garimata onna

'Garimata Onna' is a term coined by the japanese, which describes women who walk with their feet pointing sideways instead of the front. This way of walking is deemed undesirable to the japanese men because it looks unrefined and uncouth.

I remember when i was a little girl, my dad used to watch the way i walked, and corrected me whenever i'm walking like a garimata onna. He would go, Stop walking like that, it's not my problem if you can't get married in the future.

Which pretty much frustrated me because marriage was definitely not on the cards when i was eight. And boys were just disgusting creatures who liked to do stupid things, to me at that point of time.

But as i grow up and start becoming more self-conscious, i begin to appreciate what my father was trying (very hard) to cultivate in me. 

Recently my dad has been teasing me about not being able to get married eventually, and he will have no choice but to offer me to stay with him and my mom, yada yada. But i think what he really meant was, i don't want you to get taken away from me and i will crush that slimeball who steals your heart. Haha. Apparently, it's common among japanese men who tend to be very protective and possessive over their daughters. 

Which is somewhat ironic, because who was the one who didn't want me to become a garimata onna?

Dads. *rolls eyes*

a slave of mass consumerism

Over the weekends, i indulged myself a little (okay, a lot in fact) at the apple store at wheelock place. The edges of the rubber cover for my iTouch had been accidentally ripped by me, due to my carelessness. I couldn't stand the sight of the pathetic state of my beloved companion, so i decided to make a trip down to wheelock to look for a reasonably-priced substitute.

I forgot to remind myself that wheelock's apple store sells the most expensive range of apple accessories, and i was just stunned as i scanned across the price tags of each and every accessory item. I gave up on searching for the relatively cheaper ones because they were all fugly and so not worth the price :(

In the end, i settled for this slim black cover that gave my iTouch a brand new minimalist look, which cost a whopping 59.90 bucks. I initially thought the apple guy was trying to rip me off, but i forgave him when i stared disbelievingly at my iTouch's transformed look. 

As i walked away from the apple store, i was musing to myself that i have just sold my soul to consumerism. Maybe i have sold it a long time ago. And the interesting fact is, almost everyone in the more affluent societies probably is a slave like me.

This brought me back to my short paper on mass consumerism in relation to global change that i wrote last semester. And back then, i was writing on how the starbuck bug has infected cities worldwide, which resulted in this ongoing fad on drinking coffee in takeaway paper cups. It is not surprising that the rise in paper packaging consumerism, accelerated by the increasingly popular takeaway style, would have brought in more revenue for the paper industry, at the expense of trees.

The detailed and delicate packaging style adopted by every store in japan is probably iconic of this country, at least to the foreigners. Take a box of chocolates for an example, other than the box itself, at least a sheet of wrapping paper is used to wrap it up together with a cute little ribbon or a thank-you card to go with it. Not to mention, the generous use of scotch tape to do the sticking. That's the minimum you get when you're at the wrapping counter. It may look all pretty and you may probably gush about it for 5 minutes, but you will end up tearing up the paper and throwing it into the bin anyway.

Packaging has taken on a new definition in this society, and sadly, beauty on the surface has been largely emphasized on. It also reflects the mindsets of the japanese, i feel, where looks are largely prioritised over anything else among the younger generation. Even as i was flipping through this weekly japanese newsletter that is written for the expatriates living here in singapore, the adverts for aesthetic beauty salons dominated the entire newsletter. And the same adverts appear on every newsletter, which compromises the space for more meaningful contents, seriously.

I'm not saying that mass consumerism is entirely bad, but it has taken on such a significant role in defining people's identities that it starts to 'consume' us in turn. As we take on a different meaning of consumption, some of us get so carried away with it, which results in us being manipulated by consumerism itself.

Having said this, i feel pretty bad about being a recent contributor to this consumerism:(

friends of honours

Lately, i estimate that i make a new friend every day when i lunch with my fellow friends who are also in their honour's year.

The honour's year is equivalent to the fourth year in university, when the honour students have to embark on a final year project along with their modules. In the case of my major, students who make the cut are qualified to move on to the fourth year. 

Most of my buddies in nus have graduated after their third year, leaving me, the only foolish one here, to pursue the fourth year. 

Which pretty means one thing: It's networking from square one again.

Initially i was apprehensive about getting to know the other honour's students. Ironically, despite being one myself, i saw the honour's students not only as whiz kids, but people who care more about themselves than the rest. I know, i'm being very judgemental here. But when i imagined them staring at me with this how-did-she-manage-to-get-herself-into-honour's-year kind of look, i shuddered as i prepared myself to meet them. 

I was horribly wrong when my honour's friends start bringing their own honour's friends along for lunch. Everyone was decently polite, some were even extremely friendly and approachable.

In fact, they were pretty.... normal.

My circle of friends in my upcoming final year batch is growing each day:) This isn't such a bad start afterall.

BREAK BREAK BREAK... RESULTS RESULTS RESULTS

Desperately need a break or else my system will break down very soon.

But i can't shake off that feeling of guilt, knowing that my experimental results are still not satisfactory. Taking a break will be too much of a luxury.

................................

(after 5 minutes of serious pondering)

................................

AARGH! 

I can't make up my mind.

 

my guide to nus modules

As always, i usually give a review of the modules i have taken over the past two semesters. So here goes~

Year 3:

1) SC2215  (Sociology of Food)
This is a must-take module for fellow foodies like me! And i think almost every Singaporean on this island is a food lover.
What i loved about this module is the tutorials because we are given pretty interesting assignments before every class, including a cooking tutorial. The cooking tutorial requires a group of at least 4 people in your class, and each group has to prepare a meal on its own. I was the only girl in my group, and surprisingly the guys whipped up a mouthwatering meal, whereas i was the one doing the washing:( We had to present to the rest the process of buying the ingredients, the cooking experience and of course the cleaning up, during the tutorial class.
The lectures are very well structured and there seems to be a certain style the lecturer likes to adhere to. So if you can grasp it, it would be very helpful in the essay writing part.
There is an individual term paper which takes up 30% of the entire grade, and the final exam holds a 60% weightage. The remaining 10% goes to class participation. The only tough part about this module is to finish up the readings in time before the finals.
Overall, i thoroughly enjoyed this module and would recommend to anyone who holds the same interest in food like me.
My rating: ★★★★☆

2) GEK1006  (Dynamics of Interpersonal Effectiveness)
This module would have been perfect if it hadn't slotted the lectures at 8am T_T. It's basically about learning how to interact with people effectively, which i'm sure all of us are capable of. I have a tiny confession here: i probably attended 20% of the lectures, because i had a handy textbook with me to refer to. I'm not encouraging skipping the lectures here though.
The lecturer, Dr Vasoo, is really sweet and always smiley. I had the privilege of having him as my tutor, and we often had little chats whenever we bumped into each other at the canteen. What's amazing about him is that, he could remember the name of every student in his tutorial classes.
The entire grade consists of a mid-term mcq test (40%) and a final essay-based exam (60%). The final exam is open book, so it is important to highlight the important communication skills in your book. It's crucial to know the specific jargon, even though in real life, they are things that we practise all the time and thus take for granted that we know them very well.
On the whole it's a pretty easy module, but beware of the competition!
My rating: ★★★★☆

3) SC2217  (Sociology of Tourism)
If you have noticed, i have taken several sociology modules and here is another interesting one i'd like to share with you guys.
Sociology of Tourism is slightly different from Sociology of Food in terms of its lecture style. The lectures are entirely on webcast so fret not if you can't make it for one of the lectures.
The term paper (done by a minmum of two students) which holds 30% weightage, requires more primary research like interviews and surveys as compared to secondary research e.g. journals. Lazy bums like me who dread scouring for information from thousands of online journals, will feel relieved to know this.
The final exam is of course, essays essays and essays. The lecturer seems to be very particular about the readings, so it's crucial to read every single reading in the coursepack. Besides, the thickness of the coursepack is about 1/5 of that of Sociology of Tourism's. Which, in my standard, is very thin.
Overall, i enjoyed learning the theory behind the sociological aspects of travelling. Another confession here: i attended 10% of the lectures because everything was on webcast.
My rating: ★★★★☆

4) ES2007S  (Professional Communication)
This is one extremely fun module! Besides learning how to perform during an interview, skills vital for the first step into the working society are taught such as resume writing, presentation skills, and intercultural communication.
But be prepared for the pretty heavy workload including skill builders for every lesson, and graded assignments.This module is non-examinable which naturally means... ASSIGNMENTS ASSIGNMENTS ASSIGNMENTS.
Assignments include: a scientific report, resume, cover letter, and a blog portfolio. I loved the blogging part of the assignment because it encouraged a lot of interaction among my other tutorial mates.
One good thing i took home from this module was that it bridged many bonds between me and my tutorial mates. Despite the heavy workload, the lessons were enjoyable because there was always camaderie.
* one thing to note: choose your tutor wisely:)
My rating: ★★★★★

If you have any other queries, you are welcome to drop me an email at snowbiscuits@gmail.com:)

flu buggie?

~*scheduled post*~

I'm starting to feel the symptoms of being bitten by the flu bug, and it's probably due to the irregularity of my daily life.

Apart from the dry throat and unexplainable feverish feeling, i have been getting short dizzy spells and it scares me because i'm handling with toxic chemicals and glassware when i'm in the lab, which can be pretty dangerous if you're starting to see stars. My head weighs like 10,000 tonnes and i'm having difficulty to keep it up.

Hmm.

Go away, flu bug!

let's crank up that jukebox!

It must be my lucky week or what but i found not only one but three great tracks by chance:)

My method of sourcing out songs to add to my ipod playlist is primarily checking out the music rankings in itunes. It beats checking the local radio stations' hit charts because there is so much more variety in itunes.

Colbie Caillat's Fallin' for You first caught my eye as i was scrolling down the itunes ranking.




Fallin' for You (In Studio with Karess Carter)

For no reason, i had Jack Johnson stuck in my mind the whole time. I haven't really listened to his songs before so i thought of checking them out. 





Banana pancakes

I loved the lyrics because they are as cute and playful as the song's title.

The last track is my most favourite. I read the lyrics before listening to the track and they were beautiful. You know the feeling of reading the book before watching the movie adaptation, and finding out that the movie was so much better than the book? It's that same feeling. 

I have included the lyrics for this track so do read them before you play the video, just to get what i'm trying (very hard) to explain.

"Better Together"

There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing
But I can try for your heart
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things
Like a, shoebox of photographs
With sepia-toned loving
Love is the answer,
At least for most of the questions in my heart
Like why are we here? And where do we go?
And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and
Sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing it's always better when we're together

[Chorus:]
MMM it's always better when we're together
Yeah, we'll look at the stars when we're together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, it's always better when we're together

And all of these moments
Just might find their way into my dreams tonight
But I know that they'll be gone
When the morning light sings
And brings new things
For tomorrow night you see
That they'll be gone too
Too many things I have to do
But if all of these dreams might find their way
Into my day to day scene
I'd be under the impression
I was somewhere in between
With only two
Just me and you
Not so many things we got to do
Or places we got to be
We'll sit beneath the mango tree now

It's always better when we're together
Mmmm, we're somewhere in between together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, it's always better when we're together

MMmmmm MMMmmmm Mmmmmm
I believe in memories
They look so, so pretty when I sleep
Hey now, and when I wake up,
You look so pretty sleeping next to me
But there is not enough time,
And there is no, no song I could sing
And there is no, combination of words I could say
But I will still tell you one thing
We're better together.



Better Together (Live)

childhood friend

I was rotting on the couch as usual, with the remote as my long-time good companion.

The movie plot was pretty much the usual: childhood buddies apart from each other for a decade because one had to move --> both bumped into each other by chance --> recognized each other instantly --> they hit it off immediately like as if they had never parted for a decade.

There i was, hugging my other old-time companions - the pillows, thinking about my own childhood buddy. The first thing that came to my mind was:

I have a childhood buddy too. 

I suppose in terms of proximity, he was one of the closest friends i ever had. We did everything together -  we came up with games, raced each other on our bikes despite being separated by a wooden fence that separated his house from mine, had meals together (whether it's my place or his), and watched Land Before Time for like the 1000000000th time. 

I envied him for his pretty liberal upbringing (in my opinion), as compared to mine. My parents were pretty strict (even until now), and his were quite the opposite. He always had the latest robot toys, the coolest mini-playground set and the best bikes.

On his part, he probably envied me for the delicious food i had every meal. He would yell out my mom's name before climbing over the fence every evening to our place. And my mom never failed to save a portion for him.

He would bully his younger brothers, but he was never mean to me. In a way, he felt like a bigger brother even though i was older than him by two years.

Twelve years ago, he migrated to another country with his family. I have not seen him since. We talked over the phone once, four years ago, but he sounded nothing like my old buddy. The eight year old boy was still living in my memory, and this sixteen year old guy sounded like a total stranger. The high pitched voice was gone, replaced by a baritone low one, heavily tinged with an australian drawl. 

Fastforwarding to the present, as i sat there on the couch, i wondered how it would be like if he and his family hadn't migrated. Would he climb over that old wooden fence every evening for dinner at our place? Would we still be watching that darn Land Before Time movie part 1,2,3 and 4 together again and again, on this ratty blue couch i'm curled in, for the 1000000001st time?

And if we ever meet each other one day, will we talk like old-time friends like how the movies usually depict?

my estee story

Every girl will have a story about their first step into the world of growing up and makeup, when they possess their first cosmetic product.

Mine was this perfume from estee lauder, called 'beautiful', and here is my estee story.

The bottle was passed to me from my mom, who has been an estee customer for many years. I stuck to this scent for quite a while because i simply loved its floral tones and because i had grown up smelling it since it had been worn by my mom previously. A few years ago, during my visit to one of the estee counters, i found out that even the salesgirl had her first perfume passed down from her mother, and it was also from estee lauder.

My estee story is not just about having to possess my first bottle of perfume, but it marked the change in the conversation topics i started having with my mother. Being eighteen and knowing nuts about dressing myself up, i was eager to learn and transform myself into a woman like my mother. On my mother's part, i believe she was excited about her daughter's next step into adulthood.

Although i am no longer wearing any estee perfume, it still holds a special position in my heart. A year ago, i got my mom the chanel's classic No 5, and i noticed that she has been using it sparingly, only on special occasions:)

a close shave

This morning was a disastrous start for me.

Some of you may probably have known about this from my tweet or plurk, but for those who don't, i hurt myself when trying to clear the broken debris in the shaking incubator in the lab.

I discovered some broken tubes lying around in the incubator, so i had to clear the debris before the incubator broke down. As i was trying to pull out the remaining pieces, the shaker unit unexpectedly moved, and my thumb was jammed in between the unit and the wall.

Everything happened in a split second, and it took me a while to register what just happened.

The thought of losing my thumb was terrifying and the pain was excruciating.

(;_;)

update: the flesh under my thumb is turning slightly purple. i hope it's just a bruise.

riders

My current favourite game whenever i'm on the road is to spot riders.

If you're wondering who on earth are 'riders', it's a label given to those who ride the huge Harley Davidsons on the road, by the japanese people. So my dad and i would normally go yelling "R-A-I-D-A-R" whenever we spot one. It's our current form of entertainment so far.


And interestingly, i have spotted many riders on our local expressways. Mostly men in their 40s.

I wonder whether this is what we women like to call 'midlife crisis' for the men.

p.s. i thought it's ironical that the riders are generally in their mid forties because don't you think that the long handle grips are bad for their backs?