Reviews, Reflections, Recollections

Just a blog filled with my usual irreverent observations about life and all that.

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enjoys reading and is perpetually trying to find space for all of the books he owns in his room. He also enjoys films, and in particular, going to the cinema. Although a self-confessed trivia buff, reports that he is an insufferable know-it-all are completely unfounded. He enjoys a nice glass of tipple now and then, be it a pint of beer, a glass of wine or a single malt whisky.

Friday, April 29, 2005

Life, The Universe and Everything

It was another quiet day for the most part. Did pop by Borders and bumped into a few friends, in particular Gregory, a fellow Singaporean PPEist and Stefano Mariani, who used to attend squad practices regularly and was on the University Challenge champion team from Corpus Christi. It was nice chatting to them. Ordered a couple more books off my reading list which will arrive in a week, and despite this I still get 20% off for them which is nice!
There was a sneak preview of the Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy, so I managed to get some people out to watch it including Katie M, Jon Ayling, Sam Geen and some other Trinity people as well as Laurel and a friend of hers whom she had met for dinner. It was quite a faithful adaptation of the books and was definitely quite funny though it tended to drag in the middle. I especially loved how they did Marvin the Robot as well as Beetlebrux, the President of the Galaxy.

Other than that, tried and failed to make much headway into an essay about the causes of the first world war. Also, decided not to go for choir practice in the afternoon, the time of which was spent in a long conversation with Sam Geen - so much for tackling some of the reading for my essay! Thus is Oxford life.

Currently reading: The Red Badge of Courage by Stephen Crane. I have decided to start on a general series of novels relating to the theme of 'war' this term, having started off (on a whim) with Tim O'Brien's book. This is considered a classic of War Literature, especially in terms of dealing with the psychological effects of warfare on a person. I have gotten through about half of it right now, and it certainly is a very interesting novel, full of acute observations of human nature and warfare, something all the more impressive for the fact that Crane had never himself been through any military training or experienced warfare firsthand. I have been finding the author's writing style a bit stilted and dull however, and I have not been able to really get 'into' the book, or get a real feel for it. Perhaps I have become to accustomed to modern war literature, and the style of such writers as O'Brien which tends towards the more personal, first person accounts rather than the way Crane writes which is strictly third person, and often observational. Still, I will wait till I finish it for a full assesment, and it is still a worthwhile read within the genre.

Thursday, April 28, 2005

A Short Account of the Week: Dinner, Party and Play

Its been a few days since I last blogged, so here is a summary of events. The past fews day have been rather unproductive. I have not really managed to get very much done, and it has been a mixture of just staying around in my room, reading and randomly surfing the internet, or else hanging about in the college bar and the common room, which in itself is not totally useless, but somehow seems to be a waste in the context of the multitude of things that one can do in Oxford.

With regards to last weekend, the evenings were occupied firstly by a dinner at YY's place which was an early reunion of sorts for all the people who went on the trip to Ecuador. YY and Mary cooked us a wonderful meal, and we also got a great chance to take a look at the edited video that YY did which was also really fantastic. We definitely owe him a debt of gratitude for all the fantastic work that he has put in. Sunday night was the birthday of Sam, a friend from the Quiz Society. I went down with a number of medics from Trinity who knew her since Sam is a medic is well. It was a nice party, as she had booked out the entire Grand Cafe on High Street, and I met some fun people. Though I did enjoy myself, I was forced to come to the conclusion once again, that I am perhaps just not the best person in terms of making small talk. I do tend to find large gatherings, with large numbers of people whom I do not know tiresome after awhile. I think that I work much better and build up my friendships through long term contacts - going round a room fist pumping, remembering names, is just something that I don't find at all fascinating, or do very well.

Tuesday invovled my first tutorial with Dr James Piscatori for Middle East politics. I must say that I was quite intimidated as Dr Piscatori is a big expert on the Middle East, and I definitely felt that the essay that I had written was not very good. I was greatly surprised and very much relieved to find that he was a wonderful tutor, very encouraging and endlessly patient, and I greatly enjoyed the tutorial and definitely look forward to a term's work with him. I also met my other tutor for IR in the era of the two world wars for the first time, and though he seemed very enthusiastic, he seems to expect quite a lot from me, and set me an essay for the coming friday immediately.

One other thing I did was to review a Harold Pinter play - The Lover for BBC Oxford. It was definitely an interesting, if puzzling play, and very much typically Pinter. The review is available at http://www.bbc.co.uk/oxford/stage/2005/04/the_lover.shtml for those who are interested in reading it. I must admit that I found it very difficult to write out even a short review of the play, and I did look at the opinions of some other critics with regards to the play in my writing of it, neither of which bodes well for my career ambition (or should I say dream) of being a movie, book and arts critic.

One bad thing: Borders had a 20% off student discount day. Damage done quite significant including Tim O'Brien's The Things They Carried, James Joll's Europe After 1870 (which to be fair is on my reading list), David Mitchell's Ghostwritten, An Introduction to the Philosophy of Religion (which I might be doing next year), and Roy Jenkins monumental biography of Gladstone which I had been meaning to get for a long while.

Also, I got my Political Sociology collection back and was presently surprised that I did not do too badly, despite minimal revision. I got an average of about 64 which is a decent 2:1 and that mostly because I messed up one essay, with two of them getting pretty good marks.
Currently Reading: Amaryllis Night and Day by Russell Hoban. I randomly picked it up at at the Oxford Union library and read it in an evening. It was definitely a very lyrical book and explored the lines that we have been dreams and reality. Despite working with a theme which had been explored countless times, the book still seemed relatively fresh, which was definitely a credit to Hoban. It is also quite apt that I read this just the day before seeing the Pinter play which deals with the fine line between reality and imagination, albeit in a much darker context.

Sunday, April 24, 2005

On Collections

Had a collection yesterday on political theory which went relatively well. I did questions on equality, liberty and the relationship between power and authority - on the whole concepts that I am quite comfortable with. I did run out of time and didn't manage to finish my last essay, but considering that I hadn't done a whole lot of revision for it, I am pleased for the most part with how it went. Unfortunately, I have another collection on political sociology tomorrow morning.

I met Laurel for lunch today in St Catz. It was nice to see her again after the Easter break. I also bumped into many of my St Catz friend, Holger, Natascha, Jonathan Bailey and Adele as well as Matthew, which was really nice indeed.

Today, I had another collection on Political Sociology, which went pretty good, all things considered. The revision that I was hoping to do didn't really materialize, but I still managed half decent essays on class voting, power and new social movements, though I couldn't remember a whole lot of empirical studies. Still, I was just glad that the collections are over and done with.

Currently Reading: Into Thin Air, an account of a commercial expedition that goes horribly wrong, with 6 people dying on Everest in a single day. It seems an appropriate read since I have just come back from Ecuador, having climbed 5 mountains there.

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Lazy Summer Days and Review of If I Die In A Combat Zone

Today was one of those lazy summer days. The weather was still a bit chilly, but the sun had come out, so there were students out in force on the lawns, some lazing about, some reading. An attempt at croquet was made, involving leisurely strolling about, languidly knocking the coloured balls about. So I took out the bottle of white wine that had been chilling in the fridge, and some glasses, and my file full of political theory notes, and brought them down to the lawns, and sat there sipping my wine, watching the others loll about, attempting to ponder the topics of justice, and equality, and political obligation and power. There is just something about summer days that seem to make everything else pointless in comparison.

Currently reading: If I Die In A Combat Zone by Tim O'Brien. It is an account of the author's time as a foot soldier in Vietnam, and it is marvellously lyrical account that is at once brutally real yet achingly beautiful. Certainly for me, as someone who has been conscripted, there is much I can identify with (though I never did see combat as he did.) One passage in particular stands out, as the author speaks of his struggles in deciding whether to allow himself to be conscripted: "But I submitted. All of the personal history, all the midnight conversations and books and beliefs and learning were crumpled by abstentation, exstinguished by forfeiture, by a sort of sleepwalking default. It was no decision, no chain of ideas or reasons that steered me into the war." Tim O'Brien is a definite master of evocating the minute details of the foot soldier's life in Vietnam - from the fear of stepping on landmines, the heat, night ambushes, indeterminable waits, he has a fine ear for dialogue, for the right mixture of description and self-reflection.

His book however is not a justification. As he himself says, he would have felt good to make this a moral lesson, a warning to his brother and others to say no to wars and other battles, but with his the lucid circumspection that is the hallmark of his book he notes: "can the foot soldier teach anything important about war, merely for having been there? I think not. He can tell war stories." This, Tim O'Brien certainly does very well indeed.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Relaxing, Unproductive Days

It has been another couple more relaxing, though rather unproductive days. It was quite nice to see everyone back again, and the past two days have provided ample opportunity to catch up on what everyone has been doing over Easter. One thing that has come up repeatedly has been comments about how tanned I am, though I am doubtful how long this will last in the UK with its distinct lack of sunshine. All this catching up has meant that the past few days have been thoroughly unproductive though.

Spent some time browsing in bookshops again, which is turning out to be a very dangerous pastime. Borders is having a very nice 3 for 2 offer on again, with many good history and fiction books on sale. I must admit to having purchased the following: Jeffrey Sachs The End of Poverty, a book on Napolean's 1812 march on Russia, David Starkey's The Six Wives of Henry VI, The Electric Michaelangelo by Sarah Hall, Armaggedon by Max Hastings and Shall I Die in a Combat Zone by Tim O'Brien. And Yes, I know I have too many books already, and yes, I am planning to read all of them someday.....

Saturday, April 16, 2005

Haywired Sleep Cycles, Packing and Eating Out

Today was another quiet day. I still have not managed to get my sleep cycle back on track since coming back from South America and it means that I am generally sleeping between the hours of 5am and 12 noon. Definitely not a good thing, and I will try to slowly correct it before the start of term. I did attend a talk about the Booker Prize, which was interesting if only for the fact that the members of the panel were all former prize judges, with one of them being the chair of this year's prize. The chief point of interest for me was to see how exactly the decision process went, which was in itself a very fascinating thing. Attending the talk also underlined my admiration for the judges, many of whom had to read 130 odd books in a similar number of days to decide the longlist.

I also finally got my room back today, which has been very nice. It was a great feeling unpacking all of my books and arranging them on the shelves. However, a corollary to this is that I realize now that it will be an absolute nightmare for me at the end of term, as I have accumulated far far too many things, and it will be all but impossible to store all of this stuff, not to mention that it is going to take a great deal of effort to move all of it to the loft!
I met up with Charles and later Peter for dinner tonight and we went to the Oriental Condor, interestingly enough my first time there. The food was surprisingly good, and I will definitely go back again. Speaking of culinary matters, I tried out the Old Orleans restaurant on George Street last night and it was definitely disappointing, and hardly worth the 13 pound bill. I eat out FAR too often, and it is definitely expensive here in Oxford, but I always make the excuse to myself of the lack of kitchen facilities in college, not to mention my lack of culinary skills to begin with.

Friday, April 15, 2005

Oxford Literary Festival: Animal Testing and Migration

It has been a quiet few days since I got back from my Easter holidays which were spent in Ecuador and the Galapagos islands, an account of which I will give in a seperate entry shortly. I can only write with amazement at how stupendously easy it is for the hours to fly past when one does not plan anything to fill the day, be it spent idly surfing the net, or just idling in general. Still, it has been nice to genuinely have two days or so of complete rest and relaxation involving nothing too strenous. I will finally be able to move back into my rooms in college from tomorrow, after staying in a guest room for the past two days or so. It will be quite refreshing to be able to unpack early, before everyone arrives and hopefully to be able to finally knuckle down to some revision for my collections as well as some general reading for the term ahead.

One thing that has been going on here is the Oxford Literary Festival, with many interesting speakers coming down to give talks on a whole variety of subjects. I have attended two talks so far, one being a debate on animal testing and another one featuring a theme on 'migration' which featured three distinguished authors, one of whom had written a history of migration in Britain and another of whom was Hari Kunzru, who had gained a great deal of plaudits for his debut novel, The Impressionist, and some noteriety for rejecting a prize the book was awarded on the grounds that one of its cheaf sponsors - a british paper the Sunday Mail - had a distinctly anti-immigration editorial stance.

The animal testing talk was certainly quite interesting, and indeed merely sitting within the Union debating chamber, sensing the reactions of the audience that was present to the points that were being made, one could instinctively sense what a divisive issue this was. I had chosen to attend this debate in part due to the long running controversy over the building of a new animal testing facility within the University, something that has prompted numerous protests down Broad Street. On the whole though, I found that the debate was not really that instructive, in particular breaking down over the usual fault lines.

One of the panelists used the oft-repeated argument in the special nature of human beings and the idea of fundamental human difference trumping any possible rights that animals might have. However, that was problematic for a number of reasons - as one audience member pointed out, part of what is special about human beings, besides our cognitive ability, is our ability to feel compassion to fellow creatures, to instinctively seek to help those that are weaker and in need of aid, and should this not include animals, especially those with similar capacities to feel pain? Also, he seriously ran the risk of sounding rhethorical and seemed to advance the line that human beings are just fundamentally different from animals because they just are - they have to capacity to think, to dream, to advance human society. But he often seemed to take this as a given fact and expected all of us to as well - "anyone who doubts that humans are not special have lost that intrinsic faith in humanity, that faith in our ability to dream, to believe, to progress" or something in that ilk. But is that really such an easy assumption to make? Precious little evidence was offered why we should accept this. Certainly in terms of DNA, scientists have proven that we differ less then 3% in evolutionary terms from some species of ape such as the bonobo. Even if we were to take cognitive ability as a marker, things would still be problematic, as Peter Singer argued that to do so would mean that we had to logically accept that certain animals, such as Giant Apes could have more rights that babies, since they seem to have greater cognitive capacity in a one to one comparison at a given point in time.

However, the positions that many of the others advanced was no less attractive. One of the other panelists, a member of a group committed to trying to find alternatives to experimentation without animals, tried to straddle the fence, but found himself sitting on a thorny hedge. He claimed that "animal testing was morally wrong because it caused pain but not carry out these vital experiments, especially if it had the capacity to save large numbers of lives (such as in the case of testing a drug) would also be morally wrong." As such, we were stuck on two seperate horns of a dilemma and had to decide which course of action was less wrong and thus undertake that course. As attractive as that sounds, an admission of guilt (that animal testing is wrong) and his attempt to wriggle free from the question by saying that we are forced by circumstances to carry out something that is morally questionable does not really help us all that much. A parallel to this form of argument is the classic example of a man in WWII hiding a jew in his attic, and finds a gestapo officer knocking at his door. He surely must lie to the officer (even if to do so would be in a sense, morally wrong) in order to avert the greater evil of having the Jew captured by the Gestapo. But does this same reasoning apply in the case of animal testing as well?

The problem of course is this: what if we were to replace animals with humans, say convicted criminals, would that then justify us being able to use the purported benefits that testing drugs on them as a trump for the suffering and pain and risk that they would undergo in such testing? Of course not, almost everyone would reply, for it is morally unconscionable to act in such a way, and furthermore to do so without the given consent of another person, even if he is a convicted criminal. But, if we are admittedly unwilling to test anything on any human (without consent) even if there are enormous, calculable benefits to such testing being carried out (which is not always the case), then why should this not be the case with animals as well? They are clearly unable to give their consent. The fallback argument would then go along the lines we have looked at above - that animals are fundamentally different from human beings, with all the associated difficulties that line of reasoning entails.

This is not to say that I am about to take up arms and become an animal rights activist. Far from it. In fact, I think that as animal testing goes, researchers and scientists have improved a great deal in the way in which they treat animals, as well as ensuring that pain (whenver possible) is minimized and suffering is reduced. Far worse goes on daily in terms of the cattle and poultry industries in terms of animal cruelty. That is not to say that absolves these scientists or even that animal testing is morally right, but clearly as a philosophical problem, it is something that it intensely problematic (like most philosphical problems in general!). This might sound very amoral of me, but perhaps what we should do is admit that the evolutionary hand that we have been dealt has meant that man is the dominant species, and as such, there is an innate selfishness that leads us to look out for human interest above all else, and gives us the ability to use (and perhaps abuse) animals in contravening their welfare to our own advantage. Perhaps, what we do is morally in a sense wrong, and utterly selfish, but an inevitable fact given the current evolutionary circumstances. Given this line of reasoning, one can only hope that all those tales of Extra-terrestorials that are more advanced than us, UFOs (and abductions) and the like are not true, for goodness knows what tests a more advanced alien species would be able to carry out on us!

The other talk I attended was on migration - another thorny issue, especially given that it is one of the major topics of concern now that an election has been called. On the whole, though, it was a rather less heated discussion. One key point about migration brought up and discussed was the particular difficulty a migrant has either in trying to conform to society (becoming more English than the English like they said of Lee Kuan Yew) and how far one can achieve this, or indeed hunkering down into his own little community, attempting to preserve one's own values, at the risk of feeling a sense of alienation. Another possibility which was explored was that of trying to bridge those two opposites, if indeed such a seemingly contradictory position were indeed possible. One of the writers gave the personal anecodote of his great-uncle Nat, a jewish immigrant from a small village near the Russia-Poland-Belarus border, who tried to balance his Jewish heritage and his support for the Zionist cause with his intention to remain a true British subject in every sense of the word, difficult as this may be. With the increasing movement of peoples brought about by Globalization, many of whom retain a strong link to their native countries and cultures, this need to straddle the fence may become increasingly prevalent.

Another topic that was discussed in some detail was the inevitable tension that arises between the so-called 'natives' of a country with regards to immigrants. One interesting point that was raised was that as a political issue, immigration seemed to provoke intense feelings in precisely the areas which paradoxically had among the least immigration in the country. Another interesting point that was raised by Hari Kunzru was how quickly things can change over the generation - he spoke of the Indians living in South London who were immigrants just a generation before feeling threatened by a wave of Somalis that were settling in their neighbourhoods.

One way the talk did stand out was through the number of brilliantly quixotic anecdotes. Among the gems was the fact that Protestant Hugenots who were expelled from France migrated to London, where many of them became weavers, some of whom perfected a red dye that was used to make the cardinals hat and vestments for the Catholic Church! Another jewel was the revelations that both Michael Howard's father and grandfather were illegal immigrants into the country, a nice irony considering his no holds barred rhethoric on illegal immigration. Many were used to illustrate points though, one being the debate about skilled immigrants and using a point system to rank their 'desirability' according to such things as education, labour shortages etc. One panellist, who said he disliked any such system illustrated the case of Marcus Mark, a Polish immigrant who could not speak any english and set up a vegetable cart in London distinctive for its sign which read "Don't ask - it's all one penny!" He of course went on to found Marks and Spencers, certainly now as British an establishment as they come.

Thursday, April 14, 2005

Hilary Term 2005 Summary

It was an interesting term to say the least. I ended up doing Political Theory and Political Sociology as my two papers. I only took up the latter one after receiving an email from my tutor on the first day of term informing me that he was unable to find a tutor to teach me International Relations in the Era of the Two World Wars, which was what I had been planning on doing. This was rather annoying to say the least. I greatly enjoyed Political Theory, as it involved exploring concepts like Democracy, Justice, Equality and Liberalism, concepts which are common in our everyday usage but of which we do not have as clear a conception of as we assume we do. Doing Political Theory greatly aided me in clarifying my understanding of these concepts and also allowed a great deal of room for debate and discussion in tutorials which I greatly enjoyed. Political Sociology, on the other hand, I found a great deal more dull. I didnot particularly enjoy the course which I found rather dry and insubstantial.

One of the interesting things that I started doing this term was Ballroom Dancing. I had decided to pick it up socially, but after attending one free introductory class I was shoe-horned (albeit rather voluntarily) into going for some beginner's team practice sessions due an enormous shortage of male dancers. Low and behold I soon found myself on the team, with one term less experience than everyone else. I was extremely lucky to find a wonderful partner in Juliet from St Hughes for the whole term. I realize I was 'lucky' in several ways - firstly, I am not the tallest person in the world (to put it rather mildly), even by Singaporean standards and English girls tend to be taller than the average Singaporean girl, so it was rather nice to find a partner that was shorter than me even when she was wearing two inch heels! Besides that, we got along smashingly, although we both share the character traits of being rather disorganized and clueless, besides having terrible short term memories, which was of no help in terms of being able to learn our routines. Still, Ballroom dancing was a very interesting experience, with the highlight that of dancing at two different competitions - at Sheffield and more importantly, at the Winter Gardens at Blackpool, one of the most famous dance venues in the world.

I also did some more singing this term, albeit not much with the Trinity choir. I was in a performance of Stainer's Cruxifiction with the Keble choir, which was quite fun to do, the only disappointment being the fact that only about 15 people turned up to watch it. A more interesting endeavour on my part was that in a fit of craziness, I decided to put up a performance as part of Trinity Arts Week, where I was to do a lunchtime recital of duets. I roped in Laurel and Juliet to sing them with me and performed The Prayer, Something Stupid, Sun and Moon from Miss Saigon, Come What May from Moulin Rouge and A Little Fall of Rain from Les Miserables. Juliet also did On My Own from Les Miserables and Laurel did All the Love in the World from A Beautiful Mind. It was my first time performing more or less solo in front of an audience, and it was a rather frightening experience, and it did involve quite a bit of preperation, but I really enjoyed the experience and in my opinion it was thoroughly worth it.

In line with my interest in Quizzes and my heavy involvement in quizzing in Oxford, I captained my college Quiz team to the quarter-finals of the inter-college quiz tournament where we lost to eventual champions St John's, not being aided by the fact that two of our team members could not make it for that match. I also completed the application form for a place on University Challenge, a famous television quiz programme, and received word that we have been scheduled for an interview next term and thus have a fair chance of making it on the show.

The term also had its fair share of nice dinners. Among them, I had guest night in college with Laurel and Janet, my fellow Jardine scholar. I also had a guest night dinner at St Catz which was wonderful as many of my Catz friends as well as my MUN friends attended - Holger, Laura, Natascha, Marc, Matthew, Leo, Anjli, Laurel, Krizia, Saul - it was reunion of sorts, which was definitely fun. Besides this, I also had hall at Merton with Krizia and Jia who is a friend of Laurel's as well as at Christ Church at the invitation of Leo, this being part of the grand plan to dine in as many Oxford halls as possible. Another big dinner was the Dancesport club's annual dinner and dance, which was definitely good fun, I especially had a great time free dancing with Kathrin Kortschak after the dinner.

Febuary being when chinese new year occured this year, I had the usual Jardine chinese new year's dinner which was very nice as usual. I also organized a chinese new year dinner for the Asians in college at Liason which was good fun, though only four people showed up for it. The highlight for the term though must definitely be the dinner I had with Laurel at Gee's restaurant just before Valentine's Day - Gee's is definitely one of the nicest restaurants in the city, and is located in a former conservatory, with glass windows, and candle tables. The service was impeccable and the food was good, though being such a nice restaurant, the bill was suitably daunting as well, though for me it was definitely worth it.

Other events of note for the term: I went down to London as usual for LIMUN 2005 which was a bit of a disappoint organization wise, but was good fun as usual. I was representing DPRK for the second year in a row, and Chris Kyriacou made a huge pile of hilarious stickers again stating such things as "don't annoy us or we will go ballistic" and "DPRK baby!", which proved a real hitl. Me and Laurel threw an end of term Wine, Cheese and Chocolate party on Wednesday of 8th week which was really good fun until it got shut down by the junior dean. College rules being really nonsensical in that respect - apparently if you have more than 10 people in your room it is considered a party which is not allowed, but if you have less ten then it is not. I am glad he was quite patient with me so I managed to reduce the number to the point when it was no longer a party - I jokingly told him it was now a 'study group'.

Christmas 04/05 Summary

This holiday was divided up neatly into two portions neatly truncated by Christmas. The first part of the holiday, from about the 14th of December till the 23rd of December was spent in Spain with Adrian Li, a friend who is studying at the LSE (and my source of temporary housing whenever I am visiting London). We spent the time in Barcelona and Madrid, with a day out at Monserrat, after shelving plans to go to Andalucia and Southern Spain. Among the wonderful things that we did in that holiday were see Barcelona's Gothic quarter, the Sagrada Familia, walk along Las Ramblas the famous Barcelona shopping avenue, visit Park Guell which was also designed by Gaudi, see the Picasso museum and the Foundation Miro, walk up to the old fort atop Montjuic. In Madrid, went to the Santiago Bernabeu the home of Real Madrid, visited the Prado as well as the modern Art gallery where we saw Picasso's Guernica, as well as visit the royal palace among other things.

I greatly enjoyed Barcelona - it was a city with a great mish-mash of architechtural styles, from the cramped streets of its old quarter to the sudden explosion of a random Gaudi or other art nouveau building at a street corner - every bit of it was interesting. In Barcelona you did not find the drab grey concrete blocks that typified so much of 1960s architechture and which is so ever-present in cities with London a prime example. Over the few days there, I fully came to appreciate Gaudi's genius, the crowning glory of which was undoubtedly the Sagrada Familia. That itself was truly one of the most awe-inspiring buildings I have ever seen in my lifetime - the scale of it was immense, but more telling was the scale of the imagination that must have conceived it. Its facade, with its organic pillars, one of the portions completed by Gaudi was truly amazing, something dreamlike bordering on a nightmare. They say that as of now, it is only half completed. As I have said since my visit there, I can only hope and pray that they finish it within my lifetime, and if it were to be the case that I have to be wheeled into the building, aged 80 and to frail to stand, then I would still do so, just for the pleasure of being able to stand in its centre, illuminated by the natural light that will stream in, illuminated by Gaudi's genius.

Another interesting experience, albeit of a much different kind was the Youth Hostel that we stayed in while we were in Madrid which had its own bar, and even had a vending machine that dispensed beer - now that I definitely approve of! This was in sharp contrast to the one we stayed in when we were in Barcelona, which was significantly more dull. Madrid was rather crazy. One night that will definitely stand out involved a bunch of us going out to a club, followed by a trip to a late night bar. At the bar, I met a local Spaniard who was hosting an artist friend from Galway, Ireland. After the late night bar closed (at some ridiculous hour like 5am) the two of them decided to head out to another bar and I went off with them. What followed was that the local guy brought us to what seemed like a blank wall along a street, which in fact contained a peephole - a door was then opened and we were allowed inside and found ourselves in another bar, completele with counter and chock full with late night drinkers, completely illegal of course. Afterwards, we headed back to his flat, as no evening out, or so they claimed, would be complete without Churios and milk. The churios were procured straight out of the oven from a bakery which had not even opened, thanks to my Spanish friend knowing the baker. It was a surreal moment, sitting in his flat, a complete stranger just hours before, dipping churios into hot cocoa, but an unforgettable moment of Spanish hospitality.

I spent Christmas in London with Adrian. It was a rather quiet affair, but there was a party on Christmas day which was a gathering of over 30 Singaporeans, all of whom were 'refugees' in London, having decided to stay for the winter break and not return home. Later on there was another party at Stella's place, a friend of mine from Oxford who was now doing her Master's in London. The 5 days in London also provided a nice break and a chance to go on a movie watching spree. The one good thing about Christmas in the UK is that they show lots of excellent movies on the television, perhaps in anticipation of the fact that the entire public transportation system and indeed everything shuts down for the day. I watched Citiizen Kane (which I have always been meaning to see) on the television, along with the original version of the Manchurian Candidate (with Sinatra in a starring role no less) as well as watching Singin' in the Rain again, and a filmed West End production of Kiss Me Kate. I also saw The Aviator and Garden State at the cinema.

On the 28th of December, I flew off to Berlin, where I was to spend the New Year's with Natascha Braumann, a friend from St Catherine's College in Oxford and someone I knew from the time we spent together doing Model United Nations stuff. Along for the ride were Matthew and Marc, two of Holger's ex-house mates who were also from Catz, as well as Mathilde Piard, from St Andrews University, whom I had first met at World MUN in Sharm El Sheik Egypt and who was co-chair with me and Natascha on the Crisis Committee at OxiMUN in October. All in all it was really wonderful. Natascha had a lovely three story house outside of Berlin (in fact closer to Potsdam) with the entire top floor given over to a guest room, and her family were the most wonderful hosts. Her mom in particular seemed determined to feed the lot of us endlessly, something that I personally had no objection to! I arrived earlier than the rest and went to see the Pergammon museum which had many Egyptian and Near-Eastern antiquities including the Ishtar Gate of Babylon. We also went to see the Museum of Photography which had an interesting exhibition of the work of Helmut Newton, as well as a modern Art museum. The next few days were spent exploring Berlin, including the uber-modern Sony centre, strolling down the Unter-der-Linden, visiting the Reichstag, the Berlin museum, the Checkpoint Charlie museum, the Brandenburg Gate as well as spending a day going round Frederick the Great's palaces in Potsdam. The highlight must definitely have been spending New Year's Eve out in Berlin at the area near the Brandenburg Gate, along with about 150,000 other revellers, and singing Auld Lang Syne at midnight, much to the bemusement of the Berliners around us.

On the 3rd of January, we all packed into Natascha's van and she drove us all down to stay with Holger Wilms, who lived in a small town near Dusseldorf. Over the next few days we got to visit Cologne and Dusseldorf, with the highlight undoubtedly being Cologne's magnificent Gothic cathedral. Once again, I stayed slightly longer than the rest and I managed to use that time to meet up with Jason, a friend from college who stayed in Cologne. I also went to two art museums in Cologne, and managed to catch an Edward Hopper exhibition which included all his most famous works, in paricular "Nightwings" and "Gas" which was supposed to have been an inspiration for Hitchcock in making the movie Psycho. I greatly enjoyed Hopper's art - his realist style appealed to me - so it was a fine coincidence that I was there at the time having missed the exhibition when I was in London.

050105 - It seems odd to add this comment now, but there is a memory that has stayed with me and that is sitting in Adrian's flat watching Singin' in the Rain. It came to that classic scene where he is dancing through the rain, full of complete happiness because he is in love, a moment that cannot but bring a smile to the face of anyone who sees it. That scene made me think of KS and my family back home in Singapore and almost brought a tear to my eye - surely the only occasion that I know of that someone felt sad seeing that scene in the movie!

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

New Resolutions, New Resolve

I must admit that it is a very difficult task to keep resolutions. Nonetheless, I shall attempt to make - and keep - a new resolution. Fittingly enough in this context, the resolution is to maintain my blog regularly from now onwards.

I rather regret the fact that I have not been able to maintain many of my previous blogs, especially when I think about all that has happened in the intervening months - be they momentous or mundane. That, if anything, was a major prompting for a fresh start.

Although I am still relatively ambivalent about diaries, there are several reasons why I have decided to make a renewed effort at keeping this online journal. Firstly, I have realized how out of touch I am with a great many of my friends and relatives back home, many of whom I have not spoken to in a long while, and this journal will provide a means by which they can keep track of what I am doing, if only in a very impersonal way. This might undoubtedly seem rather narcissistic, and to a degree it certainly is, but the practical value to me makes it worth it, and I must admit that I have never been one to shy away from expressing his thoughts or views openly to begin with.

An added incentive of course, is that keeping such a journal is a great means of forcing myself to write, besides being a record of my own personal thoughts. If I intend at all to become a journalist, and that is an option that I have not ruled out, then it would be greatly advantageous to have practice in synthesizing and setting down my thoughts and opinions regularly. Also, on a more personal note, I think it will be interesting at some level for me to look back, something in the future at what I have written here - something to reflect and laught about when I am older, and hopefully wiser.