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Monday, April 30, 2007

my personal statement

Okay, i know this is the 2nd "my abc xyz" type of blog post in a row, but being in Australia for the first time has prompted me to be very reflective about my life recently. So, try not to get bored if you can help it? :) The below is an excerpt of the personal statement i wrote as part of an application for an arts bursary.



My greatest short-term personal goal now is to make the most out of my current postgraduate diploma experience at RMIT University in Melbourne, and stay focused on my studies in journalism.

My professional development may seem to be temporarily halted right now due to further studies, but I still prioritise continual growth and improvement. This year, I am confirmed for 2 work placements at Leader, a community newspaper, and Channel Ten, a national television network.

At the moment I also have several directions in how I want to make use of the rest of 2007 to better myself, ranging from expanding my general and specialist knowledge in all areas (even trivia), and interacting with as much diverse people as possible.

I am looking for stimulation and challenge in my life, even if sometimes it is beyond my station in life. I want to travel all around before climate change or natural disasters alter the ‘worldscape’ too much. I am also looking forward to making sure my parents retire in comfort, and buying properties of my own within the next 10 years.

I do realise that building a career is a bit like a game of snakes and ladders, so I will take any opportunities as they arrive and see where they take me. Because of my background, I have a high adaptability factor, and a curiosity of the same level to match. I am particularly passionate about the actual practice of cultural policies, the management of community arts, the technicality of arts law, the longevity of galleries and museums, and the philosophy of arts research.

Ultimately, my career, after my family, is the most important, and I find that it has always been my vision to work for a traditional or alternative arts organisation which may not be very well established, and be the one who turns it around and get it accepted into the ‘mainstream’. I hope to one day lead a team of enthusiastic artists committed to producing creative history in wider society.

Passion is the only trait I need. Passion is permeating and ensures permanence. The training in such an arts-fused environment like Melbourne will enhance my current experience and knowledge of both conventional and contemporary forms of the arts. Being in Melbourne is living the arts every day. Here, all sorts of performing artists and creative industries are encouraged, especially indigenous art and culture.

I grew up in a family where witnessing my parents struggling to keep the traditional art of Cantonese Opera alive was an everyday affair. Due to family circumstances, I did not have the luxury to study music until competence. My violin and vocal lessons were truncated because my father could not afford them.

The training from RMIT University in a professional setting, coupled with my own extracurricular initiative to acquire accreditation in translation between English and Chinese, will enable me to rise to a position where I have the power to add value to the arts scene in Singapore.

Arts is a source of intellectual capital and the essence of life, however, some Singaporeans regard it as merely entertainment. In boosting the appeal of the traditional arts such as Cantonese Opera, which is one of the most unique expressions of the Asian culture, bookmarking it with credibility of higher tertiary education will gain the trust in potential audiences. Arts should not be associated with dodgy artists wanting to make a quick buck.

My current self-funded training in journalism will also prepare me to be an external, objective advocate on the value of arts; and since journalists possess the clout of the media, I can be an effective mouthpiece for the promotion of the arts.

I see myself contributing to arts development and arts practice in Singapore by being a spoke in the wheel, by being an instrument of change, by being a mover and a shaker. My goals are to utilise my private contacts to engage in international networking and facilitate collaborations of Singapore artists with foreign institutions, or vice versa - showcasing overseas artistic offerings to Singaporeans, and broadening their mindsets about the arts.

The CEO of National Arts Council, Mr Lee Suan Hiang, has just been re-elected in 2006 as Board Member and Treasurer of the International Federation of Arts Councils and Cultural Agencies (IFACCA), and as Chairman of its Asian Chapter. This is good news for Singapore as it will enable Singapore to play a bigger international role in the arts.

Another major goal that I foresee achieving is the education of artists about a proper code of ethics involved with the trade. I believe that a spirit of integrity and excellence, and not shoddiness, should be tied to artists. Like my father, I am willing and going to commit my whole life to the arts. Even though it was not economically viable for him, he still stuck on after all these years, and I am going to continue the legacy of his good work.

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Sunday, April 29, 2007

my favourite place

Its warm duvet covers, consoles and comforts my bare legs, to the guilty point of arousal. Embraced by accompanying reveries of a lover long departed, my closed eyes swirl like foam on stirred coffee, REM viciously lapping under my eyelids. My skeleton refuses to support me as I slump and lapse, yet again, into sweet apathy. Plotting mutiny beneath my dark skin, strong waves of consciousness seep in slowly as my brain lies flaccid on its soft pillow. Cushioning the flotsam and jetsam of restless thoughts that taunt my body for dawning duty, it attempts to hold its ground with tranquillity made in the long night.

Its musky scented sheets and creaky mattress boards consume me wholly. Desperate for more winks, I drift and float towards a deserted island, ostracised by the popular woken world. A voice between my ears is babbling incoherently, seeming to invite me to the realm of popularity. I decline. My affection unrivalled, I still recline in the eiderdown like a china doll in wrapping paper, snug in the quaint cosiness of its offerings. Pleasurable lulls lift me to its addictive land of dreams whilst I am incubated in its perfect hibernation.

Intrigued by how it so smoothly clouds my mind and sucks my being, I conclude it must be lonesome without a pacifier. Oh, how it causes the day to pause, and the earth to stop turning on its axis. It could just shroud me forever.

Oh, what a bed!

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Thursday, April 19, 2007

yellow-skinned murderers

The gunman who just shot 33 people at Virginia Tech University was a South Korean native. The shooter who killed 2 students at Monash University in October 2002 was Chinese-born.

Why is it always the Asians? Too much coincidences make me feel dysfunctional and angry.

May God bring peace to the troubled, the mourners, the grieving, and the dead.

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Wednesday, April 18, 2007

my crib in melbourne



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the park near my rented place


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view of apartment block from main road

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High Street in the Kew East suburb

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number 883, auspicious!

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view of apartment from pavement outside - there're 4 units

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sun-lined futon bed before moving in

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bedroom at night after unpacking

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built-in wardrobe, almost a walk-in

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tiny work area with little ikea table


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the kitchen with 2 fridges

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yes, the toilet to end off this sprawl


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Monday, April 16, 2007

the daily planet

I googled for "the daily planet" intending to research on the Australian family newspaper of the said title, and in 0.14 seconds the search results indicate more than i bargained for:

- a Telluride Daily Planet newspaper

- a Berkeley Daily Planet community newspaper (www.berkeleydailyplanet.com)

- The Daily Planet owned and operated by the School of Media Studies and Information Technology at the Humber Institute of Technology & Advanced Learning in Toronto (www.the-daily-planet.ca)

- a Wikipedia entry about the fictional broadsheet newspaper in the famous Superman comics, of the same caliber as the New York Times

- daily planet ltd, a Chicago-based editing and motion graphics post production company with a long history of animatic design (www.dailyplanetltd.com)

- Daily Planet, the Twin Cities Community Newswire in Minneapolis, Saint Paul (www.tcdailyplanet.net)

- Berkeley Daily Planet newspaper

and, get this...

- Daily Planet: an online prostitution and social escort service that won the Best Brothel Award!!! (www.dailyplanet.com.au)

The adult entertainment industry isn't very creative, ain't they?

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Sunday, April 15, 2007

twin portraits

Now intellect is a wonderful thing. You can understand biology, but if you don't know the Giver Of Life, you're still uneducated. You can comprehend geology, but if you don't know the Rock of Ages, you don't really know anything of importance. You can know all about botany, but if you haven't met the Lily of the Valley, your knowledge is useless. You can know all the facts of history, but if you reject the God who created history, your time has been wasted.

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Friday, April 13, 2007

indialand a hit with innovation

Have you ever stereotyped a Indian to be poor, dirty, starving, uneducated, and argumentative? And, smelling of coconut oil?

I had my misgivings about the country where Indians come from, when in fact it has one of the leading software industries in the world, as well as a globally-unrecognized Bollywood. I ought to wipe the curry stains off my mouth and start chasing an Indian guy round a palm tree.

I've been hit with slight awe how innovative the Indians are, firstly with the one rupee idea by the Mumbai Railway Police, and now, the zero-rupee note issued by 5th Pillar, an anti-corruption group.

This zero-rupee note is a direct copy of the 50-rupee note, complete with Mahatma Gandhi's portrait, designed to be handed out to corrupt officials who demand bribery. A slap on their own faces! Good on ya, India!

In other news, striving to get my foot into the door of the 4th estate requires me to ferociously devour news of all kinds. The Australian, The Age, The Epoch, the Herald Sun, are now my best friends. Crikey!

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