The fine line between reality and dramas.

I know, I know. I have always chided my friends for watching too much dramas and after that, casting too much unrealistic expectations on life because at the end of the day, they can’t differentiate between dream and drama. But I guess I finally understood why. They are neither ignorant nor stupid. It is because they allow themselves to succumb to the very ideas that the dramas sell to them. And I, for one, am very tempted to imbibe whatever ideas that they are offering. Because of some infatuation for some cute actor, I had watched the most dramas in the shortest period of time. I have to admit, the feelings amidst the drama seemed very attractive to have. I guess it had come to the surprise of no one especially my friends that I am an ardent supporter on the idea of true love.  ( Yes, I am that sort. ) That would explain my attraction towards such dramas. It reaffirms my belief in it. But sorry to the producers, because as much product placements that you have desperately tried to sell, it ain’t working on me.I just want the emotions and the tears.  

G

Life has put me on a bus and he forgot to stop.

That is what I am experiencing right now : busied and occupied. The job that I am currently allows me a glimpse into a part of Singapore I had rarely seen, yet acknowledged it’s existence. I don’t hate it. Infact, I love speaking to people and just talking to them.

I had always known of the great income divide between the rich and the poor in Singapore. But to have the actual statistics staring into your face is another feeling. And looking at the other shore, I don’t know whether to blame them or  the government. Is it because they don’t work hard enough ? Or the goverment not taking care of them adequately ? I had always believe the term “victim of circumstances” very irresponsible. Because to blame what you didn’t achieve to chances and circumstances was simply escaping away from your failures and to make oneself feel better. I deny that. Totally. Extremely.

These people though… I don’t know what to say about them. They’re working long hours. They’re working on the god-ordained free day of Sunday but yet they can barely feed themselves. If they are already working hard, then where is God when they need them ? And if they’re already working hard, then why is the government turning a blind eye on them ? This state is meritocratic, I know. I’m a product of the system.

But can a country function without a heart ? Maybe thats why G is for government and God, because they just stand there and laugh their own creations.

thoughts

I need a translator.

My thoughts are lost in words.

Infinite thoughts.

tuition freak.

Apologies for not blogging for such a long period of time.

I have been busy enjoying my life, free of worries from everything. Dig this : I’m not even working. So yes, basically, I AM enjoying life. But guilt has forced me to find some sort of income for my decadent lifestyle before my parents start nagging me for being spendthrift and yada yada. And so, I found a tuition gig that pays relatively well teaching O’Level English to an ITE kid who is autistic. That’s the least of the problem though. His parents and him are totally delusional.

“My son hor, earns 8k a month leh! Every ITE grad can earn 7k 8k per month lor!”  said the Mother, as-a-matter-of-factly.

Another classic would be : “ITE grads are able to write and do hands-on leh! Poly can only study lor!”

I’m so sorry, my dear.

An island without hinterland ? More like nation without a heart.

Taking the Singapore Studies Module : Nation-Building has certainly opened my eyes to the other side of PAP. It is both heartening and saddening to know now, the context in which they carry out their policies. On one hand, they want to create a nation of citizens while weighing the consequences against the gravity of external influences that are paramount to the country’s survival and success. 40 years ago, the government announced that they had inherited an island without a hinterland. But at this point of time, “hinterland” had proven itself to be peripheral to the survival of Singapore. However, the nation has yet being created. Or rather, there hasn’t been and I haven’t seen a nation with a heart being born after 40 years.

I cannot say I understand totally how or why the governments’ choices on certain issues, like the F1 racing, casino-saga and the recent ministerial hike.

But at the end of the day, if a government is there only to make the land work without making the heart beat, then can a nation be successfully created ? The people are the heart. And if the people has adopted a less than nationalistic attitude towards local politics, can we totally blame the person ? Or can are we going to point the fingers at the policy-makers, who in their folly or not, enacted policies that had the unintended effect of enforcing such a climate.

Homosexuality, demonized but decriminalized.

It is certainly heartening to see MM Lee opening up to the idea of homosexuality since his comment during the xxx x years ago, especially so in this year with the possibility of decriminalizing the penal code. With regards to Ms Agnes Chai’s letter that the cause of homosexuality is not clear, and hence, it is rash to base the decriminalization on such fallible grounds.

However, I personally feel that such an issue fail to address the main issue altogether. The decriminalization of the penal code actually signifies the acceptance of this group of people, sidelined by vestiges of traditions and as a result, had to live under a mask for most of their lives. Such an act by the government actually signifies the opening up of the society as a whole and brings to homosexuals hope.

Homosexuals are at the end of day, humans too. Just because they are homosexuals do not change that fact. More importantly, whether nature, or nurture, this group of people are still Singaporeans, why can we not embrace them with open arms?

I understand the notion fully that people are afraid of what they don’t know. To eliminate that fear, education is important. I feel that the local education sidesteps issues that fail to prepare student for a complete reality after they graduate. When I told one of my cousins, who graduated from ONE OF THE UNIVERSITIES of Singapore, she actually had the audacity to asked if I had AIDS.

God damn it, being a fag doesn’t mean that you have AIDS. The link is at best tenuous.

Review : Stephanie Sun – Against the Light

Long awaited Singapore songstress, Stefanie Sun has finally released her new album, Against the Light in the midst of sand, guns and pyramids. Press reports revolving around this album has focused on the Egypt –scare than her music per se when she started promoting for her latest offering. But like her first single “Against the Light”, Sun has managed to rise from all these bad publicity a stronger person.

Since her first album, Sun has never departed radically from her signature Sun-styled ballads. Her second single “What I miss about you” is simply a remake of one of her most popular ballad of grandeur, albeit with the grandeur part down a few notches. But still, people will still derive pure gratification from her emotional delivery. What wows most listeners about Sun isn’t her singing prowess, but the heartfelt ways she tackles her songs. This girl-next-door is able to blend music and lyrics into a believable story that even the manliest of all man would tear.

Bring it on, Baby!

Finally, the last sprint…

The last thrust… (Actually if there is any thrusting involved here, I’d rather it not end but still.. )

Tomorrow is my last paper and it’s gonna be good. Or at least, I hope so.

The holidays are finally within reach. I can finally do things that I haven’t been able to do during term time,granted those stuffs aren’t very productive.

Tangent between Education and Passion ?

It has always eluded me how people can actually love what their work, or in my terms, studies.

I have always believed that when passion intersects with profession, passion dies, sooner or later. Maybe I’m being jaded but normally work entails a certain sense of obligation and duty, something you’d not normally want to do . Especially in a modern context, where work translates into cold hard cash for your next Louis Vuitton Bag and probably, your next meal.

When work has degraded into such a drudgery for you to survive, it is hard for me to factor love for it inside the equation. Love, work and cash don’t come into the sentence except in cases such as “I love work and cash.” or “I love work which would bring me cash.” So at what point do we actually draw the line to find the job that we love ? Maybe we don’t.

Although it seems like people, including me, are always look for something we truly love doing. But ten years down the road, it may become a hard enough issue for people to still claim that they still have the love for that 9 to 5 crap. Or maybe, just maybe, this issue

Revelation #4 : Relaxation

Glazing into the grey skies through the glass panel with a vanilla-latte is a heavenly indulgent in the midst of impending doom.