Thursday, July 12, 2007

is liking someone that difficult

I used to bowl when i was down. The last time i tried bowling again, i realised i hated it. Bowling's a sport for rich and talented kids. Just plain rolling your balls down the gutter. Friends out there, don't ever ask me out for bowling ever again. I'll slam the door right in your face cause i'm not a rich or talented kid who loves rolling his balls down the gutter.

You would have realised by now that im never a role model for anyone. A blog's supposed to be like a diary right? Except that the whole world reads it. Well, sort of. Only was it taught in primary school that you would have to write perfect english in your diary. No abv. Or grammatical errors. As if it wasn't tiring being nice to EVERYONE you meet. Now you'd have to be nice to YOUR diary too.

Like it or not, thats the way i speak to my diary. Crude, plain simple english where all the ah bengs and ah sengs could make sense of. Well, Shake-wats-his-name-again loved all his nays and thees, so let me carry my ##@! and *&^% in MY diary. Who on earth would nay and thee anyway?

I have always found it amusing that right here in his own country, one has to learn to speak and write like he-who-uses-nays-and-thees. And obviously we suck at that. The whole street's flooded with these people who are trying so very hard to sound like the he-who-uses-nays-and-thees and they kinda annoy me.

You would have realised by now that my content's way off the title. Well, its MY diary!

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

have i really too much free time?

I took up a new hobby just last weekend. Well, that makes it two new hobbies this year. In case you're wondering, i'd just got myself my long awaited digital camera last month. But i thought, can photography keep me occupied all weekend long? Felt that i needed more ommphh into my already boring life. No doubt i was already working out in the gym twice a week, but that was more routine than excitement. And i can't think of anything exciting about going to the gym. So, there i was last week, contemplating on what i could add into my life to make it more fulfilling. And then it struck.

I had always envied children who had the chance to do taekwondo down at the basketball court in the evenings when i was still young. But i never had the chance to do so with the overly protective parents of mine. I could only watch them through my kitchen window. My peers in their white gi, belts of all colors...

Better late than never. I knew i'd to discover what i'd missed all these years. So, there i was on a Saturday evening at this karate dojo sweating and panting. I was one hella fat, obese, unfit, unhealthy uncle there, but i was happy. Finally i could do this. Yearning for this for the past two decades. Undoubtly, most people would think i'm crazy, absurd, or childish for that matter. Embarrassed? No.

For i knew i have probably half a century left in this world. And if i weren't to do it now, do i still have the opportunity the next day?

Sunday, March 25, 2007

a fruitful life

Things are looking so good ever since i left that damned job. For one, i have much much more time to do things i'd always wanted to but couldn't find time to do so then. Like learning to drive. I'm enjoying that Japanese song being played on the radio as i type this article now. This is what i'd always wanted. A surreal Sunday night when one could just reflect on his life.

As i type this, i couldn't help but wonder how life was thirty, forty years ago on the very ground my feet stands now. Before flats were erected on this very land. The only information i could gather was that there was a cemetary less than a hundred metres from my place. And also, a temple once stood on where my block of flats now lies. Isn't it so fascinating if one could somehow find out what was it then?

I've always been a nostalgic person. While lots of people would complain that there's nothing historical about my countryland, i definitely would think otherwise. We might not have like what, three thousand years of recorded history. But have anyone ever thought what Singapore was like three thousand years ago? Unfortunately, no one will ever know.

I've always thought that if one were to take a shovel and dig deep into the earth, one would definitely unravel lots and lots of stuff. Isn't it just great if one could do that in his backyard? Mmm....Probably dig up some pebbles placed by lovers then centuries ago?

What happens when one dies? All these thoughts i'm well, "creating" right now, where will it all go?

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

a slimmer me

Yup. I'm slimmer these days. I reckon that i'll have one hot bod in a year's time.

How i love my current job! Unlike the previous one where i'd to slog like a dog, the current one caters more time. More time for gym workouts. If i ever would be on Cleo's 50 most eligible bachelors, the very first thing i'm gonna do is dedicate my long-awaited fame to The Company. Mmm...i wonder if those men are really bachelors..Wait! Is the 50 most eligible thing still existent? KIV: Have to ask the girls on that.

Well. I'm quitting bowling. Fingers all deformed and under-performing because of that. Plus, it's only for rich people who can afford $30 for a weekly game. I'd surmised that spending that money buying TOTO or 4D would be a wiser choice.

For that matter, i'd decided to pick up a new hobby. Something which i can do alone. Something that does not require a sparring partner. Something that does not incur running costs. And so i though, why not photography?

So, i made my way down to THE IT FAIR last weekend. And got myself a camera. Not that i know anything about photography. I know absolutely nothing about it. But hey, isn't it just appealing to learn or do something which you have never ever done before?

Sunday, January 28, 2007

a useless son

Yes. A useless son - That's what i am.

Other sons could provide well for their family. They make sure everyone's healthy and happy. I envy them. People often asked me where i would be holidaying that year. As always, i would smile and reply that i won't be holidaying any time soon. How i wished i could bring my mum and dad out. Even a trip to the shopping mall would suffice. How i wished i could be just one of the children with happy families.

Bowling used to be my only solace. When i'm feeling down or stressed out, i would make my way down to the bowling alley for a few games. Alone. Not now. Everyone seems to be happy in the bowling alley. I see daughters bowling with their dads. I see family outings at the bowling alley. I see couples having fun as well. And i see myself alone there.

My dad used to be very healthy. He didn't fall sick very often. Probably a more accurate statement should be that he falls sick only once in a blue moon. But recently, he has been catching colds and running fevers so very often. It worries me.

How i wished i could tell my dad that he could very well retire the next day. But i know he wouldn't. He has always been a model closest to the Enlightened One. He, who taught me what was right and wrong. He whom i can always seek for advice.

I've been feeling weak these days as well. I wonder when my days will be up. But i pray to the heavens to permit my health and longevity. At least allow me to fulfil my obligation as a filial son.

Friday, January 12, 2007

in memory of prof. ananda rajah

Two months of plain idling. Finally. I'm working again! Finally, doing something i like. Doing something i enjoy and look forward to each and every other day.

It should have been a great week.

I have the habit of reading the daily papers from the back page. Something which i did since i was in secondary school. Those were the days when teenaged sports enthusiasts like us read the papers mainly because it featured the sports section. The days when Jordan scored baskets with his tongue a la a panting hound. The days when Agassi and Michael Chang were still featured on Nintendo. Flipping the papers from the back since then had become such a routine that it never ceased. Even when i absolutely abhor sports today. Who cares if someone had or was affectionately called golden balls?

I caught sight of a picture featured on one of the back pages yesterday. Not in the sports section. Obituary. I'd prayed then he wasn't whom i'd though he was. Page after page, i precariously flipped from the back. Not reading. I knew what i had hoped not to see. Page one of the Home section.

While most engineering students would stick to "safer"modules in their course of study, i preferred doing subjects i liked. I liked materials science. So, i enrolled in a specialisation programme in that. I like arts and social sciences as well. I did Film and History. I did Cultures in the Contemporary World. It was the latter which is taught by Prof. Ananda.

Prof Ananda was a very charismatic lecturer. His lectures were always filled with wit and humor. He loved food. Did you know that a simple dish like Tahu Goreng says a lot about culture? What about Mee Siam? Or even McDonald's? He would often say he's a good cook. And everyone said so.

Race. An everyday word. But did you know of its discourse? Did you know that the term "race" served to divide the human population? Or did you know this term served just as one big excuse for colonial Europe to discriminate other ethnic groups? I knew. Cause Prof Ananda enlightened us.

In memory of a very good man, my term paper i did in Cultures:

Culture is not a static phenomenon. Most people would mistakenly identify it otherwise. When asked for their perspectives of cultures in Singapore, most would gladly reply that Singapore is a multicultural, multiracial society. Though I shall not elaborate or dwell on the discourse relating to the controversial use of the term “multiracial” or that of “race” in particular, the broader concept of a culture and its relationship and effects on or by Man will be explored. Culture is not another word representing ethnicity, as most people would have perceived. In Singapore, most would link their various forms of ethnicity with that of culture and say that there is Chinese culture, Malay culture, Indian culture and probably an “Others” culture. The very point which they have missed out or overlooked is that ethnicity and culture is not a substitute of one another. No doubt their relationships are intimate, but they should not be confused with one another.
In this very paper, I shall illustrate the relationships between culture and kinship, ethnicity and interethnic marriages. Even more so do I want to illustrate the culture is an umbrella covering these aspects and that culture is not static and finite, but ever changing with its environment and surroundings. To accomplish this, I would use my family tree as an illustration and discussion tool.
To begin with, I will briefly set the layout of my kinship. As seen from the kinship diagram, I am represented by the shaded ego. Regrettably, line tracing could not be done to the fullest as surviving members have little or no knowledge of affinal relatives. As such names and descendents of certain family members could not be injected into the kinship diagram.
In depth discussions can now be made after the brief outline of my kinship. Probably the most appalling, if not significant portion of the kinship diagram is that of my father and mother. Looking closer, you would have realized that my mother owns the same surname as my father, while her siblings have names which are in Malay. Tracing my mother’s lineage, one can’t help but notice that her parents as well as her grandparents have Malay names. This is in fact because of my mother’s a Malay by ethnic group and that of the interracial marriage between her and my father.
Contradictory to the Muslim customs whereby a man has to convert to the Islamic faith upon marrying a Malay woman, my parents did otherwise. It is known to all Muslims in the Islamic world that it is only right for a non-Muslim man to “masuk melayu” if he were to marry a Muslim girl. Here is an instance where we see the relationship between religion and culture. While there is no hard and fast rule or legislature that a non-Muslim man had to switch his religion compulsorily, culture expects him to do so. The very point of “masuk melayu”, or entering the Malay community and “becoming” Malay, serves as a binding force that integrates the protagonist into the Malay community. It must be noted here that I have used the Malay and Muslim terms almost interchangeably due to the cultural perspective that most Malays are Muslims. Thus, to diverge from this cultural “rule” of “masuk melayu” is tantamount to betraying the whole of the Malay community. As a result of her marriage with my father, my mother was disacknowledged by her immediate family and hence casted out of the Malay community. Ironically as it might seem, what served to be the purpose of “masuk melayu” turned out to be otherwise. As a result of being outcasted by the Muslim community and her immediate family, knowledge of my mother’s lineage is limited to memories of her childhood and teenage years. It is also because of this that line tracing could not be done to the fullest and had to be constrained to just her own siblings as well as her parents and grandparents. In other words, consanguineal links are more prominent compared to affinal links over at my mother’s branch of lineage. Kinship terminologies are introduced and explained by Linda Stone [1].
As evident in my kinship diagram, descent in Chinese family is patrilineal which is based on links through the males only. The womenfolk marry into the males’ family and take their surnames or family names. As such, their sons or daughters will in turn inherit the surnames that of their parents. While sons retain their family names when they in turn marry wives, daughters would have to “drop” theirs and marry into other families. As such, in olden, premodern or postmodern times, Chinese prefer to have sons rather than daughters in view of carrying on with their family line or descent. Embedded within the issue of patrilineal descent of the Chinese community is that of demise of a family member. In the event of the passing away of a parent, his funeral rites are to be carried out by his sons. In a situation where he or she only has daughters, last rites could not be performed conventionally. This is thus seen as a reiteration of the demise of the family line. Looking from a wider perspective, as a prevention of such situations from occurring, premodern Chinese couples without a male heir would adopt one. Adoption served as a means to carry on with one’s patrilineal descent. When China was still implementing the one-child policy in order to curb its rising population, patrilineal descent patterns were somehow threatened. Daughters were given away by their parents, though illegally done so.
Interethnic marriage which is also accompanied by a religious change may involve a total change in the descent system or pattern or in a kinship system. Religious conflicts arising from interethnic marriages had been brought forward by several authors [2, 3]. Take for example that of a Chinese-Malay interethnic marriage. Osman Chua had discussed on the issues pertaining to the Chinese Muslims; issues like interactions between Chinese Muslims and other ethnic groups and practices of Chinese Muslim customs by Chinese Muslim converts [4]. The effects of interethnic marriages on kinship systems had been discussed previously by Hassan and Benjamin [5]. As seen from the arguments above, descent is patrilineal in a Chinese community. However, an interethnic marriage with a Malay would change this. Upon marrying a Muslim lady, the male protagonist would have to change his Chinese name to that of a Malay one, representing his dedication and willingness to commute with the Muslim society. With his change of name, and thus family name, he has broken the lineage pattern from that of his parents and ancestors because his family no longer owns his family name. In a Malay community descent is cognatic or bilateral, which are based on links through both men and women. In an exaggerated but not incredible case, if a Chinese family had only one descendent to carry on their family line and this male descendent marries a Muslim girl, it would signify the end of that particular Chinese family line. That would also signify a change in cultures in both families. Changing lifestyles and dietary habits are some of these cultural changes. As we must have known that Muslims do not take pork nor drink alcohol; this male Muslim convert can no longer do so if that was what he did before. He, being entered into the Malay community, would have to follow their way of life, from their “Asalamulaikum” greetings to more religious observance like saying his prayers daily. This is a huge cultural change. It signifies a change in what people would see as a Chinese culture to a Malay one. By culture here, I mean the general way of life which these two different forms of ethnic groups have.
Cultures can be seen from various levels, not limiting itself to merely ethnicity. An example would be that of a Chinese Muslim. If it is Hari Raya Puasa, would he celebrate? The answer is no doubt yes, since he is a Muslim and is expected to celebrate with his Muslim counterparts. And now if it is Chinese New Year, would he celebrate? Admittedly, I too had qualms initially. But the answer is too, yes. While he has entered Malayhood, he too is still a Chinese by ethnicity. It is filial piety and respect that he celebrates the Chinese New Year with his parents, elders and siblings. As a matter of fact, Chinese New Year is not a religious festival and is celebrated by Chinese collectively regardless whether one is a Buddhist, Christian or Muslim. As we can see now, this Chinese-Muslim would have a different set of lifestyle; neither that of a Chinese nor Malay. We see a hybridization of both cultures. Hence, culture can be perceived from different angles, not just that from an ethnicity perspective.
There are many other issues with regard to an interethnic marriage which I have not discussed. We would have expected food to be different for one. Osman [4] briefly discussed the food and drinks patterns of Chinese Muslims. There would be hybridity and “borrowing” of foods from different ethnic groups. Chua and Ananda [6] explored the hybridity of food in their research. “Islamization” of Chinese food was introduced with one of the reasons being that of Chinese converts who must abide by the religious injunctions against pork, but yet desire to consume Chinese food. Education would be affected as well. Which mother’s tongue would a child from an interethnic marriage pick up in school?
The points which I have attempted to bring out throughout the discussions are that of the relationships between culture and interethnic marriages, between that of interethnic marriages and religion changes, and that of culture and religion changes. The difference between culture and ethnic has too, been reiterated several times in the arguments. Kinship systems were briefly introduced and its relationship with cultures explored. To conclude this paper, other different aspects pertaining to an interethnic marriage have been introduced to the reader. They serve to enhance the reader’s perspective of the various relationships between culture and interethnic marriages, even more so to illustrate that culture is ever-changing and not static.



Bibliography

1. Stone, Linda. 1997. “Gender, Reproduction, and Kinship.” In Kinship and Gender: An Introduction. Boulder, CO: Westview Press.

2. Osman Chua. 2001. Chinese Muslims in Malaysia. KL, Malaysia: International Islamic University Malaysia Press.

3. Black, Algernon D. 1973. “Expectations and Realities of Interracial Marriage.” In Interracial Marriages: Expectations and Realities. NY, USA: Grossman Publishers.

4. McNeilly, Russell A. 1973. “Aspects of Interracial Marriage in a Multiracial Society-Trinidad, W.I.” In Interracial Marriages: Expectations and Realities. NY, USA: Grossman Publishers.

5. Riaz Hassan and Geoffrey Benjamin. 1972. Ethnic Outmarriage Rates in Singapore: the Influence of Traditional Social-Cultural Organization. Singapore: Department of Sociology, University of Singapore.

6. Chua Beng Huat and Ananda Rajah. 2001. “Ethnicity, Hybridity and Food in Singapore.” In David Wu and Tan Chee Beng, eds., Changing Chinese Foodways in Asia. Hong Kong: Chinese University Press.



Friday, November 10, 2006

Unemployed, once again

Yup. I'm unemployed again. No. I wasn't sent packing. Neither did i screw my boss. I left voluntarily.

Mixed feelings. On one hand, i didn't want to leave my current job. It was extremely good paying. Where else can a fresh grad obtain 5 to 6 grand every month? But it came with strings attached as well. Working almost everyday on top of 12 hour night shifts is one hell-of-a-sap-depleting task. Not to imagine being screwed somehow or rather daily. But, i didn't mind working like a dog. At least i was a RICH dog.

My mum didn't like my current job. As most of you might have known by now, my mum's very VOCAL about she thinks. I didn't get enough sleep on my shift days since she would interrupt me during my 5-hr rest in between my shifts. HELLO??? i'm working like 15-16 hrs on a night shift and i only have 5-6 hrs of sleep by the time i get home. And she wakes me up 2.5 hrs into my sleep? I would have brushed it off if such was an isolated incident, but hell NO. Everyday. Daily. Always.

And so, i tendered my resignation last week. And now, i'm jobless. With a bad repute as well. Who would want to hire a "non-fresh' grad with 5 MONTHS of working experience? And who would believe that i'd left that job because of my mum? I see myself deflowered. Unfresh. Can someone repackage me again?

Here i am, with the onus of meeting my mum's job criteria- 8 to 5 type, near to home- with no success. I live in goddamn Serangoon for goodness sake! Where am i suppose to find a respectable, full-of-prospect company here in this sorry portion of Singapore? Why wasn't i born in the western part of Singapore?

Is it too much to ask for a happy and supportive family?