Sunday, February 13, 2011

Finally found myself, fighting for a chance


“You know, Ying Hui, I think you’re weird.”

Haha. I doubt anyone could have put it better. You’re right, Wen Dee, and I’m not at all resentful that you pointed it out. Quite the contrary, to be honest.

Because I don’t want to be like anyone else but me.

I mean, why would I want to be just another face in the crowd, trying to be someone I will never be and bending to other people’s rules? Why would I be satisfied simply being a college-manufactured musician with a one-sided knowledge when I could equip myself with so much more and face challenges from every angle? Why would I want to attempt fitting into a pair of glass slippers that is clearly not made for me?

Yes, so a certain person got Distinction for an examination and another got full marks for a paper, but so what? The person is probably strongest in that and it doesn’t mean he or she would shine in other subjects. You have strengths too, you just have to find and exercise them.

Granted, by taking Sociology, I have fallen out of your conventional idea of a musician; I’m no longer a stereotypical bearer of the musician label, so to speak. But I don’t give a damn. I love what I’m studying and I get to flex my muscles by running in a field I’m familiar with. And the best part? I finally saw past the petty tumults and learnt the art of detachment, understanding their attitudes rather than being unproductively annoyed with them.

I write my own rules; because women who are well behaved seldom make history.

Can you do the same?

I may be weird to you, but I’m special to me, and that is all that matters.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Tomorrow you didn't, yesterday you won't

If you think social stratification is unfair and should be banished, then rumors and gossip must be the devils to be extorted. Yet I think it is funny how leaders, throngs of activists, and entire societies would fight and speak up against social inequality, but no one bothered to counteract the corrosiveness of rumors and gossip.

Sure, there are advertisements on radios that focus on the harmfulness of gossip and advice listeners not to spread hurtful rumors, but that is the extent of it, and these warnings only appear in the recent years in light social issues, such as large scale suicides.

So why are rumors and gossip allowed to continue breeding even when everyone is aware of the consequences? Perhaps it is because everyone IS aware of the consequences. People intentionally exercise rumors and gossip to tarnish a prominent figure’s reputation or taint his image, either as an act of vengeance or so that his fall would catapult the person’s career in its wake. They are usually people who are at the lower rungs in a social ladder because they are lazy, weak minded and too spineless to stand strong in the currents of life, resolving to playing dirty in climbing to a higher position instead of working hard and proving their capabilities.

And this is not just exclusive to immature adults, people of all ages practice rumors and gossip like some cult, for popularity, to gain preference, to seek attention and God knows what other twisted reasons. Though the ones who get the worst of it are the celebrities; tiny news being pumped up and exaggerated or atrocious news without a head or tail; while most are for publicity or an entertainment journalist’s way of milking cash, some are written to show that movie stars have flaws too, that they mistakes because they are human, just like us.

Hence, if we want to see a crack of light in the dark clouds of social stratification, we would have to do away with our habit of gossiping, because, sociologically, it disrupts the trust level, it encourages suspicions towards a person’s or company’s credibility, and it favors the antagonists and cultivates a generation of grudge-holders.

Rumors and gossip are not sinful indulgences, so there would not be a sweet aftertaste. Besides, what goes up will come down. 

Monday, February 7, 2011

Just when I thought I said all I could say

I think social stratification is crucial and essential to our standing as of today, because like it or not, it is doing mankind of favor; it forces human beings to evolve and build societies, to find their voice so they could lead a revolution, and to take their step into an even higher rung of civilization.

It is like Confucius’s yin and yang and the Buddhist circle of life. The castes system and feudalism, along with other social inequality based on ascribed status, are the sociological proof of the former idea; there would not be slaves and low-waged servants without rich nobles to hire them and there would not be kings and a monarch if there weren’t any people to rule over; we need people who are oppressed and smothered in poverty, in order to fling away the cloak of deprivation and stand up against the oppressor, which would lead to significant movement, such as demonstration or strike. The social classes and all that achieved status reflect the latter idea; like a water wheel, this type of social hierarchy is ever-changing and mobile; the underprivileged would strive through education to attain a higher position in the society and, at the same time, people who did not put in enough effort to maintain their position would fall back down.

In simpler words, social stratification is a means to balance, as well as to push a society forward.

But what is the force behind it, the battery that works the mechanical wheels of the clock of social stratification? That’s right. Education.

Have you ever not wondered why you need an education, a tertiary one in fact, at this time and age, to survive? Admittedly, most of us take education for granted, hopping from the tree trunk of primary school to the middle branches of university, some even up to sit at the leaves top of doctorate. We never bothered pondering why.

Because of the knowledge we came to possess through this process; with every level of education we ascend into, the scope of our study narrows and eventually pinpoint a specific area, also called specialty; thus, since the acquirement of skill and information in this tiny blob of area requires a certain degree of intellect, determination and effort, one would earn a substantial amount of respect, rewarded by a good job offer and paycheck.

On a sociological standpoint though, education encourages open-mindedness through exposure to different cultures, so that we could adapt fast if we found ourselves in a foreign country and social setting; education ignites our awareness to the social situations in other parts of the world; and education helps in the exchange of cultural views, to enable a society to absorb useful tips from another in solving a problem or overcoming an issue.

So education is unquestioningly important, we enshrine people who obtained doctorates or masters, heck, even our tone and manner change when we address these people, and we are motivated to follow their footsteps. Then why, pray tell, is there a huge chunk of the world’s population who reveres movie stars, most of whom did not even complete high school, much less hold a Degree?

Humans are fascinatingly contradicting, aren’t we?

We scoff road sweepers, garbage collectors, cooks at hawker centers, and others simply because they are not fortunate enough to have higher education, and yet we swoon over, praise and fork out money to be entertained by school drop-outs.

As a musician, I could see where you are coming from. Though, to be honest, I really do not appreciate when people go, “oh, musicians are so lucky, they just fool around and have fun making music all day, and they still get to earn big bucks” or “why bother getting a Degree when you could just go out and make good money with your skills?”

So you don’t see us being squished by mammoth stacks of books, or inhaling and exhaling streams of mathematical formula like air, that doesn’t mean we don’t put effort into our studies or we aren’t intelligent. You say doctors deal with life and death, lawyers justify a case and make or break a company through contracts, and petroleum engineers ensure there is fuel running in our cars; I say musicians bring about change. Hip hop and rap came during the civil rights movement, using speech instead of singing to convey messages of equality and African-American pride; metal rumbled underground in response to the cruelty of the war and oppressive government, among other issues addressed; and psychedelic rock marked a period of experimental music and drugs.

You say pharmacists have to constantly update themselves so as to prescribe the correct medication and police protects citizens, but I say musicians have pressure and expectations upon them as well.

For one, we are expected to meet the bar set by musicians in the industry, whether they are the bling-studded divas in Hollywood or those blues-ing the night away in pubs, and then apply our skills and creativity to raise the notch. Have you ever heard of critiques for any other fields besides entertainment?

We are also taught to make lemonades out of the lemons thrown by life; we often face non idyllic gigs locations, horrendous sound systems, unrealistic demands from clients, or loss of member at the last minute, but we would have to improvise and make the best out of the situation.

I would say the same for actors and actresses and multi-millionaire football stars. They are not college graduates nor are they top-scoring academically, but they are people who have the guts to take on the challenge many of us shun from, side-step critics and disapproval from their own society and to risk failure to do what they are passionate about. And I think this is what we look up to them about.

“Smarts may have the brains, but stupid has the balls.”

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Long distance


Sent parcels to Japan, Paris, America and UK within 2 weeks last month.
Now my hands are itching to post again.
Whoever knew slow mails could be so addictive?

Saturday, February 5, 2011

What if I wanted to fight, beg for the rest of my life?


Sometimes listening and talking to Keng Xhik is like hearing my thoughts aloud and arguing or agreeing with them.

Everyone had always treated MBE as a medium to attain a higher level of playing skills in a band setting; but Keng Xhik and I didn’t think so, not anymore. Yes, we could learn from seniors about the works of the instruments, of preparing and presenting a song, of the technicalities required. But in truth, it is so much more.

It teaches us interaction, the art of getting things done efficiently through effective communication, besides forming new bonds between people you weren’t acquainted with before; it teaches us acceptance and tolerance, the alarm clock that wakes you up and makes you face reality that you wouldn’t always be able to work with people you like in the industry; it teaches us management and organization, the craft of setting priorities straight and sketching schedules for practices, on a personal level and band wise; it teaches us to be humble, because you could gain way more by ears than by your mouth and arrogant soloists are just a pain in their members’ asses.  

If nothing else, at least we obtain useful people skills in these 7 semesters.
So don’t complain; learn.
Don’t quit; take it as a challenge.
Don’t be frustrated; just smile.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Closer to the edge


I swear, even weekends are merrier and more happening than Chinese New Year.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up

I almost forgot how it feels like doing things and going places without a concrete, detailed plan.

The sense of liberation is once again washed ashore with the rush of the holiday waves, after having sunk it at the start of the year to face the pirates of classes.

Besides, the three of us are celebrating the Lunar New Year locally, no harm wandering about town for a bit, as long as we get home in time for dinner.

So we met up at Jaya One, thinking we might grab something there to eat before heading somewhere else to chill, but we ended up popping into Jo’s car as she cruised past the place and decided on having lunch at SS2. We had Korean, partially due to the lack of parking, the original suggestion of an Italian meal seemed to pricey and non-Chinese restaurants were too sparse and removed from one another so we were forced to pick our choice before slotting the car into the lot and walking to the shop. Oh, also, we wanted to be bold and try something new. Amanda, I know you’re proud of us.

I must say, the food was too heavy in flavour, like a sponge soaked to hold water to its full potential. It tasted spicy, savoury and sweet, all in one mouthful. And the three of us underestimated the array of small bowls of accompanying vegetables or pickled stuff. Jo and her plate of fried rice, me and my octopus set and Jing and her minced pork set. When we tried washing it down with tea, whoa, that was weird, not like the Japanese green tea or those we normally drink at all. Not that it was bad; we were just unaccustomed to the taste and the methods of eating, so you could imagine us staring bewilderedly at the food for a while, then gingerly fishing the food into our bowls as how we would during our daily meals. You can’t really blame us, not when none of us ever caught a Korean drama series, much less venture to try its food and experience its culture.

Once we got over the odd swells of flavours, we strode, sunbathed, towards Starbucks, where I finally got to use the bottle I invested in and saved two bucks from my Java Chip Frappuccino. The upstairs floor was haven; air-conditioned with an open air balcony, lots of tables and chairs or sofas though not crowded or stuffy, a parquet-matching rectangular writing desk surrounded by wooden chairs and complete with overhead lamps, soothing music and coffee-scented aroma. Yes, Eu Chern, I can see why now that you loved studying here.

And so we spent an hour or two there, lapping in the ambiance as much as making the drinks and our walk there worth. Then we wrapped up the day with The King’s Speech at Jing’s place. Loved the movie, though our voices drowned half the conversations of the characters.

Today was awesome (:

This is what Chinese New Year should feel like; light and easy, without scheduled visitation after visitation; being with people I want to be with, rather than a room choked with distant relatives; and most importantly, devoid of all that screechy, ear-splitting festive songs. Then again, it IS Chinese culture to be loud and boisterous and bloated.Oh well.

Till the season is over, I shall shut myself up whenever I can and draw up the world of the Old Kingdom around me and traverse on my own. Sabriel, Lirael, Abhorsen <3