The Office

I hate it.

Office politics. My number one pet peeve in the office is people who think they are greater than others, but aren't. And the only thing they're greater than, is in fact little turds floating in toilet bowls, whose sole purpose in life is to decompose in sewage.

There are those who constantly have to lord it over someone, be it a human being, an animal, a scarecrow, or anything that moves... when all it reflects is their own incompetency and insecurities.

Then there are those with too wide a mouth you could fit 100 bananas length to length inside it. They are often those too hasty to judge, too quick to bad-mouth, too eager to be funny, when all they achieve in the end is the extreme contempt - and unforgiveness - of their peers.

There are so many morons surrounding me, I wish I had a magic gun so I could shoot them one by one - not so they're dead, just so I can shoot the stupidity, or bitchiness out of them that their existence might be elevated from that of a mere turd.

How I pity them.

Hello Kitty, bye bye

Some years ago, I saw the ugly side of Sg at its best - or worst, more accurately. This happened at the time none other than the infamous MacDonald's Hello-Kitty incident, when ugly citizens trooped out to invade all of Macs outlets to queue, jostle, fight and pay actual money for the Kitties - which they felt proud to have in their collection.

I think I was still a growing young girl in school then - and even then, at a tender age, when hormones are raging, and we did the stupid, embarrassing things we do as teenagers, I remember being absolutely appalled at some of my friends who joined the country's craze to obtain the silly looking kittens, even if it meant making their mums queue outside with scary-looking Ronald MacDonald, and even more mortified of those who felt proud of being a kitty owner, obtained by those means. I have nothing against those who likes Hello Kitty, I'm even a cat lover. But I do, however, have something against people who have no better sense but to queue up and fight over this, cute as it is, inanimate object.

[The year 2000, Singapore: Two 22-year-old men were jailed for five months and three months respectively for violent and unruly behaviour towards three policemen. They did not manage to buy Hello Kitty collectibles at a McDonald's outlet. One kicked a police sergeant while his friend swung a plastic chair at another cop.]

So when I read my beloved newspaper today, imagine the look of horror to see that Hello Kitty has again graced our nation with its presence. Some toy company paid half a million (yes, half a bloody fucking million) to bring an exhibition and get this - a musical - here to Sg for the amusement and entertainment of every kitty lover!

The sado in me continued reading through the two page spread, even though exponentially mounting disdain within my inner and outer consciousness implored me to leave it, for fear of jeopardizing my own health.

Then this did it for me:

"Hello Kitty is like the iPod. It's simple. It's white. It accommodates every culture, every emotion. Whatever you're feeling, it reflects it right back at you....

There's a capitalist enterprise driving it, constantly reminding the market of the relevance of the product....

Besides, the herd mentality some consumers have: "If everybody is doing it and it's not too exensive, why not?"


Hello Kitty and the iPod? Perhaps the toilet seat would have been more apt. It's simple, it's white, accomodates every culture, every emotion and whatever you're feeling, it helps you to shit better.

I'm staring hard at my ipod mini right in front of me, and metaphorically, rhetorically, literally and even ambiguously, I still can't see the Hello Kitty in my iPod.

I'm so glad I'm not a cow in the herd.

Increase awareness

Work has been tough - which explains the lack of posts - sorry guys who have been in touch. I will reply soon enough!

Been working till 9-10pm every night, usually 8 if things go smoothly. Have to say I'm getting into the whole working groove but it's difficult sometimes when you don't get to see enough of people you want to see.

Anyway, since it's been so long, here're some announcements!

1. I've bought my very OWN first brand new car!!!!! *does a little dance* Not my mum's, not my family's, but my very own!! I know I already did have my own car in England - my really lovely white Honda civic - but that was a second/third/
fourth/goodness-knows-what-hand car... and now I've finally got my very first brand new one. And every single cent is paid with my very own money as well! I'm an ecstatic and proud owner... can't wait to collect it! hee..

I tell you what's shocking though, is that I spent about £2,000 on my first car and now the amount of money I'm committing to getting this one is stupidly high in comparison! J still can't reconcile the amount of money you have to spend to get a car here - but for the convenience I'd pay it. It's been a bitch getting around recently, especially because I travel around lots, and the amount of money I'm paying for taxis is really stupid. Anyway, I deliberated a really long time - I wanted to get a Honda but it was pricey and the model I was eyeing had a small engine. In the end, after surveying a few, I finally got a Sports Mazda 3, which comes with a full sports/body kit... and you can view it in fulll glory here and I managed to get a good price (I think) and upon making good friends with my salesman, he threw in Huper Optik [nanotechnology] solar film for my windows, which give it a super-cool two tone tint..which goes really nicely with the colour - I chose metallic white (similar to my old Honda) - and customised 3M mats. I saw a Mazda 3 Sports with the same metallic white finish the other day, with the tinted windows.. and it looked so amazingly gorgeous, especially at night, like a racer car.. and I haven't even started on the dynamics of driving it!

I took it on a test drive and it was such good fun because it's got tiptronic (electronic) gears and I can drive it like a manual (I orginally wanted to get a manual car because I love driving/gear-shifting..) and get it to obey whatever I want it to do - which you can't do on most automatic transmission cars. It didn't feel too heavy, accelerated really smoothly and the gears transmission was seamless, and the car stuck to ground on sharp corners too. J came to test drive it with me and he fell in love with it too - it's just such a cool kit that now I'm actually plagued with a lot of middle-class guilt. But hey - indulge me this once! It's not often I pay tens of thousands on a single purchase!

(below: car pics I borrowed from internet. Hopefully, I'll be able to post my own very soon!)




2. I've started getting 'fan mail' from my fellow citizens and it has actually become strangely satisfying. As some would know, I was initially upset about this particular beat I was reporting on - but now that I'm getting used to it, it's actually a pretty sexy beat to work on which influences the life of every single person in society, regardless which class you belong to. I'm learning so much on the beat.. and every person I've spoken to has his/her own story. I recall the desiderata my godmother bought for me once.. and it said listen to the dull and ignorant for they too have their story. If there's anything that will keep me from getting on a high horse or being complacent about my fortunate position in society.. it's exactly this - keeping with the ground level, talking with people that you never would in a normal social circumstance. It's been a learning lesson.. and I even get story ideas suggested to me! Some useful, some not, and some downright hilarious. Like some guy emailed me to go check out the ugly 3-tone colours of the HDB flats here and he suspects that the paint used are ugly colours because no one wants them and it's cheap, but he thinks it's not great for Singapore aesthetics, especially if we're emphasising on good design to make our country look like a first-class global city. The idea's not bad, but part of why it's hilarious was the way he wrote - it was funny and written colloquially - exactly the way you would imagine him saying it. I would share it with you but for the sake of anonymity.

3. I hate the phrase "increase awareness" - it's such an over-used phrase that doesn't mean much, but is still used because there's really not a adequate alternative to describe what it really means. Everyone speaking to news journalists like to talk about 'increasing awareness', regardless of what they're trying to promote, it just sounds so damned cliche I wish people will stop using it.

4. J's been offered a job! And he's on the front page of the Suntimes today - damn it - I can't believe he got there even before I got my byline there. But hey - it was a favour for one of my colleagues and J isn't complaining coz he's been getting texts saying 'oi I saw you on xxx...' - I have to say he's even feeling pretty smug about it. Haha.

5. I'm going on holiday to an exclusive island called Koh Lanta come Dec - present from J for our anniversary. I know I shouldn't be going on a holiday when I've just started work but hey - it's all cleared and frankly, I think we need it! Coming back has been very much all work and not much play, so am looking forward to that!

Existential crisis

Friday - This marks the end of my first week at work and what a tumultous week it has been, emotionally.

I've finally been assigned my permanent desk, extension number, computer and... my news beat - which I have been asked to focus on indefinitely.

And if you ask me in all honesty... work has been a big comedown.

London, to me, had been an exciting year - shitty in the part of where I lived, but nonetheless exhilarating in what I learned and experienced. Thoughts are on collision courses in my mind right now I'm even finding it hard to give structure, or chronology, or expression to what I really want to say. So I'm just going to say it, however disjointed.

I learnt while doing our newspaper that the sexy beats were crime and politics - I was in charge of the business news then and it was hardly exciting, rarely made page one. Companies want to read about other companies and such news exist better in a trade publication. News was about the everyday, news is about the everyman. Sex, crime, scandal, politics.. they made it to the front pages of our newpaper and after much contemplation, I decided being a good general news reporter, like the jack of all trades though master of none, is fine by me. It's what I thought I wanted to do. I want news to change.

Then, we moved on to creating websites and magazines and I was always in some form of control over editorial content. I learnt how to use lots of software, I became the designer, everything was conceptualized from front end, to the back end, by us - always by us.

The newspapers/magazines I worked for in London like The Times and The Independent, had a high professional standard of journalism I really aspired to. The newsroom always had an air of excitement - the Labour Party Conference tommorow, Israel's progress in Lebanon today, Africa dying from Aids, the next upcoming West End production, the scadalous minister... you name it, it was there. It happened. Things happened. And you could report it.

Now everything's different here.

And I know it's unfair to compare as our country's so little in comparison (yet so admirable in what it's achieved precisely because of its size) but I'm now suddenly overwhelmed with this feeling of insignificance, of triviality, of futility... of disappointment.

It's also difficult to compare because of the unique government-press relations that this country has, but it hasn't made me feel any better even after understanding the limitations.

I had two days of IT training and induction this week - learning the new systems, getting back into the groove of things... and then I was seconded to help out with the urgently-rushed production of a particular book before actually reporting to newsdesk. Because our digital archives only went back to 1989, I had to physically type out some stories way back from 1968 till 1989... and in the process, I've read some good work, some alright. But what I've been amazed by, foremost, is the level of expression, or permitted expression, I should say, in the editorial content back then. There's no chance we'd be allowed to write the same way now. There's something that's sorely lacking [with the present]... but I can't quite put my finger on it. If only we were given more freedom. If only we can persist in fighting, in writing despite it.

I can only hope to make a difference with my own work in the future.

So now I've assigned to a beat which I'm not exactly terribly excited about. People, however, have been telling me it's actually a pretty good beat to work on - I have yet to be convinced but I'm definitey give it my best shot. After all, nothing happens exactly the way you want it to be. (Unless you're very lucky.)

Ultimately, I think this entire episode is just a reality check. I had it in my head that I was going to step into a glamourous reporting job, writing sexy news and breaking stories. My idealistic notions of journalism comprised of being in an exciting newsroom, writing quality, intellectually funny stuff of the G2 species. But in reality, not every newsroom, or every job, is going to be pretty.

I have to remind myself even at these Fleet Street papers I was writing the text for the infographics of the war in Lebanon, or interviewing people and doing research, only saving it to serve it on a silver platter for those who were there before me, fighting for a byline which they doggedly refuse to share.

In truth, my existential crisis is probably nothing more than the shattering of my rose-tinted vision, and the realisation that I just have to do my time. My quest for the extraordinary will only emerge through the ordinary, and I realise with horror that what I need is... patience. A virtue I have been often accused of being sorely in lack of. So I shall have to just, in the words of a friend once, suck it up.

Welcome to the working world, oh what growing pains.




(Note: Adding to my woes is that after being a full Mac convert for more than a year now, the very sight of my PC and the Windows operating system actually repulses me. I stare wistfully at my screen and wish for the interface to be the one I've been so used to looking at. I hate the fonts, I hate the colours, I've spent hours trying to change the look of the damn windows but it refuses to be manipulated!

In addition, I'm sitting near this lady who when she does her interviews over the phone, emits a sort of lazy-hazy 'hmmm.... hmm..... HMMMMMMM...' every five seconds that gives me the creeps. It's like a half-formed moan and after about five minutes of hearing this, I feel like I'm inhabiting some sort of alien space between the dead and the living. )