeking shelter there. She also shared about what used to be a stretch of waters along Beach road and she strolled on the banks. We were truly privileged to be in her company and it made the walk all the more meaningful as we thought about how far Mr Lee has brought us.
Through it all, I felt it deeply for myself; Mr Lee's love for Singapore has reached deep into the hearts of the people. This is his legacy. Mr Lee, thank you for having the courage to march forward despite the dark times, for keeping to your promises, for forging friendships with other countries, for being such an astute leader that many other leaders were influenced positively by you, for always referring to 'we' and not 'I' when talking about the work done and for envisioning Singapore to be what it is today, but most of all, thank you for thinking of how to make Singapore beautiful and better, every single day of your life. You have given so much for us and for our future generations. For that, I am truly grateful and would build on your legacy by educating our young to be responsible citizens who love their country.
Since the passing of Mr Lee, a lot of resources about him have been shared with the schools so that we could share them with the children. As I read about Mr Lee's work and watched his speeches in preparation for the lesson, before I could even start to share with the children, a rush of emotions and gratitude washed over me. I choked with tears. My colleague had to take over for a while. It was not something I expected. What an irony to discover that I was prepared and yet, in a big way, I was not. On retrospect, I realised that I had cried for various reasons : I was deeply moved by Mr Lee's love for Singapore and I felt a wave of regret that I did not show my appreciation to him when he was still alive.
I was touched to the core by his strong passion and unflinching conviction for what he has set out to do for our country, for our future. Whether one knows him personally or not, I would like to believe it would be hard for anyone who have heard of his life story to remain untouched and uninspired. In one of the pictures in the slides, Mr Lee was holding a broom and sweeping the streets of Singapore, literally, with a vision of a cleaner and greener home for everyone. A humble leader who will do absolutely anything for his country. Make no mistake about it.
Along with my colleagues, the school bookshop auntie, a primary two child who was her grandchild, and the vegetarian canteen stall auntie who was half limping, I joined the queue yesterday from about 3.45pm to about 9pm. While I can also show my appreciation and pay my respect to Mr Lee in other ways without joining the long queue under the blazing sun, something inside me pushed away the deterring thoughts and my determination took over. I was glad that I went. The long wait would be peanuts compared to the 52 years Mr Lee had put in for Singapore. In fact, there was no basis for comparison.
What I have experienced along the way would always be etched deep in my mind. The crowd was orderly. There were officers pointing out the priority route to those who needed it. At the tentage area, beverages and fans were offered. And mind you, it wasn't just plain mineral water, cold herbal drinks were offered too. Every now and then, a soldier would come and share with us the approximate length of waiting and informed us that it would be a long walk thereafter; so we were advised to sit in order to rest our feet in preparation for the journey ahead. I thought about how it would be like if it was a queue for an emergency situation instead? Would we still be as calm and patient and congenial as this? A sense of pride swelled in me. I think we would respond in the best way we can.
As we moved on, while there were some chitchats, most of us were just quietly waiting and moving along when the queue moved. Good Samaritans were giving out umbrellas, food, drinks, wet tissue. It was obvious some of them bought them out of their own pocket. There was this lady holding a Watson's plastic bag and she took out a big pack of wet tissue and started distributing. One other man was giving out black ribbons and safety pins so that people could choose to wear them as a sign of mourning. As we passed the Cenotaph, a few guys were literally sprinkling water at the people to cool them down. It was really innovative what they did to the bottles. I looked closely and saw there were many many holes, poked throughout, in the middle of the bottle; and they bent it so that water spewed out. I imagined us to be parched but happy plants to be sprinkled with water like this. Another guy who was distributing water with a smile sang, as if he was performing in a musical, "Would you take some water?" Despite my heavy heart, I couldn't help but be touched and I smiled. As it was getting darker and nearer to dinnertime as we moved along, we saw something rather interesting; two ladies were eating fishball noodles, straight out of a take-away tupperware. We marvel at their logistical ingenuity. However, we were not exactly hungry.
May I also mention that my principal was very kind. He carried my heavy bag of worksheets for a big part of the way. I didn't ask him for permission to share this and he probably would not know about this but I suppose it doesn't matter, appreciation, as long as it's heartfelt, should cut across ranks and situations.
The little girl was getting tired but she tried her best to move along with us. She found ways to entertain herself and I was amused at her antics. Every now and then, at brief or prolonged stops, as we moved closer to our intended destination, she would find a comfortable spot and sit down. That was how she spurred herself on. At one point when London Choco Roll was being distributed, her whole body became alive. According to her grandma, she loved chocolate. No wonder. It was a lifesaver. Whoever bought those, thank you for knowing just what the kids needed!
Her gandma also shared some of her life experiences as a child during the earlier eras of Singapore. She shared about how scared she was during one of the riots, when she was just 4, she was brought to the police station and everyone was seeking shelter there. She also shared about what used to be a stretch of waters along Beach road and she strolled on the banks. We were truly privileged to be in her company and it made the walk all the more meaningful as we thought about how far Mr Lee has brought us.
Through it all, I felt it deeply for myself; Mr Lee's love for Singapore has reached deep into the hearts of the people. This is his legacy. Mr Lee, thank you for having the courage to march forward despite the dark times, for keeping to your promises, for forging friendships with other countries, for being such an astute leader that many other leaders were influenced positively by you, for always referring to 'we' and not 'I' when talking about the work done and for envisioning Singapore to be what it is today, but most of all, thank you for thinking of how to make Singapore beautiful and better, every single day of your life. You have given so much for us and for our future generations. For that, I am truly grateful and would build on your legacy by educating our young to be responsible citizens who love their country.
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