The Obsession with Grades

http://ifonlysingaporeans.blogspot.sg/2017/07/parents-perceptions-of-singapore.html?m=1

The obsession with grades

Has long been under debate

Be academically pretty or

Have a talent one demonstrates

Which is more important

For a child’s future

Views are aplenty

Since the future is difficult to decipher

Both have considered opinions

Having both would be great

But how many have that capacity

Idealistic I say

Healthy competition is divine

But do we know when is enough

When some other scores higher

Our parents huff and puff

If life selections are prioritized through grades

That becomes the key measure of success

Then we know life is going to be tough

For children who don’t study enough

Be smart, then success comes

Social pressure dictates

Move off from that measure

And be regarded as a not-so-great

How to change this

Our lords and ladies of court

Scratch their heads in deep thought

How about we abolish exams – what then to make of a cohort

Introduce Talent and Passion

Two alternatives to academic success

What future is there one asks

Mumblings of promises, who knows what comes

Passion can’t buy me a house

But good grades can

So what if I can draw well

Society doesn’t give two hoots that I can

However if I earn a lot

Nice houses and cars I will have

People will regard me differently

Not some artist barely making rent

Money is a powerful motivator

Fear and Desperation too

Judgement is next

As competition rears its ugly head

Both complex and complicated

This issue is upon us

For no one will be wiser

If the vicious cycle remains with us

For now, heed advice from the wise

Do what you can and love

If you be the best that you can be

No one can tell you otherwise.

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To Play or not to Play?

How important is two hours in a day?

What loss is sustained if you spend it at play?

To call for lessons without a break,

What more during their holidays!

A well-rounded person to develop you say,

But the mountain of work will not be kept at bay,

Instead added on to the interminable fray.

In exchange for what, tell pray

A bunch of kids all tired and gray?

This is definitely the kiasu way

So Singapore, so Singaporean, I say.

Planning for the Silver Years

I see facilities for Aged care in Australia that are nice. Pretty enough for the un-aged to want to live there if it were age-appropriate. Why do people end up in homes like these? I find myself wondering as I got old enough to think about that as an option for me. I see older relatives around me fall sick, have surgeries and some don’t wake up after. How does one manage?

There was a debate I found myself drawn in with great reluctance when I first got married about having children. We don’t have any and it was a choice we made, not one that was trusted upon us. Nobody understood why. We were mercilessly bombarded with questions, told of terrible consequences that await us as we got older and we were branded as selfish killjoys. They gave us a hard time. At one point, I was pointedly asked about the reproductive state of my ovaries. I laugh now. 

It was a case of traditions and vastly different viewpoints but mostly, they couldn’t accept that we were bucking the trend. Their fixation could only be changed with time, particularly when the primary persons responsible for the task of spawning young were not having any of it. 

That was all in the past. They gave up and we sorta won the dark fight because I have gone past the fertility window. Peace returned to the selfish killjoys. But one lingering thought remained.

I hate to eat my words but are children necessary just so one can age in peace? I worry. Sure, it is nice to have people you love around you when you need them. I saw that firsthand when a beloved aunt passed recently. But people around her then were not children. She was single. The people who made time to take care of her were very close friends and relatives. So the advice once given linking children and old age is completely illogical. You don’t need them to age in peace. In certain situations, it is probably better not to have any around. We were not wrong to stick to our guns afterall. Relationships you build, no matter kin or not, is what counts. 
I have a very small number of good friends. I only need one hand to count and it does not come up to the full hand – like an introvert should. While it is nice to know we’d have people to grow old with, I am not sure they are in shape enough to take care of themselves, much less others. So, I look to the option of aged care. They usually cost a bomb. 

At some point in the future, the silver industry is going to hit its peak. Before then, businesses related to it would sprout up. I hope aged care is one that is going to be well-developed and it will hit its prime as we arrive there as well. 

Quote that means a Lot

I have not read any book written by Albert Camus because I think I might not finish any. Time is needed to digest his books and I am not sure if I can read anymore textbooks. Heh. 

There is a quote of his though that struck a cord with me and has stayed so for a long time. I happened to be snapping pictures by Derwent River in Hobart and came across a scene that reminded me of the quote.

I played with the photo editor to see what magic I could cast and here it is.

Quite pleased. 


©️NoMadSojourn2017

K-drama Fever

So I have been watching Korean dramas for awhile, about 7 years now if we are counting. I have also been a rabid reader of recaps on dramabeans, news and gossip on soompi about the shows that I watch; naturally, the stars too. It has become a habit that is hard to break. 

 The interest I have in these seemingly shallow subjects is borne from the style of writing I discovered that I liked a lot in the blog. While it is not Science Magazine, there are witty pieces that reflect thoughts and appreciation for the art that is Kdrama, littered with onomatopoeia, puns and innuendos. 

In my early days, I read them to try to understand what I was watching. After a bit, I started to read them to pick what to watch because I found myself nodding along to the words on the pages – I had the same laughs, angst and thoughts about how the hair on the lead was so incredibly ugly. It is almost as if they read my mind. Nowadays, I do the choosing. By genre, storyline, then swarmy actors. Heh. It is imperative that I like the leads because I will be rooting for them and they need to be (deemed by me) worthy of time put in for a win-win. 

I never admitted openly to watching Kdramas at first because it was such an ajumma thing to do. I was not one, didn’t think I would be one until the big 4-0 fell on my face one day. Also, I was embarrassed about idolizing actors who were two-thirds my age and squealing silently in ajumma-ish triumph *fist pump* when the leads finally get together after much makjang. 

The storylines are frankly not a lot to shout about typically, but there are some that surprise and stand out. I watch rom-coms and fantasy – the ones I have enjoyed thus far combined both elements, no matter modern or period. I was surfing one day and came across a text that reminded me of a good Kdrama I have seen:


 It’s saccharine-sweet one frame, then shows the worst of society the next. The ups and downs are easy to identify with since Asian societies are culturally similar, and absolutely entertaining as they dramatize the heck out of situations.
They are very successful at it with wave after wave of dramas hitting shores worldwide. Coupled with Kpop, it is easy to see why they hog headlines in the entertainment space. 

Weird and Wonderful Expressions 

I came across a social media space that has a collection of words, that when one is lost for words, gives one the ability to accurately express oneself mostly in languages other than one’s own. 

Quite interesting, considering that they have a word to so aptly describe me in bed. *devilish grin* 


If you find beauty in all things, you are a philocalist.

If you are leading a life unbounded by convention, you are being datsukozu.

The distinct smell of rain when it falls to the dry, warm ground is petrichor.

If you find comfort in the darkness, you have nyctophilia.

If you have dysania, you would find it difficult to get out of bed each morning.

When you are in a scurryfunge, you are madly cleaning up when a guest is on his way over.

For more, google Wordstuck.

The strangest one I have seen (and is ridiculous to pronounce):