這兩天呆在家里看了偶像劇 “醉後決定愛上你。”











Tears of joy are rolling down my cheeks. I am absolutely over the moon! It’s such a relief to know that I have not given up the last 3 months of my life to study in vain. God, you are so good to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Christianity in show-business

Ever since I was a kid, I have always loved the performing arts. I love putting on the clothes of another person, stepping into her shoes, and becoming a different person for a day. I love living someone elses’ life and thinking someone elses’ thoughts, dealing with friendships and relationships that do not truly belong to me. I love that I can be a naggy old grandmother one day, an abusive mother the next, and a foreign immigrant from China on the third. I love that acting allows me to do things I would never do, say things that I never should, or go places I never thought I’d ever visit. Acting allows my imagination to run wild, my creative juices to flow freely, and my entire being to find pleasure in pretending. What’s more, I absolutely love standing on centre stage, soaking up the spotlight and basking in my audience’s applause.

As a kid, my love for theatre went far beyond rehearsals and performances; I craved the fame and fortune of being an established performing artist. For most of my childhood and teenage years, I really wanted to be a celebrity. I wished to be talent-spotted from every play or production that I performed in. In my own playtime, I would make-believe that I was an international superstar that people the world over loved and worshipped. I even practiced signing autographs! I guess it was all harmless fun then, save for the unhealthy dose of self-obsession that I often indulged myself in.

Thinking back on these childhood aspirations, I cannot help but realise how incompatible “celebrity” is from the values of my “Christianity.”

In show business, there is a never-ending quest for beauty and perfection. Female celebrities are first judged by how flawless their skin is, how big their breasts are, how long their legs look, or how thin they can starve themselves into. Male celebrities on the other hand, seek after toned abs, huge muscles and chiselled faces. It does not matter how talented you are, you will only go far if you’ve got looks at the top of your agenda. Lucky you, if you have been born looking like a god/goddess. If you aren’t blessed in the looks department, then you better dig deep into your pockets for some plastic surgery cash!

How greatly this diverges from God’s teaching! God cares not for whether we are aesthetically pleasing or not, He looks deep into our hearts to know who we really are. Even Jesus “had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him” (Isaiah 53:2b); if the man God approved of and loved most never needed to be handsome and charming, why then are we so obsessed with outward appearances? “Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman who feareth the Lord, she shall be praised” (Proverbs 31:30).

In the world of celebrity, self-promotion is also key. You want producers to use you in their next movie, you want someone to invest in your next music album, you want endless invitations for your appearance in advertisements. And so, people put themselves out there to sell themselves. Who cares that “whoever exalts himself will be humbled, and whoever humbles himself will be exalted” (Matthew 23:12). Who cares that God is unimpressed when we brag about our greatness, but instead delights when we boast about our weaknesses? Scrap humility, scrap integrity. I am amazing, I am beautiful, I am desirable, choose me. Oh, that isn’t good enough for you? How about if I dress really skimpily? Or if I make headlines with scandalous news? I promise you’ll get your money’s worth by using me.

Speaking of money making, the entire entertainment industry revolves around dollars and cents, doesn’t it? One doesn’t just become famous, one becomes rich and famous. When you acquire celebrity status, people pay to watch you. And because they have paid you, you do what they want you to do- kiss someone you don’t love, film a bedroom scene as an adulteress, curse and swear like an unrefined hooligan, propagate corrupt values that belong to a fallen world. The money will make you rich, but it will not make you happy, because the money was paid for you to sell your soul, your body, your integrity. It is no wonder then, that so many celebrities are depressed and desperate, drunken and drugged-up to escape the despair of having bartered their lives for a wad of cash that can never buy back their freedom and  privacy. “What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, yet forfeit his soul?” (Mark 8:36). Behind the stunning dresses, gorgeous shoes and blinding bling, we often find a sorrowful skeleton who has forgotten what it is like to be a normal human being, because he or she has chosen to serve money over God.

And finally, idol-worship. A sin against the first of God’s 10 commandments, yet a sin that can never be divorced from show business. God explicitly says that “Thou shalt have no other gods before me” (Exodus 20:3). Yet, we defiantly insist on robbing Him of His rightful throne in our hearts. And in His place, we shove a celebrity onto the pedestal that only God can be truly worthy of. We throw on a fake robe and put on a rusty crown for our idols and worship them as though they created the universe. Hearts are sent racing and bodies trembling when our favourite celebrity lifts a finger to pick their nose or fix their hair. And somehow, some of those worshipped strangely manage to convince themselves that they are indeed God, and that they deserve to be honoured and exalted for… nothing? We have gone completely bonkers with idol worship in this totally depraved world.

Having said all that, I am not trying to imply that all Christians should shun work in the entertainment industry at all costs. The inside workings of the industry is complicated and its values often dodgy, but it is filled with people who need to hear the gospel! How will the godless ever come to know the Lord if Christians refuse to bring the gospel to them in their own environment? How will they come to learn of the love and friendship that Jesus offers if Christians do not come and share it with them in their workplaces? When Jesus walked on this earth, he ate with tax collectors and sinners. He did not shun them because he was “holier than thou;” instead, he befriended them because they needed the salvation that he had to offer.

It makes me smile every time I see a celebrity publicly talk about their faith in God on TV. Firstly because God and His greatness is being publicly professed and the thousands of people watching TV will hear it, and secondly because it is nice to know that there are still Christian artists fighting the good fight of faith.

I cannot begin to fathom how hard it must be to love God and obey His laws in such a hostile workplace. They must have suffered mockery from those who have discarded Christian values into the bin of “old-fashioned irrelevance.” It must be difficult having to deal with being put on God’s throne against your wishes by fans who love you too excessively. Oh how I would hate to become the very idol that causes God’s wrath against another person! Attendance at church must be a huge struggle for Christian artists too, especially when you have a seven day working week that bears no recognition of the concept of weekends or private time. How Christian celebrities press on in their faith with little spiritual feeding and minimal fellowship from their church families truly baffles me. It can only come from God.

May God watch over the Christians in show business.


在我心里, 總是偷偷地盼着能夠在某个幸福的夏天里,終於見到我心儀的力宏。









Artistic expression or criminal vandalism?

I was browsing through yahoo news online yesterday when an article caught my eye.

A 25 year old girl in Singapore has recently been arrested for painting the words “My grandfather road” on several roads in the country. Her “crimes” also included the sticking of self-designed stickers with captions such as “press to time travel” and “anyhow press police catch,” at strategic public places. She has been labelled a vandal, and faces the possibility of a fine, a 3-year jail sentence, and even caning.

Since the news broke, the public appears to be divided in opinion regarding her arrest. A proportion of people feel that her actions are simply an outflowing of creative expression that should not be stifled; yet, there are others who argue that vandalism is vandalism regardless of whether it is creative or not.

All images from http://skl0.tumblr.com/

I personally think that her “vandalism” seems pretty tame. It is quite creative indeed, and I think it would put a smile on my face should I come across a traffic light button that I could press to time-travel. I would probably walk away from that particular traffic light feeling a little more lighthearted than I did a moment ago. I think what she has done is subtle and fun, much unlike the loud and offensive graffiti that we more commonly associate with vandalism. Besides the spray-painting of public roads (this is less acceptable as it is harder to remove), I don’t think her stickers can really count as vandalism. Posters and advertisements are stuck on walls, bus stops, overhead bridges and random pillars all the time, how is a tiny little sticker any different?

Singapore has become infamous for being a place where you can get punished for every tiny little thing you do. I remember one of my friends telling another mutual friend who was planning a trip to our little island, “Be careful when you are there, you could get killed! They’ll hang you for chewing on bubblegum.” Of course, this friend had been exaggerating to get a reaction out of me. However, for that to come up as a first thought regarding travel to Singapore is saying something about the impression we are making on others. You get fined for chewing gum, fined for littering, fined for jaywalking, fined for eating on the bus or train, and now, fined for sticking stickers on traffic lights.

I am not saying that having laws and living by them is bad, what I am saying is that sometimes they are just not necessary and all we need is a little bit of common sense. When we lose our ability to use our common sense and depend too much on stringent law that dictates what we can or cannot do, we become a society that is uptight and inflexible, boring and unimaginative, filled with law-abiding and degree-holding graduates who cannot accept creative expression in a way that has not been prescribed by the law.

Thinking about street art that could potentially count for vandalism has led me to think about Ben Wilson and his works. Ben Wilson is an English chewing gum artist who creates tiny masterpieces on gum that is stuck to the pavement. His paintings are so intricate and beautiful. Whoever knew that disgusting gum on the ground can be turned into tiny canvases that would bear smile-evoking pieces of art?

Images from http://www.lifeartworks.com/amazing-bubblegum-art-ben-wilson/

Creativity is beautiful, and its beauty is expressed through art.

Art is a lunatic, it cares not for rule or reason.

Let us embrace the beautiful lunatic and its psychedelic dreams, lest life takes on a boring shade of black and white.

Doctors on strike

Plans have been made by the British government to rob doctors of their pension. After a major overhaul of our pension scheme in 2008, and despite the fact that our contributions bring in almost £2billion/year to the treasury, the government now says that the scheme is not viable and they want to take more from us. Junior doctors like myself are being forced to pay more over the course of our careers, only to get a lot less on retirement than what older doctors are drawing from their pensions now. We are being asked to work till a ripe old age of 68 as well, which will mean that we have a fewer number of healthy life-years to enjoy this meagre retirement fund. Doctors across the country are naturally outraged, and despite negotiations, the powers that be have refused to back down. We have been let down.

The British Medical Association recently polled all its members to find out what our views are on the possibility of taking industrial action. Of the 12000 votes cast by doctors all across the country, 92% are in agreement for industrial action to be taken. And so, for the first time in 40 years, doctors in the UK are going on strike. We are not asking for preferential treatment, we just want to be treated fairly. It is not about the money anymore; it is about principle, about rejecting injustice.

As doctors, our hippocratic oath dictates that we will “first, do no harm.” As such, patient safety remains a top priority through it all. All urgent and emergency care will still be provided on the day of industrial action, but all elective operation lists, non-urgent outpatient consultations and GP appointments will be postponed. Since the strong mandate has been given for industrial action to be taken, I have heard people comment on how the public is going to hate doctors even more. I find that upsetting. We doctors are human too, we have lives to lead, mortgages to pay, children to bring up, and retirement to plan for. Just as you don’t want to have to work longer, pay more and receive less, we don’t want that for ourselves too. Just as you feel you have the right to take industrial action as a teacher, or an immigration officer, or an engineer, we too have the right to take action when we are wronged. Why do you hate us just because it inconveniences you for one day? Do the sacrifices that we make for you everyday not count for anything anymore? Don’t accuse us of being “money-faced,” it is not about the money anymore; it is about principle, about rejecting injustice.

This is the first time in my short doctoring career hitherto seeing doctors take action in retaliation to unjust treatment. Even when I was a medical student, I have always felt that doctors are too passive and conciliatory. Perhaps it all stems from our history of humiliatory training, when it is acceptable for consultants to insult and shame you publicly, telling you how useless you are as you hang your head in self-reproach. We get treated badly, but never seem too keen to make a fuss about the treatment we have received. Doctors are being bullied all the time. Managers tell us which patients will have their operations and when, they tell us how our theatre lists will be ordered and run, they pressurise doctors to discharge patients so someone else can get a bed in the hospital, they reprimand you for having a chocolate or a drink at the nursing station, they accuse you of being lazy and uncontactable when all you’ve done is go for your first meal of the day at 4pm, they take away our doctors’ offices, take away our on-call bedrooms, take away tea & coffee provision in theatres… People just don’t look after their doctors anymore.

I saw a short piece of writing that one of my friends posted up on her facebook wall recently. It struck a cord in my heart, so I will share it with you here: