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After reading the papers of Nov the 8th, here are my thoughts on the article 'English-ed Chinese S'poreans the target of Mandarin push'.
Obviously, that spells doom for people like me.
But other than the obvious, here's the rant from no other person than me.
Let me tell you what happened when we watched a video of iodine deficiency (spelling?) with a Chinese professor called Mu Li, who on several occasions, spoke mandarin. Unfortunately, their research had been done in Tibet, and it took me the whole hour to go 'Hey! That's mandarin!' to the amazement of those around me that I could actually understand the language.
You see, people like me used to rely on the subtitles of those soppy Chinese dramas channels 8 and U have to offer. Not that I watched those channels much, or even channel 5 (GO SCV!).
Most of the English-ed singaporeans as the article so aptly puts (I'm a great epitome) probably wouldn't bother too much (synonym: won't give a d*mn) about this campaign anyway. I personally think the 'speak good english (eng-rish)' campaign would be better, though I'd better not give my thoughts on this. But, both campaigns wouldn't help much, in my humbly cynical opinion. What they create would be summarised in the next few points:
1: More work for poor minions.
2: See above.
3: See above.
I could go on till 100 with such reasons, but you get the vibe unless you're a really sad person. And coincidentally, this campaign kicks of in December, which incidentally is when I get back. Perhaps this is an omen?
Getting back to the subject, allow me to elaborate more on the points above. As afore mentioned, people probably wouldn't bother much about the campaign. I'm sure some oblivious mo*ons wouldn't even have heard of it, since it wouldn't make much difference except put poor Malay singers like Jacintha Abishenagaden through h*ll performing Mandarin jazz.
I'm sure you all think I have something against the campaign, but let me make this crystal clear: I do NOT. The only thing I feel about it is that it is a complete waste of time, since it's been on for 26 years and has anything been changed? No. Many of you could argue that it takes time to change, but how long do you want? A millenium? I suppose so.
Perhaps singapore, being a racial harmonial country, should just stick with what singaporeans love: Singlish. Even Amitav Ghosh (or was it Vikram Seth?) said in an interview that he felt singlish had a rather musical touch to it, and that it interested him. But, since we want to improve, why not have a 'Malay! Ole!' campaign instead?
Having won the Tiger cup and what-not, that seems quite possible indeed.
And well, you can sue me for what I've said, but I really do not mean anything malicious. Actually, a malay-speaking campaign even seems remotely interesting to me, and I wouldn't mind joining it if there is one. Or even Tamil would do.
Maybe I should remove this and stick it on toilet walls instead, since that's the only place where we can express freedom of speech.
5:38 PM