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  • On learning.

    Every semester, deadlines get tighter, assignments demand more, my ability to allocate attention to each module wilts a little.

    Was whining about how stretched I feel to Justin, and although at the time I was too vexed to register what he kept saying, one thing he reiterated stood out: That I’m learning and I should be happy about that.

    It’s embarrassing, but I lose track of that goal so often, when it should be intuitive and obvious.

    I’m here to learn. Whatever my grades are ultimately, I get my degree. Yes, getting a better grade can nudge my starting salary margin up by a couple hundred. But really, in the large scheme of things, so what?

    The first time I’ve felt significant academic stimulation was in JC, when I did my first AQ for GP. I loved responding to a prescribed text or topic in a critical manner, without a formal anchor. I remember going, so this is what thinking is. I loved it. JC, although frankly quite challenging, didn’t offer much space for freer discourse though.

    In that gap between graduating and matriculation – probably the longest I’ve gone without school, I started to crave critical thinking. I hoarded information off the net and read endlessly on subjects I never bothered with before.

    But I was used to being spoon-fed, with at least a rough framework to work with, and although valiant my efforts were haphazard and yielded little. At the time I was incredibly excited for Uni, where I would be made to start thinking and knowing again.

    Sem 1 was a dazzle of intellectual frenzy and I loved every moment of it. Political science intro with all it’s fancy new theories, psychology which i’ve wanted to do for years, my comfort zone in literature where everything is always fun and never goes wrong… and then there was my first usp module which near well sent me into the throes of self-doubt, but was also the module I loved the most.

    It was writing and critical thinking on justice and was basically just this intense philosophical module around issues of law and justice in all it’s abstraction and theoretical aspects. It might not seem like much two mods more into uni but right then it was just about the most challenging academic course i’ve had, and i loved every single brain-wringing moment of it.

    I felt like I was really, really engaging with whatever I was learning. I felt like I needed to push myself to understand things, to produce any thing. It was just brilliant and right now what I define real education to be. 

    To be fair, all the modules in my subsequent semesters provide me with the opportunity to feel that as well, especially my USP mods. But at the same time there are additional expectations for more technical aspects of academic work, like formal research and structure. That kinda bogs down my whole enthusiastic freedom learner thing.

    Still.

    I guess, yes, I am very grateful to have the opportunity to learn. And I wish so much to always remember how that is my main objective. As long as I’m applying myself to engage with my material, grades shouldn’t really bother me. The Asian pride in me does want to do well just for the heck of though.

    My mid-semester crisis where I started to doubt my major choice of psych kind of stemmed from its lack of academic freedom/rigor it expected from me, actually. I really love free, unseen critical response. That I need to deal with (and memorize, horror!) facts and figures and have ‘right’ answers kind of turn me off the module.

    I wanted to Psychology because, to me, it’s the most encompassing of all fields (or so I thought). It’s essentially learning about why and how humans work – our behavior, our thought, everything. But now I’m not so sure. Everything is so formulaic, and although yes I can handle it all but it just doesn’t excite me as much as critiquing does.

    Starting to suspect that I’m not as much of a social scientist as I thought……. 0-:

    At the same time, the facts and figures are fascinating. They form the knowledge bulk of academia. My theory is that there are two main facets of learning – knowledge hoarding and critical thinking. I guess we all need both for wholesome learning, but GOD memorizing is so tedious.

    Ngh!!! Mid-sem crisis again.

     

     

     

    November 4, 2013

  • Bizarre dreams

    I’d have a series of unrelated dreams almost every other night, each incredibly vivid.

     Recently I had one where there was a competition of sorts and the champion gets to be pope. The events were like those you find on Japanese gameshows, one of them being this flight of huge stairs SLATHERED with butter and you need to crawl to the top. And when the competition ended, this huge torch of fire blazed in the middle of the cylindrical stadium and some babies that were riding on terrified chickens were put into chariots and carried into the stadium by birds still in their cages (but flying). They flew into the blazing fire and imploded and I woke up. Whuuut.

     So just last night I dreamt that I was a male microbe. Yes a MICROBE. And there was a huge war between all the microbes in the world and the slightly bigger debris. So there were lots of casualties but every time a wave of microbes were sent out and most of them killed, we kept going on about how there are BILLION TRILLION microbes in the world and even if a lot of us are killed we won’t die out. That was basically our strategy against the larger debris. And there was even a darkly comical sequence where I became a human for awhile to have another perspective of the war. And even though in the microbe-level world it was utter chaos, as a human everything was hilariously calm and normal. But if you looked up at dirty corners you could see dustballs quivering strangely… because apparently they are at war with microbes.

     And then I was a microbe again, discussing with an older microbe about the costs of war. We realized that both of us had lost our loved one to the war (I’m somehow often male in my dreams). And both our girlfriends/wives (?) had English names, we had some Chinese name idk omg. And the wise older guy explained that they had English names because they were not natural microbes but man-made ones. So they were… named?! Oh god idk why am I so weird.

    November 4, 2013

  • Yogyakarta, 24th – 28th Sept

    Squandered recess week away with a (study) trip to Yogyakarta.

    It was amazing, and the place was unexpectedly beautiful for a relatively non-touristy area (unlike Bali). Us girls got lucky, we got a cottage with a back door that led directly to this:

     

    Loved our room so, so much. Spacious, rustic, all wood and unpretentiousness. Also, the very impractical outdoor showers where we could be one with nature.

     

     

    Borobudur and Prambanan temple visit.

     

    The people there were zen and had almost no concept of punctuality, which i mean in the nicest way possible. No one was in a rush to go anywhere or do anything, and because of that no one else feels the pressure to rush. Everyone’s just chill all the time, even with waiting for others. I love it.

     

     

     

     

     

     

    One of the greatest factors making this trip so amazing would be the PEOPLE. So, so blessed to have gone with a class full of people with a great sense of fun, and who are as devoted to shopping and eating as i am ahaha (although that’s just most singaporeans so yeah). No interpersonal conflict cropped up (which is rare when it comes to being with close proximity for FIVE DAYS), and in fact each day we just got crazier in our infectious happiness hahaha. The peak of it on the night before our departure, where we laughed continuously and pretty intensely at Pizza Hut, and after that the entire ride back to the hotel. Everyone’s so adorable oh god.

     

     

    AND THE CHEAP FOOD. We went absolutely batshit nuts with grocery shopping on the second last day. Check out our receipts. And also the daily feasting on Magnum (only a buck over there whaaa) and assorted other indo-goodies!

     

    Had the best time there, wish i could go back someday again!

     

    October 7, 2013

  • memory

    I have an incredible autobiographical memory.

    In fact, the further away the time period, the better I remember it and the more vivid they seem. Often I’d recount an event from back in primary school in detail, and my friends involved in these accounts would be like: that happened?!? how do you even remember these stuff???

    I just do. And i’m not entirely sure of it’s a curse or blessing. Because while everyone typically have a tunnel vision towards the future, my childhood – which was a very happy one – insists on being consistently compared to my present.

    Everyone, I think, will feel a sense of loss when reminiscing about the past. For me this is all the damn time because I always remember exactly what happened 10 years ago and the creepy part is that they don’t seem that far back. On my personal timeline they’re just about a couple years back, tops.

    This doesn’t just extend to significant happenings, either. I can in my head picture, vividly, meeting PJ at the exact crossroad. I remember what I’m wearing and what she’s wearing. I remember the route we took towards Hougang mall, I remember the exact location of the shop we stopped at and the exact thing we bought (me – a tuna and a black pepper chicken puff, her – a mushroom chicken puff). I remember sitting at the playground, and the exact timing we went up for science tuition. In fact I can even tell you the questions we were given for that very lesson. It was on the pulley system. The last question asked about the application of force for differing fulcrum placements. I remember PJ and I slathering glue at the top of the paper so that our tutor (we called him Caterpillar Eyes) would get his hand stuck on it while collecting them.

    That was in Primary 4.

    Almost every other memory of that time period I can recall in this amount of detail. I can even remember scents and sounds and texture. It’s difficult for me to believe how long ago that was.

    Sometimes I wish it didn’t because they just reinforce just how much I want to go back to those times.

    September 12, 2013

  • personality tests

    I think the human race, in our desperation to understand ourselves, instead corner our selves into narrow labels.

    We want so much to define our personalities (what myers-briggs are you? what’s your horoscope? are you an introvert or extrovert? are you artistic or logical?) that we forget how various things are.

    There are theories we can use as frameworks to understand aspects of ourselves, but it’s dangerous to try and fit yourself into any one type.

    In doing so we undo our complexity and allow arbitrary descriptions tell us what we should do and what we are capable of, and the last thing we need are unnecessarily brakes on achieving our full capacity.

    September 10, 2013

  • under the weather

    I ought to stop being so ridiculously affected by the weather.

    Have been mired in quite a funk these days. Probably the combined stress of schoolwork, weather, and homesickness. Also nostalgia.

    I find myself missing everything – people, places, times.

    There seems to always be a correlation, much as I wish it didn’t, between my mood and the weather.

    It’s not conscious, and would usually take a couple of days into melancholy before I realize how rainy it has been. It upsets me mostly because I don’t like the idea of my entire self being so wholly manipulated by something this random and changeable.

    But it happens.

    The chinese side of me likes to attribute this to the dominance of sun in my name. 炜 with all that firey fire and 晴 which literally means a bright, sunny day. I’m just innately incompatible with the damp and the cold and the general lack of sunshine.

    That, or I’m a plant reincarnated.

    Rain makes others want to curl up into their cosy beds and feel all safe and protected but no bed, no blanket, no roof can keep the rain from bogging me down.

    All it does to me is make me perpetually moody, needy, and massively hungry. And also unproductive.

    I hate it and I want it to pass so badly.

    I want the sun back.

    I want my summer back.

    September 8, 2013

  • Braces: before, with, after

     

    Before braces.

     

    Bunny teeth and distinct canines and a very messy bottom because of small Asian jaw. The spread was also pretty strange, with lots of spaces at the side when i smile.

     

    I’m not sure how I lived 17 years being okay with teeth like that, now that i have them straightened… And I don’t just mean aesthetically. In fact, that’s the least significant difference (to me). Having properly aligned teeth helps in the so many areas: sleeping and breathing and chewing and speech.

     

     

    Right after getting my braces on. Hurt like a bitch and I had to live on soft food. It was horrible.

     

     

    They straightened really quickly, this was a few months after. For a long time it was stuck at this gap-tooth stage, which I secretly liked.

     

     

    After more than a year. Straight but my bite was not yet adjusted. Had to wear rubber bands for awhile to reign in my overbite.

     

     

    The day I got my braces taken off! I think the last photo I have of me in them.

     

     

     

    AFTER. Oh god just compare this with the Before. Also idk why they seem so white here.

     

     

    YAY.

     

    ALTHOUGH.

    I’m still stuck on retainers (at least until end of this semester). Need to have them on almost all the time and it’s a huge pain. They impede my speech more than braces did. Also just really uncomfortable, troublesome and horrible.

     

    Nyeh.

    September 2, 2013

  • MOVED !!!!

    http://rictusempraaa.blogspot.sg

    (This time with three As.)

    August 20, 2013

  • 3am

    An old woman stands alone in a dark, narrow room.

    She is reciting nonsensical lines. “I like YOUTH! I like ASIA! I love YOUTHASIA!” She says them with deliberation and enunciation; loudly, perhaps louder than necessary.

    When she is done the room is abruptly silent and hollow.

    She remembers a child who was once precious to her. Remembers not only it but the depth of her love as she peered into the cot at its fat, thrashing limbs, remembers the way it returns her attention.

    Before this child there was a string of others. She did not love them as much as the child because her love was divided, but their footsteps and voices fill her mind and remind her that she is alive.

    Now she thinks about her husband. In a jar she has kept his bones. At the angle, the jar projects a dimensional image of him as he used to be on a domed glass surface.

    She kisses the image, but the surface is searing hot.

    She cries out and falls backwards.

    She lies there, crying, her lips a raw red.

     

    And then I woke up. She, I think, either outlived her husband, children, and grandchildren. On hindsight I think “I love youthasia” might be her saying she wanted to be euthanized. In my dream I didn’t make the connection.

    Waking up with that final image makes me indescribably sad.

    August 19, 2013

  • Summer come back

    I miss you already.

    August 18, 2013

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