Wednesday, August 25, 2004

'Senate, come off it! education is not for profits!'

If an overseas education was all about a whole new experience, monday certainly was one good lesson. i broke one of the biggest traditional singaporean taboos. nope, i didn't smoke weed. neither did i pop pills nor my cherry. i took part in a quasi-militant protest against implementing full-fee payments for domestic students, albeit as a silent observer giving moral support and clapping to the slogan chanting.

Now here's some of the background infomation on what this big hoo-hah is all about. From what i gather, the aussie students finance the bulk of the cost of their university education through a system called the HECS in which each individual student only pays about $4000-$5000 per yr upfront. The repayment of the remainder of the cost comes in the form of installments through yearly taxation when the students eventually graduate and start to work. This ostensibly seems to be a pretty equitable idea, considering how it shifts the burden of financing tertiary education away from the general taxpayers (a majority whom did not receive a tertiary education) and specifically to the university graduates who are afterall the ones who benefit from a teritary education. The problem with this is that there are many foreigners who abuse the system by getting permanent residency and hence access to HECS, and upon graduation, return to their home country leaving their PR status and shitload of tax liabilities behind. In response to this growing inefficacy of HECS in financing tertiary education, the Commonwealth government therefore decided to pass a law allowing each university to have the option of charging full-fee upfront payments on undergraduates. What this means, is that each student would now have to take up a study loan to pay for their fees upfront (the interest charged would certainly be higher than HECS), and will have to service the loans even before they start working. It is estimated that under this policy, professional courses such as medicine can cost up to AUD$210,000. Many students interpret this as an attack on public education and believe this would lead to social stratification where the rich and stupid are given priority in university admission over the qualified but poorer students, by virtue of the fact that they can afford it. The crux of it all here is that in order for the policy to come into effect in UWA, it requires the ratification of the UWA senate which convened on monday. The only problem here was that the senate is hardly a credible representation of student interests when only 6 out of the 21 seats are occupied by members of the Student's Guild. The vast majority are old hacks appointed by the state government who have little or no interests in the policy which almost exclusively affects the undergrads. Of course, one could argue that the old hacks may have children who would eventually go on to university and hence they have a stake in the issue as well. But judging from past voting patterns such as a previous vote on HECS increases (another unpopular policy) earlier this year which was passed with the 15/21 majority, it is widely perceived that the senate aligns to student interests no more than Motaqda Al-Sadr's alignment to American interests in Iraq.



University fee hikes don't happen here everyday, protests neither and never ever in Singapore. So there i was, at 1530 hrs at the Guild Village witnessing a manifestation of civil disobedience.




It wasn't so much of the fact that such a thing never occured in Singapore (in fact it did happen before in the 1960s when students from Chinese High and Chung Cheng High took over their schools, barricaded themselves and had a hunger strike in protest to the implentation of military conscription) that interest me. What was really struck me more than the novelty of the whole shebang was that the spontaniety of the entire anti-fees hike campaign. Right from the start of the campaign, all the publicity, speeches, protests and all other anti-full fee paraphernalia were all solely done by the students, not even any association per se, just like minded students who believed that they should rise to such injustices. Now think about student unions in like Singapore, what do u think the NTU students' union would do in the event something similar happens? Would they a) divert embittered undergraduates attention away by organising yet another awful tertiary bash? b) convene an EGM to discuss new kinky ideas for orientation besides the cliched 'stripping-in sea' forfeits? or c) spend 1/3 of their budget on a campaign to extol the excellent foresight of our esteemed leadership and rally behind the policy our wise leaders formulated proclaiming that all undergraduates will readily swallow the bitter pill for the collective good even if it means giving up 1/2 of all places in the cohort to PRC and Indian scholars or prostituting one's self to finance one's way through university? Policymakers cannot lament the Singaporean apathy to engage with government policies without actually removing impediments to foster a certain level of civil activism or at the very least, removing impediments to freedom of speech, unless of course it was never the true intention for them to engage in the first place. With ambiguous OB markers, lame-duck unionised organisations and a long list of slander/libel case precedents, the only form of engagement you're gonna get is the those of the model worker/student/grass root leader whose questions are heavily vetted beforehand and only when the questions are deem comformist enough not to shock the 'conservative confucianistist asian ' political values of Singaporeans, can they appear on tv with an incoming prime minister, complete with images of them chatting happily in hawker centres and old army anecdotes of a certain Commanding Officer without a tinge of arrogance. Tokenistc liberalising of the political climate is a 'Slap In The Face' to any ideals for a Singaporean civil society.....

Now back to the story. The protest started with several student speeches at the guild. One described it as 'the first of another wave of barrage on public education', another 'polarising of the australian society where the only the rich will receive a university education'



One of the speakers was Fred. He's a pretty friendly guy especially for an old-time activist. Well in fact all the actvists are friendly and more chatty and the average ang moh. It was him who explained the intricasies of the HECS and now the full-fee policy when I was just there not understanding a jack shit about the significance of the the whole issue. Fred's also from the resistance organisation, some socialist democratic group that organised some very good forums (such as one on the Israeli-Palestinian conflict with a palestinian ambassador as the guest speaker). That probably explains why he's at the vanguard of the campaign. When not busy attending classes, you'll always see Fred distributing pamphelets and newsletters not unlike a certain Singaporean psychologist in the streets of orchard road.


After the speeches were made, and the crowd deemed enthusiastic enough to parade, the march began. Well I wouldn't say the crowd was large enough to make a ground shattering impact (especially since the campus was relatively quiet since it was already three and it rained heavily before that) but it was sizable. Slogans were chanted, hands clapping to the rhythmn spirts where high. Here are some of the more interesting slogans. it ranged from the placcid:
'The fees, the fees, the fee is for decrease!'
'Hey Hey! UWA! We don't want full fees today'
'No ifs, no buts! No fees no cuts!'
'Senate come off it! Education is not for profit!'
to the less pristine....
'HEY SENATE! You're selling..our uni...FUCK OFF!!!'


Then the teeming masses arrived outside the adminstrative building near Winthrop Hall where the senate meeting convened. The security guards were already on stand-by. For the next hour and a half, the chanting went on, and 3 students suddenly decided it was a good idea to bang on the locked entrance to the senate meeting

They banged on the door to the beat of the slogan chants until one of the smaller glass panes shattered. The security guard at the inside took out his camera phone and started taking pictures of the perpetrators. 2 of the bangers wormed out. the remaining one posed with a V-Sign and carried on banging for a little while more....

The eventuality happen, the crowd grew tired of chanting so they switched letting whoever had any comments on the whole issue to say a few words. The speeches and comments varied from the pleading
'Please register to vote! Together we can throw John Howard and Liberal Party out of office'

to the outright militant:
'WHERE'S HIS FUCKING CAR???' - a response from the crowd to Fred's speech when he described one of the senate members as the prime instigator who wanted full-fees in UWA.

At around five fifteen, everyone decided that the meeting would probably stretch till late evening and so everyone decided to adjourne to the Tavern and the crowd dispersed. A total anti-climax. Ironically, if there's anything that can divert aussie attention away or break resolve, it has to be alcohol. Perhaps that might be a good idea after all, reduce beer prices at the Tavern or have few flow every friday and who knows that might just placate any discontentment to the full-fee policy.

Saturday, August 21, 2004

mind your language/past-perfect tense

it sucks to be ill especially when there's like THE clubbing event going on and 3 exams coming up the next week. oh well. here i am, back from dead, after 16 panadols and packets after packets of muscus stained tissues. my life has been so unbelievably placid. i didn't ventured beyond the sanctuaries of uni and college for the past week, and no further than the college cafeteria for the past 48 hours.

Apart from the fact that i was sick, the past week wasn't good at all, struggled to keep up with readings and tutes, turned up for a debate union meeting that only had a grand turnout of 2, had a really mediocre political science news presentation, hell it wasn't even mediocre it was downright disasterous. fuck it man. if that's how i'm gonna speak in front of a crowd, i'm gonna have a tough time trying to make it to the team for WUDC.

I dunno how others feel, but i certainly have some sort of problem communicating with caucasians. firstly, their accent is undiscernable to me at times, and i simply do not know how to hold a conversation with them. i mean when conversing in a given context of a discussion on a particular topic that's fine, in fact i do feel i do pretty ok during tutorial discussions. but it's the small talk, informal conversation kinda thing that i'm clueless about. What is there to talk about? Even when i started a conversation, chances are i have no idea what their reply means. Here's an example: I was sitting on the bench outside the quadrangle smoking, and the cleaning lady Jenny was cleaning up the leaves nearby.

Me: Gd' morning Jenny.
Jenny: Gd' Morning.
Jenny: You know the bus doesn't come here.
Me: (Snooked)??? Pardon me?
Jenny: You know that the bus don't come here do you.
Me: What?
Jenny (comes over): I said that the bus don't come here
Me: Erm..yes i know that
Jenny (smiling): Then why're u sitting there waiting for the bus
Me: (Wry smile).....

Is it the sense of humor that i lack? Why do i not face such problems when talking to azns then? What is it that fundamentally divides us? I am so clueless. Do the Indians and PRCs in Singapore have problems communicating with locals? Dun seem like it. And Americans, Brits, Africans have no problems communicating with Aussies. Maybe it's just me. oh well.
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In my delirious state after downing 2 panadols last night, i somehow started thinking about my secondary school days. Boy was it nostalgic. Bashing Ma Chongyou and locking him inside the class cabinet (the more disturbing part being the fact that he actually enjoys the attention albeit in a mascochistic way), exchanging gaming tips over recess, having an ad hoc symposium on masturbation over an entire free period in class, exchanging free porno gallery websites, hanging out in Junction 8 and getting into the occassional verbal skirmish with a kwai lan RI boy, challenge each other to swallow a disgusting cocktail made of various desserts leftovers and muscus, eating Teppanyaki or eat-all-you-can buffet at the now defunct Milanos over lunch, checking out girls from the neighbouring secondary schools (although sadly i never had the balls to make a move to any of them), spending every last cent in my wallet on Star Wars cards, hoping i would finally get Darth Vader, me crying like a fucking wuss when we lost a debate to Chinese High, becoming deliriously happy when we made the break courtesy of a calculation error, being ecstatic when we defeated IJ TP and then avenging the Chinese High defeat in the semis, feeling downright miserable only to lose to RGS in the grand final.......and so much more.
Life was so uncomplicated. Life then just revolved around getting good grades for the exams and enjoying whatever fun there was. No one worried what the future would hold, no one bothered. Not having to carry the burden of disappointments, nor the stigma of underachievement. Where have all these people whom i shared a collective experience with gone to? Do i really need to be deliriously sick to be reminded of them? How i wish we could be in the same class again, getting detention together for misbehaving during chinese lesson and then enjoy watching the afternoon inter-sec football match while serving our detention and such. What's keeping us from wanting to contact each other again? Perhaps those that i fondly remember, were in fact the young boys we all once were, not the embittered young adults we are now. The classmates of Catholic High no longer exists, only the alumni from the class of 99. Everything changes, except memories. they're our only link to our past and it is this link that sustains us, gives us a sense of individuality, a concrete proof that we've existed.
I miss you guys, wherever u are: Kevin, Alywin, Huaiyang, Gabriel Leong, Gabriel Toh, Junjie, Guoxiong, Jianlin, Chee Kim, James Tan, Alex Hu, Niankai, Swee Kang, Dunyi, Ma Chongyou, Jonathan, Jiahong, Eustace, Gary, Isaac, Alex Toh, Lionel, Harvard, Darryl, Soon Kit, Wei Thye, Kaiyuan, Casmir, Ben, Ms Teo and my Khalwat Kawans: Trevor, Xander and Sow Chen.

Wednesday, August 11, 2004

Cos i am whatever you say i am....(radio won't even play my jam)

life is really mundane here...i wouldn't say boring but just plain simple. i go to school, come back, take a crap (hell i actually consistently crap around the same time everyday), lunch, go back to uni, come back, dinner, slack, study, and the whole process repeats itself the next day.
I'm really enjoying political science, so much so that i think i might actually consider a career in drawing political caracitures.....


my understanding of bilateralism, multilateralism and unilateralism.

stephan hawkings didn't succeed in finding the grand unified theory for physics. so perhaps i should consider a dissertation about in seeking to explain how sex relates in our search to understand our chaotic world haha.

The Grand Unified Sexual Theory in International Politics - Dr J. Goh hahaha...the lexigraphy should be something like that:


UNILATERALISM: The belief that the act of engaging in self-gratification is superior to all other forms of fornication. (adj. UNILATERAL)

BILATERALISM: The belief that the act of consumation involving only 2 persons is superior to all other forms of fornication (adj. BILATERAL)

MULTILATERALISM: The belief that the act of engaging in group carnal activities is superior to all other forms of fornication.(adj. MUTILATERAL)

POLARITY: The degree of rigidity in the male genitalia.

BI-POLARITY: The degree of rigidity in the male genitalia, specific to that of bi-sexual males.

MULIT-POLARITY: The presence of 2 or more POLAR POWERS in a MUTILATERAL act.

POLAR POWERS: Males with genitalia exceeding that of 8.0 inches.

FAILED STATE: One whose male genitalia is unable to achieve POLARITY

THE COLD WHORE: A frigid sex worker.

ACTORS: The likes of Jenna Jameson, Kobe Tai, Sylvia Saint, Akira Fubuki etc etc.

IDEALISM: The intense belief that oneself is a POLAR POWER

REALISM: The realisation that oneself is in fact a FAILED STATE.

NEO-MARXISM: The extreme belief that the only alternative besides UNILATERALISM for non-POLAR POWERS is to seek COLD WHORES.

INTERNATIONAL RELATIONS: A BILATERAL act involving actors of different nationalities, eg Ron Jeremy and Annabel Chong

GLOBALISATION: The enlargement of mammaries through surgical means.

WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION: Viruses that maybe transmitted BILATERAL or MULTILATERAL acts that results in an immense loss of body mass. eg the HIV virus.

MUTUAL ASSURED DESTRUCTION: The unfortunate scenario when WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION are transmitted among participants of a BILATERAL or MULTILATERAL activities.

MUTUAL ASSURED DETERRENCE: The factor that prevents people from wanting to take part in BILATERAL or MULTILATERAL activities.

BALLISTIC MISSILES: A form of apparatus that ACTORS use when performing UNILATERAL acts.

NEGOTIATIONS: The process of price-haggling with COLD WHORES

COERCIVE DETERRENCE: The act of forcing someone to join you in a BILATERAL act against their wishes.

TERRORISM: A necrophiliac sado-masochistic fetish involving one or more masked persons sliting the throats of one person during MULTILATERAL activities while filming it at the same time.

Damn...maybe i am too bored for my own good...

Oh yes, unconstructive nonsense aside, i met the guy from Resistance (some Democratic-Socialist Club in UWA) on my way back to Trinity. He's called Fred. Apparantly he and another gal whose name i din catch are 3rd year Arts students and they would be showing some really obscure but very interesting documentary on the revolution in venezuela that toppled Hugo Chavez. They were the very people that orgainised a dialogue session with some Palestinian ambassador called Ali Khazar that i went for last week. I think they're also organising some demonstration against fee hikes. Looking at these young activists, i question myself, what is it that i stand for? do i have an opinion? i really dunno. Ask me, or any young Singaporean on their views of perhaps the American Invasion of Iraq, chances are the reply would be at best 'I hope it doesn't bring about a recession in Singapore', and at worst 'Where's Iraq?'. There has to be more meaning in life, than to be preoccupied about affording a five room flat, sending instalments for your new toyota corolla, or how much New Singapore Shares would the new PM Lee give when he gives his inaugural NDP rally speech. Beyond the materialism, what is it that shapes our identity, or for that matter, our perception of self-worth? Or are we simply the cynnical realists who have capacity to perceive our life only in terms of material gain? Did the Singapore education shaped this collective psyche? Like the average ambivalent Singaporean, I have no fucking idea. This reminded me of something my dad told me that he heard about when he was in China that kinda pissed me off in the past. In China, the people like to use rhymes (what they call a Shun Kou Liu) as a form of political satire. Here's one that rougly goes like this

Xiang Gang Ren Wu Li (Hongkongers are impolite)
Tai Wan Ren Wu Chi (Taiwanese have no sense of shame)
Xin Jia Po Ren Wu Zhi (Singaporeans are ignorant)


NABEH CHAO CHEE BYE!!!!! So is it our fault that they sent some unworldly retired SAF officer to take charge of the suzhou industrial park?? Is it our fault that his ingenuity resulted in a national embarrassment which our devices of national propaganda AKA Singapore Press had to reluctantly protray as a success in forging Sino-Singaporean ties...BY FUCKING RELINQUISHING our stake in the SIP? Ok fine, so even if we are ignorant, so be it. It's our national identity remember? the apathetic units of labour reared with no purpose other than to increase economic output. Whatever. If that's so, so be it, after all, if that's our idenity, let it be. After all, the worst thing besides being labelled as a collection of ignorant people, is not to have any identity at all....


We the citizens of Singapore,
Pledge ourselves as one united people.
Regardless of race, language or religion.
To build a democratic society.
Based on justice and equality.
So as to achieve, happiness, prosperity
AND PROGRESS FOR OUR NATION!!!!!!!










Tuesday, August 10, 2004

photos galore

I finally managed to overcome my procrastination and transfered some of the pics i took during the past 2 weeks.

CHRISTMAS IN AUGUST DINNER

It's a strange tradition that down under, the aussies celebrate X'mas smack in the middle of what Santa would consider Summer in the comfort of his home in Scandinavia or whatever place in the northern hemisphere. Bah...it's just another excuse to get drunk.


That's our cafeteria in Trinity College. Do not be fooled by the decor, beyond the facade lies a severe dearth in cultured cuisine and courtesy (from the kitchen staff at least)




It's interesting how true cultural exchange only occurs when we're all tipsy and drunk. In reciprocation to the aussies's introduction to their weird version of an August X'mas, we introduced the Singapore YAM SENG. Check out the ang moh at the bottom right corner in the top photo. For some reason he was super enthusiastic and kept shouting over and over 'I know the MERLION! I KNOW THE MERLION!!!' Little did he know, that in SAF lexcicon, Merlion is not only a noun but also a verb, something he must have oriented with later that evening considering how much he drank. Well anyway, apart from Yam Seng, we succeeded in extending the depth of his knowledge on Singapore by teaching him to say 'BO TAH BO LAN PAH!'...which he then happily recited for the rest of the night. Now who says caucasians are the only rowdy lot.



The drunken masters and mistresses of Trinity. Me and Davin were trying to lick Keith's ear...dun ask me why. The be-spectacled guy at the right hand side is none other than our infamous Arab, Shaddi!(refer to earlier posts)


The prim and proper Azn gentlemen of Trinity College...before the alcohol came into effect that is!


A not-so prim and proper Keith demonstrating what he learnt during first aid lessons in the army on Voon. Just check out where his left hand is....

Despite like a good 5-6 glasses of wine, half a bottle of beer, and god knows how much goon (some really cheap wine that comes in a bag, somewhat like an oversized ribena pack), i still managed to complete my macroecons tute AND wake up on time for my 8 am lecture the next day. It's weird that i actually feel more focused when i am tipsy and the prose for the essay just flowed. Maybe that's why Li Bai the poet was able to write such great poems. We should all get wasted the night before our exams, and that should do the trick in unleashing the full-potential of our innate sub-conscious.

After weeks of big fish, big meat in Trinity, to our delight, Robin salvaged our gastromonic integrity by inviting us for a bah ku teh dinner at his place. I cannot overstate how great that meal was, it brought back the Singaporean in us. In the words of Ewan Mc Gregor in Trainspotting, 'take the best orgasm you ever had, and mutiply it by a thousand times and you are still nowhere near. ABSOLUTELY ORGASMIC!!!!!



Monday, August 09, 2004

Happy Birthday Singapore!!!


My humble way of expressing the love for my motherland that fed me for the past 21 years of my life. HOMAD SENGA-DAH!!!!!
the first national day spent abroad. it seems patriotism is fuelled by an understanding that what defines you from others. it is no surprise that for the first time in my life, i've never felt as patriotic as i was ever before. life goes on as usual today, not a holiday certainly, but it was pretty fun. i borrowed the Singapore flag from the cafeteria, donned it and went walked around uni. Played Count On Me Singapore during Political Science lecture on my burnt CD before the lecturer came in, and the patriotism culminated in a quite off-key rendition of the Majulah Singapura in the cafeteria during dinner with winston, my only other willing partner in singing. sigh...in line with the true nature of singaporeans, none of the others were willing to sing, the fear of loss-of face, the anal rentention inculcated in us through years of singapore education....most of us were the quinessential, model singaporean who dared not contravene (or even thread along it) conventions and 'supposed proprieties'. kia-seeism at its best, when some singaporean guy whom i didn't know, heard about my intention and went like 'Did you inform anyone? Did u tell the Duty Officer? Did You? Did YOU?'....i might as well stayed on in the army if i gave a god-damn shit about bureaucracy. To which i just replied, 'Ya lah, i told Sean, we Singaporeans all kia-see one, confirm got tell one, dun worry'....the truth was that Sean only knew that i borrowed the flag, he had no idea that we're going to sing. well anyway, it's not like the ISD's gonna arrest me or something, if anything, that would be 'theroretically model patriotism' which however contrave all other Singaporean values of face, propriety, and simply shutting up.
That's the whole point of being a Singaporean, the emphasis on collectivism. And when ideals contradict this 'casually defined collectivism', individualism prevails
- to shun away what would be deemed a blasphemy on the norms accepted by the majority. When you try to do something un-attempted, the Singaporean response would be 'to try something funny'. when u try something that seems unconventional we Singaporeans would go 'Mai Siao lah!'..'I dun wanna be part of this, you want u do it yourself'. When something unconventional is attempted and failed, the classic Singaporean response is 'See, i knew that would happen, luckily i'm not part of it', 'Know u dun dare liao', 'Confirm cannot one'.
The most important lessons one can learnt in a foreign land, is not so much learning the foreign ways through Singaporean eyes, as seeing ourselves in a sea of foreign perceptions. to recognise what's so fundamentally different between us, and to eventually appreciate the strengths and the weakness of our collective Singaporean psyche. Why do we choose to see the obstacles over the destination? If that was what our founding fathers believed in? there would be no Singapore, much less a national day to speak about today. Or is this collectivist psyche devised and perpetuated by the 'ruling core' to ensure the 'Singaporean periphery' adheres to the ruling leadership? Perhaps it might be a deterence factor too, u try something funny, you end bankrupt, exiled, unacknowledged by what was your former-community, like the Francis Seows, Tan Wah Piows and Tang Liang Hongs before. To our Singaporean Collectivist psyche, the Wee Cho Yaws, Khoo Swee Chiows and Sim Wong Hoos, serves not as an inspiration but as a poignant reminder of our mortality, and that unlike them who sees the destination, we retract into our basements of fear fearful of becoming the next JBJ, or the former NMP who went bankrupt.
The Singapore psyche was never forgiving to setbacks. The only atonement you can seek, is within yourself, to see the destination, and when you get there and join the ranks of the immortals with the audacity to stare in the eye of the others who only worshipped but never believed. In time to come, to the also-rans, you would not no longer be part of them even if you once were. Not even as the maverick who dared to venture beyond the river bend, but just someone who was already among the ranks of the gods from time immemorial. We never remember that the deities among the clouds, were once mortals like you and me. We avert our eyes from what we pity, and because we pity our destiny as not those who dared to try, we would never recognise those who did, even when they were one of us once upon a time. Success is a chimera in mortal eyes.
Kia-su, Kia-see, insular, pessimistic, dogmatic, unforgiving to failure, disbelief in achievement even if it happens, whatever. that's Singaporean, AND I'M PROUD TO BE SINGAPOREAN!!! If that's what defines us from others, so be it. After all, to us, what attained by the others, would be something that we can never attain or so we believed. Unless of course, when we're singing the lyrics from We Are Singapore.
I LOVE SINGAPORE!!!!!!!! HAPPY 39th BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!


'There was a time, when people said that Singapore won't make it, but we did....' ....We Are Singapore