Friday, January 15, 2010

Travels and Tribulations

Last month was filled with fun and adventure. First, my parents showed up in the land of heat, MRTs, and hawker centres. It was lovely to be able to share this place with them, and to see them when home feels so far away. Most importantly, I felt truly vindicated when my father complained at length about the heat on days I considered to be, frankly, quite cool.

My parents with the Singapore Merlion:


The Merlion has the head of a lion and body of a fish. The fish body comes from Singapore's humble beginnings as a quiet fishing village (called "Temasek," meaning "sea town" in Javanese). The lion represents Singapore's original name - Singapura - which means "lion city."

My Merlion impersonation:


After my parents left Singapore to gallivant in Malaysia, my friend Lauren and I made our way to Cambodia. In a nutshell, I loved it. It is a beautiful country, full of lovely people, delicious food, and amazing sights. We spent 2 days in Phnom Penh, where we learned about the horrible atrocities committed by the Khmer Rouge, the communist dictatorship which ruled in Cambodia only 30 years ago. While the killing fields (an area where they used to kill prisoners) were heartbreaking, I gained a lot of knowledge about a horrible episode in history I knew virtually nothing about. What stayed with me more than this, though, was how incredibly kind people were to us all throughout the country. One of our tuk-tuk drivers (basically a rickshaw pulled by a motorbike, and the most popular tourist mode of transportation) actually took us to his house and introduced us to his entire extended family, as well as his chickens and pigs.

After Phnom Penh, we floated up the river on a boat to Siem Reap. From there, we spent 3 days exploring Angkor Wat.


Angkor Wat is actually the name of one of many ancient temples which can be found in this area (ancient meaning, oh, about a thousand years old). It's incredible how much of the detailed carvings have survived. All the temples are a mixture of Buddhist and Hindu, as kings changed religions over the years, and as a consequence, chopped of heads of Buddhas, or removed various carvings or statues to replace with ones they worshipped. One particularly beautiful sight was the "jungle temple," which is being overgrown by enormous trees whose roots snake over the stones:


Some of my favourite Camdodian moments:
-Our guide on the first day at Angkor Wat was a 28 year old student called Sim. Sim was a sweetheart who told us that we were like the Apsaras carved in the stones. What is an Apsara, you ask? They were beautiful women who would dance for the king. Or, as Sim phrased it, they were like "celestial goddesses dancing on lotus leaves."
Sim also excitedly explained to us the Cambodian New Year's Eve tradition of playing games and having competitions. The best part? Sometimes, on this one special night, the men and the women get to hug. In fact, sometimes, they even kiss! But at no other time of year, of course, as he hurriedly reassured us. I almost wanted to offer him a hug on the spot... but then thought better of it.

-Our next stop was Thailand, and the best way to get there is to take a taxi to the border point, cross over, and get a bus to Bangkok. Well about halfway to the border, our taxi broke down. We pulled over into the Cambodian countryside, and within 3 minutes, two friends of our driver stopped to help us. They proceeded to pour all the water we had into the engine in an attempt to cool it down. When they ran of clean water, they started to use dirty muddy water from the side of the road. Meanwhile Lauren and I are standing around being useless, when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, who should pull over but a baguette cart. Yes, a cart, full of baguettes, being pulled by a motorbike, in the middle of nowhere in Cambodia. (The availability of excellent bread in Cambodia is in my opinion one of the most positive remnants of being a former French colony). Definitely one of the more absurd moments of the trip. Oh, and they never got the car to start again - Lauren and I spent the rest of the way to the border squished in the backseat of another car with random Cambodian men, who mostly wanted to know whether or not we were married...

In Bangkok, I met up with my parents and my sister. While it was lovely to see them, I found Banbkok to be very overwhelming and congested. Thailand on the whole is much more touristy than Cambodia, and people try to scam you everywhere you go. Still, we saw some beautiful sights, like the royal palace, and Jim Thompson's house. He has an american architect, who, after coming to Asia for the war, fell in love with Thailand and moved there. His house is incredible, and contains an amazing collection of South East Asian art. He is also credited with revitalizing the Thai silk industry by marketing it in America. The most interesting Jim Thompson fact? He disappeared in Malaysia while on vacation visiting the Cameron Highlands. He went for a walk one day in the jungle, and was never heard from again...


After saying goodbye to my parents, Jacqueline and her boyfriend Dave and I headed down to Koh Lanta, an island off the south of Thailand, to meet with my friends Lauren and Nick. What did we do on the beautiful beach? Nothing but sleep, eat, snorkle, and build sandcastles. An amazing, relaxing end to a wonderful trip!


Friday, January 8, 2010

A Happy Journey Starts Like That

"Just got on? Move to the back!"

This video is played all the time on the MRT (subway) to encourage good passenger behaviour. A little slice of my daily life, both highly hilarious and highly annoying:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HhR-a6Ou0So

I am looking for volunteers to do a cover version of this song on a Toronto/Montreal train, film it, and send it to me. Any takers?

Thursday, December 31, 2009

Happy New Year

To all of my friends and family, with much love, a happy 2010.

As I prepare to take the first real steps in my career as a teacher, and teach an entire school year from start to finish all on my own, this new year feels indeed like a turning point (and a scary one at that). I've moved across the world, where I am challenged every day to question my beliefs, my systems, and my self-concept as a culturally open-minded person. Yet despite daily struggles, I nevertheless find myself surrounded by wonderful, supportive, and caring friends.

2009 was a year of learning, a year of challenges, and a year of friends. All I can hope for 2010 is the same.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Singavacation

Tomorrow is the grand departure: Cambodia and Thailand for 3 weeks! I will try to update along the way, but if I don't, then I definitely will on my return!
Have a lovely December!

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

My Week So Far

Yesterday's Short Story: What's In a Name?

The kids in my form class (ie homeroom) came to tell me they are making a class t-shirt, and they wanted to include me (which was really sweet and thoughtful!). They want to know what name to write on the shirt:
Me: "Miss Greenblatt is fine."
Students: "Miss Green?"
Me: "Miss Greenblatt."
Students: "Miss Green?"
Me: "Miss Greenblatt. That would be great."

A couple hours later, the class's other form teacher (ie the one that has actually been with them since the beginning of the year), came up to me and asked:
"The kids aren't sure what to put on the shirt. What would you like it to say?"
Me: "Miss Greenblatt would be fine."
Teacher: "Miss Green?"
Me: "Miss Greenblatt?"
Teacher: "Miss Green?"
Me: "Miss Greenblatt."
Teacher: "You want the whole thing?"
Me: "Yes. My name is Miss Greenblatt."
Teacher: "..."
Me: "Would you like me to write it down?"

(to be continued when I get the shirt!)

Today's short story: My Most Pleasurable Part

One of the boys in my class kicked another boy in the groin today. After I dealt with the situation, I asked the students to continue their group work. As I circulated, I heard the group with the injured boy discussing the incident rather than the project.
Me: "So, how's this project coming guys?"
Student: "Miss, he kicked me in my most important part!"
Me: "Your brain is your most important part."
Student: "OK. He kicked me in my most pleasurable part!"
Awkward silence. Internal hysterical laughter.
Me: "... So about this project?"

Winglish (for the audio/visual learners)

So strange to hear an "ang moh" speak Singlish, but amazing the way he can just switch in and out! A perfect example of what everyone around me sounds like:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYsz85Z9Ho4

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Singlish

By nature a multicultural country, Singapore struggles to identify and promote a united national identity. This why every school day starts with the singing of the national anthem, the raising of the flag, and the recitation of the pledge:

We, the citizens of Singapore
pledge ourselves as one united people,
regardless of race, language or religion,

to build a democratic society,
based on justice and equality,

so as to achieve happiness, prosperity
and
progress for our nation.

The government wants its people to feel connected and invested in the success of their country. So it would seem likely, then, that a creole unique to Singapore would be a source of pride and celebration. Yet Singlish, a combination of English with Hokkien, Malay, and Tamil words, and spoken by most Singaporeans on a day-to-day basis, is surprisingly controversial.

Common Singlish-isms include adding "lah" onto the end of every sentence, saying "can" for yes, and exclaiming "aiyah!" whenever shocked or slightly concerned (as in "oh dear!"). For example:

Me: "The humanities photocopier is broken again."
Singaporean teacher: "Aiyah!"
Me: "Can I use the photocopier in the math department?"
Singaporean teacher: "Can, lah."

So what's the controversy? Singaporeans worry foreigners can't understand them. The fear is that when they find themselves in professional and/or international situations, young Singaporeans will not know how to adjust their language to their context, and will therefore fail in the workforce (keeping in mind that Singapore is entirely dependent on international business and trade). The most recent incarnation of this concern came in the form of Ris Low - winner of the 2009 Miss Singapore World contest. When she won the competition a few weeks ago, the Singaporean media was flooded with articles, debates, and letters expressing their concern that she would be representing Singapore internationally. Why? Because she speaks in Singlish (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5F74FZfdSJY - I actually find that though her accent is strong, she's not using that many Singlish terms, and I don't have a problem understanding her... have I been here too long?). Though some were proud of her unique Singaporean speech, many were outraged, and the question of Singlish was brought to everyone's attention yet again.

This is why, at least in part, I am here - to help my students learn an internationally acceptable English (well, in theory...). As an English teacher, part of me believes in learning how to express yourself clearly, both in writing and orally, and I hope to help my students develop these skills. Simultaneously, I believe that language is powerfully connected to identity, and the colonial overtones of telling students to stop speaking their local dialect makes me, to say the least, uncomfortable... So where do I lie on the Singlish debate? As of now: undecided, lah.

Some other Singlish terms I have learned:

Auntie: name given to all older women
Ang Moh: used to refer to Caucasians (I have heard varying opinions as to whether its meant to be derogatory... I think it depends on context)
Kaki: assistant
Kiasu: afraid to lose (as in students who are worried about failing, or people who line up really early for a sale at a store)
Play Play: please
Wah Lau: what the hell
Wayang: when someone talks and talks and doesn't stop