Sunday, April 19, 2009

My Reflections

On the mornings of Tuesdays and Fridays, I can’t help but smile in anticipation of the “adventure” I will embark upon in the class. My intention of signing up for this module is to enhance my verbal and written skills; reflecting on the works on the past 3 months, I believe I have fulfilled my goal. I’m in fact thankful, because what I am taking with me out of this module is more than that of I bargained for.

I value the opportunity to be able to voice out my opinions in the class freely, and also the chance to work with almost everyone in the class through various group works. The initial stage of writing a research report- from recording minutes, to finalising the topic, and setting up survey questions allowed me to understand the importance of working as a team. Most importantly, the short span of time allocated for the research report taught me how to make the best out of time. The learning process might be tedious, but I definitely picked up countless valuable skills. The fact that our research report was judged based on the 7C’s of writing made it even more enriching, since for once I have to pay attention to my language instead of merely focusing on the facts in the report.

Blogging became the main platform for online interaction between our classmate and the lecturer, Brad. Initially the class was split into 2 blogging groups, but eventually that line dissolved and everyone was making comments on each others’ blog freely. The task of writing blog post every week only enhances the different topics covered in the class, where I got the chance to explore a wide varsity of topics in writing. Brad also gave me countless valuable advices on my language and grammar usage, and I must thank him for his patience and guidance. Reading and making comments on classmates’ blog posts enabled me step out of my narrow view, to see things in different perspective as well.

The job search and mock interviews served as a wake-up call for me, to put some serious thoughts in what path I should take after the NUS days. Writing cover letters and resume also allowed me to see what is lacking in my CV, and the chance to repair the flaws. Having the chance to be in the seat of an interviewer allowed me to understand better what types of questions potential employers would tend to ask. The different interview scenarios I went through also gave me first hand exposure to how real job interviews could be like. This type of exposure is undeniably critical for any undergraduates, where the skills I picked up in school could be directly applicable in real world situations.

All in all, communication and writing skills I picked up from this class are not comparable to the unique bond forged among classmates and the lecturer. It is amazing (and almost touching) to see how the 17 of us evolved from strangers to friends in merely a short 3 months. In one way or another, this bond has facilitated our learning process, and made even the most serious moments less tense. Education is an on-going process, a work in progress, an unfinished masterpiece, something I will continue throughout my entire life. I hope that this class of ES2007S shall stay in touch in the years to come!

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Mr Paddles Told Me That He Was Sorry For Being Glum On Tuesday.

A few days ago when I was rehearsing my speech with Ash, I jokingly suggested how funny it would be if an acute panic attack suddenly struck me and all I could say was:

“Plastics... heavy sigh.. Plastics... frowns... 3 recommendations... Thank you.”

Of course it was meant to be a joke, but part of me was secretly afraid that this presentation debacle might really come true. For this particular presentation, I didn’t want to rely on scripts or cue cards. Thus, my way of approach was to formulate the main points I want to convey at the back of my head, and slowly develop them- in the bathroom, during lecture breaks, before I sleep- I was talking to myself big time! I’m glad it worked out okay, partly because first of all my portion was manageable, and secondly it also gave me the freedom to elaborate according to my likings. I was terribly afraid that I might bore the audience; that is why I chose to use mainly pictures and as little words as possible.

Before the presentation, the unexpected technical glitch (which was fortunately saved Mr. Daniel) made me pretty upset that the video couldn’t be screened via the OHP, but I guess it was a blessing in disguise. Playing our video on the small laptop screen managed to capture the audiences attention- and I was extremely happy to see everyone squeezing ahead to get a better view.

During the presentation, I was initially flustered- the adrenaline rush made me felt incredibly light weighted. I believe I stumped over a couple of words in the front (perhaps more than I could recall), but after a while I kind of got use to environment and gradually calmed down. At certain point of time I realised I was slurring my words, especially near the end of the sentence. I caught myself playing with that little gadget in my hand as well, pushing in and out the battery cover- I guess nervousness got better out of me. I felt I could have done so much better actually.

Throughout the 8 minutes, I tried to maintain eye contact with the audiences, and attempted to make my delivery livelier by making use of the entire pathway. One thing I had to confess was the notion of passing of the Tupperware to the audiences. This was not something I planned to do; but at that point of time I remember standing in front of Wee Siong and he was staring right at the container in my hand. It seemed almost a reflex action- but I am glad I did so. The Tupperware was the spotlight during the Q&A, and I got to commend my 2 lovely group mates, Mark and Ash, for handling the questions so well.

All in all, despite the many ways I thought I could have performed better, I must thank my fellow rangers again- Mark and Ash, for the wonderful presentation we put together. I had so much fun, from the planning to the execution of the project, and of course picked up many valuable tips and advices along the way. Lastly a big thank you to ALL OF YOU, my lovely audiences, for paying attention to my ramblings and being enthusiastic throughout the entire presentation!

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

POT BROWNIE ANYONE?

Pot vending machines take root in Los Angeles

Machines distribute the drug to people with cards authorizing use

Marijuana Vending Machines





Los Angeles medical-cannabis dispensary owner Vincent Mehdizadeh poses with his new Marijuana vending machine installed at the Herbal Nutrition Center in Los Angeles Tuesday.

Damian Dovarganes / AP


updated 7:01 a.m. ET Jan. 30, 2008


LOS ANGELES - The city that popularized the fast food drive-thru has a new innovation: 24-hour medical marijuana vending machines.


Patients suffering from chronic pain, loss of appetite and other ailments that marijuana is said to alleviate can get their pot with a dose of convenience at the Herbal Nutrition Center, where a large machine will dole out the drug around the clock.


"Convenient access, lower prices, safety, anonymity," inventor and owner Vincent Mehdizadeh said, extolling the benefits of the machine.


But federal drug agents say the invention may need unplugging.


"Somebody owns (it), it's on a property and somebody fills it," said DEA Special Agent Jose Martinez. "Once we find out where it's at, we'll look into it and see if they're violating laws."


At least three dispensaries in the city, including two belonging to Mehdizadeh, have installed vending machines to distribute the drug to people who carry cards authorizing marijuana use.


Mehdizadeh said he spent seven months to develop and patent the black, armored box, which he calls the "PVM," or prescription vending machine.


Convenience and privacy
A sliding fence protects the tinted windows of his dispensary, barely distinguishing it from a busy thoroughfare of strip malls, automobile dealers and furniture shops. A box resembling a large refrigerator stands inside the nearly empty shop, near a few shelves stocked with vitamins and herbs.


A guard in a black T-shirt emblazoned with the word "Security" on the front stands at the door. A poster of Bob Marley decorates a back room.


The computerized machine requires fingerprint identification and a prepaid card with a magnetic stripe. Once the card and fingerprint are verified, a bright green envelope with the pot drops down a slot.


Mehdizadeh says any user approved for medical marijuana and registered in a computer database at his dispensaries can pre-purchase the drug and then use the machine to pick up.


The process provides convenience and privacy for users who may otherwise feel uncomfortable about buying marijuana, Mehdizadeh said.


At the Timothy Leary Medical Dispensary in the San Fernando Valley, the vending machine is accessible only during business hours. An employee there said the machine was introduced about five months ago, and provides speedy service.


"It helps a lot of patients who are in a lot of pain and don't want to wait around to get help," Robert Schwartz said. "It's been working out great."


Mehdizadeh said he sought the advice of doctors, and decided to limit the amount of marijuana per user to an ounce per week. Each purchase from the machine yields 1/8th or 2/8th of an ounce. By eliminating a vendor behind the counter, he said, the machine offers users lower drug prices. The 1/8th ounce packet would cost about $40 — $20 lower than the average price at other dispensaries.


'It's to medicate'

A spokesman for a marijuana advocacy group said the machine also benefits dispensary owners.


"It limits the number of workers in the store in the event of a raid, and it'll make it harder for theft," said Nathan Sands, of The Compassionate Coalition.


Marijuana use is illegal under federal law, which does not recognize the medical marijuana laws in California and 11 other states.


The Drug Enforcement Agency and other federal agencies have been actively shutting down major medical marijuana dispensaries throughout the state over the last two years and charging their operators with felony distribution charges.


Mehdizadeh said the Herbal Nutrition Center was the target of a federal raid in December. He said no arrests were made and no charges have been filed against him.


Kris Hermes, a spokesman for advocacy group Americans for Safe Access, said the machine might benefit those who already know how much and what strain of marijuana they're looking for. But he said others will want to see and smell the drug before they buy it.


A man who said he has been authorized to use medical marijuana as part of his anger management therapy said the vending machine's security measures would at least protect against illicit use of the drug.


"You have kids that want to get high and that's not what marijuana is for," Robert Miko said. "It's to medicate."


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I thought this would be something interesting to share- a vending machine that dispenses pot! Now how cool is that (ok maybe not). Sometimes I really wonder, how weird can this world evolve to, still.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Biodata of a Narcissist

I am a person who is highly motivated, driven to excel and takes pride in her work. I aspire to inspire, and perceives learning as a continuous journey from the bottomless well of knowledge- the world.

As a second year major undergraduate in the National University of Singapore (NUS), I value every opportunity to acquire knowledge as well as experiences that will help develop me as an all-rounder. I constantly explore different channels to enhance my interpersonal communication, correspondence and presentation skills. One of the modules I have taken is Professional Communication, and it intrigued me to explore in depth why conflicts arise from miscommunication, as well as how to be more sensitive when dealing with socio-cultural barriers. This is definitely applicable to everyday life.

In NUS, I have participated in various co-curriculum activities, such as embarking on a 22 days community service trip, regular voluntary service in welfare homes, as well as an orientation councillor in freshman orientation camps. I have also represented my hall in several inter-hall sports events, and did coverage of various NUS events. All these activities summed up to an extraordinary experience of campus life, and equipped me with valuable organisational and managerial skills.

Outside school, I am the director of the Social Development Subgroup (SDS), a sub-branch of the People’s Association Youth Movement (PAYM) in the. Being a director of a youth group further spurs me to refine my EQ and leadership skills. I also have had first hand experiences on chairing meetings, delegating jobs and public speaking.

My previous part time employment during semester breaks have certainly been enriching and fulfilling. The exposure to the outside working life has demonstrated to me how different school life and the working world are. Bearing responsibilities, being accountable to the superior, and to be receptive to critics are some of the lessons I have learnt. Work has certainly brought me out of my comfort zone and opened my eyes. I believe that this will be beneficial to me as a student leader, as well as better prepares me for working life after I graduate.

I am easy going and can get along with people of all types of nature well. Being fluent in both English and Mandarin, I am picking up a Bahasa Indonesia as my third language. Aside from photography, I am also an avid traveller and an aspiring writer. No matter how many obstacles are in my way, I will never hesitate to continue embracing life, because it is my determination and courage that brought me to where I am now.

Friday, March 13, 2009

“Fly, little sister, fly!”

A sibling is defined as one of two or more individuals having one or both parents in common. Though that’s the most obvious definition, I seem to extract a different connotation. Sometimes, I feel that the definition is a means by which one loses any hope of sanity; one you often wished did not have one or both parents in common (syn.: obnoxious). Sure, I’m being a little tongue-in-cheek there, but people with siblings should be able to relate. Communication and maintaining sibling relationships and can be pretty tough at times, but apparently they can’t be weaseled out of, so the best thing to do is make it as good as it can possibly be.

It never fails to annoy me (very much as a matter of fact) when people compared us constantly. Who's prettier? Who's smarter? Who's nicer? When we're doing sports – which one is faster? I think people do that because when they're struck with a similarity, they look for a difference. People naturally assume that no two people who are so alike could be equal. We're not equal, but we're very much alike. We didn't compete with each other but others would do it for us and that was something that I find very painful. It is sure okay with me if she was better, but I found it very hard if they thought I was better. It made me feel guilty and protective of her.

I know of some siblings that strongly dislike each other; I believe hate is a little too extreme of a word to even imply facetiously. Perhaps they do love each other, in the sense that they’re siblings thus felt obligated to, it is definitely indubitable that some form of strife will arise every now and then. That is pretty normal; maintaining your relationship with your siblings is no different from socializing with your friends or colleagues. My sister and I often don’t always see eye to eye in many things, in spite of the astonishingly similar taste we have. To debate over conflicting decisions could be something entertaining (and educational) actually. In fact, I would categorize the art communication with your family as an indication to how successful you will be in life. To bear grudges is bad, to hold grudges against your family will be a major debacle for anyone.

If you have that serious of an influence on anyone, you would want to affect them positively. It is one thing to have a relationship with my sister where we hang out together, randomly go places together, those sorts of wonderful things. Not only are we attached biologically, physically, and emotionally. We’re also attached spiritually, the most significant of all.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Intercultural Differences.

During our Youth Expedition Project (YEP) to Cambodia last year, our team was told that Cambodia shared many of the same attitudes to dress and social taboos as other Southeast Asian cultures. Cambodians are extremely conservative, and naturally we would gain more respect if we're well turned out and modest in our dress. In general men should wear tops and women should avoid skimpy tops and tight shorts. However under the scorching sun of nearly 38ÂșC, it seemed that even gulping down a gallon or two of iced water didn’t help much to relieve the heat. It was during one occasion when one of the girls, Jenny, decided to challenge the tabooed.

That morning she emerged from her sleeping tent wearing a T-shirt with jean shorts. Most of us were bewildered; wasn’t the instruction not clear enough to forbid us from wearing any thing revealing in the village? A few friends and I went up to her and advised her to change out of her jean shorts to pants or three-quarters, yet she was adamantly unmoved. Her explanation was wearing long pants will only aggravate the condition of her heat rashes.

As we walked across the village to the pavilion for breakfast, we couldn’t help but notice how the locals were staring and pin-pointing at Jenny. It began to stir up some sort of frenzy, and did not take long before the village chief; a pleasant looking elderly man in his 60’s, arrived at the pavilion and interrupted our breakfast.

Our interpreter, Tim, explained that the jeans short Jenny wore brought grave disapproval from the locals as being offensive and disrespectful. Tim proceeded to apologise to the village chief on behalf of the team and Jenny, and reassured him that it was a mistake made in a moment of folly. We were lucky that the village chief was amicable in resolving this issue, for he didn’t persist in perusing the matter any further after Jenny immediately changed out of her shorts. Jenny certainly was taken aback by the degree of seriousness a pair of shorts could implicate, and it was indeed a lesson learnt for Jenny and the team.

Intercultural difference is something we cannot overlook nor take lightly; a simple show of affection may be ordinary in Singapore yet it is particularly offensive to Cambodians. Any display of public affection between men and women, even seeing foreigners holding hands is a source of acute embarrassment to them. We are just so glad that the incident did not affect our relationship with the villagers. It reinforced the point that to be responsible adults, we have to take particular caution in understanding and adhering to the different cultures’ ideology so as to avoid any unnecessary trouble. There have been instances where slight religious or cultural conflicts lead to fights and even escalating into war. All of these should be avoided, shouldn’t it?

Monday, February 16, 2009

Dentist fear led to girl's death.

The following is a report from the BBC News online I thought worth sharing. Reading global news never fails to snap me back to reality- life is not just about results and studies.
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An eight-year-old girl starved to death at home because she refused to open her mouth after a dental operation, an inquest heard.

Sophie Waller, from St Dennis, Cornwall, was so afraid of dentists she was sent to the Royal Cornwall Hospital to have her milk teeth taken out. Afterwards, she would not open her mouth and was given a feeding tube. The inquest heard that she died at home about three weeks later from acute renal failure.

Health deteriorated

Her parents, Richard and Janet Waller, told the inquest in Truro that Sophie had been scared of dentists and had refused to eat or talk when a milk tooth became loose. The inquest was told it had happened before but this time her GP arranged for her to go to the Royal Cornwall Hospital for the tooth to be removed under general anaesthetic. She was admitted to the Royal Cornwall Hospital on 7 November 2005.

Sophie's treatment:
7 November: Sophie admitted to hospital for dental operation
9 November: Sophie given feeding tube after refusing to eat
17 November: Sophie discharged from hospital
2 December: Sophie found dead at home

In fact, eight teeth were taken out so that she would not have to go through the trauma of losing a tooth again. After the operation on 9 November, Sophie would not open her mouth to eat or talk and was given a feeding tube on the ward.

She was discharged on 17 November and was taken home on the understanding a bed would still be waiting for her in hospital. Despite attempts to feed her and contact with a psychologist, Sophie's health deteriorated and eventually she could hardly walk.

She was found dead in her bed at home on 2 December.

Her parents said that four days before Sophie's death they rang the hospital to say they were bringing her back in but were told they could not. A pathologist, Dr Marion Brundell, told the inquest that Sophie had died of acute renal failure from dehydration and starvation.

The hearing continues.
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I would love to hear what you have to say about this case. Who should be responsible for the little girl’s death? Should we always place absolute (and unquestionable) trust in the doctor's verdict? If you were the mom/dad, what would you have done instead?

Saturday, February 14, 2009

FW: NEVER EVER SHAKE YOUR BABY!

Most of the time I dont open forwarded emails, for there is just too much of the chain letter and junks being circulated around. However this message caught my eye, and I am glad it did so. Below is the email:

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December 4th, 2007, Jessica Sherwood had to do something no mother should ever have to do.At 2:29 pm Jessica made a very tough, but the right decision to take her little 3 month old daughter off life support In memory of little London Marie, i thought id start a little forward..Jessica had a message that i want every one to know..



This is what Jessica said:'If anyone has kids, make sure that you keep them with you the whole time. Don't give then to anyone that you don't trust. Trust me, I thought that I trusted Josh. But now as of December 4, 2007 at 2:29 AM, she is gone. My one & only baby. & He is going to pay FOREVER, even if he gets out of jail scott free, he will be dead no matter what. & To all my friends that know London , I am very angry & upset that I lost the love of my life, my babygirl. She died on her three month birthday .



London had six fractured ribs, both of her legs were fracture, & her brain was so damaged that if she were to live she would be a vegetable. So I did what was right & what was best for her & took her off life support. That's what you call Shaken Baby Sydrome [SBS].



For those of you who dont know what Shaken Baby Syndrome check out the facts ;



-Shaking, jerking and jolting can cause blood vessels in the head to tear or burst.

Shaken Baby Syndrome is the shaking of an infant or child by the arms, legs, or shoulders with or without impact of the head. This trauma can result in bleeding and brain injury with no outward signs of abuseOften frustrated caregivers feel that shaking a baby or small child is a harmless way to make the child stop crying. However, a baby's brain and blood vessels are vulnerable to whiplash motions, such as shaking, jerking, jolting, and impact. The neck muscles of an infant or small child are weak, so the child's head is relatively heavy and the neck cannot support the stress of shaking or impact



-Shaking a very young child, with or without impact of the head, can cause irreversible brain damage, blindness, cerebral palsy, hearing loss, spinal cord injury, seizures, learning disabilities, and even death. It is tragic that healthy, intelligent babies are suffering these disabilities simply because their caregivers don't know about the dangers associated with Shaken Baby Syndrome. An estimated 1,200 to 1,400 cases of Shaken Baby Syndrome (SBS) occur each year in the United States .Only 1 out of 4 babies dies of Shaken Baby Syndrome. HOWEVER, the other three babies will need ongoing medical attention for the rest of their short lifespans.



Rest in Peace London Marie Sherwood

September 4th, 2007-December 4th, 2007

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I felt so bad after reading it, I couldnt even bear to imagine the pain and trauma poor baby London went through before she died. I did my own little research on this case, and found more cases where babies died due to SBS.



HOW HORRIBLE. I'm not in the position to judge who is at fault, because I dont know why did the mother left her baby with the father for 3 weeks without calling to check on them. Perhaps she had her own problems; perhaps she was trying to solve her own personal problems before fetching baby London back for a better life. The dad was young and inexperience, he probably had his own issues to deal with. Something that did not make sense to me was why did Josh's family refused to even touch the baby. There were so many of them in the house; if only all of them took turn to care for London, Josh wont be so stressed and frustrated and this tradgy wont occur. The website link hosted a firey debate sparkled by this incident.


http://unasked.com/question/view/id/12759



Sometimes in life, sheer pride and foolishness could mislead us into felony. Too often a time when the regret sets in, it would be too late. Should the guilty one be given a new chance is another delima altogether. The torment experienced by the little innocent will never comparable to whatever the guilt does to the man.



A Bad Business Letter?

I managed to find this email sent to me last year with regards to my broadband service, and I thought it would be interesting to share it. ************************************************************************************
Dear Ms. Toh:

The purpose of this is to convey to you my utmost sincere apologies for any inconvenience you may have experienced last month with respect to the installation of your Internet high speed service.

I just returned from vacation this week and found your file in my in-basket. As soon as I reviewed your case it was clear that your May 20th request for a change in service might have somehow slipped through the cracks. The only possible explanation I can give is that we have recently had a number of key staff changes which might have resulted in your letter being overlooked.

Consequently, I have directed our Installation Group to contact you by the end of this week to set up a time convenient to you when they could go to your house and install your new router and make the necessary adjustments to your software.

Because of this serious oversight, and as a testament to our appreciation of you being our customer, we are going to provide you with your first three months of high speed service free of charge. Therefore, your account will not be billed until October of this year.

Ms. Toh, let me assure you that what happened in your case is definitely not typical of CableNet's level of customer service. We continue to be committed to providing you and all of our valuable customers with the highest standards of service in the industry. Once again, our sincere apologies. We look forward in time to having your problem fixed.

If you have any concerns please don't hesitate to contact me at 6754-9785.


Yours in service,
Paul Cordero
Manager, Customer Service

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The sender corresponded to the letter of complaint I made via post, with regards to a delay in the repair job of my Internet service. There was no clear format in the letter but I could tell that the manager took effort in explaining his stand. This allowed me to understand and sympathise with the manager’s situation.

The letter was overall written in a clear and concise manner, each paragraph dedicated to explain every point the manager wished to make in a coherent sequence. The tone of this letter was also cheerful and positive, which I felt was appropriate since this was an apology letter.

However I was taken aback by how informal the letter was written, especially when this was an official letter intended for a customer. Perhaps the manager just wanted to lighten the mood in his “apology” letter, but it could potentially portray his company in the light of being unprofessional.

One more thing I would like to point out is the grammar of the second last paragraph. Perhaps it would be better if the paragraph was to be rephrased as the following:

Ms. Toh, let me reassure you that what happened in your case is definitely not typical of CableNet's level of customer service. We continue to be committed in providing you and our valuable customers with the highest standard of service in the industry. Once again on behalf of my company, I would like to express my most sincere apology. We look forward in time to having your problem fixed.

Other than these slight glitches, the letter successfully acomplished it's job in pacifying one angry customer.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

The Scene 2.0

I decided that i should work on the language and tenses of my previous post, and below is the revised one!

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This happened to me a few months ago. The director, Ivona, of the India youth expedition project (YEP) suddenly called for an emergency meeting. Although I have known her for about 2 years, yet our relationship was not exactly "fantastic". It didn't bother me much; perhaps our personalities were just too different.

When Ivona took up this year's project, I was exhilarated because I was looking for a community projects to participate in. She was reluctant to recruit me at first, for the vacancies were limited (25-30 pax), and she felt that other students should not be denied of the opportunity to experience what we went through. Fortunately, she succumbed to my pleas in the end.

The project seemingly proceeded very well from the surface, but it was always the way she handled things that made the team uncomfortable, like making sole decisions without consulting the team. Despite the fact that a few members had raised it up to her before, she was apparently not receptive towards criticism. However, the team was still feeling optimistic that she might change for the better in future.

Ivona also assigned us the various roles and responsibilities in the team. She made me the assistant director, which I took it up with pride and honor. The team got along very well and we all enjoyed working with each other. The "D-day" came to us as a complete shock, comparably a flaying pain. Ivona announced that our budget had increased by 3-fold due to some unforeseen circumstances, and our participation fees would be raised from $1000 to $2000. As students many of us could not fork out this large sum of money; it was devastating but I decided in the end to give up the chance to travel to India. Ivona then suggested for me to remain in the team as helper instead. I agreed, steadfastly recovering from the agony of not able to go India. The only comforting fact was by helping out in Singapore, it reassured me that the kids in India will receive my love as well.

The emergency meeting on Monday was yet a second blow for me. None of the team-mates nor I, as the vice director, had any clue on what Ivona has to tell us. As she walked into the room, we waited in anticipation and ironically, a glitch of fear about the unknown.Ivona took a deep breath and began speaking in a hardly audible voice (as usual). "As we all know some of our members won't be able to join us in the upcoming India trip, hence I held a second recruitment drive and now would like to take the chance to introduce to the team these new members. Also, there will be a change in the originally assigned roles... Alexis shall replace Shiwei as the vice director, Thomas will be the new logistic head...."

I could feel the room spin beneath my feet, as her voice slowly faded into a low, monstrous dragging tune. Like a diathesis of my heart, I felt the tightness of my chest setting in, yet gathering all my strength to utter my disappointment out."Ivona why is it so that you made such major changes in the team but yet I only got to know it now? Perhaps it would be more appropriate if you had discussed this matter with me first!"

Everyone in the room nodded in agreement, and that started a little commotion. Ivona shook her head and tried to explain that it was a decision she came up with only last night, based on the fact that the team could not have a vice-director that would not be able to travel with the team. I realized how little my voice was in the team; for Ivona had been the only one making decisions. Clearly her mind was set and nothing I say would shake her decision.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

The Scene.

On one of the Mondays, the director of our current India youth expedition project (YEP) called us up for an emergency meeting. Her name is Ivona, and the group of us got to know her through the previous similar YEP (but was in Cambodia). Although we have known Ivona for about 2 years; yet our relationship was not exactly "fantastic". This matter didn't bother me much; different people got different personality and probably we just weren't meant to be "BFFs".

When Ivona took up this year's project, we were all exhilarated; because one thing for sure is the undeniable fact of our passion and desire to get involved in such community projects. She was a bit reluctant to recruit us at first, for the numbers were limited (25-30 pax), and she felt that other people should not be denied of the opportunity to experience what we have had went through, but in the end she succumbed to our pleas.

The project seemingly proceeded very well from the surface, but it is always the way she does things that made all of us uncomfortable. She seems to be making sole decisions without considering consulting the team. Despite the fact that a few of the members have told her before, she was apparently not too receptive towards that suggestion. Ivona assigned us the various roles and responsibilities in the team. She made me her assistant director, which I took it up with much pride and honor. We worked hard and played hard, breaking the ice with the newcomers at such astonishing speed we surprised ourselves, until one fateful day.

That "D-day" came to us as a shock, comparably a flaying pain. Ivona announced that our budget have increased by 3-fold due to some unforeseen circumstances, and our participation fees will be raised from a maximum of $1000 t o $2000. We were all full time students and none of us could fork out that sum; devastating as it was, we however had no choice but to give up the chance to travel to India. Ivona then agreed on the idea of allowing us to stay in the team as helpers instead. We agreed, steadfastly recovering from the agony of not able to go India. The only comforting fact is that we helping out in Singapore assured us that the kids in India will receive our love as well.

Back to the emergency meeting on Monday, none of the team-mates nor I as the vice director have a clue what Ivona had to inform us of. As she walks into the room, we waited in anticipation yet ironically, a glitch of fear on what news we will be receiving.

Ivona took a deep breath and spoke in a hardly audible voice (as usual). "As we all know some of our members won't be able to join us in the upcoming India trip, hence I had a second recruitment and would like to take the chance to introduce to the team these new members. Also, there will be a change in the originally assigned roles... alexis shall replace shiwei as the vice director, Thomas will be the new logistic head...."

I could literally feel the room spinning beneath my feet, as her voice slowly faded into a low, monstrous and dragging tune. Like a diathesis of my heart, I felt the tightness of my chest setting in, yet gathering all my strength to utter my disappointment out.

"Ivona why is it so that you made such major changes in the team and yet I, as your vice-director only got to know it now? Perhaps it would be more appropriate that you discuss this matter with me first!"

Everyone in the room nodded in agreement, and that started a little commotion in the room. Ivona shook her head and tried to explain that it was a decision she came up with only last night, based on the fact that I couldn't join them in the India trip. Almost immediately I realised how little my voice was in the team, for Ivona was the only one making decisions and rather apparently her mind have being made up and nothing could shake her decision. I was upset, yet there was nothing much I could do.

Friday, January 30, 2009

she is no anna karenina, but close

Actually I started out this post with the intention to write about a real/hypothetical scenario where a conflict of interest had occurred, but unfortunately my desire to just surf the internet randomly for “brainless” stuffs pretty much was overwhelmed by the idea of doing decent work. I came across this picture of my favorite actress and of course there she is, right above.


Her body is undoubtingly incredible; I don’t want to sound sick but even though we all know that these publicity photos have had been photoshop-ed and made to look as close to perfection as possible, but still looking at that gives me the Stendhal syndrome “effect” without fail. I must admit the whole big deal about Hollywood and Divas are over-rated; I would prefer to interpret the scene with the intention to appreciate art, not the fame. As a 20 years old adult in a tertiary institution, I have enough faith (well at least I try to haha) to maintain a certain level of sanity in differentiating between reality and being delusional. It is always good to keep a mental note, I’m sure.


'til then, ciao.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

To perfect the art of communication?

At the first glance, the question that came to my mind was really whether I should discuss about verbal or non verbal communication. Having worked through countless part time jobs, it occurred to me almost instantly to be a good co-worker, regardless of the role you play as an employer or an employee, good communication is the key to make things work. We humans are animals that function optimal as a team, not as a lone soloist; so if so we were to apply the former setting to everyday life, interacting with people is perhaps a social obligation, yet it is undeniably the driving force that allows us to accomplish tasks and assignments the prim and proper way.

It is not hard to imagine the day where some misunderstandings happened just because of a silly breakdown in communication, allegations and untrue rumors could so kill your reputation! It could be as simple as an innocent gesture, a harmless joke or even a comment (with the wrong choice of word sadly) which the listening party chose to take it a little too harshly. Congratulations and look what you have found- a new enemy!

The simplest form of communication is a 2 way process, (yet ironically) such a complex, unpredictable and exciting; in the sense for we are acquiring and transmitting in information and the risk of opportunity for error and/or failure being endless. Good listening skills will of course facilitate the course of communication, but this will branch out to another completely different realm of “art”. Is written correspondence better, or would a personal meeting or a telephone call be more sincere? Have you used spell check to eliminate all grammar and spelling errors and proofread them? Forwarding a letter full of errors will make you appear to be sloppy and unprofessional. In a nutshell, how well we communicate has a direct implications on how “successful” you are in life, avoid and resolving problems and conflicts. This skill is undeniably crucial, and of course worth some time of yours to dwell on how you can go about perfecting it.



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EDITED:

I thought I should at least describe how miscommunication occurred in my workplace before (so as not to disappoint my fellow friends!) I guess the most common misunderstanding caused was between my boss and me; where instructions was not passed down properly and thus delayed the progress of work.


Just 2 years ago before I started university I was helping out in this civil engineering company and was the assistant for the boss, a professional engineer. I look up to him with all my respect, not only because he is close to 60 years old, but also the amazing tactful way in which he handles work and that won him his fan. Occasionally when work starts to pile up, he would get a little “cranky” and frustrated; despite the fact that I do try very hard to assist him (which was my job of course), his method of delivering messages and passing instructions down wasn’t clear sometimes and if I too absent-mindedly didn’t pay full attention, the aftermath will be comparably catastrophic.


For example if he had an appointment and needed some specific information, he would request for it but when I couldn’t find them, it would probably be because he had used them last time and forgot to put them back from where he took. Or he would want me to dial a cab for him and he meant 1 hour later but I didn’t hear the latter, and here we got a cab which came 1 hour earlier.


Frankly speaking, I believe in any conflict there is no innocent party, so in any situation where I see a potential argument happening, I would rather play safe to apologize for my mistake first. It doesn’t matter if the other party does admit his felony or not; I would be the “winner” at the end of the day when I bring a story and lesson learn home.