Thursday, April 30, 2009

One scary Christian baby



Those scary fundamentalist preachers start them young. This baby's already got the hateful tone and frenetic jerky body movements of a crazed fanatic. Pay attention to the encouragement from the congregation in the background. If this doesn't send chills up and down your spine, I don't know what will.

Of course it makes me think of the other scary bunch in our midst who will be out in full force this weekend.

Monday, April 27, 2009

The battle @ AWARE

I followed the twists and turns of the recent AWARE exco changeover with a wide range of emotions. Surprise turned to revulsion to optimism to alarm and dismay.

Many ugly accusations have been thrown up - religious zeal, sneaky takeover, hidden agenda, pro-homosexual or anti-gay leanings. All carry some element of truth. All are distorted and exaggerated claims.

The battle lines are drawn. The present exco is facing an EOGM this weekend that has been called to vote them out of office. Both sides are shoring up resources through mass recruitment. Emotions run high as each camp try to explain what is at stake according to their personal belief value systems.

I do not expect the current exco to be unseated. And, believe it or not, AWARE will continue to do its work no matter who runs the organisation.

It is a false argument that AWARE will cease to be a secular organisation if it is overrun by members headed by an exco that are of a particular religious bent.

AWARE is and will always be secular because it is governed by the consititution and laws that created it. What will change is the flavour of the organisation.

I am not moved to join the campaign to wrest authority away from the current exco because I see the mass recruitment exercise as a hysterical irrational call to restore bruised egos.

Regardless of the outcome of the EOGM, no woman will be deprived of whatever support or service she may be getting from AWARE now because there are alternative support and help groups that do similar work.

Now, let the battle begin.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

That wedding invitation again

The idea of a wedding that consists of just the solemnisation continued to bug me today.

I read and re-read our last sms exchange.


Me: What happens after soleminsation?
She: Dinner, n whatever these younsters r doing?

It just simply cannot be! It is plain not possible to plan what they call a school-themed wedding party at the premier wedding venue, have just the solemnisation and then turn everybody loose to fend for themselves!

So I sms'ed the mother of the groom again. I am blunt and direct this time.

Me: Where is dinner?

She: 10 course sit down Chinese dinner is at Chimes (sic) itself. Renting catheral (sic) hall for the dinner.

*sigh* I despair at my mis-reading of the invitation.

I looked again at the information provided:
Date: day-month-2009
Time: at sunset, 6:30pm
What: A School-themed Wedding
Where: Chijmes Chapel
Join the party!

Elsewhere, the same information read "... invite you, ...to a school-themed party at Chijmes chapel on the (day) of (month) at six-thirty in the evening, two-thousand and nine.

I give up. What is wrong with me that I cannot understand this invitation written in their English?

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

RSVP: decline, with regret

I smiled when I received the invitation to the school-themed wedding party.

The concept was clever and novel. It was in the form of an old fashioned exercise book complete with brown cover, school emblem and three lines to fill in name (guest), subject (wedding invitation) and teachers (the parents of bride or groom).

The single lined pages inside contained the usual pertinent information: groom and bride, son and daughter of so-and-so, followed by date, time, place.

I read the lines over and over. Then the smile froze on my face. There were two things in the invitation that I had to seek clarification from the mother of the groom.

First, the school theme: I absolutely refuse to play school whether as teacher or student. The mother said not to worry about that. Just come in whatever.

Second, there was no mention of what happens after the solemnisation.When I pointedly asked, she said and I quote: "Dinner and whatever the youngsters want to do." I cannot believe my ears. There was no plan of anything following the solemnisation.

I accept, even embrace, breaking from tradition and just having fun with the wedding and party that follows. That is great for the newly weds and their friends. It may even be fine for family and close friends of the parents. Frankly, I don't see the "youngsters" being thrilled to have the "old people" in their dinner and whatever.

I find it totally meaningless for guests (like me) who are neither family nor close friends to attend the solemnisation and then freely follow the wedding crowd to wherever and do whatever.

Sorry hor, I am not the free and easy type for anybody to just-any-old-how invite to a wedding leh.

That is one wedding invitation I will reply, without regret, "decline, with regret".

Monday, April 20, 2009

Feria de Abril in Singapore

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FlamencoAsia brought to Singapore the world of the Sevillianos - a world of music, food, drinks, and of course, flamenco, the dance that embodies the very soul of the Spanish character.

For two nights, we were treated to a breathtaking display of tanguillos, rumbas, sevillanas, alogrias, fandangos, guajiras, tangos, bulerias itentos asturias, siguiriyas.

For two nights, under a colourful casetas, we lived the gaeity and cultural richness that is the Feria de Abril.

I will be back next year, better prepared with some training in the dance of the Sevillianos.

Meantime, there is Camino Flamenco to look forward to on Saturday.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

A day at the hawker centre

We frequent a particular hawker centre for lunch. The place is never crowded and it has enough variety of food stalls to keep us coming back.

Today, as has always been our habit, we sat at one end of a bench table that is in the outer aisle of the food centre. Today, as is usually the case, we watch strange people doing strange and oftentimes disgusting things.

Today I watched with revulsion the man at the next bench table spit prawn tails and what-not on the table as he plowed through his plate piled high with food. He then got up and left the table littered with food leftovers. A small flock of sparrows immediately descended upon the exposed detritus of his lunch.

A woman soon came along and plonked herself and her huge plate of food at the far end of the bench. She briefly looked in the direction of the sparrows having their merry feast. Then turned her full attention back to her own feast.

The cleaners appeared within two minutes to clear the mess. The birds took a brief flight and perched themselves on the rails patiently awaiting for their turn again as soon as the woman leaves her pile of debris.

It has been 10 days since the disastrous food poisoning episode at Geylang Serai which resulted in 2 deaths and over a 100 people taken ill. The breach in hygiene was traced to cross contamination of foods stored in a refrigerator shared by several stall holders.

There was plenty of finger pointing as to who did not do an adequate job of protecting the public health. There were so many reasons leading up to this unfortunate incident of food poisoning - improper food handling, careless food storage, rats and bird droppings, sloppy health inspection. The list is long.

And nobody thought to blame the customers. The ones with such filthy personal habits that all efforts to keep the public eating place clean and safe are futile.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Facebook vs blogging

It is everything it claims to be: a social utility that connects people with friends and others who work, study and live around them. People use Facebook to keep up with friends ...

Everybody but everybody is on Facebook. I will see pictures of parties, holidays, new baby, grandma's birthday etc etc. I will be so up-to-the-minute updated if I got on Facebook.

I finally caved in and signed up 2 weeks ago. I have taken the time to look around its features, built up a small list of friends, left one-line comments on some of their updates, took the mindless quizzes and published the meaningless results. I have not written anything of substance.

My original suspicion that Facebook does not work for me is now assuredly confirmed.

For a start, I do not want to be found by long lost friends who are long lost for good reason. So I registered for an account under my screen name. The small list of friends are real life friends. I am happy to read their brief and frequent updates.

I do not like the way Facebook tries to grab any name it can for me to add. Friend of a friend is my friend too. I particularly detest strangers from Kenya and other scam-riddled countries asking to be my friend.

Updates in Facebook tend to be activity driven. Look at me: doing this, going there, with these people, omg can you believe this! It's the Harley-Davidson of networking - full of noise and no substance.

I love my friends and respect their choice of Facebook as their platform to express themselves. I will drop in often to see what they've been up to, what their latest happening is. My contribution will be short comments and silly quiz results.

I do not have the desire to broadcast my activities, thoughts or feelings on a high frequency basis. Blogging will remain my preferred platform of expression.

I enjoy the more measured pace and considered content that blogging allows me.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Here comes the bride

Dinner conversation was going nowhere.

Until..
.

The conversation turned to the wedding of the woman whom I detest intensely. Delicious and malicious gossip was aplenty.


She has put on a tremendous amount of weight, something like an additional 10 to 15 kgs to the original 100 kgs. She could not walk in high heels, so she resorted to waddling down the aisle on flats. She had ordered two wedding gowns online, and the one she managed to squeeze into was splitting at the seams in protest. Her makeup was her usual kabuki white mask, black circled eyes and too-red lips, but applied with industrial strength intensity for her special day.


The groom, previously described as a quiet man, was now an unhappy quiet man at the wedding. And he was so tiny next to her. In my mind's eye, I saw a desperate-looking doomed drone trapped beside an out-sized queen termite in bridal white.


I am fully aware that it is not the done thing to take gleeful delight in hearing mean things being said of anyone. But about her, I can always make an exception and feel no guilt allowing the baser side of me to surface.

And in taking irresponsible and irrational pleasure in blogging about this puerile rumour to keep it for posterity, I sink to a new low.

Heh.

Thursday, April 09, 2009

April and all things Flamenco

April is the month of semana santa (holy week) and Flamenco activities in Singapore.

The arrival of Los Tarantos, under the guidance of maestro Antonio Vargas - mentor, teacher and choreographer - promises to bring the world of Flamenco to a whole new level. It provides the space for all flamenco dancers to experience the beauty and power of this art form, and actively promotes the lifestyle and culture of this elusive and beautiful dance.

The two Flamenco events taking place in April are:

Feria de Abril (April Fair) at CHIJMES on 18 and 19 April will be evenings of festive music, dance, food and all things Sevillian.

Camino Flamenco
(Road to Flamenco) traces the journey of gypsies from Rajasthan to Turkey and Egypt, through North Africa to Morocco and finally into South of Spain - Andalusia - where the influences of Indian and Arabic elements come together in the dance that is Flamenco.

I am particularly intrigued with the gypsy element of Flamenco. I look forward to an intimate encounter with Flamenco which I see now as more than just another dance form.

It is culture, history, art. It is a lifestyle.

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Korean Clock Lady

This clip of a prank call by shock jock Howard Stern to a Korean lady about clock repair was forwarded to me by Nonya M.

It is in bad taste, it is signature Howard Stern, and it is funny.

.

Monday, April 06, 2009

Journey of Cleopatra

It all happens on 30 April 2009.

After a very successful concert last year, Susanna Lawren of Goddess Motion is bringing back Melina of Daughters of Rhea for another exciting evening of bellydance in Journey of Cleopatra with special appearance by the legendary Rhea of Greece.

Highlights of last year's show:



I have organised my tickets for the concert. I am now sorting out the workshops.

Tickets for Journey of Cleopatra available at Sistic.

Saturday, April 04, 2009

What's your number?

The Life Path Number
The Life Path is the sum of the birth date. This number represents who you are at birth and the native traits that you will carry with you through life. The most important number that will be discussed here is your Life Path number. The Life Path describes the nature of this journey through life.
My birth date numbers add up to 1971, which makes my life path number 9. I especially like "the number is less inclined to the competitive business environment and may find this a struggle." I don't feel guilty about my checkered work history anymore.

You-know-who is a number 6. No wonder "modesty and humility may not flow easily" with him. *haha*

I am not into astrology, numerology or any other methods of divination that read my character or future. But I will concede that the reading at this site is cleverly worded enough as to come across as uncannily accurate.

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

March

was the month
- I finally signed up for a facebook account. It was a matter of being cowed by the overwhelming success of that networking site. Too many friends kept asking if I was on facebook, implying that it'd be so much easier to keep me in the loop if I were. I'm onboard now, albeit reluctantly. I can't wait to see how much more enriched my life will soon be.

- Mother has been ominously quiet the entire month. She must be slow-cooking something really bad.

- I debated long and hard about writing unflattering entries on two distasteful women whose irksome ways keep getting mentioned to me at the most unexpected times. One is overbearing and loud. The other keeps popping up as a new reincarnation after the last ones went up in flames. Both are shameless self-promoters. One more mention, and my resistance will crumble.

- I decided that there will be no travel for the time being. My plans keep falling through, so I will take it as a sign that I should stay put for a while.