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This is not going to be a standard Christmas message. I thought this year, let's not have someone draft the same generic message that politicians get their office to churn out year in, year out.

I went to a Catholic primary school in Japan. Unlike most convent schools in Malaysia, my school was run by Canadian Catholic priests. Many of my teachers were priests. Brother Raymond, a tall, curly-haired Québécois was once such teacher who left an impression on me about hard work and fair play.

Everyday we would begin school with prayer. For non-Christians like me we just bowed our head in silence out of respect while Christian students prayed. Sometimes I would recite the Al Fatihah quietly to myself. Sometimes I would just daydream.

There was a crucifix in every classroom. Brother Raymond wore a big cross around his neck on a chain on top of his black clerical shirt. Many of my friends went for their Holy Communion and had their pictures taken for the yearbook.

We all sang in a choir. When it came to Christmas, non-Christians also sang the non-religious songs. I think some even sang the religious songs but just kept quiet during certain lines!

I went to my friends' houses for Christmas. I was given presents. My parents were well prepared so I brought presents with me also to give to my hosts.

None of this affected my own faith. My parents instilled in me a strong foundation in Islam. I led congregational prayers among my peers when I was small. I took part in Quran recitals organised by the embassy. Nothing I experienced at my Catholic school could undermine or shake my faith.

The point of my brief recollection is this: have faith in your own faith. If your belief is strong, no one can make you lose your religion.

And if you are sure of your own convictions, you will respect others even more. You won't view them as a threat, as people secretly working to proselytise you. You might even learn from them as I did from Brother Raymond.

To everyone celebrating, have a happy Christmas.

By now, you have probably heard about my father’s red box. Minister Heng Swee Keat posted about it last week. The red box was a fixture of my father’s work routine. It is now on display at the National Museum of Singapore in his memorial exhibition.

Some of my father’s other personal items are there too. His barrister’s wig (of horsehair) from when he was admitted to the Bar. And a Rolex Oyster Perpetual watch given to him by the Singapore Union of Postal and Telecommunications Workers after he represented them in the famous postmen’s strike in 1952.

I enjoyed my visit to the exhibition a few days ago. Was happy to hear that many of you went yesterday. The exhibition will be on until 26 April. – LHL

MR LEE'S RED BOX

Mr Lee Kuan Yew had a red box. When I worked as Mr Lee’s Principal Private Secretary, or PPS, a good part of my daily life revolved around the red box. Before Mr Lee came in to work each day, the locked red box would arrive first, at about 9 am.

As far as the various officers who have worked with Mr Lee can remember, he had it for many, many years. It is a large, boxy briefcase, about fourteen centimetres wide. Red boxes came from the British government, whose Ministers used them for transporting documents between government offices. Our early Ministers had red boxes, but Mr Lee is the only one I know who used his consistently through the years. When I started working for Mr Lee in 1997, it was the first time I saw a red box in use. It is called the red box but is more a deep wine colour, like the seats in the chamber in Parliament House.

This red box held what Mr Lee was working on at any one time. Through the years, it held his papers, speech drafts, letters, readings, and a whole range of questions, reflections, and observations. For example, in the years that Mr Lee was working on his memoirs, the red box carried the multiple early drafts back and forth between his home and the office, scribbled over with his and Mrs Lee’s notes.

For a long time, other regular items in Mr Lee’s red box were the cassette tapes that held his dictated instructions and thoughts for later transcription. Some years back, he changed to using a digital recorder.

The red box carried a wide range of items. It could be communications with foreign leaders, observations about the financial crisis, instructions for the Istana grounds staff, or even questions about some trees he had seen on the expressway. Mr Lee was well-known for keeping extremely alert to everything he saw and heard around him – when he noticed something wrong, like an ailing raintree, a note in the red box would follow.

We could never anticipate what Mr Lee would raise – it could be anything that was happening in Singapore or the world. But we could be sure of this: it would always be about how events could affect Singapore and Singaporeans, and how we had to stay a step ahead. Inside the red box was always something about how we could create a better life for all.

We would get to work right away. Mr Lee’s secretaries would transcribe his dictated notes, while I followed up on instructions that required coordination across multiple government agencies. Our aim was to do as much as we could by the time Mr Lee came into the office later.

While we did this, Mr Lee would be working from home. For example, during the time that I worked with him (1997-2000), the Asian Financial Crisis ravaged many economies in our region and unleashed political changes. It was a tense period as no one could tell how events would unfold. Often, I would get a call from him to check certain facts or arrange meetings with financial experts.

In the years that I worked for him, Mr Lee’s daily breakfast was a bowl of dou hua (soft bean curd), with no syrup. It was picked up and brought home in a tiffin carrier every morning, from a food centre near Mr Lee’s home. He washed it down with room-temperature water. Mr Lee did not take coffee or tea at breakfast.

When Mr Lee came into the office, the work that had come earlier in the red box would be ready for his review, and he would have a further set of instructions for our action.

From that point on, the work day would run its normal course. Mr Lee read the documents and papers, cleared his emails, and received official calls by visitors. I was privileged to sit in for every meeting he conducted. He would later ask me what I thought of the meetings – it made me very attentive to every word that was said, and I learnt much from Mr Lee.

Evening was Mr Lee’s exercise time. Mr Lee has described his extensive and disciplined exercise regime elsewhere. It included the treadmill, rowing, swimming and walking – with his ears peeled to the evening news or his Mandarin practice tapes. He would sometimes take phone calls while exercising.

He was in his 70s then. In more recent years, being less stable on his feet, Mr Lee had a simpler exercise regime. But he continued to exercise. Since retiring from the Minister Mentor position in 2011, Mr Lee was more relaxed during his exercises. Instead of listening intently to the news or taking phone calls, he shared his personal stories and joked with his staff.

While Mr Lee exercised, those of us in the office would use that time to focus once again on the red box, to get ready all the day’s work for Mr Lee to take home with him in the evening. Based on the day’s events and instructions, I tried to get ready the materials that Mr Lee might need. It sometimes took longer than I expected, and occasionally, I had to ask the security officer to come back for the red box later.

While Mrs Lee was still alive, she used to drop by the Istana at the end of the day, in order to catch a few minutes together with Mr Lee, just to sit and look at the Istana trees that they both loved. They chatted about what many other old couples would talk about. They discussed what they should have for dinner, or how their grandchildren were doing.

Then back home went Mr Lee, Mrs Lee and the red box. After dinner, Mr and Mrs Lee liked to take a long stroll. In his days as Prime Minister, while Mrs Lee strolled, Mr Lee liked to ride a bicycle. It was, in the words of those who saw it, “one of those old man bicycles”. None of us who have worked at the Istana can remember him ever changing his bicycle. He did not use it in his later years, as he became frail, but I believe the “old man bicycle” is still around somewhere.

After his dinner and evening stroll, Mr Lee would get back to his work. That was when he opened the red box and worked his way through what we had put into it in the office.

Mr Lee’s study is converted out of his son’s old bedroom. His work table is a simple, old wooden table with a piece of clear glass placed over it. Slipped under the glass are family memorabilia, including a picture of our current PM from his National Service days. When Mrs Lee was around, she stayed up reading while Mr Lee worked. They liked to put on classical music while they stayed up.

In his days as PM, Mr Lee’s average bedtime was three-thirty in the morning. As Senior Minister and Minister Mentor, he went to sleep after two in the morning. If he had to travel for an official visit the next day, he might go to bed at one or two in the morning.

Deep into the night, while the rest of Singapore slept, it was common for Mr Lee to be in full work mode.

Before he went to bed, Mr Lee would put everything he had completed back in the red box, with clear pointers on what he wished for us to do in the office. The last thing he did each day was to place the red box outside his study room. The next morning, the duty security team picked up the red box, brought it to us waiting in the office, and a new day would begin.

Let me share two other stories involving the red box.

In 1996, Mr Lee underwent balloon angioplasty to insert a stent. It was his second heart operation in two months, after an earlier operation to widen a coronary artery did not work. After the operation, he was put in the Intensive Care Unit for observation. When he regained consciousness and could sit up in bed, he asked for his security team. The security officer hurried into the room to find out what was needed. Mr Lee asked, “Can you pass me the red box?”

Even at that point, Mr Lee’s first thought was to continue working. The security officer rushed the red box in, and Mr Lee asked to be left to his work. The nurses told the security team that other patients of his age, in Mr Lee’s condition, would just rest. Mr Lee was 72 at the time.

In 2010, Mr Lee was hospitalised again, this time for a chest infection. While he was in the hospital, Mrs Lee passed away. Mr Lee has spoken about his grief at Mrs Lee’s passing. As soon as he could, he left the hospital to attend the wake at Sri Temasek.

At the end of the night, he was under doctor’s orders to return to the hospital. But he asked his security team if they could take him to the Singapore River instead. It was late in the night, and Mr Lee was in mourning. His security team hastened to give a bereaved husband a quiet moment to himself.

As Mr Lee walked slowly along the bank of the Singapore River, the way he and Mrs Lee sometimes did when she was still alive, he paused. He beckoned a security officer over. Then he pointed out some trash floating on the river, and asked, “Can you take a photo of that? I’ll tell my PPS what to do about it tomorrow.” Photo taken, he returned to the hospital.

I was no longer Mr Lee’s PPS at the time. I had moved on to the Monetary Authority of Singapore, to continue with the work to strengthen our financial regulatory system that Mr Lee had started in the late 1990s. But I can guess that Mr Lee probably had some feedback on keeping the Singapore River clean. I can also guess that the picture and the instructions were ferried in Mr Lee’s red box the next morning to the office. Even as Mr Lee lay in the hospital. Even as Mrs Lee lay in state.

The security officers with Mr Lee were deeply touched. When I heard about these moments, I was also moved.

I have taken some time to describe Mr Lee’s red box. The reason is that, for me, it symbolises Mr Lee’s unwavering dedication to Singapore so well. The diverse contents it held tell us much about the breadth of Mr Lee’s concerns – from the very big to the very small; the daily routine of the red box tells us how Mr Lee’s life revolved around making Singapore better, in ways big and small.

By the time I served Mr Lee, he was the Senior Minister. Yet he continued to devote all his time to thinking about the future of Singapore. I could only imagine what he was like as Prime Minister. In policy and strategy terms, he was always driving himself, me, and all our colleagues to think about what each trend and development meant for Singapore, and how we should respond to it in order to secure Singapore’s wellbeing and success.

As his PPS, I saw the punishing pace of work that Mr Lee set himself. I had a boss whose every thought and every action was for Singapore.

But it takes private moments like these to bring home just how entirely Mr Lee devoted his life to Singapore.

In fact, I think the best description comes from the security officer who was with Mr Lee both of those times. He was on Mr Lee’s team for almost 30 years. He said of Mr Lee: “Mr Lee is always country, country, country. And country.”

This year, Singapore turns 50. Mr Lee would have turned 92 this September. Mr Lee entered the hospital on 5 February 2015. He continued to use his red box every day until 4 February 2015.

(Photo: MCI)

You have given me all the riches that life could offer and afforded me with the opportunity to feel fortunate at any given moment. Every achievements we've made throughout these 7years since we left home is all dedicated to you(; Our success is a testament to your self-sacrifice and inexhaustible love.Thank you for instilling all of your years of wisdom onto me. Taken you to places from Tokyo Taiwan Beijing SanYa Paris to London..Anywhere you wanna go is my promise to fulfill it for you. Bcus nothing in this world is as precious as you..You are all I ever need...母親節快樂! LOVE you my Dearest Mom!!💋

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中文翻譯 / Chinese Translation :
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英文翻譯 / English Translation :
https://lyricaljourneys.wordpress.com/2020/02/23/marie/

日文歌詞 / Japanese Lyrics :
毎夜　深紅の宴　泡沫に抱かれて
14の時にすぐに　迷子のまま

覚えのない言葉と 偽りの首飾りすら
壁の画の誰かの悲しみを語り出す

奪われることを恐れて　与えられること忘れて
終わりを告げていく美しい日々
10月の雨に打たれて　目を閉じた　その時に
何を手に入れるのだろう？　教えてよ marie

毎夜　指輪の森で　あの風に吹かれて
12の唄　紡いで　夢見ていた

縋る様に抱き合う　平然と狼狽ですら
壁の画のいつかの輝きを語り出す

麗しき天で結ばれ　この地上で引き裂かれて
光を消していく　愛おしい日々
飾られた椅子に腰掛け　振り払うその腕に
何を手に入れるのだろう？　教えてよ marie

繋ぐために捨ててきた　境界を越えて
脱ぎ捨て去った白いドレスは　今も泣いてるの？

奪われることを恐れて　与えられること忘れて
終わりを告げていく美しい日々
10月の雨に打たれて　目を閉じた　その時に
何を手に入れるのだろう？　教えてよ marie

中文歌詞 / Chinese Lyrics :
每夜，都被如泡沫般虛幻的深紅宴會環繞
一成十四歲，便與往昔告別如迷失般無助

就連不存在記憶中的種種交談話語，與虛偽的華麗墜飾
將一同講述起牆上繪畫中，曾幾何時某人的悲傷過往

畏懼失去所有一切、也忘卻自他人獲取的喜悅
被宣告終結的美好時日也早已逝去
在那十月的雨水曾放肆吹打、妳闔上眼眸之時
妳又領悟並習得了什麼呢？請妳告訴我吧瑪麗

每夜，伴隨吹徐而來的陣陣微風，在樹林的環繞下進入夢鄉
在如此沉靜的夢中，悄悄瞥見前人編寫的12首詩歌

就連過往的平淡無奇與狼狽，也能如相互扶持般擁抱
一同談起牆上繪畫中曾幾何時的光芒與榮耀

在絢麗的蒼穹下嫁入，但卻在這片土地迎來碎裂般的結尾
那段漸滅的輝煌，是曾令眾人思慕的日子
當妳倚在華麗的座椅上，優雅地揮著手、拍打著整理袖口
妳在那段時光中獲得了什麼呢？請妳和我說說吧瑪麗

穿越那為攀附而離去的國界
即使早已脫下並丟棄象徵離去的白洋裝，現在，妳還會哭泣嗎？

畏懼失去所有一切、也忘卻自他人獲取的喜悅
被宣告終結的美好時日也早已逝去
在那十月的雨水曾放肆吹打、妳闔上眼眸之時
妳又領悟並習得了什麼呢？請妳告訴我吧瑪麗

英文歌詞 / English Lyrics :
Every night, the banquet in crimson
as if enclosed in a water bubble
Soon as she turned fourteen
still as a lost child

Words not remembered and
even the fake necklace
I’m conveying someone’s sadness
whose painting hung on the wall

Fear for what was taken
Forget about the things given
I will tell of the beautiful days of the end
Drenched by the rain in October
The time when you finally closed your eyes
What have you actually achieved?
Please tell me, Marie

In the ring-shaped forest
while being blown by the wind
Spin the twelve songs
and saw a dream

To embrace as if clinging onto something
Even as for the calmness and confusion
I’m conveying the brilliance of the time
depicted by the picture on the wall

To be tied to a beautiful point
to be torn up of the ground
Lovely days where lights will be gone
Sitting on the decorated chair
shaking off that arm
What have you actually achieved?
Please tell me, Marie

Abandoned to connect
overcoming boundaries
The white dress being cast off
is still crying now

Fear for what was taken
Forget about the things given
I will tell of the beautiful days of the end
Drenched by the rain in October
The time when you finally closed your eyes
What have you actually achieved?
Please tell me, Marie

Hello Internet, my name is Ray, I'm a YouTuber from Taiwan, and this is an open letter to the World Health Organization.

Dear WHO, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but a lot of your members have been voicing support for the inclusion of Taiwan in the WHO.

Since the novel coronavirus outbreak was designated as a global health emergency, core WHO members and their heads of state and officials, including Justin Trudeau, Shinzo Abe, 7 American senators, and the European Union (and more), have called on you to grant at the very least observer status to Taiwan. Having said that, I feel like as a Taiwanese citizen, it’s imperative that we also speak up for ourselves.

Disease knows no boundaries. Taiwan’s participation in the WHO is crucial not just to Taiwan but also to the world. A concerted, global effort is the only way to ensure the health and welfare of everyone. The coronavirus that began in Wuhan, China, has already spread to other regions and countries, excluding Taiwan could make it a "blind spot" in the international response to the disease.

Additionally, back in 2003, the SARS outbreak resulted in 73 lives taken in Taiwan. If we had been included in the WHO back then, we would’ve had better understanding of the virus and maybe, who knows, more lives could have been saved.

But we’re not just here playing the victim here, Taiwan can help. Taiwan’s healthcare system is lauded as among the best in the world, and our medical standards are generally on par with top global countries. The inclusion of Taiwan in world health assemblies and events would enable it to share its invaluable experiences in combating SARS, Ebola and other pandemics, helping countries around the world, including China. With our universal health coverage, health emergency response, and professional medical training, Taiwan can benefit the world.

Now you might say, Taiwan’s already represented by China in the WHO, but Taiwan’s geological separation and its independent disease control system and air traffic management provide further justification to why the WHO must take different approaches to Taiwan and China amid the coronavirus outbreak.

Also, given our proximity, Taiwan is at the very frontline battling this coronavirus from China, and we are skilled, determined, and equipped with past experiences combating different viruses. Excluding us is putting close to 24 million lives and the global population at risk.

As a Taiwanese, as a member of the global community, I am asking you on behalf of the world to include Taiwan. By allowing our participation in the WHO, you will be realizing the organization’s vision of health as a basic human right and health for all without exception. Thank you for your time.

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大家好，我是阿滴，我是一名來自台灣的 YouTuber。這是給世界衛生組織的一封公開信。

親愛的世界衛生組織，不知道你們有沒有注意到，貴組織最近有越來越多成員在聲援台灣成為世衛的一分子。在新型冠狀病毒被列為全球衛生緊急事件後，世衛核心會員國的元首和官員們，包括加拿大總理杜魯道、日本首相安倍、七位美國參議員，和歐盟（以及其他代表）等等，皆紛紛站出來呼籲讓台灣至少能以觀察員的身份參與世界衛生組織。說到這裡，身為一個台灣人，我認為我們也必須站出來替自己發聲。

疾病的肆虐是無視國界的。台灣能否參與世界衛生組織不僅對我們重要，對全世界也很重要。全球團結一致、齊心協力，才能最有效的保障所有人的健康與福祉。從中國武漢開始的冠狀病毒疫情已擴散到其他地區與國家，將台灣排除在世界衛生組織外將造成國際上防疫的「盲點」。

此外，2003年爆發的SARS疫情，造成台灣失去了73條性命。如果我們當初有在世界衛生組織內，對於病毒就能有更深入的了解，而或許，就會有更多人因此得救了。

然而，我們並不是要博取同情，而是想讓世界知道台灣能幫上忙。台灣擁有全球最佳的健保制度，還有與其他先進國家並駕齊驅的醫療水準。如果讓台灣參與世界衛生組織，我們將有機會分享對抗SARS和其他流行疾病的寶貴經驗，進一步幫助世界各國，包括中國。透過我們的全民健康覆蓋、衛生應急響應，和專業的醫療訓練，台灣能幫助全世界。


不過，你可能會說，中國已經代表台灣參加世界衛生組織了。但是，台灣在地理位置的區隔下有獨立的疾病控管系統和航空交通管制，這說明了為什麼世界衛生組織在處理冠狀病毒的疫情時更應該對台灣和中國採取不同的應對方式。

同時，台灣跟中國就在隔壁，台灣站在對抗新型冠狀病毒的最前線，且我們有能力、有決心，也有對抗不同病毒的豐富經驗。將我們排除在外，即代表忽視將近2400萬的台灣人民與全球人口的生命安全。

身為一個台灣人、同時也是全球人民的一分子，我向你們請求讓台灣加入世界衛生組織。讓我們參與，即是實踐貴組織的願景：健康是基本人權，沒有人該被排除在外。謝謝你們的時間。

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Behind the Scenes
https://youtu.be/-I6Co7q2wvA

References
http://www9.who.int/about/mission/en/
https://www.mofa.gov.tw/en/News_Content3.aspx?n=E641F7FF2AE058A1&sms=49FF69F409088525&s=E2EAB62FC6165C63&fbclid=IwAR1CAuYHEUWFQBCnC5E7zfRKnh6sR7E_Ir0qgfuT0TBHkJ6e_7XxkgZQAZk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e_WRJzk22pE

Video credits
Script revision: Eric's English Lounge
Pronunciation revision: Columbus
Sound effects & mix: DJ Hauer

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