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education and affluence.

hey guys, i’m back. cause i kinda felt this was too long a post to be on tumblr. so i’m here to rant. for the past months, Singaporeans have been going on and on about how most in so-called elite schools have parents who are university grads. This is backed up by stats (i never really knew that 70% of our school’s students have uni grad parents, until I read the article.
Here’s my stand. Having uni grad ‘rents does affect a student’s performance.  But it isn’t how the parents are supposedly smarter or something, but it has to do with the money invested in their child’s education.

I came from a neighbourhood (primary) school so the difference is much more apparent. For my classmates and I who were, luckily, streamed into the better classes, tuition, piano, ballet, dance, guitar, violin, whatsoever classes fill our days after school. (i, personally, had tuition every day. O.O in addition to piano classes and swimming lessons) And my dad was a uni grad. My classmates dads, i don’t know, but most of them had high-profile jobs or ran their own businesses or just had quite a generous family fortune.

Our crazily busy and packed lives (no, we didn’t seem to have much life at all during the PSLE year, sadly) can be contrasted to those who simply hung around the playground or simply based their education on what was taught in school. In the end, most who had tuition (and for most, a natural aptitude as well) ended up going to RGS, RI, HC, Nanyang, Dunman, Cedar Girls’, St. Nicholas girls’… Most of the others went to neighbourhood schools.

Not surprisingly, the classmates/schoolmates i met in my new school mostly come from similarly privileged backgrounds. Going to classmates’ condominiums and terraces/landed properties in their shiny cars to do projects is pretty common. In fact, i’m one of the few who are actually living in a HDB. Orchard road seems to be where all of us frequent after school, not simply cause of the proximity, but also cause most of us are able to afford to indulge.

This actually says a lot about MM Lee’s statement, that a better background does affect the education one gets. Some might argue that having a university education does not mean that you are smarter, but the truth is that, with that degree, your salary is increased, naturally. And this would mean a higher capability of affording ‘luxuries’ such as tuition for the child, and to pay for the schooling needs of the child. There are scholarships, but is that enough to cover the three hundred a month school fees, excluding the few hundred on just the miscellaneous fees, how about the other few hundred bucks spent on her CCA? enrichment programmes? tuition? (in the so-called elite schools, you don’t have time to get the extra help from teachers whenever you want to, you’re simply too busy). oh, and ‘talent’ development. Here’s a fact: at least half my school population plays the piano. (in my previous class, more than 75% of us held at least a grade 5 in piano. many are pursuing their diplomas now)

To succeed in such schools, it’s not the battle of the toughest, it’s the battle of daddy’s bank accounts. Really. To boast that you’re in some sort of special programme, there is some sort of money invested in it. MEP: you’ll need to know your Chopin from your Schumann. SAP: NAFA students are preferred, unless you’ve got the skills. To be in the Odyssey of the Mind, Fashion and film clusters and such, hundreds are invested in materials needed.
and all these are reported in your report cards, of course, the more, the better your report is.

And this might be another reason why some students might have the scores to get into such schools, but are put off.  Money is the problem, and where does the money come from? a University degree of course. O.Olll

abandon ship!!!

hey peeps.
here’s my new blog, please relink: phatisthenewblack.tumblr.com

thanks! <3 <3 <3
Rach3L (tis my final post on this blog. T.T)

HARRY POTTER MANIA!!!

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGZOMG!!!
I went to watch Harry Potter yesterday.
i only have one word for it,
AWESOMENESS!!!

Spoilers:
dobby died in the end (every self respecting harry potter fan would already have known that…)
the movie ends when voldy stole the elder wand from dumbledore’s tomb :)

wake up in the morning feeling like P.Diddy

no, i didn’t really get to wake up, cause i barely slept, and that’s why i feel so crappy now. neck-ache, muscle ache on thighs, butt and arms. i feel like dying. i have no idea how the people who didn’t sleep at all a la verne, nicole etc. still manage to go to school. knew this was gonna happen, and that’s my reason for skipping cca today (even tho some people seemed pissed-i’ve skipped cca twice in the past month. but i guess i have to use my parents’ letters somehow… so for the past two times, it can be dental appointment (i love my braces for some uncanny reason now) and then this time round, it can be class party and headache. i totally feel like i’m having a hangover now. and i haven’t even really drank (heavily) before.
anyways, they don’t really bother about the reason. just a letter, and that’s all. O.O sighs… but it was pretty worth it.
we had movie marathons: another cinderella story, sherlock holmes, bride wars, stardust… yeah. it was pretty fun. and oh, prank calling was fun. lingwei was so… funny. and emily? she’s the bestest prank caller ever. she sounds so… convincing! and meng xue, charmaine, pei shan and i went to cycle. THAT was totally fun. we kept stopping at first, cause we couldn’t balance (and sorry meng xue, for being so heavy) but then we finally could and it was pretty fun. and quite tiring actually, but still fun. and again, sorry meng xue, for making you kinda deaf with my screaming. but i can’t help but scream when i feel like i’m falling.
and maybe that’s why i’m like.. losing my voice.
anyways, the sleeping over part was the funniest, cause we ended up watching house on channel 5, and that episode was pretty freaky. but fun. anyways, during e commercials, whenever ANY Harry Potter trailer came along, yenjean and i would go bonkers and start screaming. it was quite a scene. but what do you expect from HP fans who started reading the books since… K2 and P1… >< what can you expect?
oh. and when they played the london premiere for HP, we went absolutely insane. like… hullo, who won’t!!! Emma Watson, Rupert Grint and Daniel Radcliffe just spoke to us!!! and he knows singapore’s a country, and not some random part of china or malaysia or japan! yay!!!
Okays, i was being a little sarcastic there, but you have no idea, absolutely no idea how many people actually don’t know that singapore’s a country by itself. it’s sad. and pathetic.
but sighs. it was pretty fun. except for the sleeping part. and the showering part. overall, it was fine. and thank goodness miss tay wasn’t there. or we couldn’t have been that insane. and she would think we’re maaaaaad.
especially if she saw me and yenjean screaming every like… 20 minutes.
oh, and btw, thanks to those people who wrote in my yearbook! :D

<3,
Rach3L :D

This is one of e posts i found on e blog that i just linked in my earlier posts. it’s hiiiilarious. okays. since this is written by a guuuuy… O.O be warned.
it’s a leetle vulgar. a leetle. especially numbers 6 and 10. oh. and it’s a really long post:
Singaporean girls like to use the phrase “cannot make it” to describe Singaporean men. They wrinkle their noses and act all surprised when you suggest, ever so gently, that perhaps Singaporean Male X might be a suitable mate. “Huh?? Cannot make it lah, he.” A few years later they marry Singaporean Male Y, who looks and sounds exactly the same as Singaporean Male X.

Why are Singaporean men all so ostensibly “cannot make it”? I do not know the answer to this question, for I am reasonable. However, I do have suggestions for the men. To become a “can make it” Singaporean male (without having to resort to plastic surgery), one must achieve a certain level of competence at the activities I shall be listing out below. Ours is a small, closed society; the traits that mark one out for worthwhile reproduction are easily and quickly discernible, if one pays proper attention.

1. Must be good at computers and computer games

Strangely, being good at computer games appears to be more impressive to the average Singaporean female. If you are good at computers only, you are taken advantage of for most part. If you are good at computer games, however, you are a badass potential protector. Compare:

You: OK, upgraded to Windows 7 already.
Girl: Thanks so much! (thinks: the software did everything.)
You: You’re welcome.
Girl: Can help me install antivirus?

with

You: ALL RIGHT 25 KILLSTREAK!
Girl: Huh?
You: Nothing. I just kicked your boyfriend’s ass.
Girl: Orh. (stands over shoulder and watches very fast paced game and thinks: aiyah why my boyfriend so lousy.) Can help me install Windows?
You: Sorry not interested, I am aiming for 35 killstreak
Girl: (subconsciously registers lack of punctuation as sexy) Oh. Kill kill kill … so manly.

As a general rule, the hierarchy is such: first-person shooter, versus fighter, real-time strategy, turn-based strategy and then everything else. MMORPGs occupy a value system of their own, but in general their gentle learning curve reduce street cred. Anngry Birds and Bejewelled FTW for now though.

2. Must be good at pool

There is nothing else to do in Singapore. Get good at it, you will be spending a lot of time in these places. Don’t just chalk your stick – chalk some victories while you’re at it. Ah-lians will be watching.

Must-learns: jump-shot, English, doubles.

3. Must be good at one team sport

So that you will look good next to the other doddering dodos. Football obviously occupies top spot, but basketball and water polo work too. Volleyball is for girls.

Girls find it easier to come down to support team sports, because they can rationalize their conduct diffusely: “I’m here for the TEAM.” Let them have this. You know what they’re thinking when you’re … scoring.

4. Must be good at one individual sport

While girls find it harder to support these because you are alone and therefore very bo sei for them to come all the way down, the simple fact that you are involved in some sport somewhere is already very “can make it”. Walk around with your lacrosse bag slung over your shoulder or your tennis shoes carelessly dangling from your backpack. When they ask about your sport, just make vague references and knowingly use terms of art.

Girl: Where are you going?
You: Oh, practice.
Girl: What practice?
You: Kallang … today we’re doing slice serves.
Girl: *tingle down spine* Ohhh.

Few other people will be able to challenge your authority, since these are individual, recherche pursuits. Exploit the opportunity.

To avoid: ping-pong, badminton (everyone thinks they can play these)

5. Must be musical

GUITAR for individual, DRUMS in a band. Girls are quite dumb one and they like to see action jackson. You bang bang the drum, they happy. You stand around and pluck a few strings, nobody knows what you’re doing. Of course, if you are going to do the serenading thing, it will be guitar without question.

Tip: When serenading, pretend to be practising (when you actually practice sui sui at home already). Always choose a current song, so people will bite. If you play More Than Words for the 238645823648243234th time, people confirm lose interest one. And don’t look at anybody when singing, otherwise they will feel that you are “invading” them. Don’t “invade” anybody. Just let them listen to your ostensibly unassuming music. Confirm plus guarantee plus chop will have results.

6. Must be able to do math

A guy who cannot do maths is like an eunuch. He is not a man. In Singapore especially, even our girls are damn good at maths. So you better be super damn good, so you can explain to her how to divide her parts.

One better: PHYSICS. For some reason, applied stuff is harder for girls. So take physics and ace it. Then later on, toss in puns about how you two have such great chemistry, you want to explore the geography of her biography in a physical way. “Your body is a wonderland,” you will coo. “Do you want to read my literature or should we just start making history?” Just don’t show her your mother tongue.

7. Must have good sense of direction

A guy who has no sense of direction is a girl. The end.

8. Must drive and must be good driver

DRIVE. And for fuck’s sake, practice that parallel parking thing. Girls always tell themselves that they are not lousier drivers, just more careful/cautious/whatever. But despite that ALL OF THEM STILL CANNOT FREAKING PARALLEL PARK. Become tok kong at this, heighten the gender difference, enhance the sexual tension. Ooh yeah baby.

By the way, European marques please. The Singaporean lady does not want to be seen rolling in a Hyundai.

9. Must be laconic and listen to her drivel

Ya. It helps. Srsly.

Singaporean girls think they are really interesting, and maybe they are. Who knows? We aren’t really listening. But you don’t really have to – just nod every 10 seconds. And then say, “Really ah.” I just did this today. It is fricking awesome. You can abidicate responsbility for having a brain.

The bottom line is that by keeping silent, you allow her to project her preferred self-image onto you. She is interesting, so therefore you must be interesting, since you are absorbing her everything. How cool is that? I love lady logic.

10. Must know DIY

“I hammered her and her friend last night, we had a good screw. Talk about nailing two in one night! Of course I bolted the next day, but I will always be ready when their pipes need further unclogging.”

Euphemisms aside, you must know DIY because other penises will try to undermine you with their own DIY knowledge. Especially contractors who overcharge. If you are fleeced in any DIY-related matter, you are not a man.

This is also perhaps the origin of the phrase “cannot make it” – a man who “can make it” can make … things. With hands and tools. He probabaly also knows how to instruct the girl on how to rectify a swollen ball-cock.

11. Must speak dialect

My biggest regret, I cannot speak dialect. In lup-sup KTVs and Warrant Officer messes, I am the lowest of the low. With contractors, I am a freaking pony with “Kan Me” on my forehead. Why is dialect so important for the Singaporean male? Primarily, it establishes street cred. Denizens from below must look up to you before any female will find you worth apprising. Importantly, also, dialect is crass; crassness establishes contrast, and in contrast we find admiration.

12. Must not be below PES B

Or at least finish normal BMT like everyone else. Nobody really knows whether OCS or SISPEC is tougher, so you can elide that easily.

If you had a buay gan army life, try not to talk about it at all. Girls know one. They all have “a friend” who was a commando-officer-parakeet. They will compare you like they compare their Prada bag with the other girl’s Miu Miu. Don’t become an object!

If you were a star in the army, also don’t talk too much about it. Girls just want to know that you were good, and that you were not a jellyfish. The rest is still for you to prove – funny, rich, smart etc. Prove it.

13. Must have “ambition” and “passion”

Most Singaporean girls have a vague notion that their man should be “successful” or aim for success of some sort. For themselves, they have less concrete ambitions. Use this to your advantage. However, only hint (not talk) about your plans. For instance:

Girl: So, what’s next for you?
You: I’ve had several offers … well, we’ll just see where it goes. I have a pretty clear idea of what I want though.
Girl: What’s that?
You: Haha, it will bore you. Let’s not talk about me. Do you like baby blue or pink?

Once they know you have “plans”, they will stick with you, regardless of what those “plans” are. Make sure you always have “an idea” of what you are going to do. When in doubt, obfuscate and pass off a successful person’s life as your own.

14. Must say nearly every other girl is “cannot make it”

This is by far the MOST IMPORTANT ITEM on the list. Singaporean girls like a guy who has “standards”. Secretly, the standard for every girl is HERSELF. This is not a cardinal scale, there is no relativity. Instead, on this mystery scale there is THE GIRL IN QUESTION, and then EVERY OTHER FEMALE ON EARTH. She will make cursory concessions for Angelina Jolie and Megan Fox (the latter usually grudgingly), of course, but DO NOT BE FOOLED. She just wants you to think that SHE is the prettiest and THAT IS IT!!!

If, however, you are unable to lie barefacedly, you might want to go with a less extreme approach. You must say that girls SHE LIKES AS PEOPLE are pretty. NEVER SAY THAT PRETTY GIRLS ARE PRETTY! Girls are unable to divorce looks from personality. It would be unwise to do so, therefore, in their presence. A good sample discussion would run as follows:

Girl: Do you think Girl X (ugly but liked) is pretty?
You: Yes, she has a certain je ne sais quoi that I find charming.
Girl: (pleased) Really ah? I think so too! Not like that Girl Y (pretty but disliked).
You: Oh, Girl Y. Cannot make it lah. Act cute buay cute.
Girl: (ready to give you blowjob liao) I ALSO SAY!

Have you ever noticed that girls thought pretty by other girls are really not pretty at all? And hot, sexy girls are almost always labelled “sluts”, as if that were a bad thing? Important hint: Do not address the girl on these points. She does not want to confront her inner evolutionary demons.

Well, that’s the list. A tall order? Yes, but a worthwhile endeavour, if we are not to lose all our women to the cast of The Last Airbender. We can make it one.

- from: http://thegreatsze.blogspot.com/2010/07/singaporean-men-cannot-make-it-one-lah.html

i was on facebook today, and after looking around my newsfeed for quite a while, i found a pretty cool blog. okay, i didn’t exactly find the blog. random clickings led me to the blog.
apparently, the blogger’s supposed to be the Straits Times columnist/money desk writer or editor (i forgot), Fiona Chan’s husband.
and Fiona Chan’s… heh. ms chan’s cousin. heh. heh. heh.
noooo! i swear i wasn’t stalking her facebook. okays, maybe. just for the fun of it. but as ginteng puts it, i’m just… researching. hahas!
so the link’s here: http://thegreatsze.blogspot.com/
it’s really really funny. and cool. i looove great blogs. :D something for me to read! yay!!! <3