How To Make a Mr. Ong

First part, you get my parents to go to bed, second part take off their clothes, then ...

Or is it the other way round?

Method:
Layer individuals in bed. Add fitness to taste! Do overindulge!

The Tap

(For legal reasons, I shall not mention the place I patronise last night.)

Went to the men's room after a meal and noticed all the taps are sensor controlled. No more twist on and twist off or the spring loaded push down and up taps. This is how far we have arrived technologically, you don't need to use your hands and strength anymore. Just point and you will get water.

So I thought. This place is so 5 star-ed that they have toilet attendants waving at the sensor so that you get water flowing the moment you finish peeing! While I am overwhelmed by the level of customer service, I am also impressed by the stupidity and insanity of the hotel's Board of Directors. Labour from Bangladesh or India may be cheap, but you don't have to squander away human beings this way .. Might as well put him in the bowling alley lining up pins at the lanes!

The idea of the sensor is to facilitate the use and flow of water. Controlled amount of water, thats what they want, in case anyone of us decides it's a good time to refill our fish tank after a meal at the restaurant, and they can prevent us from taking too much of their water. But you will never know, Singaporeans are known to lose their sense of judgement and morality when it comes to things that are given free.

Then again, don't we all at times hate that sensor operated taps? You are standing there trying to get some water. First of all, you have to figure out how to operate the tap. So you stand there and stare. Do I push it, touch it, talk to it or strangle it? Secondly you have to find out where they camouflaged that idiotic sensor. Some manufacturers think we enjoy playing hide and seek in the toilet. You are looking from the side, looking from under and all over and after a while steam starts coming out of your head !!!

ok, so you finally know where the sensor is hiding. Then you have to wave at it. 'Hello, this is my hands, can I have some water please?' Sensor identifies that its a real pair of hands, not some wax fake hands, gives the go ahead. You start rubbing both hands with the water coming out and taking your own sweet time cos you thought this bugger is 'turned on' by your hands. You reach for the soap dispenser and then revisit the same tap because you thought he must have some impression and data of your hands earlier ... But no, he doesn't. He refuse to give you some more water. But its the same pair of hands you idiot!!? Maybe he had a rough day. Then now you have to try and please the tap. You play peek-a-boo with him. You put your hands together in front of the sensor and then off. Put together again, then off. I got to do it a few times till he's satisfied, then I get some water flowing again and complete my hand washing excursion.

I think that's why they need the toilet attendant there to solve all these challenges. This man has joined the brotherhood of taps. His hands are given free access to all taps and he has qualified for the frequent visitor's pass, no questions asked always. One wave and the water is all yours.

Instant Karma

Two weeks ago Cindy lost her mobile phone to a theft in the centre. I bought her a new one after trading in my wife's phone and topping up a little. And with a little help from a kind parent, we loan her a temporary phone till she gets a new line.

Yesterday morning, she finally got her new hp number. She send me a sms to update me and I jokingly told her I will bet on the 4D draw with it. 'Give me half the winnings' she said, but I negotiated to 10 new handphones for her if I do win. Of course I didn't bet any, for I have long quitted the 4D industry quite some time already.

Then went to watch 'Best Bets' by Jack Neo with Lilian. It was really hilarious. My kind of heartlanders' movie, making fun of ourselves in the mundane life of Singaporeans. Didn't notice Cindy's sms till I reach home. "You going to give me 10 hp?" was the first sms. "Got win not??" was the second. I thought she was just curious of the results of the 4D. I logged on to the Singapore Pools website and look at the first prize and look at Cindy's new hp number. I almost fainted. The first four numbers of the hp came out tops!

The first thing that came to my mind was, coincidence? But she waited for two weeks to get a new line and then this? Lilian had a better explaination. She says Cindy was trying to reward kindness with goodness. You put out kindness, and thats what you receive. Karma, they call it. I donno how divine this thing is, but I was smiling the whole night. Somehow there is a boomerang effect with whatever we do. Now I am convinced that you reap what you sow. Every moment, every thought, every action carries a seed. If, at any moment, you respond with love and an open heart, you plant a sweet seed of gentleness, caring, and connection. Eventually this act of care, gentleness and connection will return and show up unexpectedly at your doorstep.

Of course it felt a lot better thinking about this on a philosophical plane, otherwise I will be beating myself up for giving away the dream of early retirement with the 4D winnings. I chatted with Cindy till 1 a.m. last night. I told her no pain lah, money from 4D don't last (I was consoling myself) ... easy come easy go, I said. She responded with her usual wit, 'If you had bought, then it would at least come mah ..'

Well, its only money (again consoling myself). But if this Karma thing is true, then I am worried about the guy who took Cindy's phone ..

The Greeting

Was walking across to Parkway when I met a parent with her son. Sometimes for that split second your words seemed to have frozen in your brain and you can't think of anything nice to say. You thought of saying a simple 'Hi' but then you thought this person deserve a little more than a hi because the last time you met them, you had a good session talking about the weather. I knew I was going say something but the words just got bumped at the teeth. Its too late to turn away because they are already walking towards you. Then out of desperation, I looked at what she was carrying, then I blurted out:
" wah, buy so much toilet paper ah !!!? "

I think for that moment the mother must have felt like strangling me. Nothing can be more embarressing than being spotted in public for carrying loads of that shit paper around! I suppose that parent would not know how to react either. I don't know about everyone else, but I do feel a little uncomfortable carrying bags of toilet paper around. I usually buy them at the nearest shop and quickly load them into the car, like some contraband goods. There is this strange awkward feeling about carrying toilet paper around, unlike say flowers. You will be beaming with pride when you are carrying flowers. But not toilet paper. Thats why the toilet rolls manufacturers try to help by disguising the bag a little, maybe add some pictures of birds or windmill on the plastic bags, make them look like you are carrying soap powder or something.

But if you are carrying stacks of photocopying paper around, it would be very different. Still paper, but different reactions cos different usage. "wa, buy so much writing paper ah? " " ya lor, got a lot of projects to do! " Different response, different feel but same thing from the tree.

Occasionally I do get offbeat greetings from people. Like when I am all dressed up ready to get out for work, I am locking my door and my elderly neighbour sees me and he would say,

"Going out?"

"No I am just practising locking doors because I am bored to death"

10 hours later I get home and I am at the door and the same neighbour sees me again,

" Just got home?"

" No, I am still practising locking and unlocking doors!"

This man's dictionary for greetings is really limited. No hi or hello, just those two lines. And he is not looking for answers to his questions, neither is he interested in what you have to say. Just ways to break the ice and then get rid of you, I think.

Same for my office cleaning lady. I think her family owns some restaurant business. Everytime she sees me she goes " Have you eaten? " in Chinese. And that would be her standard greeting for the rest of her career here. Then I will be sitting there and wondering when was the last time I ate ... real good question.

Retrospecting

Just came back from a mini-vacation. Went to watch Sam Hui in concert. This man supposely came out of retirement to cheer up the Hong Kong people, who were feeling down due to the economic downturn, passing of Anita Mui and Leslie, SARS, inflow of China mistresses etc. And he was superb! The stage is the most pretty one I have ever seen so far. I guess when the whole country is involved in the entertainment business, they can afford to make better ones each time. Then when you compare theirs with what we have, our indoor stadium looks like a secondary school hall.

The people watching are mostly in their forties and above. What do you expect, Sam is already 57! And it is depressing to see your idol age, cos your hero is not allowed to age! Some people ask me why I idolise this dude, I am not really sure myself and I don't even understand Cantonese most of the time. Then why bother fly all the way there and inconvenience Jia Hui and Song Yu to look after the centre? (Thank you ladies!)

I suppose its the feel good factor that I need to have, to re-live the 'good old days'. His songs are mostly about day to day mundane stuff like mahjong and love, mostly fatalistic views, targetted at the average working class person. And as a country, we were all once working class people. My first movie as a kid was in 1976 and the Hui Brothers were in it. Those days movies cost $1 to watch and pocket money (if there's any) was just 10 cents a day. I think everyone was just trying to make ends meet. Very few people are considered well to do, both in Singapore and HK. Thats why they have the working class category. Now, it's hard to find a person without anything to eat and there are only a few things to worry about: the prices of COE and who will become the first Singapore Idol.

Somehow when I talk to people my generation or older, I get this feeling that we were happier then. Everyone was struggling in life, we had lesser but we enjoyed living more. Strange isn't it, when you have made it and have more, you feel you are better off with less. I think we all connected with each other in more ways than now. Entertainment for me would be catching spiders and climbing trees with neighbours in the Kampong. Of course now I play the X-Box, cos they cut down all the trees and all the spiders died. But there is good old days to talk about you see. I cannot imagine what I can write or talk about when I reach 57, like what happen in life as a 30 or 40 year old person, what happened today, next week or next year.

Of course life has to be forward looking, cannot keep looking at the rear mirror and brood in retrospect. The thing to do now is cherish every living moment. For once I fully appreciate the phrase 'make every second count'. And no matter how difficult a parent or situation is, I am just going to look at the lighter side of things and know that all things will pass. So for my lovely Evelyn who keeps saying she has no life, I think the only time when anyone can say that is when we are buried in Choa Chu Kang. Scary right? As long as we are breathing, just live! Good or bad, pass or fail, pretty or ugly, right or wrong, happy or sad ... thats about all we can do in this limited life. Unlike my bank account, life has a ending point, a point where everything dries up. Every withdrawal makes it shorter, and you cannot deposit life. In case you are not aware, everyday you are making withdrawals on your life account. So maximise every withdrawal and not waste any of it.

From now, its going to be a new start and a new perspective. I will try and slow down the aging process to maximise time, so I will be shopping later at Watsons for all the moisturizers, toners and face masks. And like superman, I hope one day I can reverse the earth's rotation and live those precious moments again.

But first, I must create those precious moments, otherwise what's there to look back, right?

Porky

Pei Kee dropped by VTC at about 7.30 this evening. I have absolutely no idea why he came. He said he had to be home for dinner which again makes me wonder why he came in the first place. I estimated he will reach home at about 8.30 and then hang around for 2 hours, afterwhich he will get ready to book in before midnight. That shows how tight his presidential schedule is. To thrive in the army, you have to be sniper sharp in your timings .. especially when you are the army storeman. I offered to pick him up and then send him to Khatib camp since its on the way and his mum would not have to travel from one end of the island to the other, which she does everyday.

Before reaching his camp, we both decided to have a drink and supper and so diverted to a coffeeshop in Yishun. We ordered satay, bbq chicken wings and rojak. I thought a young man like Porky should have a big appetite, unlike me. Then this Singha beer promoter came by and ask if we were interested in the beer. But with one look at our friend she asked " Are you above 18 years old?" Porky had to take out his army ic to prove that he is beer worthy and made me swear I will not tell anyone about this incident. Told the promoter I am Porky's father, which makes me even more qualified for a drink. Promoter said we both don't look alike, I told her I will interrogate the mother when I reach home. Didn't know nowadays we have to go through an interview before we get our drinks. Its been such a long time since I ate at this kind of hours at the coffeeshop.

We had a good time talking crap, army life and more thrash. If I were 20 years younger, I would want Porky to be my buddy. To be my best of the best buddies. Although he can be painfully annoying at times, he is almost quite harmless and a very loyal kid. I think if you are in the middle of a war, he would selflessly give you his cup of Milo and die for you. Of course before doing that, he would mumble and grumble to the point of strangling him. But that's the Porky that I like.

He ended up calling and irritating Crystal and Song Yu, telling them how much he is eating. But I suspected the Singha beer was already spinning his brains. We made it home safely at 2359 hrs. I think we both slept very well after that.

Supper cost = $15
Time with Porky = Priceless

Tennis

Just watched a game of tennis on cable. If not for my new X-Box game 'Top Spin', I would have kept my personal record of not watching a single match on tv. Thought I could at least pick up some tips from real life female players after losing 5 straight games to the blockish looking computer generated Pete Sampras. And he's forever having that smug look on his face, like I wouldn't know he was the former world champion. Big deal, wait till I install John McEnroe and throw the racket at you then you know!

I have never played real tennis before so I don't really know the rules. Goliath's ping pong, thats what I think it is, except that they play with the balls which we use for Rounders, and the racket is a upsize fly swatter.

I realise the most hardworking people on the game are the ballpickers. If you think about it, the players are just sliding and gliding around their little garden and swinging their arms. But not these ballpickers, they are forever on their mark, with their eagle eyes, ready to make that dash at the sight of a loose ball. They look like they are in a two hour 50 metres race actually, feeling intense with all that anxiety and uncertainty, all for a lousy USD$2.50 per hour.

The most lazy person would be the guy sitting at the side of the net. I don't know his official title, maybe a Netwatcher or
Mr Nets, but I do know he is not the umpire, cos the umpire has this tall life-guard chair which he uses to look out for cute gals among the spectators. On the contrary, this man sits on a small little three legged stool and his career revolves around watching for any ball contact with the net when the player serves. Thats all. He could even take a nap when the players are swinging their fly swatters cos it doesn't concern him anymore. You can be injured and rolling on the floor in pain and this guy would still be watching the net. It would be hard to find another sweet gig like this.

I cannot figure out why the player always looks at his racket whenever he loses a set. Like he is examining his strings and talking to himself, wondering why he actually used the racket which he redeemed with the coupons from the supermarket. And the moans they make when they attempt a major swing .. if a blind person is near the tv set, he'll be thinking the porn channel is on, except that they are doing it on a bed in the middle of a stadium and in front of ten thousand people.

There's always someone yelling quite clearly at the players from the spectators stand. This is pathetic because he's not allowed to yell back, I mean afterall he is on national tv. The best time for the spouse to get back for a post-quarrel session would be during the game. "THINK YOU ARE ONLY ONE WHO WORKS HARD??? WHY NOT YOU TRY AND STAY HOME TO LOOK AFTER THE 12 KIDS AND I LOOK FOR A FULL TIME JOB INSTEAD!!!" And the poor guy would be just standing there half bended, swaying his giant fly swatter and biting his teeth, waiting for his next ball.

There is something wrong with the way they keep score, and nobody noticed that for the last hundred years. The inventor of this game obviously couldn't count. For tennis, every point you win is 15 points and after 30 points is 40! Try explaining this Einstein way of counting to a kid! Why can't they do the normal way of counting? Is it that mentally challenging to count from 1 to 5? My little nephew is convinced that I reprogram the X-Box to accumulate that many points after a few swings while he is stuck at zero for eternity.

The Calendar

The Most Abused Stationary Award has to be given to the calendar on my desk. Life must be a torture for my calendar. Either some part-time mental patient students are stapling the pages together, or some slightly more sanely ones reminding themselves of their own birthdays that's got nothing to do with the rest of us. Parents are usually pointing at them, some using the middle finger or cursing at the untimely date of the holidays. Some like to doodle on the pages, always drawing horns on people's heads. Don't quite understand this part cos I never see people with horns before. Is that why they call people horny? For me, I usually spill coffee on it, thats why I got to change the calendar every year.

I usually scan the calendar for public holidays. Holidays are actually pieces of evidence that human beings are a lazy bunch of people. Somehow along the way, we got dissatisfied with the invention of weekends and we have to find reasons for doing less work. Thats why some genius came up with the idea that every twelve months, when that second hand passes 12 midnight, we let go some fireworks and party till we drop and not work the next day. One or two months later, news got to the Chinese and they did the same thing. Except that the Chinese booze harder and needed one extra day for cleaning up. But its the same globe turning every year you see.

If you think about it, we are actually not working one-third of the time. 48 weeks of weekends is 96 days, plus 12 days on average of public holidays. And occasionally the school wins a National championship and you are off again and some companies don't work on the eve of holidays. Thats a 100 plus days of holidays! And mind you, thats excluding the June and December school holidays. See how clever and lazy we've become?

I looked at my calendar and I see birthdays all over the place. Just had one last Friday. I am not allowed to say whose 'cos I don't want to be censored again by the Association of Fast Talkers and I also don't want to be blamed for PDI ... Public Display of Information. I don't want to be accused of ruining people's long term happiness. I wondered who coined the phrase 'long term happiness', is there a middle term happiness or extended term happiness? Didn't know happiness has a fixed period and an expiry date.

To me the real reason for celebrating your birthday is that you survived the last twelve months. No plane crashes and you didn't say hello to a suicide bomber. And for that accomplishment, you get a photo frame or a piece of soap.. If you ever get another photo frame for your birthday, essentially what the giver is saying is "we have not given any thoughts to this gift but we get this feeling that you have a lot of pictures to hang around the house."

But for the jungle people in the tribal society, the birthday is a big problem. They have no dates to begin with and there are no candles around. To them its the same moon same sun everyday. They cannot tell which day you were born except to tie it with something significant. "Son, the day you were born, there was a huge unusual lighting and two gorillas were petting heavily by the side." And that would be the poor chap's birthday. Thats why they can save on the calendars cos you'll never know when the lightning and gorillas are doing it again.

Handphone Theft

Cindy lost her brand new Panasonic handphone in VTC today. I cannot believe how anyone would have stolen it from my desk right before our eyes. She was just showing me how to use it to type Chinese characters, then I left for the washroom and she volunteered to zap some stuff for Mrs Amy, and the next thing I know, she was frantically searching her pockets and bag for the phone!

Cindy came over to show me some pictures of my idol Sam Hui. She is a real sweet gal. Mighty intelligent and super down to earth, so pure and innocent, she is the type many boys would want to bring home to show mummy. A handphone is just another communication device for her and she is not interested in anything fanciful. I think if she didn't get this new phone for free from her brother's new line subscription, she would not have bothered to change her old broken Motorola, which was also another free phone, I think.

Cindy is like a daughter to me. Anything stolen from her is like stealing from me. Thats why I feel the pain, so angry, so victimised and violated. But she is calm and even bought dinner for me after that. Although I could replace the phone easily, it just doesn't feel the same. Anyone who has been a victim of theft would know what its like.

To the person who stole it, (and I think I know who you are), I have this wish list for you :

If you ever walk, I hope one day you step on a banana peel and fall on a rusty nail. If you ever eat prawn noodles, I hope you get diarrhea for 49 days. If you ever get a heart attack, I hope the surgeon forgot his glasses and cut the wrong artery. If you ever suffocate , I hope the medic giving you CPR has bad breath. And I hope if you ever picnic at the East Coast Park, you would accidentally sit on a nest of turbo raged red ants, and you would be wearing your sexy bermudas and the army of red ants would charge up and feast on your testicles!

For us its just a handphone, but for you, its a lifetime of guilt and a everlasting burning sensation between your groins.

The Apology

Just had this parent who walked in and said:

" Sorry, but can I register for my daughter's A.Maths class? "

" ok, your apologies accepted. You can pay by cash or Nets. "

This is about the only job in the world where people apologise to you and give you money for your meals after that. Shiok only!

Another parent walks in:

" Is this a tuition centre? "

" Yes. "

" So you all give tuition? "

" No, our main business is cloning clowns and spiders, but we do give part-time tuition when we are not doing anything. "

I wish I could capture all these precious funny moments on video and put it in the archives where I keep all the bloopers and outtakes of parents and students. Then 100 years later we can all gather to watch them and roll on the floor laughing together with our walking sticks and wheelchairs.

Breaking Wind Part 2

Quote: " Studies have shown that the actions related to flatulence - contractions of the colon, together with a rise in pressure in the rectum and early relaxation of the anal sphincter - are similar to those observed after swallowing, believe it or not! " (The Straits Times, 29 May 04)

Studies? You actually have studies for this fart thing? I think that's where the word 'analyse' came from. To 'anal- lyse'.
This is one clear sign that we have run out of things to research on. We have people sailing for years to discover continents and Nobel prize winners making nuclear bombs and some other Einsteins making good progress on cloning. Then you have these scientists doing studies on farts. How anti-climax can that be? These people are using taxpayers money to study gas coming out of people's rear end!

How are these studies done anyway? Gather a group of people then force feed a gallon of Cokes and wait? And how do they collect the samples? Test tubes or plastic bags? Do they canned it, bottle it or boxed it up then deep freeze it to minus 50 degrees? And how do they know the sound produced is due to the vibration of the anal opening? This is not opera singing you know. You can see the throat vibration of a singer, but for this particular number, you have to be really courageous to even face it.

The part about vegetarians making quieter farts is really astounding. To locate one vegetarian among the crowd is already quite a challenging task, and I have to salute the guy who is able to gather a GROUP of vegetarians to agree on the experiment, that I find it really mind blowing.

The thing about farting as we all know, don't usually come as planned. They are worst than hotel guests cos for the hotel guests, at least we have the approximate time of arrival and the check-out time. But not for these little devils, they usually showed up un-announced and they don't even bother to use the wake up calls.

So for the vegetarians participating in the fart research, its a uphill task. You don't know if you have it or not. You cannot wait in the room together with the rest of the vegetarians cos if the King of farts arrives together and simultaneously, the TORNADO will wipe everybody out.

But its also risky to sit and wait at home because you are not sure when it is due. You are having your shower and then halfway through ..
" Honey, I think I feel the contraction "

" Are you sure? uh-oh, think we better call for the ambulance, let me grab your overnight bag!!! "

" I think its too late !!! "

" ok dear, then breathe!!! One inhale, three exhale, one inhale, three exhale .. "

PoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT .....

" Honey, I think we got ourselves a D-minor. "

Breaking Wind

I dedicate the following newspaper article to some of my students and teachers, some female tennis players, Coca Cola and Singapore Power for their immortal commitment, dedication and contribution to our gassy society.

The Straits Times MAY 29, 2004 Sat

Breaking wind: clearing the (foul)air

Do you have a burning science question? In our weekly series, we get experts to help unravel the mysteries of the universe. Send your questions to stlocal@sph.com.sg

I would like to know why we break wind? And why do some people do it loudly and others silently?

THE technical name for flatulence is 'flatus', or 'rectal gas'. It is actually intestinal gas released via the rectum, referred to also as 'fart' or 'cutting the cheese'.
Gas gets into our digestive system in various ways: by swallowing air, which accounts for very little; production within the intestinal tract, which accounts for a lot; and diffusion from the blood.
The gas that is diffused from the blood is mainly nitrogen and constitutes part of the rectal gas.
Gas is usually removed from our body via belching and breaking wind.
Each time a person swallows food or liquid, he swallows some air. The more frequently a person swallows, the greater the amount of air entering the stomach.
Most air that is swallowed comes out the way it went in. Hence, everyone belches occasionally, often after eating. Since the stomach does not produce air or gas on its own, belching is simply the release of swallowed air from the stomach.
To find out more about flatulence, we have to understand how our intestinal tract works.
Solid food and liquid travel down our throat to the stomach via the oesophagus or gullet.
In the stomach, food is churned into small pieces, partially digested, and then emptied into the small intestine.
How quickly the stomach empties varies, but generally, it happens in one to two hours after eating. The small intestine gently contracts, moving these food fragments down the intestinal tract.
Digestion and absorption of the food substances continue in the small intestine. Here, amino acids, glucose, minerals, vitamins and other nutrients are absorbed.
The indigestible liquid waste then reaches the large intestine, or the colon. Here, much of its water is reabsorbed, leaving behind the more solid stool.
Flatus is gas produced as a result of bacterial activity in the colon, which has hundreds of different bacteria growing in it. These bacteria live peacefully there and provide certain positive health benefits to the body.
In other words, they are harmless and cause no problems. They rely on the indigestible food we eat for their own nutrition.
Certain foods are more likely to cause certain types of bacteria to thrive. Some of these bacteria are called 'gas formers'.
Gas-forming bacteria generally feed on three nutrients: carbohydrates, fats and proteins. Carbohydrates produce the most gas.
If the amount of carbohydrates is reduced or eliminated from the diet, rectal gas or flatus can usually be reduced significantly.
An individual's response to certain foods is also a factor in producing rectal gas. Two people eating the same amount of the same carbohydrate can produce different amounts of rectal gas.
On average, we have about 14 'toots' per day. How often they happen do not seem to be determined by gender, age or the ability of an individual's colonic flora.
What about the noise? What makes some people break wind loudly?
Contrary to popular belief, the sound is not due to the flapping of the butt!
It is produced by the vibrations of the anal opening.
The loud toots are basically a result of three things - the volume of gas, the force and velocity with which it is expelled, and the tightness of the anus' sphincter muscles.
The presence of haemorrhoids and other anatomical features that could resonate also affects the sound.
People with large haemorrhoids, for example, will sound off louder than people with lax anal sphincter muscles.
Vegetarians, who actually pass out a lot of gas, would be quieter because they have large, bulky stool and looser sphincters. Their breaking wind will be detected socially only if what they let off is foul-smelling.
Carnivores may have less gas but, since they have tighter anal sphincter muscles and may be more constipated, their toots could be high drama!
Studies have shown that the actions related to flatulence - contractions of the colon, together with a rise in pressure in the rectum and early relaxation of the anal sphincter - are similar to those observed after swallowing, believe it or not!

Assistant Professor Diana Ang
National Institute of Education
Nanyang Technological University