Sunday, May 29, 2005

The exams are upon us

Blogging will be sporadic and infrequent until June 18th when my papers are over.


The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.

No,not really a curse, but I do like my dramatic poetry and Tennyson definitely dramatized this story to the hilt.

For all those having to go through exams, good luck!

Thursday, May 26, 2005

musical chairs

Heh. I got passed the musical baton by Limegreenspyda ( hope I spelled it right) and despite the fact that my exams are in two weeks I sat down and did it anyway.

Total Volume of Music files on my computer:
1.99 GB

The Last CD I bought was:
Come Away with Me by Norah Jones

Song playing right now:
Hao Xin Fen Shou by Candy Lo

5 songs I listen to alot or that mean alot to me:

Angel by Sarah Mclachlan

Mozart's Turkish March( My mum used to play this when I was little...just reminds me of home)

Beethoven's Symphony No 9

My Favorite Mistake by Sheryl Crow

Both Sides Now by Joni Mitchell

5 people to whom I'm passing the baton:

Wannabe Lawyer

Blubbering Nonsense
Enuwy
shadownova
Jeff Yen

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Crown casino in Singapore?

After hearing my last assignment of the semester fall with a satisfactory thump into the assignments chute at Law school, I headed over to Crown Casino for some dinner and to watch my friends play.

I don't know why is it I cannot seem to gamble. I can't even play pokies without sweating and feeling stressed so I eventually gave up gambling as one of many vices I am just temperamentally unsuited for.

It was a good evening though ; my friend eventually won an a fairly large amount of money( around $1000) and decided to spend some of it on a treat for us.

We headed straight for Margo's, this restaurant on the casino floor that has half priced oysters every Monday and Tuesday and had ourselves a lovely dinner:steak, calamari and lovely fresh oysters.

But while they were playing, I looked around the casino floor and felt this odd sensation. It was just difficult to believe that in a few short years, this glittery hedonism would make some kind of appearance in Singapore.

I didn't bother getting much into the whole debate of casinos; mainly because I just knew deep down that no matter what people said, the government would go ahead and do as they thought fit anyway.

Here in Melbourne, I'm a regular patron of Crown Casino. I go there to watch movies, eat and shop. In the time I've been here, I've spent less than $10 on the actual gambling and more of my time watching friends blow their pocket money at the tables.

The thing about a casino is that most of the time, people get drawn there by other things first. Very few casinos focus only on the gambling. Crown has a cinema, shops and lots of really good restaurants within its walls, but its when you're there watching other people play that you really feel the itch.

My friend won but she's been here for three years. In that three years she's been a regular at both the gaming tables and the pokies. Last night she won a large amount of money but her boyfriend lost easily $100 at the baccarat table before she even started playing.

I've been with this bunch awhile now, and I know that $1000 is a small reward for the kind of money they've thrown at Crown over the years. Sometimes, they're lucky and sometimes they only just manage to get their seed money back. But more often than not, the casino won.

I've read Down Under, a travel book by Bill Bryson. And in it he commented that he was shocked that Crown Casino tends to draw such a predominantly chinese crowd.

He was right. Despite the fact that asians are a minority in Australia, they're the majority at Crown.Around me crowded Hongkongers, PRCs, Singaporeans, wealthy Malaysians and Indonesian chinese...all with a fevered look in their eye.

I thought of Singapore, where people already spend thousands going on cruises just to gamble and who think nothing of blowing a few hundred dollars on mahjong and 4-D and I had to suppress a shudder.

Much more than the Malays and Indians, the chinese tend to be terribly susceptible to gambling. It forms a major part of chinese new year festivities and local films even show scenes where people (usually chinese) take down numbers from car accidents and suicides just to try their luck at 4-D.

I don't really know if the whole casino idea is a good one. I'd be the first to agree that a casino really can generate tons of revenue and jobs. But the social cost may be one that we cannot pay;addicts frequently turn to crime and drugs after all. And there are other reasons.

Melbourne is a large place. It's the capital city of a state that is easily a hundred times larger than Singapore. If you want to get away from all the glittering, flashy neon strobe lights and congested crowds of people, you can. You'll only be a couple hours away from gentler, quieter towns like Bendigo. The same goes for thrumming cities like New York or even London. But this just isn't the case for Singapore.

We forget, when we want to compare ourselves to them, how much more room they have to fit in things. Here, if something isn't absolutely essential, it tends to get discarded. Which is where all of our green spaces and clean water has gone,of course.

Which is why we're going to have the room for a casino but not really the room for more green spaces where people can just relax and wind down.

Sunday, May 22, 2005

Be Right Back

I'll be back in a couple of days once my essay is in.

It's a monster of a paper on a part of Constitutional Law that I don't really get, so wish me luck!

But I somehow still found the time to surf through this fantastic site . Got it via Cowboy Caleb.

Like him, I hope those particular graphic artists get bored more; those were so cool.

Friday, May 20, 2005

Blogs vs MSM?

While I turned my back to rush an assignment,this post was causing a stir in blogging circles. The remark that sparked off outrage amongst politically minded bloggers such as Wannabe Lawyer was :
"The final quirk in this is that the bloggers are really not journalists. And so while it is a laudable fight, surely Reporters Without Borders (Reporters Sans Frontières) cannot defend those who do not measure up to the standards of professional journalism. To defend these bloggers as if they had the same standards as a professional journalist is an insult to the industry from which the organization draws its membership."

It was all rather exciting really, what with its comments page being filled with arguments against this disastrous sentiment. Most took umbrage at its placing 'professional journalists' above supposedly amateur bloggers.

I would agree with Wannabe Lawyer and Gilbert Koh's comments on professional journalism not being what it seems. But I would respectfully disagree with the possibility of blogs taking over MSM(mainstream media).

Wannabe lawyer highlighted the fact that a website like Craigslist which generates a gazillion hits everyday and blogs as sounding the death knell for MSM.

I doubt it.

This is my reasoning.( At least listen to me before attcking)To us, the people who can't survive without the Internet, who are used to scanning blogs and online newsites everyday, the mainstream media may seem dispensable. But the reality is that bloggers and their readers belong to a very small sector of society as a whole. Most bloggers and blog readers tend to belong in a specific demographic of fairly young and well educated people. ( Even Mr brown for all his purported 'uncle' claims, isn't actually old at all)

I've been reading blogs for some time now and I realized that at least 75% of blogs I read were written by either university students or university graduates. The blogging community itself, tends to be confined to those with a bent for reading and writing which also a small percentage of the tertiary educated demographic. ( For the purposes of this post, I would include polytechnics within this category not only because they're tertiary institutions but also because I sincerely believe that the wider society underestimates poly grads)

We forget, as many educated people do, the rest of the teeming population out there who do not have the time, education or inclination to read blogs. We also forget that they make up the majority of the population, not the minority.

It is true that not all blogs or bloggers fall within this narrowly constructed demographic. But I believe it is safe to say that a very large percentage of them do.

When I was in NUS one of the courses I took studied the socio-political impact of the Internet in general.Most people wanted to believe that because of the promise of anonymity , the Internet would usher in a new age of democracy, where everyone could finally get their voice heard. In the end the articles I read debunked this myth effectively.

The truth is that when it was really studied, most people tended to zoom in on sites whose name they recognized and were familiar with. This included mainstream newsites and the shopping sites of big named departmental stores. In the online world as in the offline one, big names dominate.

There are enormous sectors of the population who would never be comfortable with the Internet simply because they weren't brought up with it. I would say not many of us have parents who read blogs or write blogs. For the older generation( some of whom might even be illiterate), there is only the mainstream media because the Internet is a foreign land to them.Needless to say, those who live below or near the poverty line would not even have Internet access, nevermind about reading blogs. The Internet can marginalize just as much as it helps certain marginalized groups speak out.

Aside from obvious demographic issues, there is the fact that we look for the same things online that we look for in real life. The religious minded will surf religious websites and set up their own religious websites, the politically minded would look for sites like Thinkcentre or read blogs like Wannabe Lawyer and Singabloodypore.Those with a wider range of interests will naturally seek out a wider range of websites which will reflect their spectrum of interests.

The difference between the internet and MSM is that online, you have to actively seek out the sites you're interested in. Flipping through a newspaper or watching TV will bring other things to your attention, even while reading/watching things you're primarily interested in.

It is true that the internet allows a proliferation of publications and online stores that would otherwise have never existed. But the people who search them out belong to a minority rather than a majority. And those who search them out would most likely be people who already had an interest in them to begin with.


This is not to downplay the role of blogs in anyway. As demonstrated by the whole Acidflask debacle, blogs can be like the mythical Hydra, unstoppable because of its ability to grow two more heads where one was chopped off.

Just because one blog was sued, twenty more blogs wrote about it and spread the word.(Plus they got to it before the mainstream media did too! )But I would also say that there would be many whose first inkling of the debacle would be through some sanitised and biased article in one of Singapore's newspapers.

I do not believe that professional journalists are any better than many of the bloggers out there.Singaporean media especially can never claim any form of neutrality or even any professional standards, it seems. But one has to admit that they have a tad more credibility than some bloggers( the racist scholar incident comes to mind). And it is true that journalists muck up just as much or even more than some bloggers.

But blogs, like the rest of the Internet, reflect the world we live in. Just as there are intelligent, thoughtfully written blogs like Singapore Angle or MrBrown, there will also be blogs out there with completely inane and facile posts which cannot hope to measure up to even the crappiest tabloids in terms of writing and thought.Perhaps these blogs will never get Tomorrowed or Browned or merit a mention in MSM, but they will exist never theless, and will have their own limited audience.

I'm not trying to shoot down blogs. I'm an inveterate blog reader myself. But one has to try to be fair and give the devil its due. MSM reaches people that blogs( in this point of time anyway) can't. Not yet at least.

Thursday, May 19, 2005

chosen paths

I've never made any secret of the fact that I'm a christian, despte my deep misgivings about the modern day church. But today I read a blog post that really crystallized some of what I felt about the church. I've been reading Tym's blog for some time now, enjoying the vignettes about her life and work but today's post really made me sit up and think.

She's right in some ways though. I may be christian, but I'm not blind. I quote from her post

"Then there's the plain fact that the moment anything gets institutionalised --- education, social assistance, healthcare, exercise, religion --- it tends to go straight to hell in a handbasket"

A sentiment I thoroughly agree with. Everything always starts out well in terms of ideology, its when it comes to applying it to real life that mucks it up completely. Anything that becomes systemised or institutionalised just basically seems to calcify and rot from the inside eventually. There was so much bad press about communism that I didn't find out what it was really about until I went and read Marx's manifesto and realized the dream had nothing to do with the reality.

I left church for very much the same reasons she did. I was in university receiving a liberal arts education and all those new ideas just led to the questions no one in church could or would answer. In fact, one tended to be villified for asking too many questions. Churches, like all other institutions, need tame followers, not potential trouble makers. For me, the end was when a cell leader openly declared her admiration of President George W Bush as a christian leader and voiced her support for the Iraq war. As I recall, she could not answer even simple questions about his other policies and grew annoyed when I harped on about the Kyoto Protocol.

I doubt I'll ever resolve my problems with the current stance of the church over contentious and possibly incendiary issues such as gay rights, gay marriage and abortion. I hate the fact that christians are associated with abortion clinic burnings and small minded homophobic men.

But all this being said, I still went back to church in the end. I can't quite bring myself to abandon my faith altogether and most of Jesus's actual teachings still have as much attraction for me as they did when I was 14.

I'll never be able to swallow everything churches tell me wholesale, because that's who I am. But I know that with all institutions, you have to accept the good with the bad. I survived three years in NUS after all.

I'm back in there because despite what everyone says, I really do believe in God. No matter what evolutionists tell me( and yes, I have read their arguments) I refuse to believe in a non creationist view of life in general. I suppose for me, God and the church will always be separate in my mind. The church can go ahead and claim it speaks for God, but I for one, will never really buy it.

In the end, my view is that everyone has to find their own way to God. I'm glad I took my time with it and didn't cave in to well meaning but pushy friends.


I'm generally still meandering my way around, having come to the conclusion that I want to stick with being a christian and I won't claim to know "the way, the truth and the life".But I guess that finding out your own raison d'etre is part of growing up, part of the experience of life itself.


All I really have to say to non christians who like trashing christianity( and no, Tym's not one of them) is for them to just leave it alone. Trashing it won't make it go away and there are more constructive ways to spend your time. I don't feel the need to apologize for pesky evangelizing people, having never been one of them, but I do have to say that pushy, annoying, no-respect-for-boundaries type people exist in every race, culture and religion. I've frankly met just as many pushy annoying atheist 'evangelists' and except for a slight difference in phraseology, they're both equally irritating.

Monday, May 16, 2005

Personality test













Your #1 Match: INFP




The Idealist

You are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world.
Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships.
It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close.
But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop.

You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist.


Your #2 Match: INFJ




The Protector

You live your life with integrity, originality, vision, and creativity.
Independent and stubborn, you rarely stray from your vision - no matter what it is.
You are an excellent listener, with almost infinite patience.
You have complex, deep feelings, and you take great care to express them.

You would make a great photographer, alternative medicine guru, or teacher.


Your #3 Match: ISFP




The Artist

You are a gifted artist or musician (though your talents may be dormant right now).
You enjoy spending your free time in nature, and you are good with animals and children.
Simply put, you enjoy bueaty in all its forms and live for the simple pleasures in life.
Gentle, sensitive, and compassionate - you are good at recognizing people's unspoken needs.

You would make a good veterinarian, pediatrician, or composer.


Law Ball

Was filled with pretty girls dressed in extremely varied clothing. Some looked like they really were attending a ball, some just looked like they couldn't wait to tear off their clothes and have hot sex, some forgot their bras and some just forgot to apply common sense to their dressing.

Witnessed

- a guy being taken away by paramedics for alcohol poisoning

- a fairly classy 37 busily courting a not terribly classy and adenoidal 19 year old

-two girls passed out on the floor

-at leat 15 sets of erect nipples poking out at me from beneath thin chiffon dresses. For God's sake, haven't they heard of nipple tape?

- asians stayed at their own groups and ate quietly while aussies were loud and got massively drunk.

- a girl with 70s beehive style hair.....in a dress that I mistook for being a top.

The world is filled with things I fail to understand. But it seems the law ball gave me a chance to view them all in one night. A sort of confusing microcosm of life itself.

And yes, according to Douglas Adams, the answer to life, the universe...is 42.

Sunday, May 15, 2005

The city of loneliness

I think its time to come clean. For the past week, I've been sitting around doing nothing while my workload has accumulated to terrifying proportions.

The exams are less than a month away. A 3000 word research paper is due within a week. I am behind in readings.

I have started preparing for neither of these ordeals. I have not even properly read or understood the research paper question yet.

Instead I've been wandering the city like a lost soul,( and indeed I might well be a lost soul given my uncertain spiritual beliefs) sitting in quiet cafes staring into space and imbibing massive amounts of chocolate and desserts.

In the meantime, my non friends have attended a sleepover, gone shopping, eaten several meals together in happy camaraderie.

I sometimes wish I had a mirror to watch my face all the time, everytime. What is it about me that manages to shut people out so easily? Why is it I always find out about outings/meals/etc after the fact rather than before? I know people who join groups later than I do and yet have managed to successfully manoeuvred themselves into the centre of things where I have, as always, stayed on the fringes. Instead of participating in groups and doing terribly social things, I ended up alone at home reading Lord of the Flies by William Golding which frankly didn't improve my mood much. ( It was an eye opener though)

Reading is in itself a solitary activity. Sometimes I feel frightened by the fact that I take so much joy in being alone in my room reading. There has to be something wrong with someone so flagrantly and defiantly antisocial. ( Am so tempted to quote Donne on men and islands here)

The thought depressed me so much I felt immobilised by it. So much that I didn't want to go anywhere on Saturday and Sunday and now I don't even feel like going to school tomorrow.

"I shall despair. There is no creature loves me;
And if I die, no soul shall pity me:" Richard III Act 5 Sc 3

I know Richard was a despised murderer and all, but there is something to be said about words that ring so true to the soul even after several hundred years.

I'm not someone who absolutely needs to be with people all the time, but as a person and human being, I need more companionship than my books.( Also I want to watch Kingdom of Heaven and those wretched people watched it without me when they knew I wanted to watch it)

I must get out more. Unfortunately, this week is now cooked cos I have to rush through my Constitutional Law research essay.

I don't think I'll get a chance to watch Kingdom of Heaven. *sob*


For now I'll just go eat some worms.

Friday, May 13, 2005

HOW2

Is a literary journal whose most recent issue featured a section on Singaporean women poets. The introductory note by Grace Chia gives a succinct, yet thoughtful explanation of Singapore's modern history and its impact on the Singaporean literary scene. ( it explains the paucity of the literary scene as well.)

My personal pick of the lot were the three poems written by Wendy Gan which to my eye, best reflect certain modern circumstances in ever changing Singapore. The poems "Drone" and "Mapreaders" would best be described as poetic renditions of the problems associated with young, upwardly mobile Singaporeans.

Grace Chia described Wendy Gan as being 'economical' with her words; a condition I like in poetry. Rather than overly verbose pieces, I personally favour crisp, tightly written short poems that nevetheless convey an array of themes and emotions within their framework.Part of this is also a belief that in a short poem, the choice of each word becomes more loaded as one has to decide which exact shade of meaning to pick. In all forms of writing, I personally believe that it is the writer's short and tight pieces that really display his technical prowess and skill at word manipulation; they have to say so much with so little space.

Some writers do manage this with longer pieces of work; notable examples would be Jeffrey Eugenides' debut novel, "The Virgin Suicides" and most of Ernest Hemingway's work. There are just some books where the dislodgment of just one word could change the whole mood and tone.

Which is why I sometimes view my long blog entries with a critical eye. I feel I could say more with much less if I could just pick the right words.

Thursday, May 12, 2005

I broke my fridge today

No not the whole fridge! Just one of the shelves in it.
After blogging about all that stuff I learnt when I came here to study, it seems that I still have a looong way to go.

I cooked a big pot of yummy soup last night and placed the leftovers in the fridge. Unfortunately I stupidly put it on a glass shelf ( the one above the drawer for veg) and when I opened it this afternoon to take the soup out, I discovered that the shelf had broken into four menacing looking pieces and my vegatables were squished and dead.

I literally froze in panic when I saw the broken shelf. in a complete daze I took the two of the glass pieces out and placed them on the kitchen counter. Then still in a daze I took out a huge tub of vanilla ice cream and started to eat it while still staring at the glass.

(Hahahaha, I just thought of something, I was probably staring glassily at the glass pieces. Geddit? Geddit? Lame joke I know, but I can't help it. Its been one of those days and I need all the humour I can muster up. )

It wasn't till halfway through the tub before I snapped out of shock and called my bf in Singapore. That maniac laughed and laughed while I shakily whispered my story. He laughed even harder when I asked if I could super glue the shelf back. What???? I still think it would have been possible!!!!!!

Then he asked me what brand my fridge was.....and I realised I didn't even know.*sheepish grin* So I ran to the kitchen and checked...my fridge brand is Westinghouse!

And, get this, the repair place for Westinghouse is in Ballarat!!!! Ballarat is ONE HOUR'S DRIVE AWAY!!!! I have NO car, I have NO driver's license and I have NO idea how to get there by any form of public transport!!! When I realised that I just started giggling hysterically and uncontrollably at the thought of going all the way to some warehouse place in the god forsaken suburbs and trying to buy a new glass shelf. It would take me at least 2.5 hours to get there by train and tram and bus and I might even have to take a cab. The cost of getting there would be higher than the shelf.

At times like these I really miss how small Singapore is. I mean, in Singapore, the repair place would have been like in Jurong or something and not only would I know how to get there, I'd also know at least where it is. Also it would not be ONE HOUR"S DRIVE AWAY. Because almost no place is Singapore is THAT FAR AWAY.

I ended up going to the supermarket to buy a plastic storage box to put my remaining unsquished vegetables in and rearranging my whole fridge. I wrapped up and threw away the glass pieces cutting myself in the process. Then I went to the gym to burn off the ice cream.....

Now I'm just dead exhausted and blogging.

More lessons from Melbourne:
1) Do not put heavy items on glass shelves...(*sob* I can't believe it couldn't support the weight of that pot!!!! It had only soup in it, not lead weights!!!!!!)
2) Super glue will not fix the glass shelf( I don't know why, my boyfriend says so)
3) My fridge brand is Westinghouse and its warranty has expired
4) It doesn't matter if there's a warranty cos the repair place will be somewhere like Shepparton(2.5 hours drive away), Frankston or Ballarat......
5) Australia is a BIG country; you NEED a car unlike teeny tiny Singapore.

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Falling into Autumn

Just to start of with, I'm glad Acidflask isn't going to get sued. And even more glad that all this whole debacle has ended. But I guess the threat worked. Gilbert Koh shut down his legal blog because of it and Knight of Pentacles seems definitely nervous. Even I heeded Gilbert's advice and took my photo off this site even though in theory, where I am now might be beyond the reach of the gahmen.

I suppose its as good a time as any to mark a new season.It's now completely and irrevocably autumn . This autumn was so unseasonally warm up until two weeks ago there were still people going around in singlets and skirts.Last month still had enough warm days to convince us that maybe summer could be stretched out just a little longer. The last few days have put paid to that lie though;I woke up this morning cold to my bones.

I'm one of the heat loving creatures. In Singapore I just absolutely soak up the sun whenever I can. Despite the humidity, the heat just always feels good, like a blanket you have on all the time. Here, at the first sign of cold, I start pulling on jumpers, coats and wrapping up with scarves.

From a heat loving girl, here are some ways to deal with the cold:

1) invest in a good heater. in fact, if you're anything like me, invest in two good heaters. I place one permanently in the bathroom for the moments when you step out of the shower shivering uncontrollably. Trust, you'll fall in love with that hot air blasting machine right there and then.For the girls, (teehee) try heating your bra cups in front of it every morning. It feels darned good when you put it on.....nobody ever tells you stuff like that, I had to find out myself.For guys, I suppose you could always try heating your jeans? heh.

2) similiarly invest in a good quality down stuffed quilt. This is not like SG where you could just buy any old blanket. A friend of mine did that and he was so cold all through his first winter, before he realised his mistake.

3) Learn the value of buying clothes with material like wool, cashmere, fleece and angora. Winter clothes should not be skimped on no matter how much of a Singaporean bargain hunter you are.

4) eat alot. Dieting in winter is not a good idea, you won't believe how cold you'll get if you go hungry. Don't have to overeat, just eat plenty of warm meals and load up on hot drinks. Hot chocolate on cold days tastes sooooo good and will release endorphins so you'll be both warm and happy. ( For me, I get high on hot chocolate..teehee, always makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside)

5) Exercise. It will rev up your metabolic rate and you'll come out feeling all warm and sweaty. Plus it'll help in burning off all that food.

6) if all else fails... find a lover and have lots and lots of hot sex. The endorphins released will replicate item 4 and the workout will boost your metabolic rate even better than item 5. And, there's someone else to keep you warm under that quilt!

( You'll still need the heater and the quilt though.....otherwise you might not want to even take your clothes off....pity to waste all that passion)

For all those here, have a great winter! Hope I'll get to go skiing this year *grin*

*Disclaimer for the sake of my bf(who's in Singapore and who might get understandably nervous):Dear,I never actually tried item 5. I just hear about it. Muahahaha...in my bed, the only thing keeping me warm is my beloved, trusty goose down quilt.

P.S The lover thing does make alot of sense though. Its the reason supposedly alot of people from temperate countries have birthdays in October and November. All those loong, cold winter nights.....heh. Though if thats true, Russia ought to be the most populous country in the world....

The Canon of Blogs

I was just reading through Tomorrow.sg earlier when a thought occurred to me.

See, in English Lit classes, one of the first things they teach you in that writers like referring to other more established writers. Its called intertextuality and its a semiotics concept that has always interested me. One text builds on another and yet another until you get a work like T.S Eliot's The Wasteland which would probably not make sense to most people without a background in the canon of western literature.( It actually still doesn't make alot of sense to me). All the texts are so interrelated that not one piece of work can stand alone, one needs the proper context and references in order to read and understand them.

The reason people do this is partly to lend them credibility, the other it to allow them to evoke certain moods and themes with fewer words.

A prime example would be Shakespeare.Every one knows about Shakespeare even if they've never read his plays. He's been referred so and talked about so much that he's entered into people's cultural consciousness.His plays have so permeated the canon of English literature that it may be impossible to read through a course of lit without coming into contact with at least some Shakespearean references or language.( Its one of the reasons I loved studying Shakepeare, his plays were so fun to read and you could go around and really spot all the ways in which his language shaped ours)

So maybe all this inter blogging linkage is really another part of intertextuality at work. The big people are the guys like Mr brown and his 'bloggerati' and I have a feeling, the day may soon come when no blog will be completely without links to the blogs of these blogging pioneers.Just like Shakespeare invented words that are still used in the English language today, phrases like being 'browned' or 'tomorrowed' are now being coined and passed around by the bloggers.

*Disclaimer: I don't know a great deal about semiotics since it was only briefly discussed in class. I never managed to take a lit theory class like I wanted cos I ran out of space in fitting extra lit classes. But here is where one could find out more. It talks about concepts like 'death of the author' and alot more about semiotics in general, plus some interesting post modernist theories.If I've made any glaring errors, someone please let me know cos this is a topic I'd really love to learn more about.

Sunday, May 08, 2005

Poetry Connection: Poem of the Day( The First Surveyor by Banjo Paterson)

This one just made me smile.

It a homey, folksy piece written with alot of colloquial slang thrown in. The poet,(Andrew Barton Paterson aka 'Banjo' Paterson was the most celebrated guy in Australia at one point. He wrote and set to music that iconic Australian folksong ' Waltzing Matilda', which very nearly became the raw young country's national anthem.

There's been so much discussion online about Singaporean Blogs that I'd really like to talk about something different now.(And I'm not the only one who thinks so, Nicholas Liu does too)After all, if the purpose of the defamation suit was to defend its good name, then I think we ALL know that it has failed miserably. Even if he took AcidFlask to court now, there wouldn't be a point. Too much bad press online and off has already been generated.

So for today, I'd just liked to talk a little bit about Australia instead. The poem, folksy and simple as it may be, celebrates the unsung courage and pluck of early Australian settlers. It is also an unsubtle reminder of how good the later generations had it.

In a country where the climate and geography is so harsh, the ordinary bloke's ability to challenge and conquer the elements is still much celebrated today. Australians readily identify themselves with the land they fought so hard to cope with in the early years. ( There are statues of the first explorers in the Melbourne Town square for heaven's sakes)

Hence the immense popularity of Banjo Paterson's poems. Even Aussies who are complete city slickers have this fixed ideal of a typical Aussie bloke as being a country guy who's tough, straight talking and fair. His poems celebrated those guys....and turned them into fictional heroes of the Australian past;the colloquialisms he threw in only served to reinforce the idea of an idealized Australian identity.

All the same, the fact that this country nearly turned a song about a sheep stealer and law breaker into their national anthem warms the cockles of my heart. It just shows their ability to not take themselves too seriously; something the Singaporeans should definitely learn.

Jesus and His women

Today as I sat in church listening to the pastor's wife preach a Mother's Day sermon, a thought suddenly struck me.

Why is it only Two books in the whole bible are named after women? And how come none of the books are written by women?

And..

The Bible is a book written by and for men.....

As soon as I'd thought these things I realized that it was true. Christianity is essentially a patriarchal religion. This was something that had always bothered me, as a christian and as a feminist.

Every time I read christian or non christian articles calling women to take the 'true' place at home instead of working outside, it made the bile rise in my throat. While there is nothing wrong with the job of a homemaker, there is everything wrong with the perception that women are only good for that. In fact, the work of homemakers is often overlooked and underpaid just like many of the jobs associated with women.

This call for women to stay home and mind the children is really only a half step away from ' Why educate my daughter? She's only going to grow up to look after kids and cook anyway'

And yet another half step away from' Of course she can't vote, she's so stupid. She can barely read or write.'

It just keeps going downhill from there onwards to' women are property and not quite as intelligent or able as men'....

All the freedom we take for granted today, the right to vote, to leave an abusive husband, the right to get a job, all were won after hard fought battles with men in authority.

Women make up a moiety of the world and yet the Bible, supposedly the greatest text of all time, is strangely lacking in their stories.

I grabbed my friend's bible in church and started flipping(yeah, forgot to bring mine again.heh).I found that there are 66 books in the Bible. Only two are named after women, the book of Ruth which is all of 4 pages long and the book of Esther which gets*gasp* 7 whole pages. All the others are named after the men who wrote them or the men who featured prominently in them. As for authorship, I suspect even the book of Ruth was written by a man. In any case, the book of Ruth is ultimately about a good woman who still has to be rescued by a man, confirming the subordinate status of women during that time.

There are no stories written from a woman's point of view. There are certainly stories about women. But no stories by women.

Just take the story of David for instance. King David was a legendary character and one of the most pivotal characters in the Old Testament. His story was literally infamous, seriously, those gossip mags are nothing compared to this.

His affair with Bathsheba was one of the most scandalous and sordid of all the biblical stories. The story of a king who slept with Bathsheba then sent Uriah, her husband, to die that he could marry her. In most versions told of this story, their romantic entanglement was described as an affair. A word that implicates Bathsheba as David's partner in bed and in crime. In reality, Samuel, who chronicled this, said nothing of Bathsheba's feelings. He states factually that 'Then David sent messengers to get her. She came to him, and he slept with her”(2 Sam 11:4)

In fact she could easily have been his hapless victim, taken by force. Which would make the most revered man in the Old Testament not only a murderer, but also a rapist. Samuel is silent on this,but given that David was a king, and that one did not say no to kings at that time, it is very likely that she was taken by force. After all, that line could have been, ' Then David sent messengers and she followed them, and they slept together'.( Yes I know this is conjecture, but hey, it really could have been that way since she never got to tell her side of the story and Samuel was so ambiguous about it.)

Where is Bathsheba's story? David's story is told over and over again. His pain and suffering at losing the child Bathsheba bore himwas recounted in a famous psalm(Psa 51), where he begged for God's mercy and acknowledged his own sin.The prophet Nathan's warning to him was recorded and his misery at the illness of his child was also recorded.

How did Bathsheba feel? She had been forciby taken to David, raped, gotten pregnant and then watched as her husband was sent to his death so that David might marry her and legitimize their child.But Samuel doesn't talk about all that; the psalms do not carry a poem with her feelings of contrition or grief.

This woman was recently widowed and just watched the baby she carried for nine months die. Samuel took two whole books to recount David's military exploits in detail. But he says nothing of Bathsheba's maternal grief and precious little about all the rest of David's wives or daughters.Where is the recounting of Bathsheba's grief and pain? There is only one line for that, 'When Uriah's wife heard that her husband was dead, she mourned for him. '( 2 Sam 11:26).

There is no mention of her grief at her only child's death, we are only told that David comforted her and then proceeded to sleep with her again.She was husband to David and mother of Solomon, giant figures in the Old Testament world and yet there is no book where her side is told.

It didn't end to badly for her in the end. Perhaps David felt truly sorry; Samuel did say that he tried to comfort her. Maybe he was kind to her after that. And in the end, out of all his wives, he picked her son to be his successor which probably means something.All the same, she probably regretted bathing with a window half open in the middle of the night.

The other women of the bible tend to suffer the same sort of treatment at the hands of the Old Testament authors. One suspects Ruth must have been an extraordinarily determined and plucky lady for the author to have written it in at all. Otherwise it might easily have been a liner, ' Ruth was the wife of Boaz who was the father of...'.. The same would probably apply for Esther, who only got a few pages more because she got to be queen.

Why is the bible so silent on the mothers and wives and daughters? Why are none of the books written by them? In those days where women were not taught to write, could their stories have died with them for the lack of literacy?

Fast forward about a thousand years to the time of the New Testament, one can see that it is even more silent where women are concerned. Nothing has changed. The cornerstone of the new testament, the 4 gospels, were written and named after the men who wrote them. After that, the only other major writer was Paul, who was a chronic bachelor and rabble rouser. The other books are short accounts of the rest of the apostles.

And yet, glancing through the the 4 gospels one is struck by the number of women that actually did feature in Jesus's life and works. Where he could be kind, He was kind. He helped not only blind men but also crippled women(Luke 13:10). He was compassionate toward a woman's obviously female ailment of constant bleeding(Mark 25:5). He took no umbrage at an 'unclean woman' touching His robes but instead called her daughter and praised her faith(Mark 25:34) where other holy men of that era might have screamed.


The women in Jesus's life were just as devoted followers but very little mention is made of them.At his crucifixion, Mark said that a group of women were watching as well and that they had 'followed Him and cared for his needs in Galilee'. Only three of all those devoted women were even mentioned by name, Mary, Mary Magdelene and Salome. What of the rest? Where is the story of the woman who cooked for Jesus, served him meals and washed his clothes? Where are the women who 'cared' for him and left their homes to serve and follow him?

In fact, during the crucial times of his crucifixion, death and resurrection, his women followers stayed faithful. They were there when he was dying(Mark 15:40), at his burial(Mark 15:47) and his recurrection(Mark 16:1). Where the other 'stars' of the new testament like Peter or Matthew fled or lost faith, his women followed him.

Despite this, their stories died with them. What we know is from a paltry few lines in each of the four gospels. Of his 12 alpha-male followers, one betrayed him, one denied him and others had to be convinced of his resurrection. (Although granted, they did pretty well after that). But their every exploit is recorded and lauded, while the female followers died in silence and passed away into the unknown.

Jesus himself displayed many traits traditionally attributed to women today. He was compassionate, understanding, tried to help society's delinquents(Mark 2:15) and placed interpersonal relationships over work commitments(Luke 10:38) and actually seemed to understand the disadvantaged status of women and the sacrifices they had to make. He was after all, the embodiment of an all seeing, all powerful God.

The male authors and editors of the bible may have excised or excluded the women who played such important roles. But the fact that they saw fit to tack on a few lines here and there, may attest to the importance of their involvement and role.

Jesus may have treated women with compassion and respect. But the men who followed him later did not, at least not in writing. Their elision of women from the new testament leaves a glaring lacuna which cannot simply be patched over.

Perhaps in the end it comes down to the story of the beginning. Where God made woman to be man's helper. I doubt that God had much hand in the abuse of Eve's descendants. One must also doubt the theory of women as an inferior race, or that God meant for women to only stay home and mind the children. After, careful reading should yield up the realization that God never actually specified what it was Eve was to help Adam with.

As far as He was concerned, they were both equally punished for their transgressions but there is no mention of women's inferior status in the opening chapter of the bible.

Maybe my reading of the bible is spotty at bestI I'll be the first to admit that). And given that I am not exactly a biblical scholar, it is possible that I have made mistakes.

But I refuse to believe that God only made women to submit to men and bear children. If that were the case He could just as well have created some curvy organic robots without souls or minds or feelings. But He did not. He made men and women for a reason. And that reason has to be that they are meant to work together.

Dan Brown's book The Da Vinci Code may have made many spurious and specious claims(underlined by bad writing), but he was right on one score. Without the input of women, men are found lacking. The two were meant to fit and work as one unit.The current wreakage of our world may suggest that a sole patriarchy was not meant to be.( well men have made rather a mess of things you know)

It has been said that history is written by the winners. The silence of the bible reflects the silence of women over the history of mankind.In some unspoken gender war, women lost and allowed men to create society in his own image and tell his own stories.

In this world, many stories are told through male eyes. For women, the ones who got beaten up, the ones who got left behind when husbands and sons went to war, the ones who got sold by their fathers and the ones abandoned on hillsides to die because they were born the wrong gender, their stories died with them. And story telling is the backbone and buttress of cultural beliefs. Without their stories and ours, this chauvinistic culture can never change.

Today is Mother's day. A day for mothers and the women who will become mothers. In the end, a day for women.

There is no prayer in the Bible that is really written for women. Even so, it is with great humility that I say this,

May God ease the pain of childbirth,
May he grant us wisdom in our children's years of rebellion,
May He bless us with husbands who understand and respect us,
And please God, let us speak,let our stories be heard.

Could I ever reconcile the christian and the feminist? Maybe one day. After all, there is evidence to support the fact that this sorry state of affairs wasn't in His original plans.

Maybe the men just lost the plans along the way and decided to go their own way and blame it on us.

Typical of them don't you think?*grin*

Disclaimer: No I don't speak for God. Yes this is all just my own opinion.

Saturday, May 07, 2005

Enuwy got browned!!!

Wow, this is the first time someone I actually knew got browned! I feel like I should buy her a drink or something. Never mind, I'll treat her to chocolate the next time I go home.

It was her post about applying to be a Singapore citizen that he linked to.

If I weren't so dead exhausted today I'd be jumping up and down. Also he's right, she is a cutie *wink*

I realised today, that coming to Melbourne has turned me into an ah soh(housewife). I now know the prices of fruits and veg well enough to tell when they have gone up and my friends and I shriek in unison over cheap bananas in Victoria Market.They were 80 cents a kilo, tell me is that CHEAP or what!!!

In Singapore, I never even stepped into the kitchen thanks to having a maid my entire life.When I was a child I actually believed that clothes magically got cleaned and returned to my wardrobe all by themselves. So when people tell you that you mature alot when you go overseas to study, you'd better believe them! I couldn't even cook rice when I first came and by the end of the year I could whip up meals for 7-8 people. I also now know....

1. Oil and water in a hot pan together is a baaad idea
2. Vacuum cleaners actually have bags in them that one has to detach and throw away when they get full....(I really never knew)
3.Switching off the main switch when one leaves for a month's holiday will cause the fridge to switch off and the explosive growth of a fungi based ecosystem on all the food you left in the fridge.
4. Cleaning up aforementioned fungi is the most disgusting task ever.
5. Guys eat anything.Even your cooking mistakes.(well I had to learn some how)
6. Fabric softener should not be added to clothes directly because they will leave a stain that will never ever come off....*sob* my pretty Mango T shirt died that day.

7.Finally, in a land where the weather acts like a pms-ing lady, do not leave stuff on your balconey. It will blow away.




Uncannily accurate








Your Birthdate: July 29

Your birthday on the 29th adds a tone of idealism to your nature.

You are imaginative and creative, but rather uncomfortable in the business world.

You are very aware and sensitive, with outstanding intuitive skills and analytical abilities.



The 29 reduces to 11, one of the master numbers which often produces much nervous tension.

This is the birthday of the dreamer rather than the doer.

You do, however, work very well with people.


Friday, May 06, 2005

Singapore and Home

One of the reasons I love the blogosphere is that fact that it always has fresh and interesting issues for me to explore.

This time round its an issue dear to my heart, that of Singapore and Singaporeans. This was sparked off by a letter to mr brown by The Fool of a Took explaining her views on Singapore and on why she's glad she's overseas now. This led me on to the Knight of Pentacles who presented both sides of the story with a blog link to Justina, a girl studying in LA who can't wait to get home. Wannabe Lawyer who also studies overseas also has his say about this, although for him the topic turns to abstract concepts of nationhood and politics.

Here's my ten cents worth. And for what its worth I think I may have a slightly different story to tell, given that I've actually worked in Singapore before unlike the other two who have yet to enter the Singaporean working world.

Like The Fool of a Took, I'm glad I'm overseas studying now and not in Singapore and like her I often adopt a cynical view of my homeland. But on the other hand I do understand where Justina is coming from too. I may complain an awful lot about Singapore, but deep down I miss home like crazy. I miss my family, the public transport, the late opening hours of shopping malls and my boyfriend.

I have been wondering, ever since I read The Singapore Serf which details the progress of one man's journey to an Australian PR, whether I should apply for one or not. It is entirely likely given that I am studying here now, that I would be able to get one.

Unfortunately, I have no idea whether I should stay or not.

The boyfriend thinks I should, the family think I should.

The reason? They fear for the viability of the Singaporean economy. Unlike Australia which has a viable internal economy, Singapore is largely dependent on the whole import-export business. And for much longer than we should have, we have depended on our manufacturing sector which is as I speak dying a slow death. In the early 1990s, the starting pay of an average graduate was well over $2000, now people consider you lucky to get more than $1.5. This is of course, excepting the professional degree holders such as the doctors and lawyers who could still expect high starting salaries. The pay I mentioned is before CPF has been deducted of course.

I was unfortunate enough to be an arts graduate, in English Literature no less. Which is the epitome of a general degree. In that climate, arts graduates fell to the bottom of the pecking order and I was unwilling to enter the teaching sector. Once I'd had a good look around the employment market, I realised that there just weren't that many positions open for people with arts degrees. Journalism, which is a key sector for many arts graduates, is not that big a sector in Singapore as many must have realised by now. You have a choice about 2 employers, both of which are government linked. A friend I knew who graduated with a Bachelor of Arts in Political Science, took 8 months before landing a job in newsradio 93.8 and it wasn't a particularly good job either. He got Honours somemore, not just any old degree.

That was when my parents offered to let me come to Melbourne to study a law degree. The offer came with a price, which was to skip my honours year in Eng. Lit at NUS and go straight to Melbourne instead. I sold out and accepted that offer. In the meantime, I got a job.

Working taught me the mundaneness and long hours expected of a typical Singaporean worker. It also taught me the basic fact of life, which was that as prices of goods in Singapore rose, they rose unaccompanied by a rise in the average Singapore pay packet. In other words, stuff got more expensive but our pay didn't get bigger.

As mentioned by the Knight of Pentacles in his blog The Singapore Serf, the cost of living in Singapore is comparable to that of Australia. The difference is that Australians get paid much more than we do. Even at low end jobs like waitressing, one can expect to be paid around AUD$10 per hour at the least. I've lived in Singapore my WHOLE life and I do not know ANY waitresses that get paid that kind of money.( Oh and by the way, a girl I know who moonlighted as a cashier got AUD $16.50 per hour)

I love Singapore. I love its efficiency and stability not to mention its safe streets. But I must be realistic and I know that only a very small minority in Singapore get to live a good life there. When I think of the lifestyle my parents gave me while growing up; all those overseas trips and liberal pocket moneyand now an overseas education, I am hit by the knowledge that such a lifestyle is not easily affordable.

While my parents are not of the set spoken of byThe Fool of a Took , they did provide on a scale that I do not expect myself to be able to keep up with if I stayed in Singapore. That is not unless I married a very well off man.

The lifestyle spoken of by her and also rejected by her is the life many girls dream of. Among most of the girls I knew, most of them dream of marrying well and being able to maintain that type of a lifestyle. When a tutor asked people in my JC class what their dream was, some girls actually said that they just wanted to marry a rich guy and be a tai tai.

They are not to be looked down upon. These girls are merely being practical. They know that a comfortable life in Singapore is not attainable by their own labour and they know also, that most fresh grad guys would not be able to achieve all that unless they came from a very well off family.

While Justina sang praises of the the public transport system in Singapore, many girls in Singapore actually refuse to date a guy unless he owns a car and can drive them around.After all, what is the good of efficient MRT and train rides if one has to be squeezed up against smelly ah peks during the rush hour? While public housing is cheap and decent, many girls I know would rather live in a condominium and swan around with gold cards in their LV wallets.

I know of just as many guys who make as little as $2.2k a month but who sacrifice more than half of that in order to buy and maintain a car. While I think it makes no monetary sense at all, I know what they mean when they tell me that without a car, they do not expect to be able to find a girl friend. A car is a piece of private space in a country where privacy and space command increasingly high premiums. The same goes for the popularity of condominiums. Why do you think property developers spend thousands on dreamy ads for their condos? For the average SG guy sitting in his 3 room flat having to use the local public facilities, a condo IS a dream come true and those developers play to that.

Justina spoke of the Singapore dream, that the leaders would be able to keep the nation strong and prosperous. I hope so too. Because what I have just described is the Singapore reality, where everything is driven by consumerism and materialism, something the Fool of a Took talked about as well.

A comfortable middle class life with one's own house and car is just easier to attain in Australia than a Singapore. As much as I miss home, I start to waver everytime I think of buying a car here with my first 3 months pay. I especially love the thought of the lifestyle evoked by Karen Cheng, who leads a very laidback life in Perth with her husband and children. A lifestyle that I suspect would not be as easy to achieve in Singapore.

I miss home; I read Mr Brown religiously, many of the blogs I read are Singapore or Asian and I perk up at the sound of a Singaporean accent. But I don't know if it makes sense to go home.

There are so many things to consider. If I had kids would I want them to go through the education system at home? Will the government's big gamble with the biotech/biochem sector pay off? They've spent millions on it so far, could they take it if it doesn't pay off? Will more of the places I love in Singapore disappear under concrete and glass?(I think this one's a yes) Will the government ever wake up and realise that the pragmatism and materialism they encourage is behind the mystery of the falling birth rate?

Finally, the safe and stable country I grew up in didn't have a casino, much less two. Will the home I grew up in be anything like the home I might return to? I doubt that the meaures take by the government are sufficient to keep the general population out of the casino. As it is, so many Singaporeans I know are 'du gui'(gambling addicts) who love buying Toto and 4-D and mahjong. These are people who go on cruises just to play pokies or gamble. I doubt the high entrance fees will keep them out.

My love for home must be weighed against knowledge of its reality. Right now, I just don't know yet which country to pick.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Quarterly Literary Review Singapore

Provided me with a much needed distraction today.

I suppose in the end, the real reason I renamed this blog was because I realised that putting up one's own poetry required a special kind of courage which I did not possess.

In this time and place, I just want to be a reader of poetry and not a writer.

Today's piece amused me. I thought the images evoked were whimsical and not a little sad. Also, as I've discovered, I like poetry with animals in it. This poet ecapsulates the image of goldfish so well, and fantasizes about what could really be happening in their little bowl.

I won't reproduce it here mainly because I'm more than a little afraid of flouting copyright laws but also because I think more people should take the time, even online to go and read through journals like that. So the poem is here, and I hope others will enjoy it the way I did.

Then again this might also be brought on by an admission by a friend of mine that he hated and feared reading poetry in school. I understood then, the failure of our Singaporean system. That a product of one of the top high schools in our country is unable to read or appreciate poetry or good prose for that matter is heartbreaking.

I suppose the truth is that most people out there view poetry as something mystical or beyond their ability to understand. Just like most laymen find law a confusing morass of rules. I tried, when my sister was young to introduce poetry to her that was 'easy'. Poetry that was humourous and fun and generally fairly easy to understand.

But she ended hating lit as a subject in school anyway because she wound up with a teacher who made them memorize literary devices word for word.

Que sera sera

what will be, will be.

A time to mourn

Arguably the most well loved of Singapore's Presidents, Wee Kim Wee passed away today.

I haven't been reading the news so I only found out through MrBrown.

I can't say I feel enormously grieved, obviously because he was very much just a figurehead leader of the nation and had so little substantive power and influence. But I do feel a sort of gentle sadness.

From all accounts, he seemed to have been a kindly man, gentle and compassionate. Men like that are perhaps rare enough that the passing of one should be mourned even if I didn't know him personally.

He was my childhood president I guess. His face and his wife's were up in rectangular frames on either side of the stage in the school hall. He and and Ong Teng Cheong both. I suppose I was just used to seeing their faces smiling benignly down at all of us monkeying around in various school halls.

Now that they're both gone, it's another piece of my childhood quietly passing into dust.

Monday, May 02, 2005

Winter of Discontent

Now is the period of of exam unstress. The time about 6-8 weeks before exams where I have mountains of work, many assignments due and not one iota of motivation in my body.

I usually wake up about a week or maybe even a few days later from this exam freeze and then snap into what passes for high studying gear for me.

And the damn weather doesn't help. Getting colder and colder now, after an unseasonally warm autumn. It's finally too cold to sit around in only one layer of clothing.

'Now is the winter of our discontent...'Richard III Act one Sc one.

Thought this was particularly appropriate given the mood and the weather. Plus Melbourne really is so many shades of gray that seem to mirror gloomy moods perfectly.

I think one of the things I miss the most is really the sensation of being hugged. I get hugged so rarely here. At home, I relish the sensation of being hugged by my mother, my close friends and of course, by him.

There is something about having arms around you and another body close to you that makes one feel at once comforted and loved. Even the superficial hugs I used to get from not so close friends had the capacity to introduce an element of sincerity into an otherwise shallow relationship.

For someone who tends to draw lines very firmly around her personal space, hugs are a way of breaching the boundaries that would otherwise never be let down. It says' welcome' in a way that mere words of greeting cannot.

Here, when ever I face something new or when I've had a particularly tiring or bad day. I long for a hug. When I first came here, it took awhile to get used to the fact that I knew so few people here. I used to scan the crowds at school for a familiar face. I would watch people in school greet each other with hugs and a cheery greeting and I would secretly envy them.

I used the past tense in all this when I really should have used the present. Nothing has changed after all. I am still not close enough to people in school to do the whole social ritual of physical affection although things have shifted for the better in church.

I remember a few weeks ago when a friend I knew from church hugged me when I got there. I was surprised and more than a little touched. Even if it was during the prescribed few minutes when one was supposed to be welcoming people into church, even if she was going around hugging all her friends. My first hug in melbourne and my first hug since I left home in february.

Nothing is ever like the hugs I get from him of course. I remember every tiny sensation of hugging him, from the smell to the bones of his shoulders over mine to the toe curling sensation of his breath in my ear. The nicest were when he used to come up behind me in parties or gatherings and hold me from behind.

Generally speaking though, I could never bring myself to hug certain people. Not because they were repulsive, but because some relationships just do not allow this element into their matrix and trying to force it in would result in awkward embarrassment.

I face 8 more weeks before I get home. 8 weeks of cold and work filled humdrum days to get through before stepping off the plane into familiar arms.

Outed

It seems someone has discovered my identity; not difficult since I was really silly enough to post my own photo.

In any case, it was time I let it be generally known that I have a blog anyway. Maybe some kind soul among my friends would show me all the techno stuff I am currently unable to figure out.

I'll get around to telling my friends...one by one.

Soon.....

Sunday, May 01, 2005

Generation Gap

A friend of mine from law faculty is currently seeing a 37 year old man. This friend, lets call her Ah Choo, has always been the most conservative of us all. She has to be; her parents visit all the time, she can't play even if she wanted to.

The thing is, being the arch conservative that she is, she refuses to do anything that would run counter to her parents values anyway. This is no sulky rebel repressing her wild side, but a 40 year old in a 19 year old's body. She eschews clubbing for grocery shopping at vic mart, only wants to date chinese speaking and traditional minded chinese guys. By the way, about the clubbing thing, she explained it by saying that she was from Nanyang Girls School which was a Chinese SAP school and that Nanyang girls don't club and are generally more 'guai'(well behaved).

Which has to be the most nonsensical excuse I've ever heard in my life. If one doesn't like clubbing, thats fine. It isn't something everyone takes to. But seriously, to put it down to a school???? I've known many Nanyang girls and quite a lot of them were definitely party animals.

So how did she end up seeing a 37 year old???????????????????????????????*brain boggling*

Not only that I just had this mind boggling conversation with her. She hadn't even begun seeing the 37 year old seriously yet and she was already worrying about her parent's reaction to him.
She asked me what dating involved and I explained that involved usually some form of making out and physical stuff(felt like a bloody primary school teacher).

Which is when she said that she found making out rather gross and that she'd never do it unless it was with her boyfriend.

She's dating a fucking 37 year old, which is older than anyone my own friends have ever dated but she thinks all making out is gross??????

*confusion*