Lessons from Mr Lee Kuan Yew

Singapore’s first Prime Minister Lee Kuan Yew died on March 23, 2015, at 3.18am.

Being the news junkie I am, I’ve been following every bit of news closely since it was announced that he was hospitalised. When the daily updates on his worsening condition came last week, I would tell my family about it. After several days of updates last week, Shannon started asking, how is Mr Lee Kuan Yew today?

The morning he died, I was up at 6am giving Jason Brufen for high fever and the Ventolin puff for wheezing. I checked my phone for news updates after Jason went back to bed, and saw the news.

The rest of the day was spent fervently following every update that came, from watching CNA at the clinic with Jason, listening to the news in the car, to devouring all the obituaries from media around the world on my handphone. Thankfully I did not have a work deadline the last few days.

Much has been written about Mr Lee as an astute statesman, a dedicated founding Prime Minister and an intellect revered by many world leaders. But the pieces I enjoyed the most were those from his children, this one by his tutor, and another by Education Minister Heng Swee Keat on Mr Lee’s red box, which has been making its rounds online. They offer a glimpse into another side of the man not usually seen by the world.

As a parent, I’ve been wondering how to ensure my children know about the contributions of Mr Lee and other pioneering leaders of the country. My takeaway from history lessons in school were stories on Sir Stamford Raffles and Sang Nila Utama. Hopefully history textbooks have changed to include greater details on political leaders of modern Singapore. I was doing research last year for a speech I had to write, and began reading up on Singapore politics in 1965. Names like Goh Keng Swee, Toh Chin Chye and Lim Chin Siong were already familiar to me, but through the process, I found out more about the work of politicians like Ong Pang Boon, Jek Yeun Thong and Ahmad Mattar. My first thought after completing the research, was, why didn’t I learn about them in school? Perhaps I would not feel this way as a student, but in hindsight, and as a parent, I would like my children to know all the work that has gone into making Singapore what it is today and the people who did it. Coincidentally, the speech was for an event which was to take place this Friday, but has since been postponed.

My kids are born into a modern Singapore that is clean and green, and in a way, so was I. They have seen black and white images of a dirty Singapore River on TV this week and they have heard Mr Lee’s rousing speeches on the radio. I’ve been telling them what I could in the past few days. They were curious about Singaporeans crying at tribute sites and I explained why. But I’m not sure how much impact, if any, it has on them.

Mr Lee stepped down as PM when I was 12. So for my kids, he is even further removed from the world they now live in. For them to appreciate the country, they have to know what it was like in the past. As a friend wrote on FB, this past week has been a good crash course on Singapore history for many of us. Today, students in Singapore schools reflected on what Mr Lee has done for Singapore. Jason came back from school and said he thanked Mr Lee for cleaning up the Singapore River. (So the river image did go into his head!) But what happens after this week, after Mr Lee’s funeral is over on Sunday? The challenge now is to ensure this lesson continues in one way or another from next week onwards.

On a personal note, some of the sharing from Mr Lee’s children resonated with me. I’ve extracted their quotes below from media reports. He may be father of the nation, but at home, he is father to his three children, and there is much to learn from the way he and his late wife, Mdm Kwa Geok Choo, parent their children.

Not throwing their weight around:

Middle child Lee Wei Ling: “My parents always emphasised to my siblings and me that we should not behave like the PM’s children. As a result, we treated everyone – friends, labourers and Cabinet ministers – with equal respect.”

Being frugal

Lee Wei Ling: “We had to turn off water taps completely. If my parents found a dripping tap, we would get a ticking off. And when we left a room, we had to switch off lights and air-conditioners.”

Enjoying simple pleasures in life

Eldest son and current Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong: “He used to take us to go and look at trains. And we used to go to Holland Road – Tanglin Halt is called Tanglin Halt because the train stops there and there used to be a railway station there. We would go there in the evening and watch the trains come, exchange tokens with the station master. And then it goes on. It’s a great thrill and outing for us, for me. I must have been 5 to 6 years old then. And we would do that.

When we went on holidays, we went to Cameron Highlands. We went there when I was a small child. We break journey at Kuala Lumpur – we’d stay at the railway station, there was a station hotel in KL in those days … and you go and look at the trains on the platform.”

On their studies

Lee Hsien Loong: “Most years I was not top student in class or in the school but as long as you were doing your best, managing, they were okay… If you have an interest, they helped us to pursue it.”

As a father

Youngest child Lee Hsien Yang: “He always had the best interests of the country at heart. And at home, it was always the interests of his children and our mother.”

“I think parents who are good manage to guide their children along without making them feel constrained.”


It is a good reminder that at the end of the day, when all is said and done, your legacy is lived out by your children.

May you rest in peace, Mr Lee.

SAHM fantasies and facts

Before I left my job a year ago, I had fantasized for a long time about being a SAHM. Now that I’ve turned my fantasy into reality, I’ve also removed my rose-tinted glasses. While there are things I relish about staying home, there are also frustrating moments. Then there are plans that never came to fruition, and remain mere fantasies. Here are some of them:

Fantasy 1: I would be able to while away afternoons baking with my kids or doing crafts with them 


Fact: I had believed I would be able to do that. I even wrote that in my last column with ST. Unfortunately, I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve baked in the past year – three. Pineapple tarts for Chinese New Year, cupcakes for Shannon’s birthday, and a rainbow cake for Mothers’ Day last year. In reality, afternoons are spent overseeing Jason’s homework or preparing dinner. Baking ranks very low in my hierarchy of things I need to do daily, if at all. An excuse would be the fact that I don’t have a helper to help with the washing up of oily cake tins and such. Crafting with the kids? Just once when both were at home sick although Shannon has helped me with other painting jobs around the home.


Fantasy 2: We would be able to go on fun, if not educational, outings on weekdays



At Chek Jawa

Fact: With soccer training twice a week, Jason barely has time to finish his homework and learn his weekly Spelling and Tingxie. Any free time is spent playing with legos, chilling out watching TV, or reading. Bed time is 9pm or earlier because he is in morning session. Outings take up more time and are a luxury left for the weekend or school holidays. Perhaps things would be different if the kids were younger and not bogged down by schoolwork as yet. Meanwhile, Shannon is a homebody who is content to play at home…


Fantasy 3: I would have a lot of time for my hobbies


Shannon’s table

Fact: While I have been able to find pockets of time for reading and crafting, they remain pockets. So for those who think that SAHMs have a lot of time for our interests, think again. Which brings me to my next point…


Fantasy 4: I would love to stay home and “do nothing” so it would be easy to say no to work


Fact: To put it plainly, I just can’t stay home and “do nothing”. What I’ve done is to try to find a balance that works for the family. Last year, I tried a plethora of freelance work because I wanted to try most things that come my way at least once. This year, I’ve decided to be more selective about what I do. It’s still not easy to turn down work I’m interested in or if it pays well. But I’m trying, especially if it eats into family time. It’s still a juggling act in many ways.


Fantasy 5: I would be able to have frequent lunches with friends and go shopping whenever I want



At a Guzheng gathering

Fact: With freelance work, housework and kids’ ferrying schedules, I’m lucky to even find time to go grocery shopping on my own. Roaming the aisles of a supermarket at leisure is a luxury, not to mention lunch and shopping with friends.


Fantasy 6: It would not take more than a stern look to discipline my kids


Fact:  The icing on the cake and probably the top reason I left my job – to bond with them and avoid the teenage angst and more later on. However, right now, it takes all it takes to discipline the kids. I can contort my face into all sorts of stern looks but I still end up having to raise my voice more often than not. Work-in-progress!


The one fantasy that has turned into fact, is that I can spend school holidays with them without feeling guilty about work. March holidays are round the corner, yay!


Old school

I love technology like the next person. I use my smartphone to catch up on news, follow my favourite blogs and news feeds via the Feedly app, or Whatsapp friends and family. I also use my Macbook Air almost every day. I can’t do without it. I use it for work, for leisure, to surf the web, do online shopping etc. But while I use technology a lot, deep down, I’m old school. Continue reading

SAHM – A Year On

Feb 18 came and passed quietly. Well, maybe not quietly, there were fireworks at midnight. It was Chinese New Year Eve after all. But it also happened to be one year since I left my job and became a stay-at-home-mum(SAHM). I thought a year on would be a good time to take stock of my decision. Continue reading

Jason turns 9

Sometimes I find it hard to believe my first-born is now 9.


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Pineapple tarts!

IMG_0207It’s that time of the year again when I search out my old pineapple tart recipe. I don’t bake as often as I would like to throughout the year, but I make it a point to do it during Chinese New Year. We can forgo homemade for all CNY goodies, except for pineapple tarts. The mass market ones don’t appeal to us anymore. They are just not worth the calories. The buttery, crumbly, premium ones come with a premium price tag, which I’m not willing to pay for. So the next best thing? Make your own! Continue reading

Sungei Buloh Wetland Reserve

I’ve been wanting to visit the new Sungei Buloh Wetland Reserve extension since it was opened in December, and we finally did so today on a Saturday with nothing on our calendar. Bliss…

Unlike the original park, this extension features many boardwalks leading out to the sea, pods for viewing, and more opportunities to get up close with mudskippers. Continue reading

Pioneer heart patient Maureen Lim Gek Lian

I’ve been helping out with The Sunday Times ‘This Week in 1965′ page, that looks back on news events 50 years ago. Last week, I wrote about the first few patients in Singapore who went through an open heart surgery. I tried searching for them but could not find records or contacts of them anywhere. Continue reading

Papa is away

Their papa is away for reservist these two weeks, which means I’ve had to do double duty. One of the jobs I’ve had to take over was to send Jason to school in the mornings. Jason is an early riser, (the kind who jumps up the moment the alarm goes off), so is his papa. Unfortunately, I’m not, (I snooze for as long as I can…). Continue reading

Shannon and Ballet (Part 3)


After a six-month wait, we finally decided to opt for a weekend class instead. The weekday class we wanted was not able to start as there weren’t enough pupils signing up, so after Shannon went for the first trial class, then the second, we had to wait further.  Continue reading

Shannon’s “new” table

The kids have been back to school for a week now. Jason in P3, and Shannon in K2. I’m still luxuriating in the fact that I have mornings free to do my own thing, now that both are in school in the mornings. Unfortunately, I’ve been down with a cold the past few days, so my plans to exercise and do a variety of other activities have been put on hold.

Meanwhile, Shannon was recently gifted my sister’s old study table. There is a corner in their shared bedroom where her kiddy table used to be, but I thought a proper study table would come in useful when she’s in P1 next year. Continue reading

December, in summary

It’s been a good, long break. I turned down any work that came along in December, and have been soaking up time with the family. We did many things, we also did nothing on some days. With everyone at home, I haven’t felt inclined to sit in front of my laptop to blog, not even at night when everyone’s asleep. Continue reading

Want to enjoy primary school? Find some good friends first

Before Jason entered Primary 1 last year, we did all sorts of things to prepare him. They ranged from teaching him how to order food, to packing his schoolbag, to telling time, and it went on. Then he started school. Each day when I dropped him off in school, I would send him off with reminders to pay attention in class, drink more water, be courteous. How dreary, now that I think back on it. Continue reading

The end of Taekwando

It’s funny how some things come back to bite you.

When Jason wanted to learn Taekwando when he was six, my condition to him was that he had to keep at it and not give it up halfway. He said ok and started classes. He has kept at it for three years. There were several times over the last few years when his interest waned, sometimes after he missed a few classes because of a flu bug, or after we returned from holidays. But each time I encouraged him to continue lessons. It was after all, the only class he attended outside of school then. Continue reading

Homemade Oreo ice-cream cake


I’m using the term homemade rather loosely, because I didn’t really “make” any thing that went into this cake. It was simply putting some ingredients together, just like Jason’s Minion cake. We celebrated Shannon’s birthday in advance with my in laws and I realised after googling for ideas that I had enough at home to make an Oreo ice-cream cake. Continue reading

Shannon turns 5!

Shannon had just one request for her birthday – to take the double-decker bus! So we did, just the two of us, while the boys were in school. She had a small celebration in school with her friends, and we set off to look for a double decker bus to take. Where we stay, the double decker buses ply the roads during peak hours, so we ended up taking a single-deck bus to town, with the plan to take the double-deck one home. Continue reading

Tuition – yes or no?

Last Sunday, I wrote a column for The Sunday Times, about my struggle on whether or not to send Jason for Chinese tuition. While it was a personal column, it was sparked off by a story on parents asking for MOE to regulate the tuition industry. Continue reading

DHS Guzheng reunion

2014 looks to be a year of reunions. First the Dunman High cohort reunion in June, and over the weekend, my co-curricular activity reunion. This gathering was supposed to be a farewell party for Cindy (Xiuhui), who would be relocating to London with her hubby, but it turned out to be a good reason for us all to meet again, thanks to Clarissa (Lirong) for organising and Yubo for providing the venue. Continue reading

Exams? What exams?

It’s exam week for eight-year-old Jason. They didn’t have exams in Primary 1 last year, so this is his first exam in primary school. As usual, I was more excited than him about it. I had grand plans to get him on a study schedule a month before. I drew up a calendar, telling him when his exam would be, started planning out which chapters(mainly Chinese) to revise when. He gave the calendar a cursory glance, said “ok, ok”. Nothing happened. Continue reading

Old habits die hard


Old habits die hard. It is just past 12 midnight, early Friday morning. The family’s asleep and I find myself at the laptop tap tap tapping away to file a piece of work. It’s like my days in Sunday Times, where my self-imposed deadline to give my editor my story before Friday mornings, would see me rushing to file stories on late Thursday to early Friday mornings. Continue reading


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