@#$@#RANTS


Goodness. This is a real blow to me knowing I have colleagues in other schools with such atrocious English. Haaaack.

Taken from the New Paper.

You will be penalised for making grammatical errors in your English exam paper, but what if your English teacher makes such errors in setting the paper?

That’s what happened at a neighbourhood school in the west, where errors were found in a Secondary 3 Express English examination paper.

Students were given the following instructions when asked to write a speech:

“The speech is intended to serve as an encourage and inspiration for your fellow schoolmates. Write a speech to clearly sharing your success story and what advice would you offer to your school mates.”

The school’s principal has acknowledged that the English teacher made a mistake.

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Off to Nanjing in a couple of weeks for a school trip. It’ll be moderately cool (right now temps are at 24deg C, but they are likely to drop 5-10 degrees in the next two weeks – brrr) and it’s something I really need – to get away from the heat of Singapore. Is it just me or is it bloody sweltering here while the rest of the world (bar Australia, I suppose) is happily throwing snowballs at each other? Bah. I actually miss the freeziness of Europe’s winter. At least I could sip lovely hot spiced ciders all day long. Here I’m just sitting under the fan in an air-conditioned room stark naked sipping iced Fuji Apple.

Of course, it’s the perfect timing for our van’s A/C to break down, so it did.

Would the sister mail some New York snow here please?

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Roman Polanski is a despicable person and should face up to justice instead of whining like a spoilt brat and hiding behind the admiration of a world too besotted by celebrity to understand that no one, not even the Pope, should ever get away with abusing a child like that.

Roman Polanski raped a child. Let’s just start right there, because that’s the detail that tends to get neglected when we start discussing whether it was fair for the bail-jumping director to be arrested at age 76, after 32 years in “exile” (which in this case means owning multiple homes in Europe, continuing to work as a director, marrying and fathering two children, even winning an Oscar, but never — poor baby — being able to return to the U.S.). Let’s keep in mind that Roman Polanski gave a 13-year-old girl a Quaalude and champagne, then raped her, before we start discussing whether the victim looked older than her 13 years, or that she now says she’d rather not see him prosecuted because she can’t stand the media attention. Before we discuss how awesome his movies are or what the now-deceased judge did wrong at his trial, let’s take a moment to recall that according to the victim’s grand jury testimony, Roman Polanski instructed her to get into a jacuzzi naked, refused to take her home when she begged to go, began kissing her even though she said no and asked him to stop; performed cunnilingus on her as she said no and asked him to stop; put his penis in her vagina as she said no and asked him to stop; asked if he could penetrate her anally, to which she replied, “No,” then went ahead and did it anyway, until he had an orgasm.

Can we do that? Can we take a moment to think about all that, and about the fact that Polanski pled guilty to unlawful sex with a minor, before we start talking about what a victim he is? Because that would be great, and not nearly enough people seem to be doing it.

The French press, for instance (at least according to the British press) is describing Polanski “as the victim of a money-grabbing American mother and a publicity-hungry Californian judge.” Joan Z. Shore at the Huffington Post, who once met Polanski and “was utterly charmed by [his] sobriety and intelligence,” also seems to believe that a child with an unpleasant stage mother could not possibly have been raped: “The 13-year old model ’seduced’ by Polanski had been thrust onto him by her mother, who wanted her in the movies.” Oh, well, then! If her mom put her into that situation, that makes it much better! Shore continues: “The girl was just a few weeks short of her 14th birthday, which was the age of consent in California. (It’s probably 13 by now!) Polanski was demonized by the press, convicted, and managed to flee, fearing a heavy sentence.”

Wow, OK, let’s break that down. First, as blogger Jeff Fecke says, “Fun fact: the age of consent in 1977 in California was 16. It’s now 18. But of course, the age of consent isn’t like horseshoes or global thermonuclear war; close doesn’t count. Even if the age of consent had been 14, the girl wasn’t 14.” Also, even if the girl had been old enough to consent, she testified that she did not consent. There’s that. Though of course everyone makes a bigger deal of her age than her testimony that she did not consent, because if she’d been 18 and kept saying no while he kissed her, licked her, screwed her and sodomized her, this would almost certainly be a whole different story — most likely one about her past sexual experiences and drug and alcohol use, about her desire to be famous, about what she was wearing, about how easy it would be for Roman Polanski to get consensual sex, so hey, why would he need to rape anyone? It would quite possibly be a story about a wealthy and famous director who pled not guilty to sexual assault, was acquitted on “she wanted it” grounds, and continued to live and work happily in the U.S. Which is to say that 30 years on, it would not be a story at all. So it’s much safer to focus on the victim’s age removing any legal question of consent than to get tied up in that thorny “he said, she said” stuff about her begging Polanski to stop and being terrified of him.

Second, Polanski was “demonized by the press” because he raped a child, and was convicted because he pled guilty. He “feared heavy sentencing” because drugging and raping a child is generally frowned upon by the legal system. Shore really wants us to pity him because of these things? (And, I am not making this up, boycott the entire country of Switzerland for arresting him.)

As ludicrous as Shore’s post is, I have to agree with Fecke that my favorite Polanski apologist is the Washington Post’s Anne Applebaum, who finds it “bizarre” that anyone is still pursuing this case. And who also, by the by, failed to disclose the tiny, inconsequential detail that her husband, Polish foreign minister Radoslaw Sikorski, is actively pressuring U.S. authorities to drop the case.

There is evidence of judicial misconduct in the original trial. There is evidence that Polanski did not know her real age. Polanski, who panicked and fled the U.S. during that trial, has been pursued by this case for 30 years, during which time he has never returned to America, has never returned to the United Kingdom., has avoided many other countries, and has never been convicted of anything else. He did commit a crime, but he has paid for the crime in many, many ways: In notoriety, in lawyers’ fees, in professional stigma. He could not return to Los Angeles to receive his recent Oscar. He cannot visit Hollywood to direct or cast a film.

There is also evidence that Polanski raped a child. There is evidence that the victim did not consent, regardless of her age. There is evidence — albeit purely anecdotal, in this case — that only the most debased crapweasel thinks “I didn’t know she was 13!” is a reasonable excuse for raping a child, much less continuing to rape her after she’s said no repeatedly. There is evidence that the California justice system does not hold that “notoriety, lawyers’ fees and professional stigma” are an appropriate sentence for child rape.

But hey, he wasn’t allowed to pick up his Oscar in person! For the love of all that’s holy, hasn’t the man suffered enough?

Granted, Roman Polanski has indeed suffered a great deal in his life, which is where Applebaum takes her line of argument next:

He can be blamed, it is true, for his original, panicky decision to flee. But for this decision I see mitigating circumstances, not least an understandable fear of irrational punishment. Polanski’s mother died in Auschwitz. His father survived Mauthausen. He himself survived the Krakow ghetto, and later emigrated from communist Poland.

Surviving the Holocaust certainly could lead to an “understandable fear of irrational punishment,” but being sentenced for pleading guilty to child rape is basically the definition of rational punishment. Applebaum then points out that Polanski was a suspect in the murder of his pregnant wife, Sharon Tate, a crime actually committed by the Manson family — but again, that was the unfortunate consequence of a perfectly rational justice system. Most murdered pregnant women were killed by husbands or boyfriends, so that suspicion was neither personal nor unwarranted. This isn’t Kafkaesque stuff.

But what of the now-45-year-old victim, who received a settlement from Polanski in a civil case, saying she’d like to see the charges dropped? Shouldn’t we be honoring her wishes above all else?

In a word, no. At least, not entirely. I happen to believe we should honor her desire not to be the subject of a media circus, which is why I haven’t named her here, even though she chose to make her identity public long ago. But as for dropping the charges, Fecke said it quite well: “I understand the victim’s feelings on this. And I sympathize, I do. But for good or ill, the justice system doesn’t work on behalf of victims; it works on behalf of justice.”

It works on behalf of the people, in fact — the people whose laws in every state make it clear that both child rape and fleeing prosecution are serious crimes. The point is not to keep 76-year-old Polanski off the streets or help his victim feel safe. The point is that drugging and raping a child, then leaving the country before you can be sentenced for it, is behavior our society should not — and at least in theory, does not — tolerate, no matter how famous, wealthy or well-connected you are, no matter how old you were when you finally got caught, no matter what your victim says about it now, no matter how mature she looked at 13, no matter how pushy her mother was, and no matter how many really swell movies you’ve made.

Roman Polanski raped a child. No one, not even him, disputes that. Regardless of whatever legal misconduct might have gone on during his trial, the man admitted to unlawful sex with a minor. But the Polanski apologism we’re seeing now has been heating up since “Roman Polanski: Wanted and Desired,” the 2008 documentary about Polanski’s fight to get the conviction dismissed. Writing in Salon, Bill Wyman criticized the documentary’s whitewashing of Polanksi’s crimes last February, after Superior Court Judge Peter Espinoza ruled that if the director wanted to challenge the conviction, he’d need to turn himself in to U.S. authorities and let the justice system sort it out. “Fugitives don’t get to dictate the terms of their case … Polanski deserves to have any potential legal folderol investigated, of course. But the fact that Espinoza had to state the obvious is testimony to the ways in which the documentary, and much of the media coverage the director has received in recent months, are bizarrely skewed.”

The reporting on Polanski’s arrest has been every bit as “bizarrely skewed,” if not more so. Roman Polanski may be a great director, an old man, a husband, a father, a friend to many powerful people, and even the target of some questionable legal shenanigans. He may very well be no threat to society at this point. He may even be a good person on balance, whatever that means. But none of that changes the basic, undisputed fact: Roman Polanski raped a child. And rushing past that point to focus on the reasons why we should forgive him, pity him, respect him, admire him, support him, whatever, is absolutely twisted.

– Kate Harding for Salon

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First I had a shitty class with the naughty class, interrupted by my own form class being unbelievably cheeky – walking numerous times past the classroom to look and wave, then after I banish them to their classroom they stand IN their classroom and do synchronized full arm waves across the block to my class. Got so pissed off trying to handle the naughty class and my own kids can pull this kinda stunt. Maybe I’m always too nice to them. So I hauled my form class back for a harsh lecture.

Then I had to stay for a meeting where barely anyone turned up and the boss was understandably upset, and I had to chase people down and play devil’s advocate.

Then I went for my dental appointment and shared the waiting room with a boy who was terrorizing his younger sister, and I didn’t know if i should have spoken up.

Then I went to pick up my cheongsam and the tailoring seemed to be a bit snugger than I wanted, but I thought it would be ok, because I mean, yay, cheongsam tailored to me! So I just took it and went.

Then after hours of shopping at Carrefour, we ended up spending a
bit more than C liked. He looked grumpy and since I’m such a porcupine, without knowing he wasn’t angry at me, I got annoyed because I didn’t know what was wrong. And then the travellator wasn’t working. We took the lift, and on the way, C accidentally rammed into the back of my ankle with the full laden trolley, ripping off the skin. So I was limping and in pain and madder than a wet hornet.

When we got to the car, I suddenly realized that my cheongsam bag was missing. Panicked. Ran back upstairs, retraced steps, begged the info counter to check, but to no avail. My cheongsam must have been literally lifted out of the trolley when we weren’t looking.

Drove back to the house in copious tears and silence. At the carpark when we opened the van, groceries fell out and we broke a bottle. Cleaning the house actually sort of made me feel a bit better after awhile and sweet C offered to buy me a new cheongsam. But I distinctly remember that the one I bought was the last one they had…

It did not go well for me today.

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I’ve only been a teacher for one and a half years, but I’m perilously close to losing the joy in it I used to have. I think it’s just cuz I’m so busy with other things this year, and especially this semester, that I’m getting anxious and crabby and dread going to work.

Maybe I just need the wedding to be over and to settle into married life so I can go back and concentrate on being a good teacher. I get so grumpy easily, even at C, and I’m not being the best fiancĂ©e or the best teacher.

I’m tired all the time and have no spirit or passion for going into class. I’m dreading going to school and am super behind on my marking – but when I’m not marking I’m settling other stuff or I’m so tired I just knock out and waste an hour or two on sleeping. And when I’m not getting enough sleep, I lash out at my baby and I get upset because I’m still tired and haven’t gotten any work done. :(

I am now eagerly waiting for the week of the wedding so I can just stop thinking about work and concentrate on one thing. I’m crap at multitasking :( book check, mark keying in, getting colleagues to cover for me while I’m on leave so that the kids don’t miss out on lessons… It’s really exhausting. Please pray for me :(

I need more time and more energy…

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I am dying of boredom in this meeting.

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TRALALA so our house is undergoing renovation and it’s all very exciting. Even though we’re really doing so little to actually change the look of the house, it’s still exciting to go in and see all the little changes that have been made.

So far we’ve had the light switches changed to lovely fat round ones, had the walls plastered, removed all the fugly shelves and hanging things and an extra powerpoint that was sort of useful but in the way of our future shoe cabinet. And we all know that Shoes are much higher in the hierarchy of life than electricity is. Pooh, who needs electricity when you’ve got Aldo shoes.

They’ve also begun replastering the walls – I’m a little deflated and let down though, because I did think when they said “replastering”, they meant they would scrape off the whole top layer of the wall and replaster the whole thing evenly. Instead they just cracked away the loosest parts, laid a thin plastic mesh over it for reinforcement, and scraped plaster over the whole thing. Meh. I don’t know if that’s what’s usually done, or if it’s better and more reinforced than replastering. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.

Oh oh oh and we went tap shopping yesterday at Jalan Besar. Don’t laugh. Tap shopping is surprisingly thrilling. Considering it IS something you use everyday! We sought out brass taps plated taps chrome taps Italian brand taps China brand taps (No.) Italian shower heads bidet sprays toilet seats kitchen taps bathroom mirrors. Although the displays were not so much dazzling as they were dizzying with the range and prices ($300 for a tap!) that were laid out like dishes at a banquet – a banquet you can only touch once, and then only one dish, and the choices, the CHOICES, THEY DROVE US MADASDASKSJhFKASJHfAKERA.

We don’t even have our new taps yet because when we’d finally decided which ones we want, the shops were closed. Faints.

Also on the list of things I don’t have – my birthday iPhone.

Singtel SMSed us three times yesterday.

The first, 3.28pm: Don’t worry if you did not collect your iPhone 3GS at our Launch event. We will let you know when your iPhone is ready for collection. The offers will still be valid till 31 July 09.

The second, 6.02pm: Don’t worry if you did not collect your iPhone 3GS at our Launch event. You can collect your iPhone at the Singtel Comcentre on 14 & 15 July, 10am to 9pm.

The third, 7.47pm: Due to an oversight we sent you a message incorrectly. Please ignore the last message. Rest assured we will let you know when your iPhone 3GS is ready for collection.

Well, ain’t that just a bitch. The false hope! The subtle, evil, preying on customers’ minds. The long-suffering desperation and deprivation of one who waits as if starved for an iPhone. Seriously, though. They let people who didn’t reserve join the queue, while insisting that centralization was the way to maintain the hype and fervor of the grasping crowd.

Wouldn’t it have been so much more efficient and satisfactory for them to have limited reservation slots, to allow customers to indicate which centre would be best for them to pick up their units? The Comcentre could have been used as the queue-up point for those who wish to get in on the hype and for those who didn’t reserve. Honestly, I have much better things to do with my time than wait around 10 hours in a queue to pick up a mobile phone.

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I’m downright proud about getting married on a tight budget. I’m upfront when people ask about the honeymoon – “Oh,” I reply, “we haven’t really thought about that yet. We’ve spent most of our money on the wedding and the house. We’ll see.” And then I almost always catch that flicker of uncertainty on the other person’s face, the hesitation when they say, “Oh…oh, well, that’s nice,” but they don’t mean it, and they hastily change the subject because they perceive it to be an embarrassing topic.

Balls. I find no shame in declaring that we are finding all ways and means to have our dream wedding without splashing out. We don’t have the money to splash out. Our 15k COV means that our wedding budget has to be nominal – and really, for all I adore weddings and want my own to be absolutely dreamy, the scrooge part of me just cannot justify spending tens of thousands of dollars on five hours of one day, when I would much rather invest that money in the rest of our life together. I’m not embarrassed to declare that so far, we have kept our wedding ceremony budget as low as we can – half of it is catering, and a quarter is our wedding rings, and the rest is everything else. How’s that for a budget!

It’s not just that we’re simple folks. It’s that we simply do not have the financial wherewithal to make it a big, fussy event. Come on – of course if I were rolling in money I would love to have fresh peonies, and a garden reception, and a mermaid gown from Monique Lhullier – but you know, I think gerberas and Dunman Hall and my lovely rental gown will do just fine. I’m DIY-ing much of my own stuff because 1) I don’t like having what everyone else has, and 2) I cannot reconcile forking out $120 for a wedding guestbook when I’d rather make something that has more personality, more pep, and costs $20. Seriously.

So you can take your pity, and your snide remarks about our “cheapness”, and your dubiousness, and you can just shove it where the sun don’t shine. We’re a young couple just starting out – did you expect us to be rolling in cash? We’re not just doing this to save money – we don’t have the money at all. We’re just praying hard that the generosity of our guests can help cover our costs so that we can find some money left over to furnish our house. And if we don’t? Well then, we’ll furnish slowly, and we’ll find pieces to add to our place as the years go by. And that’s no skin off our noses but yours.

Because I’d rather be a poor churchmouse, just as we grew up appreciating the value of money. Thank God we’re poor. Because we’re able to thoroughly appreciate what we have.

Although it’s been tough for me lately with all the buzz, I guess what I do love is that we’re really doing this all by ourselves, and we’re keeping to our insanely, INSANELY low budget! And at the end of the day, it’s about independence, and taking ownership of our own wedding, and because our marriage is so much more important than our wedding, I’m glad we’re doing this our way :)

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My dad sent us a letter written by a lady named Su Lin to the Archbishop, John Chew. While it did not quite defend Josie Lau’s actions, it said that she was saddened and in fact cried over the issue because, she said, she had never seen such an outpouring of vitriol for Christianity and for her sisters-in-Christ, because they had tried to extend Christian love to people and this is what they were repaid with.

Sorry, I completely disagree with Josie Lau and co, and I can’t find complete sympathy for that letter writer either.

The only thing I can find to support them in is that they are Christian – ostensibly.

I don’t like the fact that they hold “slaying in the Spirit” sessions in their own basement. How they worship is their choice, but I certainly don’t agree with inviting non-Christians to your house, treating them to dinner, and then escorting them to your basement where you promptly start speaking in tongues, “slaying” people in the Spirit, and crying and babbling, which could then completely freak out the non-Christians and not really help in your trying to minister to them. That’s explicitly not allowed in the New Testament as well – speaking in tongues in public should only be done if it is orderly and TRANSLATED to the benefit of the listening congregation. Why didn’t they read the Bible thoroughly, if they are such defenders of the faith? I ask you that. There are many accounts on the Net of their strange beliefs and of course I have no way of proving if it is true – but I think we can safely say that it’s not orthodox.

I am angry with the fact that the way they have carried out their guerilla tactics now put Christians in a very bad light. I completely disagree with the letter writer. In no way did I see Thio nor any of the new guard “show Christian love” to the people at the forum. “Allegations (were thrown) at their faith” because they misrepresented Christianity, did not show Christian maturity or love, and deserve to have been jeered and booed because they disregarded the laws and statutes of the very organization they were trying to shanghai. They tried to be stealthy, they used underhanded methods, they basically hijacked an entire organization for their purposes.

I don’t agree with the way they have heavy-handedly pushed their way into the organization and then tried to use it to promote their own agenda – regardless of what their agenda was and what their intentions were, it was completely the wrong way of going about it and the wrong platform to use.

They have now made the matter completely worse – even fewer people will now support the Christian stance – “hate websites”, “death threats”, etc, because of the way they have completely mucked it up, misrepresenting the AWARE sexuality programme which, for crying out loud, does not “encourage girls to sexually experiment with one another”. Thio saw fit to grossly overstate and distort the truth, and now Christians are paying for her stupid error. The module in question was a GP module, designed to prod students into thinking, arguing, and deciding for themself. In no way did it promote any sort of lifestyle. It raised the real topic of how same-sex couples are becoming more and more prevalent, and asked students to evaluate how they feel on the issue and argue it. THIS IS WHAT GP IS ABOUT. We also discuss using pig’s arteries in heart surgery. We discuss genetic modification. We discuss capital punishment. WHERE WAS THIO WHEN ALL THESE WERE DISCUSSED? Do they not offend the Christian mentality? Using animal parts in humans! Disgusting. Modifying what God created? Unthinkable! Capital punishment is still murder! The horror! WHY DIDN’T SHE SPEAK UP ABOUT THESE ISSUES? Should they not upset her and her husband just as much as a discussion on homosexuality? But of course not. A person who teaches her daughter to compare gay sex to putting a straw up one’s nose can hardly be expected to think rationally.

I wasn’t there. I didn’t stand up for them. I don’t stand up for the other side, either, not explicitly. As a Christian, I have so far refused to get involved in any way with the AWARE discussion – I have not openly taken sides or stated an opinion anywhere. But now I can’t keep silent anymore. Flame me if you wish – I do NOT believe that Thio, or her husband, or her daughter, or anyone involved in the new guard or even from a church that runs the way it does, deserve a jot of my support. This is my opinion. I don’t agree with the way their church deals with things. You may think differently.

Be it as it may, we should pick our battles and fight at the right places, with the right instruments. Go to battle with a straw (not up your nose, of course) and no one is going to back you up. Of course your own army would desert you, when you have not proven worthy to lead. Maybe you say I have no right to say these things when I have not led myself? Well, a foot soldier does not need to be a captain to know when the captain has made a wrong decision. A grunt can also recognize when the general has made such a gross misstep that it resounds for thousands of miles.

Just my fifty cents.

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