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Smooth like butter, fly like Schooling, Ipster cafe, joseph Schooling

by Joshua Ip

SMOOTH like Butter, fly like Schooling

CHORUS
Smooth like butter, fly like Schooling
When he hits the pool you know he ain’t fooling
Floats like a butterfly stings like a bee
Making Singapore history

VERSE 1
At 9.10am the Internet was boggled
By Singaporeans downloading toggle

Joe jumped out from the crack of the gun
At the halfway mark he was still number one

He made the turn and whole Singapore
Was counting which one is lane number four

I didn’t dare to look, my eyes were dim
How come got a yellow line behind of him?

Our hearts our hopes on the edge of a knife
Longest 50.39 seconds of my life

CHORUS
Smooth like butter, fly like Schooling
When he hits the pool its the pool he’s ruling
Floats like a butterfly stings like a bee
First gold medal in history

VERSE 2
When he lands in Rio the US screams HELP!
Cos he’s ending the career of Michael Phelps

He was 8 years old just a fan of the boss
But Magikarp becomes a Gyarados!

Chad le Clos and Cseh in the pool
SG muggers shout: You all got schooled!

He defer NS it was worth all the hype
To see the stars and moon above the stars and stripes

He’s won his race and he’s coming home
And he talks to the media in the mixed zone!

Simisai also SG50.39
Like a broken record we repeat one more time —

CHORUS
Smooth like butter, fly like Schooling
When he hits the pool you know he ain’t fooling
Floats like a butterfly stings like a bee
But people question his ethnicity

VERSE 3
He can’t speak Singlish complain the whiners
At least he isn’t made in China

He’s smart he’s smooth and he’s really fast
He’s commentary on the upper middle class

A million dollars? Don’t you worry child
He’s gonna get some Krisflyer miles!

Everybody wants a piece of him lah
From PM Lee to Lee Hwa to Lee Bee Wah

Gold medal winning Olympic swimmer?
You can still all swipe left on Tinder!

CHORUS
Smooth like butter, fly like Schooling
When he hits the pool all the girls start drooling
Floats like a butterfly stings like a bee
But we know the best is yet to be

VERSE 4
In ten more years he’s invited to tea
To run in Bedok GRC

He’s a national hero, a really cool guy
And all the other candidates CMI!

They’re gonna name things for him like swimming pools
Like Yusof Ishak Secondary School

Bedok boy standing proud and tall
And he’s red and white like a pokeball

But you can bet in 2027
Some idiot will ask if he’s foreign talent?!?

CHORUS
Smooth like butter, fly like Schooling
When he hits the pool you know he ain’t fooling
Floats like a butterfly stings like a bee
All the Singaporeans sing with me!

Smooth like butter, fly like Schooling
When he hits the pool you know he ain’t fooling
Floats like a butterfly stings like a bee
Making Singapore history

 

– Joshua Ip is a cheem poetry writer. His girlfriend says he should try to be less cheem, so liedat lor.

 

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by Joshua Ip

WHY all these silly children staring at their iPhone screens?
They cause a public hazard, they’re no longer seventeen.
I’ve never watched no Pokemon, or played a poke-game
I was born in the eighties, so my parents are to blame.

I was born in the eighties, just another normal guy
Born on the line between both Generations X and Y
You sell the Pokemon like slaves, the game’s ethics are dodgy.
When I grew up we really cared for things – like Tamagotchi.

Where are my phone-based phaser beams for me to have fun with?
Where are my iPhone lightsabers for me to duel Sith?
Why can’t they make Knight Rider apps that’ll talk to me like KITT?
Why do I have to settle for this kiddy Poke-shit?

Collecting colored animals? Their graphics are too shabby
I’d like a game with holograms just like the Visionaries
So what if they evolve into another level high
They don’t even transform into what’s more than meets the eye!

(But don’t you let our parents get a chance to talk also
They’ll ask for some strange cowboy app or Kungfu Master Go
Or Elvis or the Beatles or god forbid VR man
If they don’t get them, they’ll be hypocrites and ask for bans!)

So I’ll write my forum letters and I’ll surface my complaints
The ministers will hear of all the things Pokemon ain’t:
GI Joe, Care Bears, My Little Pony, Scooby Doo
We should ban Pokemon until we get our own app too!

 

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by Joshua Ip

THE trouble with the education system is that it is like a complicated maths problem, but compounded by mis-information and prejudice. The thing is, it IS a simple maths problem if anyone bothers to think it through logically. Because if your Ah Boy or Ah Girl is in, or going to, primary school, you might want to read up a bit. And don’t just use the education system as a convenient whipping boy for your Ah Boy’s stress.

 

1. The T-Score isn’t the mark that your kid scored on his exam.

T-score stands for “Transformed Score”. It’s a number that has been moderated to show how well your kid did relative to the rest of Singapore. If your kid is NOW in primary school, you should know this. If your kid starts primary one only next year, you have to know something else.

The exact formula for T-score can be found at the Singapore Examinations and Assessment Board website here.

Anyway, here it is:

“T = 50 + 10 (x-m)/s

Where x is the candidate’s mark for the subject Q
M is the average mark (mean) scored by all the candidates
S is the spread of the marks around the average mark (standard deviation)”

See? It’s a maths problem. So let’s take a few examples to illustrate.

Let’s say Ah Boy scored 100 marks out of 100 for his PSLE English exam. Good job Ah Boy! But let’s say the English test was really easy and the average score for the whole of Singapore was… 95 marks, and most people scored in the 92-97 mark range (for convenience, approximately a standard distribution of 10).

This means that Ah Boy’s T-Score would be 50 + 10 (100-95)/10 = 55… putting on him on track for an aggregate T-score of 220 over four subjects.

Let’s say that Ah Boy also scored 100 marks out of 100 for his PSLE Maths test. But, the Maths test was difficult and the average score for the whole of Singapore was… 80 marks, and most people scored in the 77-83 mark range (for convenience, approximately a standard distribution of 10).

This means that Ah Boy’s T-Score would be 50 + 10 (100-80)/10 = 70… putting him on track for an aggregate T-score of 280 (wow!) over four subjects.

As you can see, Ah Boy’s T-score depends heavily on how well every other Ah Boy and Ah Girl in Singapore does. It is a measure of relative superiority/inferiority rather than an absolute benchmark. One could also call it the “competing with the whole of Singapore” score.

 

2. The new scoring system is absolute.

In the new system, T-scores are done away with and you have Achievement Levels instead.

If Ah Boy scores 100 marks out of 100 for his PSLE English test, he gets 100 marks, which is AL1, no matter how well or how badly the rest of his cohort does.

As long as the standards of difficulty are clear, Ah Boy will have an identifiable benchmark to train towards.

 

3. This is less stressful because you compete against a fixed benchmark rather than a shifting finish line.

Once a few years’ worth of test questions and results data are out, Ah Boy will be able to test himself on that greatest of Singaporean institutions – the Ten-Year Series. If he is able to consistently score 91 per cent on his Ten-Year Series, he is likely to score that same result on the PSLE, give or take a few per cent.

Now, one may think this sounds like the exact same thing. Ten-Year Series Ten-Year Series mug mug mug – my child will still be stressed! No change! Waste time! Review system for what?

But let’s draw a clear comparison: In the past, Ah Boy would be doing his Ten-Year Series and scoring 91 per cent consistently. But 91 per cent would be his absolute grade, not his T-score (“competing with the whole of Singapore score”). If he was surrounded by a swarm of smart kids in that batch who consistently score 95 per cent and above, then his T-score would actually be below the mean – closer to an A/B instead of the A* or AL1 he would get under the new system. And the worst thing is that he would have no idea of this until the day his PSLE results appear.

As a result, the only way to guarantee success in the current T-score system is to engage in an arms race to make sure your child is more prepared than anybody else in Singapore. First, you compete to take the most tuition in Singapore. Second, when your child runs out of waking hours, you compete to take the most expensive tuition in Singapore. Then, when you find that all your friends are paying equally expensive tuition teachers, you pull all the strings you can to find the most exclusive tuition in Singapore.

The new system incentivises everyone to try to achieve their best.

Imagine if you were an NSman trying to pass your IPPT, and you were told that you would only pass if you were among the top 20 per cent of runners in your test. The able ones would start buying compression shorts and crossfit trainers and taking steroids – whereas the rest would just give up and walk.* That’s the difference between the new system (fixed benchmark) and the current system (relative benchmark). The new system incentivises everyone to try to achieve their best. The current system incentivises the rich to spend their way to the top and the poor to give up.

*(Of course, the best NSmen would “pak kat” to run slowly and minimise effort once they were clearly ahead of the pack – but apparently most Singaporean parents haven’t reached that level of genius yet.)

 

4. This is less stressful, because if you know which school you want to go to, you can actually aim towards it.

Let’s say Goreng Pisang Secondary School has a historical PSLE cutoff (old system) of 220. There is honestly no way to ensure – with reasonable confidence – your chances of getting in without knowing where your child stands relative to every other child in Singapore. So, regardless of how well your child is doing on his Ten-Year Series, the solution is just to add more tuition and add more expensive tuition until either PSLE comes, you go bankrupt, or your child has a nervous breakdown.

Under the new system… Your child’s results are her own.

Under the new system, let’s say GPSS has a cut-off of 20 points. If your kid just does assessment books and can reach 18-19 points comfortably and consistently, you actually have the option of just leaving it as that and maintaining a regular schooling tempo. You don’t need to worry about a sudden surge in genius in the rest of Singapore, or a last-minute burst of bonus tuition from 30,000 other kiasu parents. Your child’s results are her own.

Of course, there will be parents who think – oh, since my child can achieve 18-19 points, maybe I should push her to go for Ice Kacang Institution instead, because their cutoff is just 15-16 points and it’s within reach, with just a bit more tuition! In that case, the stress on the child clearly does not come from the education system. People need to take a long hard look at who exactly is shifting the goalposts.

Ultimately, the new system succeeds in reducing uncertainty for most Singaporeans (less the top few per cent who will be forced to play with game theory – see Daniel’s article here). Parents will now have the option of confidently picking a decent school with a strong fit and near their house, with far more certainty of getting in – rather than a random throw of the dice based on their ambition for their kids.

An absolute scoring system gives parents clearer information than a relative scoring system (assumptions: after sufficient time has passed, and if MOE doesn’t drastically tweak the difficulty of papers year on year.) And this will eventually lead to more kids and parents getting their first choice schools, without the stress of uncertainty.

 

Unsure of what the PSLE changes are about? Read our coverage here:

  1. 6 years is too long for longed-for PSLE change
  2. PSLE changes: Broader bands and psychological games
  3. How the new PSLE game is going to be played
  4. DSA: Don’t Study Anymore; play sports 
  5. Changes to PSLE scoring: But what about the curriculum?

 

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by Joshua Ip

PERHAPS I’m too optimistic, or have succumbed to the wave of rose-tinted nostalgia that has suffused Singapore mass-hallucination-style in the last year.

See, I remember the Internet as a place where two people could settle their differences through the rites of honorable combat – a verbal duel on a Facebook wall. Once a gauntlet was thrown down, both parties engaged in the formal dance – the boundaries of the debate were clearly circumscribed, points were scored for art and skill, and the party who was provoked into ungentlemanly jabs below the belt – i.e. the ad hominem – was shamed into a concession. One could not argue with the facts of logic, and the results of the joust were clear for all to see – even if they had fought each other to a draw, the two parties could still invoke the ancient ritual of “agree to disagree” and walk away with their heads held high.

But as the reach of social media and the possibility to share and re-share grew beyond the ability of the average poster to foresee, the duels began to take on a bit more of a wild wild West flavor. New challengers began to arrive mid-bout, and many more refused to balk at playing dirty or changing the rules halfway. Duels devolved into multi-player slugfests spanning multiple threads, with grudges from weeks before being brought up again to mark a particularly unruly avatar. In essence, King of Fighters had become World of Warcraft.

Somewhere along the line, it became commonplace to see a young troll with a shock of wild hair prancing along, gleefully casting ‘Spell of Religiously Offensive Youtube Video’ and drawing a huge swarm of angry mobs in his wake. On the other side of the battlefield, you’d spot a glossily-armored ‘Paladin of Media Literacy’ swinging his ‘Hammer of Fox News Obnoxiousness’, eventually being swarmed by a horde of liberal barbarians. A mid-level orc attempts to ambush a noob with his ‘Apprentice Sim Lim Scammery’, and finds himself instead obliterated by ‘Giant Fireball of Pizza’ from a master-level ‘Feedback Wizard’. Or a savvy family of ‘Master Design Mage’s’ casting ‘Spell of Crying Child’ (+20% Public Outrage) to great success against the ponderous bureaucrats of the Gallery.

There are no longer any rules. There is no longer any consideration for scale, for significance, or for what we should occupy our time with. Minding one’s own business is a concept that has been relegated to the 20th century because everybody’s business is now everyone else’s business.

Instead of considered debate, we have a giant death ray of righteous outrage that leaves a blazing trail across the Internet every day. It can’t be turned off, and it needs to be fed – all that low-level irritation combined with a certain level of ennui at one’s boring existence has to go somewhere. Why not let the energy go into an angry comment about some horrible ang moh who beat up a taxi uncle? Or the next day, a furious share about some despicable taxi driver who tried to con a gullible tourist into turning off the meter? Does it matter if the two incidents are the same? As long as I’m part of the good guys, or the defenders of our nation’s pride, or the ones passing judgment from 30,000 feet based on a photo or a video clip?

We have built a Death Star, or if you prefer, a Starkiller Base. In doing so, we failed to realise that the beam of death can turn on anyone of us at any moment. There is no governing body, no court, or due process that controls who is incinerated. Just a sense of anger, raging like a consumed sun. Whether it is the Filipino worker in Tan Tock Seng or the Minister posting an ill-advised selfie, they can see their doom slowly approaching, just like the people of the Hosnian system watched the red glow of Starkiller Base’s attack searing its way towards them – each share, each like, each angry “wtf” spreads like a virus. You can take down the post or close your Twitter or get your PR department to submit a “we are looking into this” statement, but the ray still burns inexorably towards you and your good name.

How did we get here? Maybe Xiaxue, Queen of Blogs, crossed the line first. When she first reposted the unflattering personal pictures of men, who made offensive comments about her, and their families, half the internet cheered. A few wondered if she had set an uncomfortable precedent. Then notorious troll ‘SMRT(Ltd) Feedback’ doxxed Sim Lim scammer Jover Chew for cheating a poor Filipino of his money (Doxxing refers to the act of publishing private information about an individual on the Internet – in this case, his phone number, address, private photos, and the contact information of his girlfriend.) He was harassed by the Internet into closing his shop within days. From then on, the kid gloves were off. Any foreigner who made a comment about Singaporeans on his personal Facebook, or private WhatsApp group, or outside a pub, or basically anywhere that could be recorded, screenshotted, and shared – was at risk of having his employer contacted, his wife’s pictures dissected, his children screamed at in school, and having angry Singaporeans or confused pizza delivery boys appear outside his door.

Certainly, there is right and wrong. Every angry person on the Internet can tell you that. Right needs to be done, which chiefly means beating up people who are wrong. But there is far too much stupidity and idiocy in the world for even the Internet to police. If each one of us looks into our private moments or quiet conversations, I’m certain we can all extract something offensive or obnoxious enough to go viral. All of us are guilty of doing something stupid. The Death Star could happen to any one of us. And even if you are a saint who’s never said an offensive thing in your life, one only has so many hours in a day, in a month, a year, a lifetime – how many of those do you want to spend making some poor social media intern tear his hair out because he has made a poorly-thought-through post on the corporate page? Why should we activate the Death Star on someone’s stupidity when it can be sorted out with a quiet conversation (or Jedi mind trick)?

The Death Star floats through space, its planet-annihilating ray constantly blazing a path through the universe. This one has no convenient exhaust port or thermal oscillator to fire a proton torpedo down. The only way to shut it off, is, ironically, to shut up. Stop sharing. Stop commenting. Stop reacting, even. If you really feel the need to release your anger somehow (even though anger is the path to the dark side), draw your lightsaber. It’s called a private message. Go have it out with the person, one on one, the old way, the respectful way, the controlled way. The worst thing you could lose there is a bit of your pride. And we could all do with a bit less of that these days.

 

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by Joshua Ip

THIS song covers the top 10 events that happened in 2015 in Singapore… and outside Singapore. To the tune of “Our home our heart our Singapore” by Dick Lee.

 

(Verse 1)
It isn’t easy summarising 2015
It’s a long way back to where it all begun
When it appears simi sai also SG50
Here’s the top 10 things that happened one by one

(Prechorus 1)
A lot of people voted PAP
The Pioneer Generation got money
Then City Harvest shook us to the core
3 ringgit is 1 dollar Singapore

(Chorus 1)
Hep C outbreak no one know
SEA games win go-o-o-old
Botanic go Unesco
Our home our heart our Singapore

(Chorus 2)
LKY go-o-o-o
NDP ho-o-o-o
Got haze oh no-o-o-o
Our home our heart our Singapore

(Verse 2)
Beyond us all the world stared horrified at ISIS
Myanmar had their first election without fear
The bombs went off in Bangkok and the guns in Paris
It’s a crazy world we’re living in this year

(Prechorus 2)
But then we look around us and we see
All the rich people signing TPP
Some more rich people sign 1MDB
Other country not like Singapore

(Chorus 3)
Nepal earthquake oh no-o
FIFA people score own goal
Gays get married a-also
Other country not like Singapore

(Optional chorus 4)
LKY go-o-o-o
NDP ho-o-o-o
Got haze oh no-o-o-o
Our home our heart our Singapore


– Joshua Ip is a cheem poetry writer. His girlfriend says he should try to be less cheem, so liedat lor.


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by Joshua Ip

Today’s Ipster Cafe is about the recently signed climate change accord, Singapore’s role in it, what we’ve done, and how we’re terrible.

We signed a climate change accord – at last, the world agrees
We signed a climate change accord – at last, the world agrees
We should keep global warming under 1.5 degrees
We recognise it as a threat, all countries must pitch in
Reductions in emissions are right where we should begin
Preserve the trees and drop some Gs, keep greenhouse gases down
Address the ‘loss and damage’ to the countries getting drowned
To some extent, to some degree, in language highfalutin
The rich kids gonna pay the poor kids to slow down polluting
We’ll framework our transparency to keep this greenhouse clear
And come back with revised emission targets each five years

So Singapore signed up for this, one of one ninety five
Low-lying island states better play ball to stay alive
If everybody lived like Singaporeans from birth
We’d need to sustain that with 4.1 new planet Earths
Emotions tense, emissions are intense, they call us dirty
But we pledged cuts of 36 per cent by 2030
By then, we’ll work towards a peak of gas we think we’ll spew
No more than um, sixty-five million tonnes of CO2

Already we’ve dumped coal and oil, although it wasn’t thrifty
We’ll pull the plug on natural gas, maybe by 2050
We’ll make our petrochemicals invest in cleaner tech
The smoggiest will close down or be forced to clean up their act
Design our flats with features for eco-efficiency
To optimise the wind flow so we’ll turn off the A/C
Stick solar panels everywhere, turn buildings green and fine
But it won’t change a thing unless our people change their minds.

We’ve fished the seas until they’re dry, no tuna can escape –
That’s what we gotta do to put sashimi on the plate
We’ve logged the forests till they’re porous, naked to the sky
That’s what we gotta do to wipe our ass with triple-ply
We’ll patrol our petrol supply routes with the national fleet
That’s what we gotta do to keep my Lexus on the streets
We’ve pumped the sky with chlorofluorocarbons and freons
That’s what we gotta do to keep the air conditioning on
We only bother ‘bout pollution when it hits our shores
With hazy air and rising tides just too close to ignore
200 countries just agreed the earth’s in shitty health –
We need to consume less before the world consumes itself!

– Joshua Ip is a cheem poetry writer. His girlfriend says he should try to be less cheem, so liedat lor.


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Christmas lights in Singapore. Image sourced from Flickr user: garyt70

by Joshua Ip

The day before Diwali all the lights went up in Orchard
In red and green and white and candycanes and reindeer sculptures
With fireworks and sweets and sales the tourists will remember –
It’s only Hindu Christmas celebrated in November!

On August 9, the sleighbells ring, Dick Lee adapts the score –
Thanks Santa Nila Utama for finding Singapore!
Our home, our heart, our credit card, we know we’re not alone
When Kit sings “This is where I know it’s ho-ho-ho-ho-home!”

On Hari Raya Puasa all the shops bring out the feast.
Turkey rendang is the latest craze, just call it west meets east!
When you want to dine with sayang, there’s no need to akan datang,
Just call it Muslim Christmas in July, now makan makan!

Now all the public holidays are declared open season,
Christmas will eat them all regardless race language religion,
So wave goodbye to Vesak, Labour, Easter Sun, Good Fri:
Christmas is coming for you, Jesus Christ, dead or alive.

It swallows Chinese New Year, and spits out the ang bao zhuat,
‘Tis the season to be giving, all the businesses say huat!
And finally this dread holiday devours itself in Jan,
We countdown, “5, 4, 3, 2, 1, MERRY CHRISTMAS AGAIN!”

 

*this poem was written in response to a prompt by Michelle Martin, who asked me to write a poem for 93.8 FM with the following words: open, red, white, green, sayang, and wave.

 

– Joshua Ip is a cheem poetry writer. His girlfriend says he should try to be less cheem, so liedat lor.

 

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les miserables, between shots

by Joshua Ip

Les miz returns! After two decades gone,
Cam Mackintosh doubles down on his blunder
of casting Wolverine as Jean Valjean –
He’s flown in a full cast from way down under.

Such foreign talent. where’re the local names?
We underrate the talent that we’ve got.
Imagine now, a cast of lians and bengs
slanging: “you got hear people sing or not?”

Young idealistic Marius, brash and proud
sings songs and heckles all the bourgeoisie
with Cosette and her castle in the clouds:
think Roy Ngerng serenading Han Hui Hui!

The masters of the house – the Thenardiers;
you’d bet they’d try to put one over you
Imagine all the profits they’d declare
if Susan Lim hooked up with Jover Chew!

Who better to play Gavroche than Amos Yee?
the feisty pipsqueak ends in tears and pain.
and Eponine’s part goes to Jokowi –
the dude just wants a little fall of rain.

The troubled villain, Officer Javert
will never cease his hunt or turn away
from fate as long as duty calls him there
we have Eugene Ng of the ICA!

The leading man, once fallen, now restored,
the former prisoner 24601,
a man now feted, be he once deplored,
I give you Mr Chee Soon Juan Valjuan!

See, musicals provide a glorious podium
for local talent – foreign casting’s tragic!
Instead, catch next year’s Rent by Pangdemonium
or this year’s Beauty World (cha cha cha the magic).

– Joshua Ip is a cheem poetry writer. His girlfriend says he should try to be less cheem, so liedat lor.

 

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Someone using the Uber app while a taxi passes by

by Joshua Ip

NO MORE blue Hyundai Sonata, no more Prius with my friends,
I’m not cruising in my Comfort Delgro swag Mercedes Benz,
No more Chevrolet Epica, no more yellow-top taxi,
Now I drive for Uber in a sexy rental MPV.
Cause the rental’s grown by more than half since 2005,
I pay sixty bucks a day, a third of what I paid to drive .
I don’t have to fork out for a car that’s worth its weight in gold,
I can get away with riding in a nine or 10-year-old.
I don’t have to clock a daily quota of 250 clicks,
I can sit around and wait for business on my iPhone 6.
I don’t need to deal with silly corporate policies and plans,
I cross the causeway every day now just because I can!
I can drive around without a taxi sign above my head.
No more advertisements plastered round in garish shades of red.
I love the freedom and the fees on which my life depends.
So you’ll have to pry the Uber app out of my cold dead hands!
They say a one-stop taxi app’s the answer – not for me,
Oh, I bet you’d get a fee they set in state monopoly,
So Khaw Boon Wan, dear minister, my driving’s not a crime,
Can you just concentrate on making sure trains run on time?
And you say you love the markets and you love the innovation,
But you’ll guard these transport dinosaurs with over-regulation?
I’m just running my own business, an entrepreneur on wheels,
Will you steamroll my ambition for your level playing field?
You can bury me in licenses and forms and dossiers,
Well, the road to hell is paved in letters from the LTA.
You can say I’m no real cabbie: here’s the proof, you can decide,
I’ll complain about the gahmen through your 40 minute ride!

– Joshua Ip is a cheem poetry writer. His girlfriend says he should try to be less cheem, so liedat lor.

 

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Mr Ong Ye Kung, Mr Ng Chee Meng and the Ministry Of Education Logo.

by Joshua Ip

INSTEAD of one Minister for Education, now we have two. In the newly reshuffled cabinet, the education portfolio is split between two ministers: Mr Ong Ye Kung is Acting Minister for Education (Higher Education and Skills) and Mr Ng Chee Meng is Acting Minister for Education (Schools). The two new faces to the Cabinet said in a joint message on Monday that their work is “integrated and synergistic”, and the education system of the future won’t just be driven by national needs but also the “bottom-up” aspirations of Singaporeans.

The poem is an empat perkataan, a southeast asian poetic form with rhyming lines consisting of four two-syllable words or word groups.

 

One ministry two ministers
PA poor thing finger blisters
airforce pilot union sec-gen
learn to sign name pilot black pen
one highflyer schooling nation
one more higher education
high regarded hifalutin
climb up high then parachute in
future PM must prove useful
every school a times two good school
4G leader cannot cock up
wasted 5 years now must buck up
double trouble dual tag-team
two-way action two-men acting
every staff repeats two yes-sirs
every ribbon got two scissors
every consult got two time slot
every carpark got two prime lot
every entrance got two fanfares
every meeting got two man-chairs
one man ends it, one begins it
finish meeting two sets minutes
parliament question which one answer?
test CEP which one faster
troubled staffers double action
favorite boyband one direction
singing harmony a cappella
which one lower which one higher?
whats the short form? min 1? min 2?
which one’s 1? other humtum you.
ministry website whose face on top?
orgchart dunno how to concoct
every workplan got two speeches
god knows which one gets to speak first
two-head monster HQ stresses
heng heng they got two PSes

 

– Joshua Ip is a cheem poetry writer. His girlfriend says he should try to be less cheem, so liedat lor.

 

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