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Meeting the Giants

Posted by shaunhoon on May 24, 2016
Posted in: Entrepreneurship. 1 Comment

10 Unpublished Stories of the Extraordinary People I Interviewed.

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I was invited by UBD to share my experience on their media advocacy program this morning. Instead of teaching them how to write better or how to be a better  media professional one day, I thought it would be more interesting to share with them the behind-the-scene stories that I have not shared in the public. I think the university lecturer can do a much better job teaching the students technical writing skills.

What I’m about to share though, are unique, because these are all my stories. Not even the best professor in the world can duplicate. I have interviewed plenty more outstanding minds and amazing people throughout my career that are not included in this journal. I chose these 10 stories exactly for this particular context.

Going through this experience, I’m personally surprised by some of the new lessons I discovered along the way. I hope you too, would be able to share the joy in my work.

Enjoy!

 

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The World is Flat

Posted by shaunhoon on November 7, 2015
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As the founding curator of Global Shapers in Bandar Seri Begawan, I was invited to attend the Annual Curators Meeting in Geneva in August. Global Shapers is an initiative by the World Economic Forum to empower the brightest and most promising young leaders in their respective cities to make a difference in their communities. Each year, it brings together the leaders from each hub for a meeting in Switzerland to share best practices and to discuss agendas.
Before going to the event, part of me thought that as a representative from one of the tiniest countries in the world, I would not be good enough to contribute effectively to a meeting which included 450 of the brightest young leaders from all over the world.

 

When I arrived there, I found myself feeling less intimidated by the scale of the event as I quickly warmed up to my surroundings. This was due to the superb organising committee who came up with a wide variety of programs aimed at breaking the ice between participants. Despite my preconceived notions, the majority of the people who I met were not much different from anyone else, in the way they dressed, interacted and behaved.

 

What was interesting was that I noticed even the candidates from USA shared some of the same challenges, doubts and vulnerabilities in forming a new Global Shaper hub for the first time as a Curator. On the other hand, the candidates from China had just as much conviction about environmental and social issues as anyone else in the room. The smartest people I met were not from the most developed countries, in fact, two of the most outstanding people were from Mongolia and Dar es Salaam, Tanzania respectively. I was also blown away by the very artistic and creative ideas that were voiced by a confident woman from Francis Town, Botswana.

 

In the five days that I spent connecting with various people from around the world, I learnt a lot not just from people who were smarter than me; but from people with different expertise, strengths and values. For example, I learned the value of thinking big while sitting on a bus next to a 27 year old from Ireland who had started a movement to acquire a bank building and to change the way people look at banking – he’d created a bank where hustlers, builders and creative deposit ideas lend talents and invest connections (www.thebankofinvention.com).

 

I learned about the value of integrity from a Ghanaian journalist who spoke passionately about not compromising our standards regarding certain “grey” areas which many people just ignore. I learned not to take our peaceful country for granted when one morning, a teammate walked into our group clearly distraught –sharing with us that a family member had just been murdered by the military dictator in Burundi during the night. I was brought to tears by one of the most moving speeches that I’ve ever heard, not one that was delivered on the stage but from the floor, by this deeply compassionate Indian delegate who pulled everyone together through his gift exchange initiative.

 

Incidentally, two of the best buddies I met were from India. They were two of the funniest, weirdest and most thoughtful people (one of them actually quit using smart phones about a year ago in a protest to regain freedom). I can go on and on about the experiences I had and the people I met, but here are my observations:

 

It is indeed true that regardless of our race, culture or religion, we have more in common with each other, than we have differences.

 

Secondly, the world has never been more flat than it is today. The intellectual gap between the most developed country and the least has never been closer. Why? We have the same access to Google, we watch the same Ted Talks and share the same viral videos on YouTube.

 

On my 13-hour flight back home, I looked through some of the profiles of the friends who I’d met on TopLink (an app built for the event program). I realised that most of the people who I’d met have astounding backgrounds: some started their own businesses from ground up; some hold significant titles in the government sectors; some hold high profile jobs for multinational companies; some are shaping the community through their work in the education sector; while others were founders of their own NGOs, so on and so forth. I also realised that these seemingly extraordinary people I read about just a moment ago were just ordinary people like the smart friends I have back in Brunei. The only difference between them and those that I have in Brunei is that they mainly come from bigger countries, with bigger populations and have more exposure.

 

However, what separates the Global Shapers from everyone else is that they have a very different belief system. They don’t just think about changing the world; as we speak, they are all around the world, rolling up their sleeves and making the world a better place. The most important discovery above all else is that, you and I too can shape the world the way they do, if we share this same belief!

 

 

Global Shapers Bandar Seri Begawan is now recruiting! If you are between the ages of 20 and 29, have attained outstanding achievements in your field, exhibit exemplary leadership qualities and are community minded, we invite you to apply by sending your CV to Bandar-seri-begawan@globalshapers.org.

 

You can learn more about us at GlobalShapers.org.

 

Special tribute to

 

* Marshal Pollard, Hao Yang, Lkhagva Erdene & Deus Valentine, Katlego Kolayane – Kesupile, Peter Edgar, Gary Al-Smith, Olivier Manirankunda, Mark Stone, Sudarshan Chitale & Anand Chitravanshi and Reem Jabak.

   
    
    
    
    
   
 

 

 
 

   

Those Tiny Little Feet (of My Irreplaceable Grandma)

Posted by shaunhoon on December 26, 2014
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My uncle always says that: “There’s no point crying and moaning when one is gone; what matters is how you treat each other when they were still around.”

I didn’t see him shed too many tears during the passing of grandma – for a very good reason, of course. It was however, a very difficult act for me to follow, especially when I know that I am guilty of many shortcomings myself.

When I was alone with Lita today (Grandma’s dear helper for 22 years) while seated next to Grandma in her coffin chiller, I curiously asked Lita who was grandma’s favorite grandchild. It was a question that had never occurred to me at all until Eddy brought it up on Whatsapp today.

Without skipping a heartbeat, Lita responded that it was me. While a part of me was overwhelmed with warmth, joy and love and a tiny sense of victory; the other part of me was crushed into a million little pieces. I tried to suppress my tears that very moment, because I knew deep down inside that I was not worthy.

Growing up, I secretly despised the fact that I was the one who got the most scolding from grandma. At one stage of my life, I was even convinced that she hated me.

Nothing I did was ever good enough for her. She always held me to military standards; be it my grades, the clothes I wear, my seating posture or even with my hairstyle.

There were always rules and boundaries for us to abide to; like how to behave at the dinner table – who gets to eat first, who to greet, how to address the elders and the never ending list of what-not-to-dos during Chinese New Year.

And whenever there was a feud between my cousin and me, I would always be the one to get the blame. Grandma to me was a strict communist leader that could send shiver to my spine with just one look.

Still, she hasn’t changed after all these years. The other day, she paid me a surprise visit with Aunty Ling to a business event that I organised. Later on when I caught up with her, she complained that I did not publicly acknowledge her presence. Despite the comment, that day was probably one of the proudest moment of my professional career because I was being witnessed by grandma while I was seated on stage.

I treasure the moments I spend with grandma whenever I come to KB. I love giving her foot massage, in exchange for juicy stories that she would tell me about her past. There was always something new that I would learn about our heritage with each interaction with grandma. That, as well as getting an update from her about the affairs of all my relatives from all over the world was simply priceless (I tried to pass on the skills to my 3 year old daughter to very little success, although Siena would always earn a big angpow whenever she touched Grandma’s feet).

Grandma was like a wise old owl who knows about anything and everything. While she doesn’t have any particular set of academic qualifications, she advocates learning about life through Hong Kong Drama series. Grandma would always asked us to pay attention to the bad guys on TV for it is through watching the villains that you learn how to avoid pitfalls of the society. She could dissect a difficult problem with great clarity and provide the most pragmatic set of solutions.

Grandma possessed pair of tiny feet that were soft like silk; she preferred a more gentle pressure on her feet in the recent years as her tolerance for pain deteriorated. She always smiled when I asked her how she maintained her beautiful skins, thinking that it was one of my sweet talks for the old lady. Boy, am I going to miss that smooth, tender texture of grandma’s feet for as long as I can remember.

Being a father now, and a leader of my organization, I understand that grandma’s strictness was simply an expression of love; out of kindness and concerns that she had for me. Although she didn’t say much, I knew deep inside that she would have been very proud of my work that day at the event.

To the woman who tirelessly raised up 8 outstanding children, 19 grandkids and 8 great grand children who respect and adore her to bits, the word ‘Success’ seems to be an understatement – diluted in the overused context of our society today- to describe grandma’s achievements.

Such is a life well lived.

One that is worthy to be honored, cherished and celebrated.

5 (surprising) life lessons I learnt from living in Australia

Posted by shaunhoon on November 15, 2014
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Picture: Maki at Hyde Park, WA

Picture: Maki at Hyde Park, WA

Below is a sharing I prepared for an Australian Alumini get together. If you’re thinking of moving to Australia, this may benefit you:

I have spent half my life living in Australia. I first went to Perth at the age of 14 to pursue my further education. I was there for 5 years. After returning to Brunei for my professional career for a few years, I migrated back to Australia for 7 years, before moving back to Brunei again.

Naturally, having spent such a long time living in Australia, the country has influenced and shaped my much of my character, perspective about life and my value systems.

There are many things I love about ‘Down Under’, and like most Aussies, there are equally as much I resisted about it too; the absurd speed limits and the insane number speed traps on the road, the ridiculous property prices, gas prices, parking prices, and a dozen other items plus the painful isolation from the rest of the world, to name a few.

But I digress.

Here are 5 of the surprising life lessons I picked up along the way, while living there.

  1. Manners

One of my very early memories of Australia was from being told off by a service attendant behind the tourist information desk. For those of you who have been to Australia, you can testify that the customer service is not quite like Asia, where you are being treated like a king.

Looking back, the reason I was being “unkindly treated” was to a certain extent, my fault. The attendant greeted me ‘good morning’ and I failed to respond. Instead I proceeded straight with my inquiry.

Where I came from, it was the service attendant’s job to greet; and my job to ignore. Without much hesitation that morning, the attendant put me in my place by insisting that I returned her greeting before answering my questions.

Since then, I began to notice the amount of ‘please’ and ‘thank you’s’ that were being exchanged when people request help from the waiter and waitresses for even just a glass of water.

I realized that the amount of customer service you get is a direct reflection of the attitude you exude. In retrospect, perhaps there was nothing wrong with the customer service culture in Australia; we just need to treat everyone with equal respect!

  1. Pride

I was often intimidated by the bus drivers in Australia to the extent that I would be mindful to bring enough change, to avoid being frowned upon.

In Australia, a bus driver is not a just a bus driver. He is a professional who reaches your stop on time, and ensure the safety and comfort of all the passengers. He is the guy or gal who is knowledgeable about his route, his operation and I wouldn’t be surprised if he knows about the mechanics of the bus too.

He would have no problem in chasing you out of the bus with full authority, if he catches you eating your burger on board. During summer, he would pull his socks all the way up his ankle, in his seriously short khakis and while looking extremely proud in the funny uniform.

Unsurprisingly, he probably makes as much money as you do; while sending you to work in your suit and tie.

Being professional doesn’t stop at just the bus drivers. You would find that most workers in Australia are very knowledgable and take great pride at their work.

What I learned from the Australians are that, when you take pride in your work, and conduct your work professionally, no one can look down at you, even if you wear your pair of socks knee high.

  1. Quality

I spend 3 years selling shoes in Australia. After a while, I was able to predict the kind of shoes that a typical Australian would pick, versus the tourists from Asia.

The pair of shoes that a typical Australian woman buys would often be the boring, dark colored ugly pair of leather shoes that often come with wider toe space for extra comfort. The Australian want a pair of shoes that they could essentially ”live in”.

The Asian women on the other hand would go to the sale section, racking up the prettiest and the most uncomfortable pair of heels, which they would probably wear once in a blue moon. They would typically purchase 3 pairs of them for the price of what an Aussie woman would pay for one.

If you understand the history, culture and the proximity of the Australian people, you would be able to rationalize such behavior to their isolation from the rest of the world. Australians are raised to be very self reliant and independent. As such, they are very pragmatic people who choose practicality and quality above anything else.

Looking through my boring selections on my shoe rack today with many of my rugged leather shoes from more than 3 years ago; you could understand where the influence has come from.

I have unconsciously applied much of this attitude to my work and my life today.

  1. Balance

During my early career in Asia, I used to take great pride in telling people that I worked during weekend. This changed when I started my career in Australia.

The Aussies take their weekend almost as seriously as their national religion: AFL. Their weekend seems to start at 3pm on Friday over pints of beers at the pub. They are the masters of enjoyment when it comes to weekend, often spending the time in the park, the beach or the sports arena with their family and their dogs doing absolutely nothing at all.

The Australians seem to live out to the full notion of the adage that “there is more to life than work” than any other culture I know. I suspect this is the reason why they attract so many migrant there to experience the good life. And I wouldn’t be surprised if this is also the reason why they produce such a vibrant economy that is highly productive, creative and sustainable.

  1. The World

Lastly, you would have missed the bigger opportunity if your sole intention to go to Australia was to learn a bit of English and to be exposed to the Western culture.

Australia is like a big melting pot of different races. Walking down the street, you would bump into people from all over the world. If you were a food lover, Australia would be a gastronomical paradise.

There is a saying that best Hong Kong dim sum in the world can be found in the China Town of Melbourne, arguably the best Italian pasta – in Ciao Italia, South Perth (according to my humble judgement) and the freshest piece of Sushi is fished out directly from the Sydney fish market.

One of the most rewarding experiences for me in Australia was definitely the diverse group of people that I met and kept in touch with, until today.

I learned about the value of hard work and resiliency from my friends in Hong Kong; politeness and attention to detail from my Japanese friends; style and how to be forthright from my French associates, and how to be street smart from South African colleagues. All of these would not have been possible, had it not been my stay in Australia.

Surely, you would not be immune to a certain amount of anti-foreigners sentiment when you live in Australia. It is natural that some of the more conservative and less exposed Aussies may view you as a threat to their job and livelihood. I have personally received my share of racial slurs during my stay there. However, I have also been the recipient of great love, grace and kindness from total strangers who are Australian too.

At the end of the day, I am a better person because of my experience in Australia, and I wish all of you could be richer because of your endeavor down under.

Inspire Living – Launch Speech

Posted by shaunhoon on August 14, 2014
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A Better Way of Living!

Welcome to the launch of Inspire Living Magazine.

Many of you may be wondering why after 2 years, we are embarking on the publishing of a new home and lifestyle magazine.

The short answer is simply this: we are here to create a better, more exciting magazine. One which has a fresh, dynamic look; and has more relevant and interesting information.

Before starting this project we asked ourselves -: how can we produce a better magazine; one which will provide our readers with a holistic inspirational ideas for a better way of living?

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Brunei’s Top 50 Most Influential Women speech | Letter to Siena

Posted by shaunhoon on April 23, 2014
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This is the speech I gave this morning at the release of our Women’s Issue of Inspire magazine. It is also a speech written for my daughter when she is old enough to understand one day. Hope she will find her purpose in life and make a difference; just like the 50 women (and some) featured in the magazine. But whatever she does, I hope she knows that there is nothing more she can do to earn our adoration, approval and unconditional love for her. Lisa Ibrahim will understand. 

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A Better Place

Posted by shaunhoon on November 2, 2013
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I found myself repeating the same story many times a day. All of which are to the people who are genuinely concerned about our well being and have sympathy for my family and I.

As a company man, I thought that it may be more efficient in documenting the FAQ (Frequently asked questions) online, so that my friends near and a far could find out first hand information about our situation.

If you see me in person in the near future, you could let me know that you’ve read my blog so I would not need to bore you with the details.

For a few days, our little incident seemed like the biggest news that matters, at least to us, and our close friends. But really, there’s so much more important things that deserve your attention and help. We hope you’d learn from our experience and find strength in confronting whatever challenge you have ahead.

 

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My Sister, Janet.

Posted by shaunhoon on March 27, 2013
Posted in: etc. Tagged: brother's speech, Janet Hoon. 5 Comments

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I left for my foreign studies when my sister was about 4 years old. Even though we did not spend a lot of time together, our relationship has always remained very close. Janet, being our youngest and only sister, meant that she was always being extra protected, and at the same time, being spoiled a little too much by the three brothers.

Janet was a child who grew up too early, too soon, acquiring the good, bad and ugly from all three of us, not to mention mum, dad and our aunt, Cik-E (more on that later). If you know her well, you would be able to get a sense of the three brothers’ characteristics through her.

Janet is immensely organised; better known as Kiasu in this part of the world. She plans everything 6 months in advance, holding a diary on her hand at all time. It is impossible to make an appointment with her without a 2 weeks notice. More, if you’re not any of her brothers (I’d love to think).

She is also very good with money; probably the most loaded amongst all of us, despite being the youngest. A trait that is so unlike me and my mum – all these, perfectly identical to her third and closest brother, CY, thanks to the disciplinary upbringing of my Cik E.

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Confession of an iPhone Addict

Posted by shaunhoon on March 18, 2013
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familyWhenever I’m in an awkward silence position among friends and strangers, I would pull out my iPhone and start a conversation. It almost always breaks the ice, because I’d have a talking point for an App for every demographic group. If the person doesn’t have a smart phone, I’d still be able to engage them by showing the pictures of my kid on the phone. With children – I’d hand them over the phone and turn them into my best friends. Instantly.

I had my first iPhone roughly 3 months after my daughter was born. I’ve taken over 15,000 pictures to date. Most of them are of my daughter and my dog. My daughter is now 2 years old.

If you are in my Facebook circle, you’d have seen tones of pictures of my daughter with lots of funny captions. A reason why I like posting her picture is that, statistically, they score the highest number of ‘likes’. On a good day, her picture commands 50 likes. 10, (I’d like to believe) when the Brunei’s internet is not working. Pretty good stats, considering that I have only about 300 Facebook friends.

My phone sends me a notification each time I received a ‘like’ or a ‘comment’ (you can tell why I’m so hooked to it). Sometimes to appear not so desperate, I would wait a good half an hour before I respond to a comment. How insecure? How superficial? I know.

For the lack of a better way to sugarcoat this, Facebook is screwing up my self-esteem. I have given up my happiness to be dictated by the approval of most of the people whom I don’t even know!

While I was busy with my iPhone, my iPad has taken over my role of teaching my daughter alphabets and the names of animals; Youtube has disrupted my daughter’s gracious ballerina move (Gangnam Style) and the Baby Sign App has replaced me in the cool action moves I saved up for her.

At what cost?

I’m not a sociologist or a psychologist and I do not know what the long-term implication of this would be, but I do believe that education should be passed on, human to human.

The other night, my wife who was sleeping beside me, ‘What’s-App’ me the picture above, followed by this:

:* Gd Nite.

I could hear her silent protest, out loud, on my iPhone.

Just then, it occurred to me that I had been sleeping with my iPhone for the past two years.

LOL! But this isn’t funny.

The Last Performance

Posted by shaunhoon on March 12, 2013
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10th March 2013, Sunday 4.30pm. Waited 30 minutes for my wife while she was judging for a singing competition.

Watched at least half a dozen performances, which were all pretty good. One of them stood out at the end of the day, as I recalled commenting at length about her as we drove off.

I remember this very young participant, (must have been in her early 20s) not for her extraordinary vocal ability, but the way she was dressed (White glove, pink outfit with tight purple singlet. Flat chess, no bra!) and the lack of self restraint in everything about her performance.

I later on understood why, as my wife clarified that she was actually a ‘he’.

No wonder he raised a few eyebrows and drew smirks on the audiences’ face during his audacious endeavor. I too, was indulging in the mockery at his expense on the way home.

Nonetheless, the guy got through to the next round.

Monday, my wife received a text message stating he’s been withdrawn from the contest, as he was killed the night before, in a car crash.

Shocked, saddened and dumbfounded by the news, I also felt trivial by my very own immature reaction to what was to be the man’s last performance.

I spend the next two days trying to make sense of the news. What would I have done if I had known? Applauded louder? Shared the gospel with him? Not judged?

Not that I had it figured out, there’s absolutely no sense with dying young, but here are some of the lessons I derived from it:

1/ Life could be taken away. Anytime! Treasure those you love and be kind- even to strangers. You may never get a chance to say thank you or you’re sorry.

2/ Embrace differences. Respect!

3/ Courage. The guy stood up for his belief, and pretended to be no one else but himself. He gave his very best as if it was his last performance, with conviction and absolute passion.

All, at the risk of being the laughing-stock. He didn’t care a bit!

This gentleman was probably the boldest, bravest man in the entire mall that day.

Short-changed. Short-lived.

Why didn’t I see those quality when he was still alive?

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