For Nadalala

 

Alright, seriously! No more blogging until next week!

Preparing for Korea/Gone to Korea…

 

♥ SO I WILL NOT BE BLOGGING FOR THE NEXT WEEK OR SO!!! ♥

♥ MORE POSTS WHEN I GET BACK!!! ♥

~~(*^-^*)~~

byebye!

Korea 2010: Pre-Trip Briefing!

 

(I’m the oldest in the group!!! I know you can’t tell!!! Ha ha ha ha ha.)

Just came back from the briefing for our Seoul trip. The organisers booked the entire cafe (Moment Cafe at HSH Kowloon Centre in Jordan), and we all stuffed our faces with lots of very delicious, but very filling food. Almost everything was baked in cheese… Even the vegetables!!! =,=’’’

Anyway, it’s practically Tuesday morning right now, and we’ll be gathering at the airport at 9pm on Wednesday night. i.e. TOMORROW NIGHT!!!

I’M NOT READY!!! HOW TO PACK??? SO MANY THINGS TO DO BEFORE I LEAVE… PANIC PANIC PANIC… DIM SUEN!!! AAARRRGH…

I’M SO EXCITED FOR THIS TRIP HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Majorly schizo haha.

Ju-Len’s Response

 

In response to my posts here and here, Ju-Len only could respond with this:

------________------’’’

Suen la. Cannot argue or try to reason with this type of guy.

Ji Pak

 

The sole purpose of this post is to increase blog hits. Thank you.

(I couldn’t be bothered to wear the entire Kigurumi because it’s VERY HOT right now… If you want one too, look up “Sazac” on Google. Mine was from taobao for around HK$390 including express shipping.)

This is how LRW homework makes me feel (Part 4):

 

This is how LRW homework makes me feel (Part 3):

 

 

Mediation = Promotes Harmony? HAHAHAHAHA. NO.

(LRW = Legal Research and Writing).

AAAAAARRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH DIE DIE DIE.

This is how LRW homework makes me feel (Part 2):

View from my Bedroom

 

One of the very rare days where Hong Kong isn’t completely covered in smog… I can actually see the peaks on the Kowloon side!!! What a contrast to yesterday, when I couldn’t see a single bloody thing. So pretty, so so pretty! I feel so 辛福 every time the weather is good. It’s days like these that make me want to stay in HK forever. Ho langggg!!!!!

Response to Ju-Len

 

**WARNING: THERE ARE NO STICK-PEOPLE IN THIS POST. IF YOU’RE HERE TO LOOK AT STICK PEOPLE, SCROLL DOWN!!!**

This is a follow up to an earlier post where I criticised STOMP Star Blogger Ju-Len for being sexist.

Ju-Len responded by posing the following question:

How to explain something that is so obvious that it feels like a punch in the eye?

Here’s the response I typed up on the STOMP blog:

I have homework to write, but I didn’t want you to think that local women make blind, unfounded assertions and attacks, and then later fail to back them up. So I’ll quickly type this up:

In general terms, sexism = thinking that women are inferior to men.

I can think of two defences you might come up with against a charge of sexism:

1. You don’t think women are inferior to men, you even called them “the world's better half”! You merely think that local women are inferior to foreign women.

2. Assuming that your view was that local women are inferior to local men, would that make you sexist? I think so. But you could argue that you think that BOTH local women and men are inferior to our foreign counterparts. Nothing to do with gender, you think that all Singaporeans are equally bad.

Here’s what I have to say:

1. Hedging yourself by mentioning the line that women comprise of “the world's better half” in passing, does not immediately give you a free pass to say whatever you want in what follows. It’s like people starting a conversation with “I am not a sexist, BUT...” or “I am not a racist, BUT...”. Your “stated stance” and “what you’re actually saying” can be, and in this case are, completely different things.

2. Even though I recognise the topic had to do with “Singapore women” and not “Singaporeans”, you were *completely silent* on whether you think local men were equally as guilty of all the faults you listed. You had so many opportunities, even in the comments, to explicitly make such a stance known and yet you chose not to do so. Instead, you went for ambiguous “let me cover my backside”-type comments like: “Anyway my assertion isn't that local women are less 'worldly wise' than local men. It's that they're not 'worldly wise'. Period.” Given that you had so much to say about women, your complete silence about local men spoke volumes.

Those general matters out of the way, in the following are concrete instances in which I can specifically point to sexism/ the objectification of women.

1. Quote: “It’s probably a universal attribute of our species that men will always be judged by the cars they drive”. Meaning: All women, local or foreign, are materialistic, and the poor men will be the victims of their judgment. Oh, never mind things like glass ceilings and economic oppression of women by the patriarchy... Oh poor men, with their calculating and grubby girlfriends!

2. Quote: “Foreign women have exotic accents”. Meaning: Foreign women are some sort of strange creature that we can enjoy for EXOTIC appeal. Please see: Postcolonial theory regarding the oppressive nature of exoticism.

3. Quote: “Even if they absolutely have to bray like that, I would at least like my women to look like women.” Meaning: Alright, I’ve made so many criticisms about women, but in the end, the worth of a woman boils down to whether or not she has large breasts. If a woman is un-cultured and materialistic, she can still be “saved” if she doesn’t look like Changi Airport!

SEXIST!!!!!!!

It was an attempt. It’s not perfect.

Next on my to-do list: Learn how to coherently explain to a man that he is being sexist.

Once again, I apologise for the lack of stick-people on this post.

♥ My Friends ♥

 

[Class Photo from Kliff]

I wanted to write a long, sappy post about how much I love these people and how much we’ve suffered together trying to survive the harsh-to-death Glaw curriculum over the last three years, but:

(1) I think that might disappoint some of my blog readers (“STOP WRITING SO MANY WORDS AND JUST GIVE US MORE STICK PEOPLE, WOMAN!!!!!”)

(2) I still haven’t started on that LRW essay.

How is it that the exam period is over, and I have already finished the final exam of my undergraduate life, but still have an essay due??!!!

This is why I have no intention to continue with the LLB... LAW FAC IS CRUEL!!!!!

(And the law is really, really, really boring.)

=,=’’’

This is how LRW homework makes me feel:

 

My competence as a blogger has been validated!!! (Sort-of).

 

A couple of days ago, I wrote this entry for a Nuffnang movie ticket context.

I WON TICKETS!!!!!

What an incredibly lucrative profession. My 4th day as a blogger and I’m already getting freebies??? This is incredible, ‘cos I LIKE FREE STUFF!!!!!

(Except of course… I/my friends won’t actually be getting hold of any tickets because I’m in HONG KONG and the tickets are NOT TRANSFERRABLE.)

=,=’’’

No Camera? Problem Solved.

 

You’re right.

It’s not like she uses it anyway.

Thank you for your advice, O wise Sock-Puppet!!!

End of a Chapter

If you are a young female, and you want to be a famous blogger, you should upload many, many, many photos of yourself looking like a doll. Ideally, you’d have big eyes, big hair, big boobs and no nose.

Obviously then, I can’t be a famous blogger for two reasons.

Firstly:

Secondly: I don’t own a camera.

Actually, this post has nothing to do with being a famous blogger at all. The purpose of this entire post is to emphasise the fact that I’ve no camera, to justify why I’ve stolen the following picture from EWan’s Xanga:

And the following pictures from QHo’s facebook:

Have you ever seen a class of Year 3 students going to their final undergraduate exam in their secondary school uniforms?

Ha ha ha.

(Obviously not my secondary school uniform…)

You can TOTALLY tell that we are some of Hong Kong’s best and most competitive students right?HAHAHA.

We are Ho Yeah.

I can’t believe it’s over!!!!!

So you wanna be a WASP?

I’ve been a Xiaxue fan for the last 5 years.

Predictably, therefore, the theme of today’s post will be… Complaining about Dawn Yang.

Haha.

I came across this post on Dawn’s blog today. It’s basically an advertorial for a Hong Kong-based clothing website, and in it Dawn promotes a selection of clothing that she had picked from the site. For example:

She has pretty good taste in clothes, I’ll admit as much.

But what I simply could not understand, was why she chose to write an entire post glorifying WASPs, in order to sell clothes to Asians.

The WASP worship is pretty evident. Here’s a screenshot:

Dawn writes that she was “unduly inspired” by the WASP lifestyle in her selections, and explains it in the following terms:

And then she posted a couple of pictures like these ones:

It’s pretty obvious that her main message is: WASPS are awesome… “There’s no one hotter!” So buy these clothes, because they will make you feel WASPish!

Let me spell that out for you: Buy these clothes, because they will make you feel like you belong to an elite social class (that Dawn herself describes as “out-of-reach to majority of normal folks”) of a specific ethnic and cultural background that YOU DON’T BELONG TO!

Observation 1: The girls modelling the clothes for sale are Asian

Observation 2: The site she’s promoting is Asian

Observation 3: Dawn Yang is Asian

Observation 4: Most of Dawn Yang’s readers are Asian

… … …

Erm…

Is it just me? Does anyone else feel completely uncomfortable about this? Is anyone else really, really, really annoyed that Dawn seems to suggest that the “standard of beauty” that we should aspire towards is a WASP one?

I’m not saying that they’re not beautiful. My point is, no amount of shopping is going to make a Asian woman into a “WASP”! WASPs, by definition, refer to White Anglo-Saxon Protestants. Which is a category that’s mutually exclusive from being Asian!!!

I’m probably overreacting, but this really bugs me and it just seems to me that if we mindlessly accept that being “white” (even without the ASP) is the norm that we should aspire towards, then we can all say hello to a lifetime of feeling inadequate and of being the wrong skin colour.

I understand that fashion advertising can be rather tricky. And I’m not sure if alternate messaging along the lines of “Buy these clothes ‘cause they’re lady-like!” or “Buy these clothes ‘cause your boyfriend would love them!” would be any better, as those would obviously help to perpetuate cultural constructs of femininity. I do realise that was hard for Dawn Yang to completely avoid all the traps that the entire industry seems completely oblivious to (or actually endorses).

Still, though. Didn’t stop me from feeling completely WTF when I was reading that ad.

………………………………………………………..

ps. I feel like I’ve heard somewhere that WASPs don’t even like being called WASPs. I should probably have looked up the politically correct-ness of the term before writing this post but aaaahhh… too late. Ha ha.

pps. I have no idea why Dawn chose to categorise Jackie O as a WASP. I don’t know about Grace Kelly and C. Z. Guest, but I’m pretty sure that the Kennedys were Roman Catholic.

=,=’’’

Anyway, this post turned out to be more serious and grumpy than I initially expected. So here’s a random Paint drawing to distract you and put you in a better mood:

Edit: Yes, yes, I do realise the irony of this post. I started off by saying I’m a fan of the blondest Chinese woman around, and then I went on a total rampage about Asian people aspiring to look like WASPs. But… er… I forgive her, because I’m totally biased. I mean, I’ve been following XX since I was 16! It’s like boys and their soccer teams… Once you choose a favourite team, you don’t switch!!! HAHAHA.

My mouse is being a proper little bitch. :(

 

This is my mouse on regular days:

  This is how it’s behaving today:

The stupid thing keeps  SPASMING when I’m trying to draw on  paint, and I keep having to undo and redo the section ROARRRRRR!!!! I think it took me three times as long for me to  doodle today, just because I kept on having to hit Ctrl+Z.

Boo!!!!!

DONE!!!!!

 

The Worst Type of Woman

 

Those of you who live in  Hong Kong are probably familiar with the term “Gong Nui”. According to this stereotype, HK women are spoilt, shallow, materialistic, and suffer from a “princess syndrome”.

Pretty similar to criticisms of Singaporean women, right? I mean check out Ju-Len’s highly sexist and chauvinistic post in response to the topic “Why Singapore women are so desirable” on STOMP’s Star Blog.

He says:

Through his amazingly broad generalisations, stereotypes and logical fallacies, Ju-Len manages to rehash some of the common complaints about most modern city girls: spoilt, shallow, materialistic, and sufferers of the “princess syndrome”.

In short:  Just like Gong Nuis! (And girls who live in New York! And Shanghai! And wherever else!)

Plus, he complains about the Singaporean accent (which I’m sure that the men DON’T have…), and whines that we are flatchested.

Now I get that some men like Ju-Len can never quite get over their Freudian attachments to mammary glands, and have a lot of repressed angst when it comes to women. I totally understand that he’s such an ass that he hasn’t been able to  get any… erm… Donkey ass.

And he’s upset about it.

I get that.

My question is: Why were the FEMALE bloggers just as unforgiving towards Singaporean women???!!

5/6 of STOMP’s Star Bloggers are female:

3/5 of them weren’t entirely complimentary with their comments:       

Now, I’m a Singaporean woman girl who lives in Hong Kong. If all the above generalisations are true, then I’m likely to be a hybrid between a Singaporean donkey-princess and a Gong Nui.

Not a good combination.

At this point I could probably do one of two things: (1) DENY DENY DENY, or (2) bite the bullet and ‘fess up to being a materialistic, shallow, princess-wannabe.

But I thought about it, and must confess that I’m actually even MORE DEMANDING than the typical spoilt princess-wannabe.

I mean, like everyone else, I have certain basic expectations with regard to the type of boys I’d date.

For instance, he must shower at least once a day, shampoo at least once every two days and brush his teeth at least twice a day. He is also not allowed to call me fat, must love me forever and ever and ever, and he cannot be so broke that he has to borrow money from me or expect me to pay for his share during dates/meals.

(Plus, I totally notice when guys are “cheap” and keep the change. =,=’’’)

But my expectations are even higher!!!

Here’s a list of 10 additional criteria that guys who even want to consider dating me must possess. And mind you, I’m 22, so I’m actually talking about guys around my age. He:

1. Must know all 151 of the original Pokémon. Their names, how they look like, their “type”, and their strengths/weaknesses when it comes to BATTLING GYM LEADERS.

2.Must also know the prolific Pokémon from the newer series. And things like… Bidoof  is like the newer, lamer version of Rattata.

Here’s a picture of Bidoof from Google Images. Lame right?

3. Must not mind when I will run around in public in my Pikachu Kigurumi. And t-shirts from the kids’ department that say: “REALLY SCARY MONSTER. I LOVE TO DESTROY”.

4. Must enjoy Harry Potter, and Niel Cicierga’s Potter Puppet Pals. In particular, he must adore the clip The Mysterious Ticking Noise. I.e., when I say “Snape, Snape, Severus Snape”, he must know when to chime in with “DUMBLEDORE!!!!!”

5. Likes the Annoying Orange, and will tolerate me when I go on for hours repeating the phrase: Hey, Hey Apple! Can you do this? Nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh.

6. Must think that my Paint drawings are AWESOME PIECES OF ART

9. Must not judge me for being bad at math.

7. And most importantly, is also able to TALK NERDY TO ME about current affairs, philosophy and political theory.

SUCH A GUY OBVIOUSLY DOES NOT EXIST LA!!!!!

This is why my future is crystal clear…

*sigh*

Nuffnang: Disney’s Prince of Persia Premiere Tickets Giveaway

 

So… Nuffnang has a contest going on, where you get a shot at winning tickets for the movie premiere of Prince of Persia if you write a post on the topic: “If you have a dagger that turns back time, what event/danger would you change?”.

Now I’m a sucker for free things. Even if said free things are only going on in Singapore and I’m in physically in Hong Kong right now.

Proof that Kiasuism transcends territorial boundaries.

Anyway, my initial instinct was to talk about these two assholes historical figures and how it would be awesome to assassinate them before they managed to wreak havoc upon the entire world.

These dudes are soooo bad, that I’d even daresay that the threshold deontologist in me is willing to sacrifice a couple of innocent lives to get to them.

I mean, let’s say that there was this random fat guy who was sitting on a rickety little bridge DIRECTLY ABOVE Hitler and Stalin.

And you just so happen to have in your hand, a little box with a red button.

If you press the red button, a latch would open, and the fat guy would fall on both Hitler and Stalin, killing them both. Unfortunately of course, the fat guy die too.

I mean, you’d totally do it, right? SUCH A GOOD DEAL!!!!! Sacrifice one random fat guy, prevent the Holocaust and all the poor Russians from getting purged! Millions of lives saved! Yaaaaaay.

But then I thought about it a little more, and remembered an Ashton Kutcher movie called “The Butterfly Effect”. (Basic idea: Can the flap of a butterfly’s wings in Brazil set off a tornado in Texas?)

Which, I guess, just means that changing one small detail can have large, widespread consequences that you totally would not be able to predict.

And, therefore, sacrificing that random fat guy might end up with A NUCLEAR EXPLOSION AND THE END OF THE WORLD.

In conclusion… I’m gonna totally cop out and say I’m too wimpy to change anything.

Ha ha ha.

Anyway, here’s the trailer and catch phrase I’m obligated to share:

Catch Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time Movie starting from 27^th May 2010 and join the official Facebook and Twitter page!

FREE MOVIE TICKETS, COME TO MUMMY!

Why you should not read this blog

 

I bet you’re procrastinating. Actually, I know you’re procrastinating. Why else would you be reading this blog?

See, if you really had absolutely nothing to do, you’d probably be somewhere out there in the “real world” instead of sitting  around with your nose pressed to your computer screen. You’d be clubbing in Lan Kwai Fong, frolicking in the sunshine, snogging good looking people, volunteering at the local charity, whatever.

But noooooooooooooo, here you are reading this blog that no one else reads.

Chances are, you’ve voluntarily  chained yourself to your desk at your  dorm/ workplace/ the library, hoping that if you sit in front of the computer long enough, you’d finally get round to doing that Very Very Very Important thing that you should be doing.

(Don’t even try to deny it. I’m in the middle of the exam season here at HKU, and here I am blogging, so I know EXACTLY what I am talking about.)

Anyway, so that Very Very Very Important thing that you should be doing is probably looming over you like a big yellow monster with crazy hair and lots of sharp teeth. But you’re kinda disregarding it for the moment, because  it’s holding a little blue fish and is kinda cute, and you think that you’ll totally be able to handle it later.

At the last minute. =,=’’’

 

But time always passes a lot faster when you’re doing pointless, useless &*%$ like reading blogs like this one. And before you know it, that Very Very Very Important thing that you should be doing has snuck up on you!

And it grabs hold of you! And stuffs you in its mouth! And chomps away! Rawr Rawr RAWRRRR!!!

So you die.

And there is blood everywhere.

Splat. Splat.

But no, that’s not the end of the story for you. You don’t just die. Cause the Very Very Very Important thing that you should be doing has a digestive system!!!

And your life literally turns to shit. And all your friends run away cause you smell kinda bad.

All because you were reading blogs.

The End.