Tuesday, April 29, 2008

the 'foolish journalist'

We had a little role-play for our class today, where we had to draw lots to pick out a character and act it out in class. The setting was for a 'press conference', and the theme on 'Asian values', where Singapore's draconian laws on hanging without exceptions taking central stage.

The roles were that of Singapore SM Lee Kuan Yew, Malaysia former-PM Mahathir Mohamad, and journalists from all over the world, including South China Morning Post, International Herald Tribune, New York Times and The Straits Times.

As usual, you always pick out the role which you least favour. And, for me, I picked out the role that I would most hate to be in real-life - Journalist for The Straits Times, Singapore.

Well, basically, since the setting was a 'press conference', the main stars were 'Lee' and 'Mahathir', who had to field questions from the 'press'.

Everyone began saying how easy my role was, because basically I had three choices on what I had to do as a journalist with The Straits Times:

(1) Agree with Lee Kuan Yew

(2) Agree with Lee Kuan Yew

(3) Agree with Lee Kuan Yew

How hard was that, really?

And, so, the 'press conference' began. It was basically divided into three groups. 'Lee' (played by this Caucasian guy) & 'Mahathir' (played by another Caucasian guy), the 'Western press' (played by mostly Caucasians) and the 'Asian press' (played by mostly Asians, including myself).

The 'Western press' started off by firing questions mostly at 'Lee', such as why Singapore had to resort to hanging people, instead of sentencing them to life-long sentences.

(Side-track a bit: Hangings in Singapore take place every Friday at 6.05am at Changi Prison, and media coverage usually seen the following week. Singapore journalists actually send their articles to public relations departments to proof-read before sending it to press. And also, some international publications go to the extent of sending their articles to Lee Kuan Yew himself to proof-read before sending it to press.)

A 'Western journalist' argued that a lifetime behind bars was more humane than hanging people. To which 'Lee' replied, "Do you know how much it costs to keep someone in jail?" adding that it was costing taxpayers' money to pay for jail -baits' food, housing etc.

The 'Western press' was pretty aggressive in the beginning, firing non-stop queries, leading 'Lee' to question: "Can we please have some questions from the Asian press?"

So, basically, as I've so clearly outlined my role before, I had to agree with whatever the Caucasian guy (playing Lee) said. Easy enough. But, I ended up making a fool of myself.

Raising my hand, I introduced myself and where I was from, before directing my question at 'Lee'.

"Singapore is building itself up as a global city. So, by hanging people without considering reasons such as why they are bringing drugs into the country, do you think it will taint the image of the city?"


Which I admit was INDEED a very inane question, and TOTALLY OUT OF CONTEXT OF MY ROLE-PLAYING.

To which, 'Lee' turned to the lecturer, puzzled, and sought to confirm which 'publication' I was from again. After confirming, 'Lee' turned to me and said something along the lines of,

"Well, you do know that you need to have
your license renewed annually.

I'm going to have your license revoked."

I know of some Straits Times journalists who have actually been brave enough to voice out their dissent to Lee himself. But, unfortunately, the only outcome of their courageousness was having their press license revoked, and most leave the country disillusioned.

There was a
Reuters journalist who also posed a very provocative question to Lee once on the freedom of the press, or lack of it, in Singapore. To which, Lee avoided the question thoroughly and asked totally inconsequential questions of his own, such as the journalist's name and which publication she came from.

I could be wrong, but after answering my question and causing a minor uproar, 'Lee' turned to 'Mahathir' and said that it was a 'foolish' question to ask, which led me to think if it were in a real-life setting, would I have done the same thing? The answer is no. Because it's just not worth it, simple enough.

Well, I got to redeem some of my common sense back later on in the 'conference'. A 'Western journalist' had posed something along this line of question to 'Lee': "Do you think it's right to restrict the freedom of the press and cause your citizens to live in a climate of fear?"

To which, 'Lee' started off by disagreeing that the citizens live in a climate of fear, before trailing off, and finding himself at a loss for words. Cleverly, he turned to me and asked, "Well, what do you have to say, Singapore journalist from The Straits Times?"

My reply went something along the lines of, "Well, I would say that Singapore citizens don't really mind the lack of press freedom. Because they have everything, housing, cars, education...They place economic stability above freedom of speech." To which, I could see my lecturer at the side nodding her head vigorously in agreement.

Having only stood up to 'Lee' in a pretend-setting, I must say that I applaud the journalists who have done so in real-life, but yet I cannot help shaking my head and questioning the outcome of their bravery.

A revoked license. A disillusioned you. And just another statistic that bloggers and senior citizens at the Kopitiam discuss about and the mainstream media indelibly censor out.

Is it really worth it?

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

the death of a loved one

❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
girl im suffering from a heartbreak
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
becoz my beloved jus died..
sweet ★ promises says:
ok im gg to type WHAT
sweet ★ promises says:
but i think you're talking bt e JJ serial right
sweet ★ promises says:
=)
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
NO I'M TALKING ABOUT REAL LIFE
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
AND I'M REALLY UPSET
sweet ★ promises says:
WHAT ? ?
sweet ★ promises says:
WHO ? ?
sweet ★ promises says:
JJ died ? ?
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
AND VERY DEPRESSED
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
I COULDN'T SLEEP OR EAT PROPERLY EVEN.
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
NO. NOT JJ.
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
ITS MY DARLING.
sweet ★ promises says:
i thot ur darling IS jj
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
LIKE THE MOST IMPORTANT ONE IN MY LIFE.
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
GET IT?
sweet ★ promises says:
ohmygod is it really a person ?
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
MY SONY ERICSSON PHONE DIED YESTERDAY NIGHT LA
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
VERY DEPRESSING CAN
sweet ★ promises says:
OH GOSSSH you gave me a heart break can!
sweet ★ promises says:
but thats still terrible news !!
sweet ★ promises says:
how
sweet ★ promises says:
you dropped into e bowl isit
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
YES
sweet ★ promises says:
what you really did ! TSK !
sweet ★ promises says:
i hope it was a CLEAN bowl
sweet ★ promises says:
=P
sweet ★ promises says:
but ew, toilet bowl =P
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
yeah. and it was a toilet bowl full of shit
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
becoz i haven flushed it yet
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
and the hp dropped in
sweet ★ promises says:
YUCKS tell me you are SO kidding
sweet ★ promises says:
then you deserve to have it die on you after such humiliation !!
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
no i'm not kidding
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
i'm totally serious
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
and u know what else?
sweet ★ promises sent 4/23/2008 5:03 PM:
oh gosh it better be sth not worse than what you've alrdy told me
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
well actually it is
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
but if i tell you, you must promise me not to tell anyone else
sweet ★ promises says:
WAIT I KNOW
sweet ★ promises says:
you took it out w ur bare hands amidst e shit !!
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
OMG, how did u know?????!!!
sweet ★ promises says:
YOU SO DID NOT DO THAT !!
sweet ★ promises says:
dont you have gloves or anything like tt ? ?
sweet ★ promises says:
TONGS ?
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
how else was i supposed to take it out?
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
it was a public toilet, for goodness sakes!!
sweet ★ promises says:
hahhahahaha
sweet ★ promises says:
oh man
sweet ★ promises says:
tissues! LOTS OF TISSUES
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
but that was not what i was going to tell you
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
i was going to tell you something else
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
but then u must promise not to tell anyone?
sweet ★ promises says:
zip mouth shut and throws key out e window
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
ok la its kinda like a secret
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
you see
❤ The Chocolate Writing System ❤ says:
actually, i'm harry potter, and every night, i fly around on a broomstick, and if i touch water, i turn into a mermaid

I might as well mention to you, dear readers, that this is the very same friend who once believed me when I told her I was working as a fireman (or woman). "I put out a fire and saved an entire family today," I said, and she took in every word faithfully, in the same way a Christian believes in the words of the Holy Bible.

The real truth of the death of my handphone is a lot less carnival-fanfare. I forgot to take it out of my jacket and soaked the whole thing in water.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

St. Kilda Beach


St.Kilda beach is postcard-perfect.

Especially more so when the sun begins to set, and amazing streaks of pink and orange start to taint the sky.
























St. Kilda Beach at Daytime
























St. Kilda Beach at Sunset
























St. Kilda Beach at Night

And, that's not the best thing about St. Kilda. While loitering around the beach and the sea rocks, we noticed a sign that said penguins come out to play at St. Kilda when night falls. After confirming it with some passers-by, we hanged around, waiting for the penguins' grand arrival. As far as I know, there are a total of three penguins at St. Kilda. Shy creatures by nature, they cower behind a stumble of rocks, and never really come out to meet people. Photos are not allowed, but...



















Penguin hiding behind rocks



















Close-up of Penguin
























Seagulls at lighthouse



















Close-up of seagulls





















Just some of the thousands of boats floating above the seas


























When we were about to leave, we stopped for a chat with this fisherman. He was only one of the many people fishing at St. Kilda. Apparently, he had been here for quite some time, and haven't had a single catch yet. During our conversation, his fishing pole started stirring. He had caught a fish! Just as he was reeling his catch in and placing the fish into the white bucket, his second fishing pool started jumping as well. He had caught another fish! Before we left, this gentlemen held our hands and thanked us. "You bring me good luck," he said, the resounding ending note of our time spent at St. Kilda.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

i want to go home

Once the novelty has worn off, I miss the familiarity I once had.

Friday, April 18, 2008

fuck you

I'm not scared of loneliness.
If I were, I wouldn't have come all the way to Australia all by myself.

Suddenly, three years seem like an eternity.

Sunday, April 06, 2008

clubbing: billboard style ver 1.0

I went clubbing on Saturday night with a few of my mates at Billboard. Basically, clubs are a mass gathering and the 'celebration' of the wastage of so much human potential.

Young people, with really bad dancing, attention-seekers trying to fit into the 'cool' bracket, girls with outfits that one of my ex-colleagues term 'half of her moon is showing', and guys looking for a free fuck.
Loud, blaring music. Cool, hip people. Outrageous dress sense. And, some of the rare few with So You Think You Can Dance? worthy dance moves.

It amazes me how my friends who are all great dancers, can dance for more than three hours without stopping. Vic, who is from Russia, got onto the tabletop and danced continuously for three hours straight, no breaks in between.


This guy, with piercings all over his face, asked me to take a picture of him in this body-builder posture. Here are his 5 seconds worth of fame in this humble blog of mine.

This couple (OR RANDOM STRANGERS, I REALLY HAVE NO IDEA) were engaged in some sort of dirty dancing. Dance, kiss, separate, dance, kiss, separate, guy walks off, friend joins girl, and then both get back together again. Repeat above.

Halfway, I caught one of my friends chatting with a very decent-looking Malay guy. Initially, I assumed that they knew each other. But, then something about my friend's demeanour, triggered off alarm bells ringing within me. Something inside me snapped and I just knew something wasn't right. My instincts were later proven correct.

This Malay dude proceeded to whisper something in my friend's ear. Again and again. While my friend listened intently. "Do you know him?" I wanted to ask, but the blaring music made any sort of hearing nearly impossible.

My friend, clearly drunk, would later confess that she couldn't hear a word the dude was saying. I guess the dude took my friend's drunken disposition as silent acquiescence, for the next thing I knew, he had a firm grip on my friend and was dragging her across the dancefloor. Hand on heart, I didn't want to intrude, especially if the both of them knew each other. With a million questions racing through my head, my feet did the thinking for me. My steps quickened with each beat of the music, as I whizzed past the dancefloors, the table tops, to come to the bar.

Now, the Malay dude was talking to my friend again. But, in a split of a second, all the dynamics shifted. He pressed my friend against the wall, his body against her, and he was kissing my friend on the lips. My friend said, 'No', but the guy persisted. It was clear enough that he wanted to bring her home. Confused, shocked and disconcerted, I found myself reaching for my friend, pulling her away from the guy, turning on my heels and walking away. My head was reeling from all the shock and the mystifying turn of events.

These guys are so cheap. They go to clubs, pay a cover charge of 15, and scan the dancefloors for a free shag. Suddenly, I find that guys who pay for prostitutes are waayyyy classier. So, when my friend T told me: "If you dance, you get to meet some really nice guys," I shot him back with, "If you dance, you get to meet all the wrong sort of guys."

The night was called to an abrupt stop when all the lights went up, the music went dead, and the security guards started chasing everyone out. I checked my watch. 3.10.

When it was time to leave, we caught M scribbling his number on some Asian chick's hand. Apparently, the chick wanted his number, and he said, 'No', but he could give her his number instead. What's the attraction factor that Asian girls have towards Aussie guys? The exoticness that allures them to something unknown, tantalizing, fascinating, strange and the very unfamiliar?

After a couple of drinks....

S: "Cheryl, I swear, you are my best Uni friend ever!"

C: "Er....okay. Right.....but I've only known you for a while..."

S: "NO! That's not true! I've known you for TWO weeks."

I SWEAR drunk people have no idea what they are talking about.