George Yeo on politics and the media

“The most profound impact is in the way hierarchies are being corroded by information technology disintermediating what kept this hierarchy intact in the first place. Sometimes by ignorance, sometimes by hypocrisy. Sometimes by rituals. Sometimes by selective information and disinformation.”

In the past, a child could become an emperor because he’s all dressed up, protected by courts, by music, by distance, and people bowed. Today, the cameras are everywhere. The microphones are everywhere. And if you are not authentic, you will be laughed at. The emperor has no clothes. This has changed relationships in a profound way. Between parents and children. Between teachers and students. Between doctors and patients. Between priests and laity. Between government leaders and voters.”

At the end of all this

At the end of all this,

You won’t forget the person that you have started out as
You will continue to live on words and words
You will die with your dreams intact and your friendships unsullied
You will remain,

You will always remain.

no place

Working on the skeleton of an article for China Outlook, thinking about home and family and strength that manifests unspoken, blood that is thicker than water, afternoon heat wearing off and music stretching into the night. Every day I learn something new and precious at the same time.

I’m so happy when I get to write, words of any kind, and when I get rewarded or at least minimally recognized for it. I don’t think there’s anything else that I’ll really like to do, at least for now.

The Place Where We Are Right

by Yehuda Amichai

From the place where we are right
flowers will never grow
in the Spring.

The place where we are right
is hard and trampled
like a yard.

But doubts and loves
dig up the world
like a mole, a plough.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
where the ruined
house once stood.


We have been on the road for almost three weeks now, trailing through moutains and lakes, tongues and transit lounges. At this very moment I can almost taste the hot burn of ban mian on my tongue, the lull of the scorching afternoon heat, the sultry evening air and people, people everywhere, City Hall and Clarke Quay and stifling little Yishun Bus Interchange. Familiarity rears its head in different ways, in the tilt of an accent and a language, in people whom you have been living with in close proximity for a year, the intimacy of unspoken thoughts, the sounds in the early morning haze before you wake up from slumber. Two or three years ago, everything seemed to have changed but now it all remains ever so the same. Summer, I am waiting.


Wandered around the moors today with Wenli who came to visit from Cambridge, and actually walked the city walls for the first time ever which was surprisingly therapeutic. We also discovered an art installation in a little tiny medieval tower and met loads of nice people. Seeing Yorkshire through her eyes…I think I will really miss this place, a place where so many different types of memories have been made, a place where I have learned so much about myself and others, and negotiated through so many new and different experiences.

On the other hand I think I’m really excited for the family to come up next week, and for me to be able to share this place with them. There is so much about this locale and home that I would like to reconcile, and I think that there is so much more they can understand about my life here, and also our relationship with one and other, when we spend these three weeks together.

Just one last obstacle to clear before I leave, but it is okay, I will not let it get me down. That I can safely say.


If you want to write, just write. Keep doing it and don’t stop. Never tell yourself that you don’t want to be heard, that you will be not good enough.