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  • 3GT Day 1

    1.

    Hitting 22nd! Receiving birthday greetings from family/friends, waking up to red hard-boiled eggs by my grandma! I pulled through 22 years of good and bad, avoided danger sufficiently to stay alive, and amassed enough friendships to be remembered by friends even if they are far away right now. :’-) That is in itself an achievement, right?

    2.

    Broke my constipation streak! Not totally, and tmi. But ya. I have bowel problems k. Cannot ah? Won’t elaborate on how i got there, but hmm maybe i need to up my fiber/live active culture intake. My problem seems to be with water absorption. I can talk about my poops forever but something about public propriety tells me i should stop.

    3.

    Was cuddled, also learnt that cuddling can lead to addiction. I do not doubt this one bit. Currently happily addicted. Consistent affection and oxytocin build-up is responsible for this.

    January 19, 2015

  • Three Good Things

    Of all the happiness exercises proposed by Seligman – father of positive psychology – Three Good Things (and Using Personal Strengths in New Ways) was found to have the most significant long-term impact on happiness.

    Basically, every night before bed, you think of 3 good things that happened in the day (no matter the scale), write them down, and give a causal explanation for it (reflect on why it happened).

    For my 22nd year i’ll try this out, as far as i can go. Useful also because it gives me a reason to update my blog. Probably will not, however, make it fully public. More personal entries will be made private. Does anyone wanna try this out with me?

    18th Jan, Day 0:

    1. Had a fulfilling morning cycling with my Dad in great weather. I bothered to drag my lazy ass out of the house despite slight lethargy. My dad remembers appointments i make with him and is always very proactive in reminding me/keeping to them, which i love about people.

    2. Watched a brilliant episode of WILTY. For a long time watching comedy series has become merely a distraction from stress or work. This semester i’m letting myself watch purely to be entertained. There’s a sense of lightness i cannot quite articulate, and it gives me space to laugh heartily where it warrants. I realize i have not laughed so spontaneously (alone, i mean) for awhile.

    3. Had a birthday dinner with my family and J. Best minute of a great day was when the whole table laughed together about something. There is something about sharing joy with your closest loved ones. Grateful that J was there to share it. J’s commitment to coming for dinner, even if it meant pushing away other appointments, made this possible. And of course my extended family’s willingness to take time off their schedule for me, even at 22 when celebrating is no longer a requisite.

    January 18, 2015

  • Watched: Black Mirror, White Christmas

    I finally got around to Black Mirror’s 2014 Christmas special yesterday, after putting it off in my reluctance to clean Black Mirror off my to-watch dock. It was – if i were to be succinct than loyal – disappointing. First things: I’m very new to (and very much in love with!) the Black Mirror universe. In fact, i started it because the release of White Christmas rejuvenated its fan base. Series 1 & 2 was completed within two weeks, so my inclination to compare runs rather high.

    Even as the weakest BM episode, it was engaging enough for > 1 hour to feel much shorter than it was. Again, the actors were on point; i do have a penchant for british actors – there’s always a faint shadow of stage in their performance, which appeals to my early years in theatre. Jon Hamm worked in contrast to the cast, especially in context of his character – more offhand and quick charm.

    Also, not sure if it’s just me, but little segments (technology, songs, dialogue, plot) reminiscent of past episodes. Perhaps hidden tributes?

    That’s pretty much all for that was commendable though. The most glaring of its faults was its over-dependence on thought experiments. In previous BM episodes, i gave full pardon for leaps of logic – because it was psychologically water-tight. Meaning, the episodes often sliced off a narrow piece of universe on which the premise is centered, without considering possible external factors, or how this might work in context of the actual world (e.g. crime logic in National Anthem? what does everyone else do? in 15 Million Credits, governmental intervention in White Bear?). BUT, the courses of action taken within that assumed universe followed its rules, and closely mimicked what anyone would do in the situation. Given that the premises are primarily thought experiments, the external world doesn’t play as crucial a role.

    In White Christmas however, even within the given universe, the plot is sketchy. Firstly, surely the cookie cannot be seen as viable. It’s unlikely that humans, with so much fear and desire for self-preservation, would willingly allow a copy of the consciousness – even if it were code – to be imprisoned. Even more unlikely is that they would use the technology to force confessions out of lower level crimes. It could only imply that the technology is widespread and inexpensive. If it were, it suggests that there should be more sophisticated methods available that could extract a consciousness that coded pure informational memory, taking away the whole imprisoned consciousness! conundrum.

    The concept of blocking someone could also have been polished. It’s strange that blocking constitutes of making another a huge, conspicuous, static mess who still makes rather loud – albeit muffled – sounds. Isn’t it way easier to tune out another human being than something so unnatural and obviously distinct from everyone else!?

    Charlie Brooker wrote this episode, like he did the other amazing ones. I can only guess that the pressure of an 80 minutes episode forced his hand at expanding the scope of his new tech theme. In almost all episodes there was a tight and elaborated focus on one technology (social media, memory chips, dead people imitator); in White Christmas it took on both in-person blocking devices and the cookie extractor. Perhaps it was this that muddied his ability to troubleshoot the viability of his tech creations. The moral implications of both technologies were also pretty divergent, without ever converging to deliver a singular message as happened in all other BM episodes. Given that this is the main factor for BM’s success, i’d say White Christmas failed its predecessors.

    The last gripe i have is its predictability, which was so, so deliciously absent in all other episodes. Every past episode shocked me in ways my new-media sensation-craving being yearned for (okay yes, i double checked, at least one satiating surprise in each). This episode, however, i knew the kid was Tim’s. Even more offensively is perhaps that Tim wasn’t a casual Asian seamlessly folded into the plot – he wasn’t even a bloody token Asian. HE WAS THERE BECAUSE HIS ETHNICITY PROVIDED A PLOT DEVICE. So we could have Potter immediately recognize the Asian child and realize she’s not his. So: predictable + Asian as convenient plot device otherwise would not have been Asian.

    TLDR: I loved Black Mirror series 1 and 2, but was quite disappointed with the Christmas special.

    January 17, 2015

  • New year, new places

    The year started out well, as it always is when friends are featured.

    Tail end of 2014 spent having a simple Ya Kun breakfast with Ben, Cat and Cleo. Missed Gee a lot, because YK is her thing. Being emotionally dysfunctional we expressed this by cruelly sending her photos of YK. Poor girl. Lazy morning meet-ups are my favorite, before anything begins, when we have nowhere to rush too.

    Spent the stretch of Christmas and New Year with the extended family (including J’s), which i haven’t done for awhile. It has been friends or J for the past several years. Made a conscious choice to stay home this year.

    Also managed to catch up with Ben with Daf before Ben leaves. She’s always been the one constant always popping up whenever the Mugs meet, without her around i’m not sure if we’ll even get the chance to… :-(

    On the other hand: i have a class with Shereen Keng, AGAIN, after 6 years! So at least ONE mug would have her face around mine. SMU days are nice, because TWO! DAY! WORK! WEEK! And having to see all my pretty A16 boys and girls – the familiarity is so comforting. Envy them for having this throughout uni.

    Yesterday, met up with LPS and Debs. Spent 4 hours chatting, with these 2 there’s really no end to conversations. LPS will be away this semester, but already i’ve seen her face more than i did since Uni.

    Discovered new places with J. One day we decided to go somewhere we haven’t been to, and found an open place with good food and kitschy trinkets to browse – pretty much our only two criteria for a good place.

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    Cutesy old school things. I love just walking around being amused with J. It’s a very grassroots activity, admittedly, but the trite proverb of simplicity as best proves itself rather true.

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    Went to Trick Eye with my family. Tbh it was pretty underwhelming. We agreed that if my dad hadn’t gotten complimentary tickets, it wouldn’t have been worth paying for. Most of the exhibits were under construction; the lighting was bad for photo taking, and the exhibits just… weren’t very well thought out.

    Still, time with family.

    January 14, 2015

  • 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.

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    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

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