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  • Read: Teenage Textbook, or the Melting of the Ice-Cream Girl by Adrian Tan

    Read 8th Apr 15

    Recommended and borrowed by J. He warns of cheese beforehand, but that it has its good moments. That’s pretty much the most accurate summary I can come up with. It’s quintessentially Singaporean – the best parts of it. We thrive in the cheesy, the nostalgic, toe-ing the line of tacky (stay within it and we’re safe). Teenage Textbook is your JC puppy love condensed into a slim one-sitting novel. The style is tongue-in-cheek, stripped of its pretension. Think of it as an exceptionally compelling series of Dad Jokes. The gems are aplenty, humour is consistent throughout the novel (approx. 4 per page if you’re curious).

    Beyond the funnies, this is all in all well-written. A good dose of meta, helmed in smoothly because of how the book is structured. Which brings me to how it’s structured: interspersed with excerpts of the actual Teenage Textbook. I have to applaud Adrian Tan for his effort: the Textbook bits were unnecessary but thoroughly enjoyable breaks. Just bask in Tan’s wit and sometimes attempt-wit, also the retrospectively hilarious 1980s-ish fashion/dating advice.

    The nostalgia. I’d think a novel so heavily creamed with slapstick (plus of course written > 2 decades ago) wouldn’t be very relatable to me, but nope. Still evoked that hazy, pleasant, carefree JC daydreams. I was especially touched by the references to curry puffs, which for some reason seems to resonate with all Singaporeans with fond memories in school canteens. Anyway.

    Teenage Textbook is perfect for anyone who’s greedy for several elements at once 1) light-heartedness, 2) indulgent feel-good, 3) clever narrative, 4) something to prepare you for that nostalgic SG50 trip. In fact yes, I think TT is just right for 2015. I wish more local writers would be fearless enough to try something other than hipster/wispy, or rid of the compulsion for explicit, literary ~depth. Sometimes all we need is some good, conscious writing rooted in everyday life. And everyday life is more of a comedy than deep rumination tbh.

    September 14, 2015

  • Dream Quotes

    Having a dream journal is great. Makes me laugh, discover the strangest trends, and affirm that i’m an unfulfilled genius. Just check out the gems my subconscious throws out:

    “你一身的massage,就是觉悟他的诅咒。”
    Realizing that to be free, we need to undergo suffering.

    “Evolution ensured survival of the adaptively advantageous”.
    Basically that the strongest survive.

    “And Plato said to apply the socially distinct theory of things.”
    I have no idea.

    “I feel zen zen peripheral to all.”
    I’m at peace because my actions and I are but peripheral to everyone else’s life. There’s no need to feel self-conscious or overly responsible.

    Yes these are lines my brain cooks up in dreams. SUH WEIRD QING.

    September 13, 2015

  • GE2015 Afterthoughts

    1.
    Took a really long time warming up to the whole elections heat. In fact i cruised past the rallies, cooling off, and actual voting in a surreal blur: did not participate in any political discussions online / irl, embarrassingly meh about my own voting preference.

    2.
    What exactly does ‘voting wisely’ constitute? Is it different from voting rationally? Does voting wisely really lead to the best political outcome? It seems to me that voting is based on personal ideals, preferences, woes, situations. There isn’t a universally ‘wise’ choice.

    The only sure conviction i have about ‘voting wisely’ is to not vote for idiots, i.e. the 2.6k Han Hui Hui fans.

    3.
    Gaffes are hilarious. They are about my favorite parts of GE2015. NSP’s Choong Hon Heng got me in stitches. There’s a truly disproportionate number of CMI folks in politics. I guess it takes a certain amount of courage to stand against such a strong incumbent. That, or idiocy – which really explains the extremes in capability/total inability when it comes to opps.

    4.
    Also, my take on the ‪drastic vote swings:

    The majority of Singapore associates PAP with government, and is fundamentally unable to fathom a government shared by parties or that is non-PAP. Votes are but a reflection of current sentiments towards the government, which many ultimately think of as the PAP.

    My strong suspicions about the mindset of the silent majority / vote swingers – Not happy? Don’t vote for government this time. Happy, feeling very SG50? Support government this year. In both context, there is still a party consistently conceived as government.

    Other parties’ job for the next 4 years is to not frame themselves primarily as opposition, but as viable leaders. As long as Singapore knows them as opposition, they will remain but a token to throw against government when convenient, where ‘government’ remains inextricably linked to PAP.

    5.
    I’m proud of TPL and her media trainer.

    6.
    First time voter, expected the underwhelming procedure, but thumbs up for the usual Singaporean efficiency. Got mine done within 10 min!

    September 12, 2015

  • Franklin Effect

    I have this weird automatic mental mechanism, that makes me extra nice to people I dislike. Specifically, those who annoy me on either a justified or irrational basis, and whom i’d be encountering again. By nice i mean smiling, thanking, indulging, the works. Or whatever I know they’d take well too.

    Case-in-point #1:
    Black face dessert store woman near my place. She has gotten my order wrong SO MANY TIMES and is consistently unapologetic. Once she even scolded me for not specifying my order earlier. She is absolutely cheerless and stingy with the liao. But i perversely enjoy being excessively polite to her. Like bowing slightly while getting the change. Or using 不好意思 and 谢谢 a shit ton.

    Case-in-point #2:
    Someone in class who just has a kiampah face/demeanor. Yes i admittedly am extremely prone to finding others KP without good reason. I remain unapologetic about my strong evolutionary instincts towards charming individuals. Anyway, it follows that i’ll be overtly indulgent to whoever this is. Maybe so much that it seems fake idk i can’t help it. Say i know this KP person enjoys having their ego fed – i’d make lots of references to what they said in discussion, agree, compliment, listen intently, shit as such. It’s not deliberate either.

    So what’s going on amirite? I’ve thought of several explanations for my bizarre behavior.

    1. Extreme niceness to mask or offset my otherwise repulsion. As a non-confrontational person who also wishes to be liked (even by people i don’t particularly fancy), i’m unwilling to openly dislike someone if it would lead to future conflict. Plausibility: Very, since i’m obviously capable of showing contempt, as any nose-digger on the train who’s been subject to my glares can tell you.
    2. As a strange version of the Benjamin Franklin effect, i’m psychologically forcing myself to dislike a person less. By acting nice, i’m essentially creating cognitive dissonance that propels me to like the person so it’ll match my action, thus reducing dissonance. Plausibility: Not very, because how would i benefit from disliking the person any less? Ok so perhaps it makes me a better person – but that’s great for the rest of the world not me. Adaptation screams bullshit.
    3. This is an attempt at getting the other person to believe I like them, thus lowering their guard against any hostile acts on my part, also/or so they’d grow to reciprocate my seeming good feelings towards them. And then when they’re all unwitting and vulnerable with their trust in me I’D CRUSH THEM. Plausibility: Diabolical, but probably true.
    September 9, 2015

  • Thoughts about someone

    Watched Mr Holmes with dad today.

    My dad is truly amazing. He works hard for us, never complains, is incredibly easy-going and kind. Over the years i’ve gotten hints of it – his students sharing on social media about what a good instructor he is, him being the confidante of troubled friends, his readiness to give to charity – but because he’s my dad it’s difficult to tell if he’s a great guy or just, yknw, being a dad.

    Recently our apartment underwent a huge upgrading renovation and the house was an absolute mess after. Dad, who once told me that cleaning was therapeutic for him, took a day off just to clear the overwhelming filth and clutter. He did it all in good cheer.

    Older now, i’ve come to know him more as a person than a father. We go out, have long talks like adults, about everything. He never judges, always shows interest, and usually has a wise word for me. If we knew each other in another context, at the same age, we’d definitely make close friends. So lucky to have him. He inspires me to be the best parent to my child in the future.

    September 6, 2015

  • Voices

    It’s almost been a month.

    Things i’ve learnt: I’m a lot more independent than i gave myself credit for. It’s not that life would be miserable without J… just a lot less enjoyable. The times it does strike me are when we Skype (which isn’t often), when i see him right there without the physical presence. Beyond that, i don’t have the luxury of dwelling with a busy school/work schedule.

    His absence is most felt at the most random times, when i just want to tell someone something. Not even rants or htht. When i have an opinion about the most irrelevant, passing events – then life throws back a foreign silence. The voice in my head is uncomfortably audible, when i used to have his to hear, to hold.

    It’s like being out in a friend, starting a comment about something, then turning around to find that your friend has wandered off.

    It’s also a little like having a lobotomy, where a very integral part of your inner world has been plucked off your self. You can function fully without it, but it also feels strangely… empty.

    I guess it takes someone being away to really know the surprising roles his or her play in your life. It’s only been a month so i don’t know if it gets harder or easier from here.

    Also i kept reaching out to touch my Macbook screen because i’ve been so used to my Surface Pro. Both are brilliant machines and i’m so pleased with all my essential PC purchases these years. The mac feels insanely heavy after half a month with my SP3 though.

    September 4, 2015

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  • Motherhood

    One of my greatest obsessions (goals/dreams/concerns, it is many things) since adulthood is to be a mother. And with any other obsessions, it comes with its own set of neurotic fretting.

    There is my superstitious fear of jinxing it – I’m mortally afraid that by pure virtue of claiming a future status of mom would exclude me from the fortune. I’ve come across too many accounts of women who have had a hard time conceiving or carrying their child to term to be assured of a smooth pregnancy. At the same time, women give birth every day, every second, all around the world. So is it difficult or easy to have a child???

    There is the self-doubting fear of would I be a good one? If I had a choice in what my magnum opus would be, it would be my child(ren). It is also the lifework I most don’t want to screw up. But what if I do? Raising a child is difficult. Your child is a living, breathing human being – and also the most variable object to work with. Having a child is to concede and adapt to losing control over the thing you’re supposed to control.

    Another crippling, consuming fear is that my child may be [this is very politically incorrect] handicapped in any way. I have felt pangs of horror thinking about the possibility of Down’s Syndrome. Even spelling it out makes me antsy. Now this is very, very unfair of me to say and parents of handicapped children have my greatest respect. My fear is stemmed in a belief that no matter what I find out, I would bear the child – and potentially live with the guilt of watching my child suffer. Nuuuu.

    These are typically the worries of heavily hormonal pregnant women. Here I am, fetal-free and 22, already praying for a safe and healthy child. Omg, what a wreck I would be when pregnant.

    On a not completely unrelated note, I have been lambasted on ‘feminist’ grounds for placing motherhood above many of my goals. That instead I should think about what I want, not subjugated by societal ideals. That is so far one of the most ridiculous claims I’ve heard under the guise of ‘feminism’. Please. Being a feminist is about what I want to be, independent of patriarchal and societal pressures – EVEN if it coincides with societal ideals. Anyone who thinks I want to be a mother because the world wants me to must not know me very well. Anyone who thinks motherhood is an anti-feminist concept is just –

    not welcome on my blog.

    August 21, 2015

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  • JC Tuition

    Hi, I am offering JC1-2 tuition for General Paper, Literature, and History.

    Am a formal Hwachong JC student with GCE A Level As in the following subjects. Please contact me at wqingtan@gmail.com if interested!

    Taken ^^

    August 12, 2015

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