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  • Book Review: Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng

    Yesterday I was up till 3am reading this contemporary fiction. This is surprising because usually my off-switch is activated at 11pm, and I’d drift into unconsciousness by 12. I’m not sure if it’s a compelling novel, or if my coffee was too strong that morning – but anyway, I finally finished it today morning.

    I have contradictory feelings on this one, summed up by my description of it as a family drama through and through. It engrosses you, but on a more basal than intellectual manner. It is akin to watching a Korean soap. You can’t stop because it spurs on feelings of injustice and morbid fascination we all face towards another family’s misfortune; but it so blatantly flouts literary rules and common sense, it’s hard to tout it as a work of genius.

    Most glaringly, it fully exercises the Idiot Plot trope, which in – oh idk – EVERY SINGLE ASIAN DRAMA THERE IS. Seriously, each family member basically lived out extreme misery, inflicted upon one another, just because no one fucking tells each other anything. It’s difficult to sympathize with the characters when they could’ve prevented their predicament by simply saying, “I want to pursue a medical degree, can we find a way to do this?” instead of backing out of your children and husband’s lives soundlessly to re-enter school. I mean. Just.

    The one redeeming hook of this novel, and which makes it a family drama at its very core, is the uninhibited use of pathos. Idiot Plot though it is, the family is driven straight into the cesspit of guilt and anger and loneliness – a wreck you cannot turn away from. It is also decently written, with all the tones of Jodi Picoult and assorted mainstream contemporary. Because I’m not a hipster, mainstream does not take on a negative connotation: it’s everything pretty and distilled, neat and sufficiently arousing to the very same emotions that compel housewives to soap operas.

    It’s not that I’m a snob, but after sinking into the same contemporary narratives, I’m craving a little post-modern. Not in obnoxious amounts, but just something more offbeat and able to slice through thick indulgent pathos.

    January 5, 2015

  • Loss

    January 2016

    There are some losses you cannot prepare for. Before realizing this, I spent the year rehearsing a grief. You were still here. Your elbow wedged below my rib, my hands anchored along your jaw, our faces so close only the crescent of a single eye was in focus. I would imagine sorrow in all its shades: the salty, gritty twisting of guts and hot, dizzying tears; my lungs practiced emptying themselves. Half-heartedly I bat at the teasing hope lodged vaguely between us (you might stay, you might stay).

    I guess it is easier to imagine something than nothing, which was what remained. Where you were, a blank length – a reluctant marathon I did not want to start. I did not cry because there was no one to cry to. There was no elbow to prompt a tangible pain, no cheek to press against my palm as blueprint to navigate loss. My tongue became sandpaper, rasp with unanticipated silence.

    Ceteris paribus, you once said as a punchline to a joke I cannot remember (except that you told it with a lilting grin and expectant eyes). Perhaps that is the hardest part of all: that all else remains constant. I remember you in everything else left behind. Once, I caught myself turning to where you would have been, your name hitched right at the base of my throat, hastily swallowed, embarrassed for no one.

    A year ago you would have stirred and – half-awake – pulled me in, away from my careful plans of being alone, leaving them crumpled and frivolous. Now I stand gaping, the shape of your name still tingling against my paper-thin lungs like an unfinished arc of a question mark

    January 4, 2015

  • Gillian Flynn

    I read Gillian Flynn’s Gone Girl on my phone, and was so obsessed with her writing i immediately tore through Dark Places and Sharp Objects. They were all fascinating reads, but in different ways. In Gone Girl, the cutting descriptions of love as it can be: cruel, sour, obsessive, was especially immersive. I found myself hoarding Diary Amy’s words – a fiction weaved within a fiction but almost embarrassingly real.

    As a side note, underlying embarrassment should be what compels a writer’s subscription to Mary Sues: the inability to fully recognize or reveal themselves as flawed as they really are. Gillian Flynn’s characters are either superficially polished but severely messed up inside, or else rotten through and through (Dark Places). She doesn’t see the need for a redemptive theme, so eagerly pursued by many American authors (Good triumphs Evil! Bad situation lead to Personal Growth! etc.), which I love and is a feature of a great many Japanese novels.

    Beyond the shedding of Mary Sue types, it occurred to me that the most subtle devices employed crafted the most believable characters. As opposed to telling me what or how the characters were, there were little irrelevant details Flynn intersperses into the text:

    I take baths. Not showers. I can’t handle the spray, it gets my skin buzzing, like someone’s turned on a switch. So I wadded a flimsy motel towel over the grate in the shower floor, aimed the nozzle at the wall, and sat in the three inches of water that pooled in the stall. Someone else’s pubic hair floated by.

    I’m not sure how this tells me something about the character, but it does. It fascinates me how writers can conjure up the most mundane, detailed aspects of everyday life. Is it something they think up on the whim, or an extract from their actual lives? I’d love to try incorporating it to my own writing.

    January 4, 2015

  • Back into water

    Went swimming yesterday and wow i guess i was more traumatized by my previous ridiculous drowning episode than i thought (had flu, couldn’t breathe, struggled, got pushed underwater by well-meaning uncle, lifeguards etc).

    J kept pushing me to try at least one length, with him trailing close behind, but i couldn’t get myself to the deep middle lololol i’m such a loser. K but at last i managed about 2 laps CLOSE to the wall. I kept wailing “I LOST MY ABILITY TO SWIM” to a rather bemused J hahaha.

    Spent NYE with my family, typical day with slightly fancier home cooked dinner. Nothing beats simplicity like that, especially when you’re clear of the after-countdown traffic monstrosity lolol. On the 1st, went to the Penang hawker fare with J and family. Had the best peanut mjk i’ve ever had.

    –

    Today was thinking about how entrepreneurship is all over the place now, especially facilitated by easily accessible social media… but everyone’s running into markets that are already saturated (cafes, blogshops, etc). Yes they’re profitable now but how about in the long-run + are you able to compete with the flood of similar services?

    January 3, 2015

  • N/A

    Have not updated for awhile, because nothing to write, because nothing really fits into the weirdly evolving function of my blog. Some things feel too private, others too impersonal and tedious. Idk… Kind of a pity because I love reading archives and reliving specific, trivial instances.

    I’m torn between wanting an invisible audience and privacy. There used to be a happy medium of just my closer group of friends/acquaintances, which is nice. At this age there is the possibility of future employers/other professional relations viewing a more intimate part of your life which is just strange.

    Will think of ways to handle this precarious situation, possibly moving to new blog w/o providing address…

    December 29, 2014

  • Can we constructively criticize Feminism?

    It took me a few weeks before i decided to first post about overt feminism. I stood for everything in the post, but found myself apprehensive – a rare emotion for me and blogging. I asked myself, do you really want to do this? You know what’s gonna happen right? YOU DON’T NEED TO DO THIS. I published it anyway. For my second post, the apprehension remained. Unpopular an opinion as it is, i published it too.

    Still, a vague sense of discomfort remained. I was dissatisfied, because those posts did little to bring across a point i really wanted to make – which i could not fully articulate until today. Instead, they were fertile ground set up for a misrepresentation of what i felt. My bad. Time for clarification.

    1. I support feminism. No, you know what: I am a feminist.

    Women should be given equal rights and opportunities in all domains – academic, social, political, in the workplace. Women should not be subjected to discrimination, violence, or any other disadvantages due to their gender. Gender equality, above all, needs to be established.

    As of today, we are far from reaching the feminist ideal. In third-world countries and urban cities alike, women face both implicit and explicit violence. Little girls are deprived of education, women are burnt along with their husbands, forced into marriage, prostitution. Even amidst skyscrapers and iPhones, women are silenced, ridiculed, blamed for rape; hell, high-ranking females face subtle discrimination in their workplace, but find themselves unable to explicate their plight.

    I recognize that, and I believe in the need for feminism.

    In fact, it is because I believe in feminism, that manifestations of it that threaten its progress anger me.

    2. Not all feminist outrage is bad. But not all is good either.

    Feminist outrage is what will fuel social progress, inching us towards gender equality. Outrage is necessary both to reduce female discrimination and to bring down toxic forms of patriarchy.

    While I have full faith in feminist outrage, for it to be reasonable outrage, two aspects need to be examined: content, and extent.

    Content: Is the source of our outrage actually a feminist issue? This is in itself contentious, one may find it offensive while the other can’t see it. Furthermore, as a friend (cr: @wolneb) accurately pointed out, even if it’s not an overt one – it should not be dismissed from discussion.

    There are many cases, however, that warrant no attention from gender-issue critics, but nonetheless spawned several articles claiming feminist stake. Such as Zuckerberg’s innocuous reply to wearing the same shirt daily.

    Perhaps, then, the content relevance should be evaluated with the possible gender-sensitive consequences of an event. Admittedly, Matt Taylor’s shirt may affect society’s perception of women’s place in the scientific field – no matter how mild.

    But then comes the question of extent: was the amount of feminist outrage appropriate for the issue at hand? We should cap outrage at the minimum level necessary to redress the issue and correct societal perceptions on gender. Simply because we are civilized, social beings – no one really like unnecessary aggression (well, okay, some do).

    3. I recognize that feminism faces unfair criticism

    Unfortunately, it does. Despite increasing support from the media, feminist ideas and movements are deemed by some to be unnecessary and overtly aggressive. Some of these are even women.

    While I do not support such criticisms, some may have taken root because of an increasingly pervasive media phenomenon. Which, incidentally, is my main concern:

    Feminist invulnerability to constructive criticism, supported by the media.

    Let’s not hide it, feminism is gaining ground as popular thought, strongly protected by social media. And that is great! The potential is endless: we can raise awareness of implicit discrimination, share statistics, hold discussions, persuade, effect social change.

    But. Much of this potential has been crowded out, because social media expends its protective and amplifying resources to issues that should instead be generating balanced discussions.

    A great example would be the Times poll. Brief summary: “Feminist” was included under the 2015 Words to Ban poll, led to overwhelming backlash, Times apologized and took it down. In their apology, however, they noted that:

    “While we meant to invite debate about some ways the word was used this year, that nuance was lost […]”

    I won’t go into whether Times was right or wrong, but the public reaction was telling – instead of introspection about why feminist has garnered such a reputation, the immediate action taken was to aggressively shoot down the criticism.

    Feminism, like any other movement, should not be free from reasonable criticism.

    Even if Times should have removed the word from the list, steps should be taken to understand why it was there in the first place. Why was feminism considered overused, misused by some? As long as social media upkeeps indiscriminate protection of feminism from both unfair and fair criticism, constructive debate is curtailed, and true feminism progress in media might find itself reaching a plateau – a huge pity considering its vast potential.

    Why am I so concerned about feminism being overly sheltered from criticism on social media? 

    Feminism should be protected by media. It is the first step in the progress towards gender equality. However, over a certain point, its invulnerability becomes problematic:

    a) Most importantly, it is portraying a skewed image of feminism, explaining #womenagainstfeminism. It is frightful, yes, that there are women against the promotion of their own rights (Seriously. What.)

    This is easily resolved, however, when we realize that some of their definition of “feminism” is not really feminism at all, but instances of unwarranted attacks on irrelevant issues endorsed on social media.

    b) Such as man-hating

    Misandry is not feminism, feminism is not misandry. So why are they conflated?

    When social media overly protects feminism against critical opinions, instances of hate speech against men are overlooked, allowing them to be subsumed under the broad voice of feminism online. Netizens fear that by pointing out misandry, they would be accused of being anti-feminists. I have read arguments along the line of: “Why is it not okay to discriminate men, when women have been discriminated for so long?”

    Again, this is not the opinion of majority of feminists. Most feminists, online or offline, would recognize this as an invalid argument. My point is, in the crush of popular feminist voice online – protected and sustained by the media and online public – these arguments often go unchecked, as a result skewing the image of true feminism.

    c) Suppressing unpopular opinion for fear of backlash

    After awhile, auto-regulation occurs. People stop pointing out any inconsistencies, disguised misandry or false feminism, in fear of being labelled as anti-feminists.

    I personally experienced this. There was a constant need to qualify, to explain what i actually meant. Even then, there is fear: I fear being thought of as an anti-feminist.

    But it is precisely because i am a feminist that i’m writing this, disregarding the fear.

    Because feminism online can be so much more, and so much better. By lowering the protective gates to a reasonable amount, allowing constructive criticism (but shutting down unfair, offensive ones), feminism would benefit by gaining more supporters and ultimately effect more concrete progress in gender equality.

    November 20, 2014

  • Brief outlet

    You know there is something wrong when you’re afraid to voice out on social media for fear of getting backlash from the very movement that claims to protect you.

    I’m talking about indiscriminate feminism.

    Feminism is currently in a horrible state. In practice, sexism remains rampant; on media, it is dominated by a brand of extreme feminism that bullies and coerces reasonable disagreements into silence.

    The horror is in the perpetuating effects both have on each other. As long as gender discrimination exists (and it does, in workplaces, in schools, in whole societies), feminists will not be appeased. But as long as indiscriminate feminism remains in the media spotlight, feminist movements that do make significant changes find themselves in a lockdown because of the association with their more unreasonable counterpart.

    The problem lies in extreme feminism. It’s inability to target or remedy actual problems, distracting the public from more pertinent issues, and most of all portraying feminism distastefully, diverting possible supporters of feminism away as a result.

    True, the line between feminism and radical f is difficult to draw. But there are obvious cases. Take Matt Taylor’s shirt as an example. To begin with, it wasn’t meant to be, nor was it even, sexist. It was just a bloody shirt with a cute print gifted to him by a friend. Do we really have to make the man cry? Does it make you feel great that he is breaking gender stereotypes of emotional fragility? Do you draw pleasure from demonizing and unleashing the internet on a poor guy who was just enjoying some credit for his scientific accomplishments?

    My heart went out to him.

    Radical feminism is so often hypocritical and unnecessarily offensive. There are better ways to correct someone’s unintentional mistake, which you happen to find personally offensive, that does not involve aggression. There is very little difference between patriarchy and physical/psychological assaults towards women, and the bullying that some self-claimed feminists do online.

    The media is great for many things, but when it comes to feminism, it has massively fucked every centimeter of shit up. There was progress, and so, so much potential for gender equality. But along the way a deviant branch of feminism swept opportunities of constructive debates off the table. You are either in complete agreement with their often contradictory “feminist” creeds, or your opinion is wrong.

    It is frightening because it creates an illusion of feminist success, when in fact it is a non-functional feminism that has no impact on social practices (besides men being more cautious of making sexist comments, but out of fear of criticism than real respect for women). Sexism remains entrenched, probably even aggravated by online policing. And here when i say sexism, i mean both discrimination against women and men.

    If i had more time and less of a migraine, i would write a longer piece. In the mean time, please let me know where to get a Gunner Girl shirt. I will wear it around and if anyone tells me not to wear a “sexist” shirt, I’ll tell them to stop controlling what women should or should not wear and unleash angry radical feminist hashtags on them.

    THIS is what we should be concerned about, not shirt prints:
    https://www.change.org/p/deputy-prime-minister-teo-chee-hean-minister-for-home-affairs-keep-julien-blanc-and-real-social-dynamics-rsd-rsdnation-out-of-singapore

    Another great example of extreme f shutting down anybody who isn’t in complete agreement with them:
    http://apgnation.com/archives/2014/09/09/6977/truth-gaming-interview-fine-young-capitalists

    November 17, 2014

  • first half of november

    the days are cold but i am safe;
    warmth is falling asleep to your familiar noise

    our car rides are silent but here you are;
    we stop to watch strangers fish one sunday evening

    the same life i held in my arms
    in a dream long ago now in
    you; i feel it stir beneath my palms and your dress

    light is both a window open
    and a text blinking, hopeful on our cellphone screens

    November 10, 2014

  • assorted thoughts

    what is it about minions that people find so adorable? personally i think of them with only contempt. sub-human and stupid with all the failings of greed, selfishness, aggression. also they’re noisy and their laughter is creepy.

    i might have just described a baby, except we’re genetically predisposed to adore infants for evolutionary purposes… so unless we’re adult bananas, your love for minions cannot be justified. idc.

    –

    currently reading: Paulo Coelho’s The Devil & Ms Prym. the moral premise is either too convoluted for me to comprehend, or it’s fraught with loopholes. either way, it’s still pretty good.

    –

    speaking of convoluted, it’s time for my quantum reality final essay! my mind non-figuratively overheats whenever i delve into journal articles. chose to write on lockwood’s many-minds – relatively obscure but not elusively so. philosophical implications and mathematical proofs conspire to deep-fry my neurons.

    –

    my dreams they are much too exciting.

    perhaps to compensate for my lack of irl. they come packaged as a coherent action movie plot, and i experience everything – the emotions, the physical turbulence – in full.

    once i had a dream of being on several roller coasters. one of them was a ride down a water slide. the sensation was as real as a ride could get, but without the unpleasant fear. it was basically pure thrill without safety concerns.

    how does cognitive processes generate such realistic experiences? actually i have a lot of relevant theoretical explanations for this, why am i surprised?

    –

    November 4, 2014

  • Peace

    These days i am mostly peaceful.

    Feel like i really haven’t been fair to this space. How did i find it in me to post every day, or every couple of days?

    How is it that secondary school / JC life was so much more (externally) stimulating than university, where everything should be happening, haha.

    And how is it that i like it this way?

    Getting old, i guess.

    Either that, or the storm has migrated inwards. Everyday i learn new things, think new thoughts. It’s very exciting in its own right.

    October 13, 2014

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