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Monday, September 28, 2009

A Fistful of Colors

Rating:★★★★
Category:Books
Genre: Literature & Fiction
Author:Su-Chen Christine Lim
“Once a thing is remembered, it is seldom forgotten. It is remembered and recalled in different ways, and in a way which shapes and reshapes the past; the past as retold in stories shaped by the creative memory…” Christine Suchen Lim, A Fistful of Colors

If Christine Suchen Lim was a painter, I think Singapore would be painted with all hints of hue and color. However, she is a novelist, and it seemed as if a whole country for her would be depicted in a whole lot of colors: Babas, Hokkien Chinese, Hybrids, Indians and even Englishmen. Amidst this diversity lie the diverse problems that are always present in Asia: westernization, discrimination, colonial education and multiculturalism. A Fistful of Colors tells of the story of Suwen and of how her past and present became interwoven into the lives of her friends – all faced with the contradiction of distorted identities of race and culture. Indeed, it is true that at the time the novel was written, people of Singapore and Southeast Asia are faced with vast range of adversities. In this book, we will see how they as a people cope with these, and at the same time, how their characters have been shaped by the conditions that they have been in.

The characters of the story would seem to have been a product of a long process of what one of the characters called as cultural sculpting. Each of them show different facets of the cultural diversity of Singapore. They each have a different story to tell in each chapter that explore the little nation’s multi-faceted depth. Singapore started out as a country of mixed races, who follow sets of different traditions. The colonizers came into the country and gradually transformed their culture through different means – education, politics, even force. The author contextualized the characters based on their backgrounds. She has made the characters as an effective medium to portray socio-cultural history, especially in the case of Suwen and Nica.

The irony of their situation is that education does not liberate a person. In our context, education is seen as freeing ourselves from the clutches of traditions and superstitions. But here in the novel, the old ways still remain and are actually reinforced. Divisions between social strata and between ethnicities still plague “modern” Singapore. It is a conflict that finds expression in a continuing clash between the old traditions and modern ways. Suwen is not comfortable with marrying outside her race and the supposedly educated Mr. Sullivanignam still perpetrates the caste system.

The story opened with the image of the protagonist, the synthesizer of the stories of the novel. Suwen never knew her real father, and only came to live with her mother and step father when her stepfather’s mother died. Her mother fetched her bribed her grandmother and gave her the first mark of colonialism: the western doll. She then used to live with her mother and stepfather at the Ong mansion and had traumatic experiences of molestations from her step father and abuse from her grandmother. She set out to become an artist, wishing to find her identity and express herself through her medium. At the same time, she teaches at the university and maintains an unclear relationship with her Scottish colleague, Mark Campbell. She was only one of those many “like-minded English-educated malcontents,” professionals of Singapore. She and her friends, “swapped stories… grouse about the sanitized politics of Singapore, and dissect the plays they had attended and the paintings they had seen as they drank beer till the wee hours of the morning.”

It was a collection of various stories and various characters. Suwen’s stepfather’s father, the residents of the Ong mansion: Ong Tay Luck who never really had direct blood relations from the Ong family. Ong Tay Luck is the son of the concubine of Ong Ah Buck – who changed his surname to Ong for the sake of keeping the family name. Their family has become a product of the distorted history of the country. Another story is that of Nica’s. She was half-Indian and half-Chinese, and has been filled with issues in her family in terms of preferences in cultural traditions. She escaped the turmoil of her family to build her identity. She can be considered as a typical expat who has broken free from stifling tradition.

The book even touches upon the politics of art. Suwen feels oppressed as an artist. She was criticized by the authorities as painting unworthy pieces because her works were too abstract and westernized. The paintings supposedly betrayed their Singaporean roots. But she wanted to paint for herself, to express her passion and hate. The thing is, the history of their race has been a history of passion and hate. And she can never remove herself from the milieu.

An artist, a human being, is always part of her socio-cultural milieu. She always depicts that milieu’s biases and hopes. Even Suwen is not aware of it, saying that she wanted to paint for herself though she herself could not but help paint what composed her thoughts – the history of her roots, the history of her country. Contrary to this, Nica went as far as sculpting a nude white man to make a political statement. In her letter to Jan: “…It was art as a vengeance. One. The whites have exploited us, Asians; so I, in turn, exploited a white man. Two. The male has exploited the female body since time immemorial. So why was it shocking if a female artist exploits the male body?”

Today, Singapore is seen as calm collected business oasis. But it was forged from the blood, sweat and tears of the common man. Fistful of Colors depicted a particularly horrifying rickshaw strike-riot. While the author had Suwen, the artist, desire to paint for herself, it seems this does not apply to the author herself. She actually takes the authorities viewpoint on the strike; that it was more trouble than it was worth. Though this point-of-view is obscured by a mention at the end of the narrative that the strikers were to be pitied. It might have been obscured but since pity is the only thing that the author can offer to the strikers, she still upholds the talking points of the Singaporean elite.

Singapore is known as the melting pot. In A Fistful of Colors, this melting pot is deconstructed, exposed and painted as a melting pot of different contradictions and struggles, cultures and ideologies through the interwoven stories of the characters.

(With Carlo Pulido's editing powers. Acknowledged. Salamat.)

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Memories of Matsuko

Rating:★★★★★
Category:Movies
Genre: Drama
*** It was the last day of screening of Eiga Sai at the Shang, and I went to the last movie shown that day with some of my friends. Lucky that it was really a good one. It was an experimentation of different themes - what does it take to make life really meaningful, the concept of the tenet, God is love, how people rise if they fall, and of the appreciation of life no matter what position you are in.

I can call it a comedic tragedy, it had its way of making you laugh when tears would begin to fall -- funny antics popping out of dramatic scenes. It presented the beauty of life amidst despair. And only a naivete like Matsuko could achieve this appreciation of and contentment in life.

(More points to follow.... :P)

Memories of Matsuko (嫌われ松子の一生, Kiraware Matsuko no Isshō?, "Life of despised Matsuko") is a 2006 Japanese film written and directed by Tetsuya Nakashima. It is based on a Japanese novel by Muneki Yamada.

It has not yet received North American distribution, though in its North American premiere at the 2007 New York Asian Film Festival, the film received the Audience Award with an average rating of 9.2[1]

The story begins with Sho cleaning out the remaining belongings of his recently deceased aunt Matsuko. Sho gradually learns many details of his aunt's life, and it is through his investigations that the audience learns the story of Matsuko's past.

In the early 1970s, Matsuko was a popular school teacher. However, when one of her students (Ryu) committed a theft, and Matsuko took the blame for him, this had terrible consequences for her life.

The film also reveals some details of Matsuko's earlier life, including troubled childhood, when she struggled to gain the attention of her father. Matsuko's father's affection was mostly dominated by her chronically ill sister, which created an imbalanced rivalry where Matsuko's needs were less likely to be met.

Matsuko's relationships with men were generally troubled as well. She moved from relationship to relationship with men who gave her some inkling of affection, though it was often accompanied by abuse. She often found herself abandoned by the men she loved, who couldn't cope with her neediness. She continued to pursue her dreams of perfect love, even as her life spiraled down, and she found herself working as a prostitute, and even imprisoned.

When Matsuko met later in life with Ryu, whom she saved from the charges relating to his theft, she found that he held affection and admiration for her. She saw in him another chance for true love. But Ryu, by this time, was deeply entrenched in a criminal life. He decided that it would be best for him to disappear from her life, to protect her from the risks of life with a gangster. This final abandonment was disastrous for Matsuko, who never knew to what extent she impacted the lives of the men who loved her. (Wikipedia)

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Weird...

Maybe, for some reasons some dormers who stay in rooms overlooking the LRT-2 railways have been throwing their garbage at the tracks. Oh well, in that specific dormitory building x, each of these have been posted on the room doors:

"Throwing your garbage at the LRT Railways is strictly prohibited...blah blah blah..."

Well, once I saw it, I get the picture. I cannot be totally sure. But if my deductions are true, I don't know see any logic working on the idea that you have to throw your garbage at the railways...I believe that in that dormitory, there are trash bins reliable enough for the residents to throw theirs in and there is no need for them to scatter and dirty the railways with it.

Probably, trip lang.
Parang pagdidikit ng bubble gum sa ilalim ng arm chair kahit break time naman at walang teacher na pipigil sa paglalakad mo papunta sa sulok na may basurahan.

Sheer problem concerning discipline and culture... You know...

***

Masaya magcommute.
Knowing MRT and LRT routes are sisiw.
Actually there are faster and less-time consuming ways to get to places without the use of these things.

After college, I did not move out. So i have been living in the same place for years already. That includes not staying with my parents, and looking after myself.

Staying in the city for so long, I've known tons and tons of jeepney routes like guadalupe-paco and perdigon-nagtahan. Where they pass through and where'd they take you; say when you ride the Paco Jeep, you get off paco and get to makati by riding the guadalupe jeep.. I knew main roads: Quirino, Aurora, R Magsaysay... Nagtahan connects quirino and r magsaysay, and if you'd go beyond R Magsaysay from Nagtahan, you'll get straight to Lacson... minor roads, even eskinitas like Dominga and the one parallel to Legards, that connects Mendiola to Baste... Fly overs along edsa, how to get to NLEX or SLEX... Damn I forgot to say that I used to see SLEX in a daily basis back in my High School and Grade School days..

I love commuting...
And I would also love to drive, and discover easier shortcuts to help me navigate through this city. And the countryside. :)

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Powell's Five Levels of Communication (Simply Said)

from "Why Am I Afraid to Tell You Who I Am?" by John Powell (Niles, IL: Argus Communications, 1969)


Powell suggests that people are afraid to tell you who they REALLY are because you may not like them. . .thus, we reveal ourselves in "levels" or stages:

The lowest level is cliché.
"Hi, how are you?" "Whazzup?"

It really isn't a cliché in the definitive way, but it is a rote pattern of speaking. Do you really care how someone is when you say: "Hi, how are you?" Does a person on the street stop to respond in detail when you say this?

The second level is reporting about others.
"How do you think the Cowboys will do this year?" "Dunno, but how about Jerry Jones' face lift. He looks like a lizard."

This does not reveal anything personal about ourselves. It is simply a slightly more complex mode of communicating with others; we could call it "water fountain" conversation.
The third level is judgment.
"Joe Blow is a moron, and if you don't agree, you're one too.
At this level, two people in a communication mode are able to express themselves, but one or the other does not pursue the expression with evidence or backup. Or, one or the other could decide to end the conversation by calling the other a name.

The fourth level is gut level.

Describe this kind of communication. This usually occurs between two people who know each other well and do not worry about convention. It usually involves judgment plus evidence or justification. The two people, called a dyad, come to conclusions through mutual satisfaction.

The highest level is PEAK.

Describe this kind of communication. This level occurs between two people involved in a marriage or a significant relationship. People in this relationship seem to know intuitively what each other thinks.