Showing posts with label Singapore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Singapore. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

This Supernatural Business...



With all the outburst that's currently going on with regards to AIG and how its now apparently possible to screw up big time in your job and STILL get paid big bucks... I thought it would be nice to not comment on the injustice of it all... since I am sure just about everyone else is going to do it anyway... and have something about a hardworking guy who is in this supernatural business as well...

I occasionally pick up stories like this because of:

1. interest
2. you never know when you need to know someone in that line of work
3. the thought does occur to me from time to time that if I ever find myself without a job again because of my stupid lifestyle, it might give me some clues to finding SOME JOB I can fill.



Tales From The Crypt In Singapore


AFP - Tuesday, March 17

SINGAPORE (AFP) - - Wong Shun Feng says he has seen spirits, been afflicted by supernatural phenomena and taken advice from gods -- and that it's all just part of the job. Affectionately known to his friends as "Tua Ya Pek" after a Taoist god of the spiritual underworld, Wong is a gravedigger who exhumes the bones of the dead to make way for development in Singapore.

According to Taoist belief, Wong is among the first to greet the dead when they embark on their journey beyond the grave.

But instead of guiding the spirits towards reincarnation, nirvana (transcendence) or the "nine hells," he sends them to a new earthly resting place as cemeteries make way for roads, housing and public services.

The dead are not always willing to move, he says.

"I've seen spirits hovering beside me as I dig their grave, heard them whisper to me 'Ah Tee (young man), please don't move me'," Wong recalls matter-of-factly.

But not all spirits are so benign, he said.

The 53-year-old, who has been a gravedigger for almost 30 years, says he once saw a tree standing over a grave he was exhuming "shaking violently when trees next to it were still -- and there was no breeze".

He said once he was even "punished" for disrespecting the dead when he swore at a grave.

"In the evening after the dig, my left forearm was completely stiff even though I did not injure it, like the forearm of a corpse, and it was only after midnight that I regained use of it," said Wong, gesturing to the affected area.

Nevertheless, he says he is not afraid of the supernatural.

"As long as you have a good heart, they won't harm you," he said.

Neither does he care that people here might look down on him as an anachronism in a Westernised society, despite the fact that superstition has deep roots among ethnic Chinese, who account for 75 percent of the 3.6 million population.

"People might think that this type of work is taboo but I'm fine with it. I like the rugged life," he said.

A stocky man, Wong cuts an imposing figure with a variety of tattoos, the most prominent of which are the images of Tua Ya Pek and Li Ya Pek emblazoned across his chest and back.

The images of the two Taoist deities, who are said to be in charge of keeping spirits in line, are not there for decoration.

"I respect the gods, that's why I tattoo them on my body," said Wong, who claims to have seen apparitions of the gods and received lessons on life and work from them.

On a recent exhumation conducted by the Singapore Land Authority to clear a Chinese cemetery in northern Singapore for redevelopment, it took Wong and three colleagues nearly three hours to dig a narrow hole about four metres (12 feet) deep.

Using simple tools such as plowshares, crowbars and wicker baskets, they burrowed through soil, sand and cement, which the rich used in the past to seal their graves, before finally reaching the coffin.

Prying open the lid, Wong and another gravedigger picked out the bones and washed them with rice wine before handing them to the family, who gave them red packets containing token sums of money in appreciation.

These envelopes are the main source of income for gravediggers because the 100 dollar (65 US) payment for each exhumation only goes to one individual and the gravediggers take turns receiving it.

"The income is not fixed. It depends on how generous the families are with their red packets," said Wong.

As the work is not stable he supplements his earnings with odd jobs such as house painting and repairs.

But he has his hands full for the moment as the 70,000-square-metre (753,000-square-feet) Guang Xiao Shan Cemetery, near the border with Malaysia, has been earmarked for conversion into a train depot.

The pace of Singapore's development has meant that between 1970 and 1998, more than 240,000 graves in 100 cemeteries were exhumed, the latest available estimate shows.

And according to Wong, all the deceased, including the current "residents," must be placated.

"Ghosts are the same as human beings," he said. "They have feelings and emotions as well. How would you feel if you had to shift after living in the same place for 50 years?"

When asked about his own mortality, Wong shrugged as he pointed to the tattoo of the deity Li Ya Pek smiling serenely on his chest.

"I haven't really thought about it. Let's see what my big brother says," he said with a laugh.



At one very somber moment during one of my long streaks as a partially employed bum, I had thought of switching to a career in the funerary services. I have never had a problem with dead bodies and its a business that is recession proof. I don't have a problem getting into contact with the people in the business because for... whatever reason, I have been going to funerals regularly since I was a kid... and I don't even know some of the deceased.

The BIG PROBLEM was that at that time, I had not yet resolved a large percentage of my problems with the spirit world. So a career in that field would have been a one-way ticket to either anti-psychotic medication or the loony bin. And once you have been to the loony bin in this country, you are a guaranteed bum for life. I was once told that there are some poor ex-patients of the mental hospital who return not because they are still insane, but because their families do not want them.

Anyways, it was a nice read, something different from all the hullabaloo that's taking place in the financial world these days.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Gettin' Crazy Here In Singapore...


I have always felt that Singapore is the kind of place that is interesting in a strange way behind its facade of normality. However, while browsing Yahoo! today I was really shocked to see the following article...

Naked Couple Surprises Diners In Singapore Stroll

Reuters - Wednesday, January 28

SINGAPORE, Jan 28 - A couple treated open air diners to a 15-minute naked parade in Singapore, triggering both embarrassment and applause for a scene almost unheard of in the conservative city-state.

Pub manager Terence Chia told the Straits Times newspaper he saw the couple taking off their clothes on Saturday night at a staircase in a block of flats in Holland Village, known for its popular nightspots.

"Then, clothes in hand, they coolly walked in their flip-flops towards the market," he said, adding when the couple did a U-turn a sea of spectators was ready and poised with cameras.

"There were more than 200 people and everyone was taking pictures," the newspaper on Wednesday quoted Chia as saying. "Even women were busy clicking and people were cheering, whistling and applauding like crazy."

Police said the couple, a Caucasian man and an ethnic Chinese woman in their 20s, had been arrested and released on bail. If convicted under Singapore law, they could face a fine of maximum fine of S$2000 , up to 3 months in jail, or both.

Protests are rare in Singapore and only made legal last year in a designated area called "Speakers' Corner", modelled on London's Hyde Park.

"They looked really comfortable walking down the street, which led to many curious stares," wrote blogger Leonard Tan. "Singapore is getting more and more exciting."

(Reporting by Kash Cheong; Editing by Neil Chatterjee and Bill Tarrant)


I'm not too sure what prompted them to do it, but er... it sure seems that in these uncertain times, all the oddities are coming out of the proverbial closet. I have included a picture of the couple taken from a forum site.

Really strange stuff happens in Singapore everyday. In fact, as a major regional city we have just about everything that a regular major urban centre has, good and bad. The only difference is that in Singapore, the powers-that-be and general public culture, likes to keep everything looking normal.

I mean, a guy can walk down the street dressed up as a fuzzy dog or a viking and I guarantee you, most born and bred Singaporeans will pretend he doesn't exist. It is in the collective mentality I think, to block out anything that overturns normality. I guess it takes something really shocking or mildly shocking for a sustained period of time (I am recalling the once-famous all pink guy who strutted up and down the street at the corner of Shaw Centre and Wheelock Place) to catch the public's attention.

I also wonder why no Singaporean was on record protesting the nude display.... so very strange for a country of supposedly conservative people... heh.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Death Of A National Icon

Today, marks the passing of a Singaporean icon. Today, Mr JB Jeyaretnam, long time opposition politician, former minister of parliment and ex-leader of the Worker's Party died.

What is it about Mr Jeyaretnam that makes a normal joe like me remember him? Was it his fiery speeches as leader of the Worker's Party? Was it his stint as MP in parliment? Was it the misfortune of lawsuits and bankruptcy that plagued him up to the end of his life? Truth be told, I have only seen the man in person just one time in my life.

It was a rather dreary afternoon somewhere outside Centrepoint. Amidst the continuous shuffle of the crowd, I heard a voice ringing out clearly in the sweltering humidity.

"Know the truth!" this voice cried. I turned to see a tall Chinese man with a book in his hand encouraging passabys to pick up a copy. It was pretty obvious who he represented based on the subject matter of the book. However, my attention was soon diverted to the man standing beside him.

I was pretty shocked to see Mr Jeyaretnam standing silently by, old, quiet and broken... the fire all gone out of him. It was some time after the defamation lawsuits. This was not the man I remembered as a child watching on television making speeches with a strong and fierce demeanour. As I passed by, there was a small twinge of sadness in my heart when I saw his tired face, as well as fear that Big Brother might be watching if I expressed interest or sympathy in his cause. In the end, he became as the image of the "poor downtrodden worker" he tried to fight for.

That image is something I cannot forget.

I don't know what he looked like in the months and days before his death. I would like to think that he managed to pick himself out of dispair. Certainly according to the following article, he seems revved up to try and re-enter parliment at the age of 82.

Article: Singapore veteran opposition politician dies-radio
http://sg.news.yahoo.com/rtrs/20080929/tap-singapore-politician-c3bb44c.html

So what is it that makes this man so iconic?

In the timeless sphere of myth and legend, JB Jeyaretnam stands as a figure of misfortune. A symbol of what happens when a mortal tries to take on the powers that be and meets with ill luck. In a sense he is a modern Prometheus, who in the attempt to seize fire from heaven from Olympian gods, ends up being chained to a rock where an eagle pecks at his liver daily. But unlike the titian, there is no Heracles to save him.

Unlike so many broken and beaten figures of misfortune, he has chosen a different response to his calamity. Despite being only an ordinary man has decided to fight back with whatever he has. And in doing so transcends his dip into the dark valley and rises as a heroic symbol of the defiant mortal who beats the walls of Olympus with his bare hands and refuses to turn away despite the advise of "wiser" men. Indeed, I am sure I am not the only Singaporean who stands amazed upon hearing that as soon as he was discharged from bankruptcy, he formed a new political party and put himself on the road to re-enter parliment.

I guess for some men, dreams never die.

But perhaps there is some wisdom in chasing down a dream to the end, no matter how impossible it might seem... a quote from a holy book sums it up nicely...

"Without Hope, how can a man live."

Article: Former opposition MP JB Jeyaretnam dies of heart failure

Monday, September 29, 2008

Misfortune Draws Flies Faster Than Racecars...


It was 2 am in the morning and I was forcibly awakened by the sounds of several very loud automobile engines screaming like banshees in the middle of a very still night. I mean I knew that the racers were test driving around the track for the race today, but I didn't think they would be up so late and I certainly didn't think it was possible to hear the high pitch whine of those F1 engines half an island away.

I guess F1 fever has brought out all the illegal racers. Heck, I just wish those guys would have some consideration for everyone in dreamland and head over to the empty roads at Tuas instead, at least the roads are wider and it's a virtual ghost town at night manned only by the occasional security guard; so no chance of hitting the odd HDB resident who might be wandering around with the restless family pooch... (the odd HDB dweller taking the dog out for a walk at 12 midnight to the wee hours of the morning is something that happens quite frequently in my estate)

Having never had an interest in cars or racing and since I did not bet on any of the racers, I cannot understand the Formula One fever that has hit this island. I mean, every time I've had the chance to see a race on the TV; it’s just a bunch of cars zooming around repetitively on the same piece of road. That kind of thing puts me to sleep real fast, the other thing is golf...truly a game that is NOT best enjoyed as a spectator sport.

Apparently, the fever has hit even the local aunties. That's right, I’m talking about all the middle-aged or little old lady housewives that are a common sight in any neighbourhood. I can't imagine all those aunties waving their hands and staring at cars whizzing around on the TV. But there they were lined up in front of a huge projector screen set up by a community centre to show the race to members of the neighbourhood. It was a literal party. I guess it must have been a slow gossip month. :P

Despite having a bad taste in the mouth from having watched bits of so many snooze-worthy races... I decided to tune in to the race anyway, just to see what Singapore looks like at night with a racetrack and to catch a glimpse of the really big event that was happening in this country... As a Singaporean I am naturally curious and it does give me something to talk about when I meet my fellow countrymen.

When I switched over to the races, there was tiny nagging feeling that an accident was imminent. I mean I have seen historical footage of some really bad crashes, but I don't expect anything to really happen. After all, one doesn't tune in to the races to watch people crash into walls.

Well, 5 minutes after I tuned into the race, I saw Nelson Piquet’s car smack into the concrete in front of the main spectator stand. I was shocked, but also relieved when the driver climbed out on his own. Well, after that, I became fascinated by the race. And certainly, the night did not disappoint with 2 other non-fatal accidents and racer Felipe Massa driving off from the pit in a hurry with the fuel hose he had violently yanked off dragging along behind him. Apparently the snooze-worthy sport had turned into something like grand drama in just a few short hours.


For a coverage of this event, read the following:
Article: Alonso wins drama-filled F1 Singapore GP

http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20080928/tsp-auto-prix-sin-5820418.html



Well, this sort of confirms my longstanding theory that there's some kind of mojo circulating around this island that keeps this island interesting to the rest of the world. After all, rationally speaking how interesting can a grand prix event get? Even the newscaster remarked that they didn't expect the race to have "so much drama". Well, a comment from a member of the grand prix audience sort of sets the tone for the race.

"I hope that an accident happens... " he blurted out and then changed his statement a few seconds later.

Could the collective primal desire to see some kind of blood and gore drama have manifested the 3 accidents and all the drama that occurred at the tracks tonight? Experts and analysts looking back on the race will say that the accidents were caused by the tight city street turns and bumpy road. I don't know what the actual answer is, but I do know that quite a lot of people put money on the races down at the betting booth at City Hall. And knowing some gamblers here, I am sure they went to the local bomoh (ie. witchdoctor) to get some help in winning their bets.

I did learn one thing from this event. Unfortunately, like all my fellow countrymen, my interest is piqued only when something bad happens. Despite being separated from the circuses of ancient Rome by 2000 years of history and numerous incarnations, I'm still as susceptible to its attractions as anybody else. So much for being filled with "love and light" (incidently, a notion I have never felt much inclination for... but I'll talk about it another time) :P

Friday, September 26, 2008

Superheroes Ignite Local Courage

I came across this article on another Singaporean blog while surfing around.

Article: Ultraman Can Protest At Hong Lim: Superheroes Have Saved The Singapore Constitution
http://article14.blogspot.com/2008/08/approximately-year-ago-following.html

What is truly disappointing about this incident is the fact that the local press did not even bother to give this story any coverage. Sure, compared to the many wars, tragedies and murders that happen every day, this story is miniscue in scale. However, for many Singaporeans, the courage that it takes to raise one's voice in public protest is really something that is outside the national psyche. The typical Singaporean is law-abiding and fearful of making a squeek when they feel unhappy about public policy. It's in the local political culture. We grow up fearing that Big Brother will place a black mark next to our names in some "permanent record" or that we might be detained without trial if Big Brother catches us saying something negative against the powers that be.


Now whether the whole thing about the black mark is true or not, it is in the local mythos. So sure, geeky anime fans who place plastic figures in protest may look silly compared to the tragedies of War in Iraq, but to many locals who love anime and who have suffered from the recent Odex clampdown, it certainly strikes a very strong chord.

And really, if this particular protest was as silly as all that, why are the local police dignifying it with riot police and plainclothes policemen?

So why does this matter to me? I'm pretty apathetic when it comes to politics. Civilisations come and go and so ... in the very long run the petty grind of everyday politics doesn't really matter. But as a magician I am always on the lookout for phenomena of all kinds. And I find the notion that superheroes are needed to save our dignity and courage to say how we feel rather ironic and poignant.

It's a kind of magic. Magic often starts with the belief that there are forces that are great and epic moving about unseen in the vast stew of humanity and that somehow deep down inside each human is a super-being waiting to be born. I notice that anime fans and cosplayers have a tendency to adopt a few heroes or heroines as their ... how shall I put it - focus of their devotion ... and dress up as them.

Is the action of dressing up to imitate the focus of one's adoration or the buying of material images of that focus, a subconscious attempt to "take on" the attributes of that super-being? I honestly do not know as the few cosplayers I talk to mosly rave about their favourite characters and don't say much else about their rationale for the whole effort it takes to dress up. And believe me, they do spend hordes of time making the whole get up.

Now, don't get me wrong, I don't think cosplayers are silly. I do admire the skill and dedication it takes to make their costumes. Some of them even carry that dedication to the extent of staying in character when they are dressed up as er... Sailor Moon for instance. And really, I can't criticise their actions since I do spend as much effort on magical rituals and walk around town in my robes.

I just find this particular act of public protest quite a phenomenon and oddly magical in a very strange way. It's almost funny when I put the filter of myth over it...

Imagine this, local village youths are unable to fight the great ruler of their land because the ruler has soldiers to enforce his will. So, one day, they bring out all the little idols of their gods and line them up where the king can see them and have the little idols fight their battles on their behalf...


Only in Singapore can something like this happen. And people say this country is dead boring. :D

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Singaporean... Born and Bred

"So are you really Singaporean?"

I have been asked that question quite a lot of times. I sometimes wonder why it even pops up. I dress like most adult Singaporeans - non-descript office wear. I take the bus and MRT and even swear in a blend of Hokkien-Singlish.

So I get really confused whenever that question pops up and I offer to show my pink IC as proof.

And no... I have never been overseas for an extended period for the purposes of getting a piece of paper that says I am now eligible for some types of white-collar jobs. Like about 70% of my fellow-countrymen, I have spent at least 10 years in that school system that critics say kill off any semblence of independence and creative thought.

The only possible difference I can identify between myself and the ubiquitous shirted guy who walks down Shenton Way wondering if he will get his bonus or not, is that I practice magic and actively pursue the knowledge of Hermes Trismegistus. However, I don't see how it's possible for anyone to figure THAT out since I don't walk around wearing a large, visible medallion with a caduceus engraved on it.

And that's the whole problem with being in Singapore. If there are any practitioners or believers of magic in this country, they are harder to find than a needle in the... well you know what I mean. From what I understand, most people who engage in some kind of occult practice are not willing to admit that they are doing it. (I can understand why the element of "shyness" exists) So, I decided to start this blog hoping that I'll be able to meet like minded individuals. But if that doesn't happen, at least it can function as a space for me to air my views. I mean, being a magus in this country is a pretty lonely thing... sigh