Archive for January, 2006

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January 31, 2006







CNY pics!

To the Friends: Aww thanks guys. pepper chili crab in honour of my existence? haha sure or not…i dont ever remember us going to seafood restaurants. oh and ‘the man’ and ‘the man other than the man’ are friend(s) in york. yea i was quite mystified at first too :) like our very own masked man.

Anyway, am down with a cold, and stuck in room tonight instead of trooping down to Alcuin for a easter break discussion. Oh well. Occupying myself with reading STI, and lo and behold, i spotted familiar names in the Forum section of ST. Li Shengwu and Tham Li Jing penned the letters ‘Classroom still belongs to Yeats and the Bard’ (ST, Jan 21) and ‘Judge a piece of writing on how it stirs emotions’ (ST, Jan 31) respectively. These letters were written in response to MOE’s decision to incorporate more local literature into the literature syllabus.

Well, I dont know many Shengwus and Li Jings, and well, no doubt there is a possibility that they might not be the RJ seniors i know of. and i dont even know them personally. and If its a case of mistaken identity then uh, i’ll feel silly, twiddle my thumbs, and then perhaps delete this entry.

Background information: Shengwu was responding to a Mr Paul Tan’s article, ‘Give local writing its place’ (ST, Jan 18). In this article, Mr Tan praises MOE’s decision to review the literature syllabus to incorporate more local writing. Shengwu writes in, responding with: ‘that local writers are improving does not necessitate their immediate inclusion in the literature syllabus’. And that ‘if substantially better overseas writers exist, we should not give our limited syllabus space to Singaporean writers in a fit of blind patriotism.’ He concludes with ‘until [local writers can stand on equal footing with the bard, eliot and hemmingway], give the time and the classroom to Yeats and Shakespeare.’

This provokes more responses in defense of local literature – a Miss Stephanie Chu responds with ‘Local writing makes literature more accessible’( ST, Jan 27). She writes: ‘it is possible to learn the rudiments of literary analysis through local texts because they are rich in terms of stories, images and themes. A good example would be Sing To The Dawn.’ I am skimping over Miss Chu’s arguments here, but the gist of her letter is that local works are close to our hearts, as opposed to works of Shakespeare, which require lengths of explanatory notes to bridge the culture and time gap; and that ‘for students who are more keen, Shakespeare would be good to lay the foundations for what literature has to offer as an academic field. But for the majority of students who will not touch literature at a higher level, there is nothing more accessible and closer to matters at home than our own writers’.

And if you read today’s Forum, you’ll spot the response to Miss Chu’s letter, and it is written by Familiar Name #2. In response to the inaccessibility of Shakespeare’s works, Li Jing writes: ‘I have had wonderful literature teachers in secondary school and junior college; even now I marvel at the way they transformed what seemed like a foreign language into words that spoke to my heart’ and reiterates his ex-classmate’s claim that Catherine Lim and Kuo Pao Kun pale in comparison to Yeats and Shakespeare (and in fact, says Li Jing, they cannot match contemporary writers like Kazuo Ishiguro and Jeanette Winterson as well.)

Alright now, where do you stand?

For me, part of the fun in studying literature lies in reading the secondary texts ie the criticisms. admitedly, the pressure to start on secondary readings only start in the junior college days. you start to dig up these secondary readings on the internet, or in obscure corners of the libraries, and realise that there has been SO much written on these primary texts you’re studying. i’ve got to confess: it is in fact, at times more fascinating to read these secondary texts than the primary texts themselves. it can be more fascinating to read what the shakespeare scholars have to say about the bard’s works. and it is primarily because there has been so much, so much written on the classical english works – medieval, renaissance, victorian, romantic literature – that i would find it more worthwhile for students to study these works. it gives more avenue for development, endless scope, and so much room for discussion.

you want local context, well, there always the possibility of reading what local critics have to say about whatever primary text is being studied. the study of literature is not about judging the value of a literary work; it isnt even about comparing the relative value of works. personally, at least, it is about discovering how words can approximate emotional states; it is about different authors’ experiments with styles; and even about character/virtue/school of thought. some works speak to you, and you immediately form a connection with the character/author, and if you find works of such, then congratulations, you will always never feel alone in your solitude. Give the students scope, so they can find work of such a nature.

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January 28, 2006

This is my 20th chinese new year, and the first away from home. But in this home away from home, where the shops don’t sell loveletters or pineapple tarts, we had our version of a reunion dinner tonight. On a pool table! Heh and the food was good :) There was Fried rice (the peas version and the non-peas version), fried wantons, curry chicken (!), tom-yam mee sua, mushroom stroganoff (fusion…), ma-po tofu, sweet-sour chicken, and even tangyuens (almond and non-almond!). The most impressive dish was probably jason’s yu sheng though. And gosh, this must be the first lou1 hei2 session where people have said things like…

louis: feng1 he2 ri4 li4!

Well, considering how cold it is going to get, i guess wishing for some sunshine is justified but still. Haha, yea and post-dinner talk centered, for a while, around venus and g-force, pregnancy and our uninteresting lives, and yea i lost around 2 quid to joy in blackjack.

Earlier in the day though, i received a phone call from home, and as always, it was only after putting the phone down and curling up again under the covers that i started to remember all the things i’d wanted to say, all the trivial anecdotes that i had mentally tagged for future reference, the questions i’d wanted to ask. And my grandpa, who is hard of hearing, i miss him :) so much.

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January 25, 2006

Repenting made easy.

On a more serious note though – and im still twitchy about writing about religion because im hardly live up to standards – God makes all things right again. He sends the right people, at the right time, and there is nothing contingent about that. It’s so frustrating to find that you disappoint yourself time and again, that resolutions remain as metaphysical beliefs which dont translate into action. Please remind me, at each disappointing juncture, that i dont have to go hibernate in self-inflicted ennui.

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January 21, 2006

the past few days have been rather uplifting, and it is so reassuring to realise that you have the capacity to feel blessed still. and the confidence in knowing you can still make clear-headed decisions and still summon up that dormant willpower when situations call for it. i forget sometimes, that i can still talk myself out of certain decisions, out of certain thoughts even.

right! so last night was the Minster Ball, the annual dinner/dance event held in the York Minster, and whilest the food was just passable (jason quote: this looks like something i’d cook), the music afterwards really made up for it. well, so did the setting i guess; and the company of course. it didnt feel anything like prom to me, though there was the inevitable photo-whoring, conversation-making with people whose names you may have forgotten/mixed up with others, girls tugging at their tube dresses. there was the Guy In A Kilt, the ‘raindance song!’, the gown-with-coat ensemble, the pacing around in the cold while cab-waiting, cui’s three cups of coffee, and the speaker whose speech didnt really strike a chord with me.

and today turned out surprisingly well, in spite of my newcastle trip screw-up. caught my first sightings of this year’s Australian Open on tv while jogging at the gym! Wanted to stay on the treadmilll in front of that tv for as long as possible, so i was consequently jogging at crippled snail’s pace. I caught the martina hingis match :) brilliant! and yes brilliance, tonight’s performances at the Drama Barn was pretty full of that too.

the heartbreaking rendition of ‘Heya!’ (uh, dont trust the spelling) – yes that Outkast song(!) – on a piano was refreshing; the solos were laudable; it was all in all, enjoyable :)

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January 19, 2006

Finally have access to Straits Times Interactive (STI), and inadverdently chanced upon one of Sumiko Tan’s columns. Hm, not a big fan here; i’d used to think of her as a pre-mrdarcy-bridget jones, maybe three jeans sizes smaller and a couple of inches shorter, but nonetheless. Anyway, one of her columns – it was the Jan 1 2006 one – sported a title which, though seemingly trite, did catch my attention. The title was simply this: What if you had one year left to live?

The column also asked the reader to consider what he would do if the one year was hypothetically shortened to one hour. What if you had one hour left to live? What would you do?

One hour – thats about the length of one OC episode, two Friends episodes. It’s the length of one of my seminars; it’s a train ride to Leeds; i could listen to Oasis’ Wonderwall about 15 times, Lifehouse’s You and Me maybe 18 times.

But of course, we’re not talking about any other One Hour; if you had one hour left, would you blow it on The OC or on a train ride. It struck me, while reading the column, that if i did indeed, hypothetically, have one hour, i wouldnt be able to spend it with family, and people who have meant the most to me for the past couple of years. i wouldnt even be able to make it to Heathrow airport in time. And more likely than not, because my DognBone card is out of credit, i would have to spend 15 minutes of that one precious hour trying to top up credit before being able to call home, call friends, call people who matter.

And what would i say?

When it comes down to it, all the vocabulary i’ve accumulated would be no match to the two simplest phrases: thank you, and i’m sorry. and to the precious few: i’ve always loved you, and always will. those are all the words i’d need. And right now, im going to have to snap out of this melancholy, because readings beckon! I cant believe how trite my truth sounds at times…