And so I opened my textbook...
...and decided i should blog since i'm bored already. :P
And then there's a knock on my door, delivering my much craved for chinese food. *swoon* I've been surviving on shit food, with the occassional feast of roast meat or pasta or pizza. Eating irregularly at 4pm or 10pm or eating nothing at all. 5 weeks of that is definitely enough and a feast of S$25.50 worth of chinese food is definitely well deserved. I get King Prawn Chow Mien (as they spell it), and 6 fried wan ton with sweet and sour sauce. *knees go weak, not that i'm standing up*
Ok. I just finished my lovely dinner and I'm exploding with chinese food. Although I continue to stuff myself with the leftovers. BURPS. and FARTS.
Anyway, I initially planned to write an amazing essay inspiring and stirring up feelings among Singaporeans. But I have decided that keeping things short and sweet is the way to go. Non non. Dont worry. It's not about 377A. Its over. I'll go back to Singapore to mutilate Thio Li Ann, but that's about it. What I want to talk about is about disabled people. As you all know, I've started working at the Arts Centre in my school. As like a Front of House, ticketing person. So there were some trainings I had to attend. And the last one was about disability.
The first thing that comes to mind upon the words "diabled people", is wheelchaired people. And blind people. Well, you guys are ALL WRONG. Not entirely, but, still wrong. Pfft. Apparently, there is a HUGE distinction between disability and impairment. And, An 'impairment' becomes 'disabling' in social and cultural context, and NOT because they're born with it (or not). These people become "disabled" BECAUSE the public does not cater to them. That is, the wheelchair user's inability to enter a building is due to the absence of a ramp, for example.
Well. With that said, Singapore is really shit, isnt it. With the circular stuff on the floor at MRT stations, that end when you reach outside the station. With brills on random walls.
In England, every door has this button that you press, and the door opens automatically. Although this is often used by normal (lazy) people. In England, there is a ramp, for every building. In England, at my Arts Centre, they have headsets to cater for the hearing impaired; they have sign language presenters for some shows, and they have extra large seats in the theatre for the fat people. In Singapore, if you're deaf, blind, or even fat, you're basically unable to enter the theatre. How bloody shit is that. The buses have RAMPS and specially allocated spaces for the wheelchair users. There is an ENTIRE carpark that is set aside SPECIALLY for disabled people. They are the priviledged here in England. No doubt a minority! WHY GAY PEOPLE CANT EVEN HAVE SEX IN SINGAPORE!?!?! Ahem. Sorry, I digress.
Ah well. That wasnt very short eh. Cant help it. I have developed the Old Woman Syndrome, and contracted the deadly disease that comes along - The Nag.
I fucking hate being in England, but there are certain things here that make me drop my head in shame for being Singaporean.
Watched a couple of Singapore films at the film festival at my school yesterday. My god. Singaporean filmakers are OBSESSED. OBSESSED OBSESSED OBSESSED. with old people. wtf. And Singapore Gaga REALLY didnt live up to its name. Boring, completely not insightful, nor artistic. Purely a (lame) presentation of things I ALREADY KNOW. Although there was a film by Kelvin Sng, that was a tribute to Japanese ultra-violent porn/cult films that was pretty good. Almost like hostel. Just with crap actors. And these directors complained about a small audience pool. I wonder WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. Dont get me wrong you know. I completely support local artists, which is why I criticise them when they disappoint me. Heh.
And then there's a knock on my door, delivering my much craved for chinese food. *swoon* I've been surviving on shit food, with the occassional feast of roast meat or pasta or pizza. Eating irregularly at 4pm or 10pm or eating nothing at all. 5 weeks of that is definitely enough and a feast of S$25.50 worth of chinese food is definitely well deserved. I get King Prawn Chow Mien (as they spell it), and 6 fried wan ton with sweet and sour sauce. *knees go weak, not that i'm standing up*
Ok. I just finished my lovely dinner and I'm exploding with chinese food. Although I continue to stuff myself with the leftovers. BURPS. and FARTS.
Anyway, I initially planned to write an amazing essay inspiring and stirring up feelings among Singaporeans. But I have decided that keeping things short and sweet is the way to go. Non non. Dont worry. It's not about 377A. Its over. I'll go back to Singapore to mutilate Thio Li Ann, but that's about it. What I want to talk about is about disabled people. As you all know, I've started working at the Arts Centre in my school. As like a Front of House, ticketing person. So there were some trainings I had to attend. And the last one was about disability.
The first thing that comes to mind upon the words "diabled people", is wheelchaired people. And blind people. Well, you guys are ALL WRONG. Not entirely, but, still wrong. Pfft. Apparently, there is a HUGE distinction between disability and impairment. And, An 'impairment' becomes 'disabling' in social and cultural context, and NOT because they're born with it (or not). These people become "disabled" BECAUSE the public does not cater to them. That is, the wheelchair user's inability to enter a building is due to the absence of a ramp, for example.
Well. With that said, Singapore is really shit, isnt it. With the circular stuff on the floor at MRT stations, that end when you reach outside the station. With brills on random walls.
In England, every door has this button that you press, and the door opens automatically. Although this is often used by normal (lazy) people. In England, there is a ramp, for every building. In England, at my Arts Centre, they have headsets to cater for the hearing impaired; they have sign language presenters for some shows, and they have extra large seats in the theatre for the fat people. In Singapore, if you're deaf, blind, or even fat, you're basically unable to enter the theatre. How bloody shit is that. The buses have RAMPS and specially allocated spaces for the wheelchair users. There is an ENTIRE carpark that is set aside SPECIALLY for disabled people. They are the priviledged here in England. No doubt a minority! WHY GAY PEOPLE CANT EVEN HAVE SEX IN SINGAPORE!?!?! Ahem. Sorry, I digress.
Ah well. That wasnt very short eh. Cant help it. I have developed the Old Woman Syndrome, and contracted the deadly disease that comes along - The Nag.
I fucking hate being in England, but there are certain things here that make me drop my head in shame for being Singaporean.
Watched a couple of Singapore films at the film festival at my school yesterday. My god. Singaporean filmakers are OBSESSED. OBSESSED OBSESSED OBSESSED. with old people. wtf. And Singapore Gaga REALLY didnt live up to its name. Boring, completely not insightful, nor artistic. Purely a (lame) presentation of things I ALREADY KNOW. Although there was a film by Kelvin Sng, that was a tribute to Japanese ultra-violent porn/cult films that was pretty good. Almost like hostel. Just with crap actors. And these directors complained about a small audience pool. I wonder WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. Dont get me wrong you know. I completely support local artists, which is why I criticise them when they disappoint me. Heh.
