Mmm..... just sang a wonderful Domino Canto thing in choir prac (as you might guess it *Is* contemporary classical)... just *chills* your soul.... still humming brent's wonderful T1 solo part... i wish i had his voice. Brent's voice is so good so good so good!!!
When we were practising it there's this 2 pages with syncopated "quie- recivit- something- atu- vi-tas, vi-tas tu-am" that is tricky but nice if done well and crisply. Ross and steve were competing to see who could squeeze in more "shit"s during the onbeat rests.
When you can't live without bananas
Wednesday, August 07, 2002
On Julian's recommendation, I watched F3. So far I've done Episodes 1 and 2, and part of 3.
He claims that it's meant to be funny and yes, many parts of Part 1 and 2 are. However, I agree with much of what the F3 review featured here some time ago said about the ridiculousness of F3 :) Though the author purposely ignored some parts F3 poked fun at itself.
Part 3, however, is another story. It's rather disturbing.
In a futile attempt to console myself, here's some Advantages of signing extra:
You help people by saving their weekends
You can spend time reading
You can work on your GP by practicing essays (Yeah right)
Hmm.
He claims that it's meant to be funny and yes, many parts of Part 1 and 2 are. However, I agree with much of what the F3 review featured here some time ago said about the ridiculousness of F3 :) Though the author purposely ignored some parts F3 poked fun at itself.
Part 3, however, is another story. It's rather disturbing.
In a futile attempt to console myself, here's some Advantages of signing extra:
You help people by saving their weekends
You can spend time reading
You can work on your GP by practicing essays (Yeah right)
Hmm.
Post ID: 79933204
List from the medical journals of the condition known as "insertion of foreign bodies into the rectum."
A bottle of Mrs. Butterworth's syrup, an ax handle, a nine-inch zucchini, countless dildoes and vibrators including one 14-inch model complete with two D-cell batteries, a plastic spatula, a 9-1/2-inch water bottle, a deodorant bottle, a Coke bottle, a large bottle cap, numerous other bottles, a 3-1/2-inch Japanese glass float ball, an 11-inch carrot, an antenna rod, a 150-watt light bulb, a 100-watt frosted bulb, a cucumber, a screwdriver, four rubber balls, 72-1/2 jeweler's saws (all from one patient, but not all at the same time, although 29 were discovered on one occasion), a paperweight, an apple, an onion, a plastic toothbrush package, two bananas, a frozen pig's tail (it got stuck when it thawed), a ten-inch length of broomstick, an 18-inch umbrella handle and central rod, a plantain encased in a condom, two Vaseline jars, a whiskey bottle with a cord attached, a teacup, an oil can, a six-by-five-inch tool box weighing 22 ounces, a six-inch stone weighing two pounds (in the latter two cases the patients died due to intestinal obstruction), a baby powder can, a test tube, a ball-point pen, a peanut butter jar, candles, baseballs, a sand-filled bicycle inner tube, sewing needles, a flashlight, a half-filled tobacco pouch, a turnip, a pair of eyeglasses, a hard-boiled egg, a carborundum grindstone (with handle), a suitcase key, a syringe, a file, tumblers and glasses, a polyethylene waste trap from the U-bend of a sink, and much, much more. ...In 1955 one man who was "feeling depressed" reportedly inserted a six-inch paper tube into his rectum, dropped in a lighted firecracker, and blew a hole in his anterior rectal wall.
A bottle of Mrs. Butterworth's syrup, an ax handle, a nine-inch zucchini, countless dildoes and vibrators including one 14-inch model complete with two D-cell batteries, a plastic spatula, a 9-1/2-inch water bottle, a deodorant bottle, a Coke bottle, a large bottle cap, numerous other bottles, a 3-1/2-inch Japanese glass float ball, an 11-inch carrot, an antenna rod, a 150-watt light bulb, a 100-watt frosted bulb, a cucumber, a screwdriver, four rubber balls, 72-1/2 jeweler's saws (all from one patient, but not all at the same time, although 29 were discovered on one occasion), a paperweight, an apple, an onion, a plastic toothbrush package, two bananas, a frozen pig's tail (it got stuck when it thawed), a ten-inch length of broomstick, an 18-inch umbrella handle and central rod, a plantain encased in a condom, two Vaseline jars, a whiskey bottle with a cord attached, a teacup, an oil can, a six-by-five-inch tool box weighing 22 ounces, a six-inch stone weighing two pounds (in the latter two cases the patients died due to intestinal obstruction), a baby powder can, a test tube, a ball-point pen, a peanut butter jar, candles, baseballs, a sand-filled bicycle inner tube, sewing needles, a flashlight, a half-filled tobacco pouch, a turnip, a pair of eyeglasses, a hard-boiled egg, a carborundum grindstone (with handle), a suitcase key, a syringe, a file, tumblers and glasses, a polyethylene waste trap from the U-bend of a sink, and much, much more. ...In 1955 one man who was "feeling depressed" reportedly inserted a six-inch paper tube into his rectum, dropped in a lighted firecracker, and blew a hole in his anterior rectal wall.
Post ID: 79929683
Restored Post
Whee. On Tuesday I got 2 extras.
The first was because I booked out on Monday when I wasn't supposed to. In layman's terms, AWOL, I supposed. So maybe it wasn't such a good idea to stack Saturday duty and Sunday confinement, since I wouldn't have been entitled to book out on Monday's Off-In-Lieu. Thankfully, I got off rather lightly, with 1 extra.
The other extra was for 2 relatively minor mistakes. The Battalion was having Movie Night, so the Medics went to do work at the Medical Centre. Andrew decided to teach us the Emergency Drill, and we had a simulated casualty. After it all however, I forgot to keep the casualty's docket, and accidentally dumped the blood test register into the bin because it was on the same clipboard as a casualty log sheet that was to be thrown away.
I'm starting to cease being fazed by the extras. 3 in 8 days. Wah. If you count the confinement, 4 days burnt in 13 days. My favourite signaller thinks that I sounded absent minded, as if something was on my mind. Maybe. Maybe I should brood when I'm not on duty. Or find a way to infect myself with sleeping sickness and wake up on the 12th of June 2004, hopefully less incompetent than now. I envy Ooi, who has been on MC since his hand operation 3-4 weeks ago.
I am very confused by the whole system of applying to go overseas. I suspect that this is deliberate, done to discourage servicemen from travelling abroad. As it stands now, I think I could've stayed in Melbourne for 1 day more, but at this point I've accepted the fact that the SAF will try all means to drain the meagre 14 days that we are granted, and there's nothing we can do about it.
The words of one sergeant in BMT come to mind: "You can only take leave when the SAF wants you to".
As long as I get out of this prison called Singapore, even for a short 4 days, I'll be happy.
Now and then, I'm being affected by mood swings again. Oddly enough, the happiest I felt Tuesday was during Unarmed Combat, as I revelled in the sheer mindlessness of it all. Of course it didn't hurt that the stretching wasn't as painful as my first UC lesson - my muscles didn't hurt yesterday and aren't hurting now.
The rest of the day I was rather stressed. I think I'm over reacting, and jumping at shadows. I couldn't really put my finger on why I was so on edge. I wonder if anyone notices, or cares. The only one who notice my tension was James, who commented that I looked very stressed. Maybe I am proceeding towards the last of the three fates - Dead, Broken or Crazy - that I always thought would befall me during this time. Looking at the dogs frolicking outside the Medical Centre was quite uplifting, though.
Interestingly enough, my rash of bad luck and stress seemed to have come just as Folie departed for Lion Company. Hmm.
I am rather happy that I don't seem to be dispersing my stress towards others though, like my mother always does.
I suppose I should be happy for the little things - for one (valid) reason or another, of the 3 or 4 RT sessions I've been scheduled for, I've not gone for a single one yet.
As expected, my pictures of Asian Prince weren't very well received.
"[On my pasting of 3 Asian Prince photos on a cupboard] I am racist... You like men, put a picture of [a] Chinese man, I don't mind. You go and put an Indian... If you want you [should] put it on the ceiling... In the middle of the night, 'There's something looking at me'"
Some of them said I was er3 xin1 :)
Whee. On Tuesday I got 2 extras.
The first was because I booked out on Monday when I wasn't supposed to. In layman's terms, AWOL, I supposed. So maybe it wasn't such a good idea to stack Saturday duty and Sunday confinement, since I wouldn't have been entitled to book out on Monday's Off-In-Lieu. Thankfully, I got off rather lightly, with 1 extra.
The other extra was for 2 relatively minor mistakes. The Battalion was having Movie Night, so the Medics went to do work at the Medical Centre. Andrew decided to teach us the Emergency Drill, and we had a simulated casualty. After it all however, I forgot to keep the casualty's docket, and accidentally dumped the blood test register into the bin because it was on the same clipboard as a casualty log sheet that was to be thrown away.
I'm starting to cease being fazed by the extras. 3 in 8 days. Wah. If you count the confinement, 4 days burnt in 13 days. My favourite signaller thinks that I sounded absent minded, as if something was on my mind. Maybe. Maybe I should brood when I'm not on duty. Or find a way to infect myself with sleeping sickness and wake up on the 12th of June 2004, hopefully less incompetent than now. I envy Ooi, who has been on MC since his hand operation 3-4 weeks ago.
I am very confused by the whole system of applying to go overseas. I suspect that this is deliberate, done to discourage servicemen from travelling abroad. As it stands now, I think I could've stayed in Melbourne for 1 day more, but at this point I've accepted the fact that the SAF will try all means to drain the meagre 14 days that we are granted, and there's nothing we can do about it.
The words of one sergeant in BMT come to mind: "You can only take leave when the SAF wants you to".
As long as I get out of this prison called Singapore, even for a short 4 days, I'll be happy.
Now and then, I'm being affected by mood swings again. Oddly enough, the happiest I felt Tuesday was during Unarmed Combat, as I revelled in the sheer mindlessness of it all. Of course it didn't hurt that the stretching wasn't as painful as my first UC lesson - my muscles didn't hurt yesterday and aren't hurting now.
The rest of the day I was rather stressed. I think I'm over reacting, and jumping at shadows. I couldn't really put my finger on why I was so on edge. I wonder if anyone notices, or cares. The only one who notice my tension was James, who commented that I looked very stressed. Maybe I am proceeding towards the last of the three fates - Dead, Broken or Crazy - that I always thought would befall me during this time. Looking at the dogs frolicking outside the Medical Centre was quite uplifting, though.
Interestingly enough, my rash of bad luck and stress seemed to have come just as Folie departed for Lion Company. Hmm.
I am rather happy that I don't seem to be dispersing my stress towards others though, like my mother always does.
I suppose I should be happy for the little things - for one (valid) reason or another, of the 3 or 4 RT sessions I've been scheduled for, I've not gone for a single one yet.
As expected, my pictures of Asian Prince weren't very well received.
"[On my pasting of 3 Asian Prince photos on a cupboard] I am racist... You like men, put a picture of [a] Chinese man, I don't mind. You go and put an Indian... If you want you [should] put it on the ceiling... In the middle of the night, 'There's something looking at me'"
Some of them said I was er3 xin1 :)
Post ID: 79927988
Lots of people don't like shawn ban. Don't be like him.
I'm so angry!! Got mad with a lot of people so i was already going "bitch bitch Bitch Bitch Bitch" in my mind and when i went to check out the handphone deal i wanted- a free nokia 8210 iwth a 2 year $25 optus plan- the shop didn't know anything about it. And when i called up the helpline they said this offer (that i saw on the website) was only applicable for purchases over the phone using credit card. And since i don't currently have a credit card (and it takes 1 week to process) I can't do it. Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate! *Now this blog will be the google hit for peopl looking for hate websites*
I'm going to go for a 2 year optus $33 plan with a free phone- nokia 3310, or ericsson A3618 or nokia 3350 or panasonic GD75 or motorola T191 or ericsson T65. I feel so angry i almost feel like forking out the $100 to upgrade to a nokia 5210!!
Can one of you help me buy handphone accessories from singapore and post to me (i'll pay for the postage! And treat u to lunch the next time i'm back) once i've decided what phone i'm getting?
I'm so angry!! Got mad with a lot of people so i was already going "bitch bitch Bitch Bitch Bitch" in my mind and when i went to check out the handphone deal i wanted- a free nokia 8210 iwth a 2 year $25 optus plan- the shop didn't know anything about it. And when i called up the helpline they said this offer (that i saw on the website) was only applicable for purchases over the phone using credit card. And since i don't currently have a credit card (and it takes 1 week to process) I can't do it. Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate! *Now this blog will be the google hit for peopl looking for hate websites*
I'm going to go for a 2 year optus $33 plan with a free phone- nokia 3310, or ericsson A3618 or nokia 3350 or panasonic GD75 or motorola T191 or ericsson T65. I feel so angry i almost feel like forking out the $100 to upgrade to a nokia 5210!!
Can one of you help me buy handphone accessories from singapore and post to me (i'll pay for the postage! And treat u to lunch the next time i'm back) once i've decided what phone i'm getting?
Post ID: 79925858
I got 2 extras in one day so I don't feel particularly inspired. Perhaps during my half day of leave-clearing tomorrow (ahem).
More search engine hits:
"how to excuse pes E IPPT"
"how to write a virus"
"hokkien counterstrike sounds"
"how to be pretentious"
"Waffletown in Singapore"
"Pork knuckle + Singapore+holland"
More stuff seen on "Just Eat Me"
"I'm happy Peggy and Kevin Siew got the President's scholarships, cos they're decent people. And I'm happy Jianlong got his SAFOS scholarship too, cos he needs it. But Shiyi! Teo Shiyi! I mean, the guy's just pure evil. He's Hitler incarnate! Oh wait, I'm breaking a promise I made a while back.
Santha, Bitch From Hell: "I don't want any of you calling my prefects Hitler again."
Ravi (fighting back laughter): "Um."
Andrew (fighting back laughter): "Um."
Me (fighting back laughter and losing): "Yes, ma'am. We will not call any prefect Hitler again."
Asshole."
My dissing people skill is not as finely refined. He seems to be able to do it with fewer of the negative side effects :)
I never understood the Hitler thing, but I remember he did book me once for eating in class. He didn't actually see me eating, but he claimed that he saw crumbs on my lips. Actually I was eating in class, but that's a separate issue - one shouldn't book others on assumptions!
Balderdash's anniversary is coming in 1 week! Maybe I can start a feature - "this week on Balderdash..."
Behold the very first, the virgin post.
"Online journals are evil. So I've said before.
So I will post all the weird things I always tell people here!
Muahaha."
Looks like I didn't quite live up to my mission statement.
More search engine hits:
"how to excuse pes E IPPT"
"how to write a virus"
"hokkien counterstrike sounds"
"how to be pretentious"
"Waffletown in Singapore"
"Pork knuckle + Singapore+holland"
More stuff seen on "Just Eat Me"
"I'm happy Peggy and Kevin Siew got the President's scholarships, cos they're decent people. And I'm happy Jianlong got his SAFOS scholarship too, cos he needs it. But Shiyi! Teo Shiyi! I mean, the guy's just pure evil. He's Hitler incarnate! Oh wait, I'm breaking a promise I made a while back.
Santha, Bitch From Hell: "I don't want any of you calling my prefects Hitler again."
Ravi (fighting back laughter): "Um."
Andrew (fighting back laughter): "Um."
Me (fighting back laughter and losing): "Yes, ma'am. We will not call any prefect Hitler again."
Asshole."
My dissing people skill is not as finely refined. He seems to be able to do it with fewer of the negative side effects :)
I never understood the Hitler thing, but I remember he did book me once for eating in class. He didn't actually see me eating, but he claimed that he saw crumbs on my lips. Actually I was eating in class, but that's a separate issue - one shouldn't book others on assumptions!
Balderdash's anniversary is coming in 1 week! Maybe I can start a feature - "this week on Balderdash..."
Behold the very first, the virgin post.
"Online journals are evil. So I've said before.
So I will post all the weird things I always tell people here!
Muahaha."
Looks like I didn't quite live up to my mission statement.
Post ID: 79895533
Tuesday, August 06, 2002
THE 27 TOP THINGS YOU WISH YOU COULD SAY AT WORK
1. I can see your point, but I still think you're full of shit.
2. I have plenty of talent and vision. I just don't give a fuck.
3. How about "never"? Is "never" good for you?
4. It sounds like English, but I can't understand a word you're
saying.
5. I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself
in public.
6. Ahhh, I see the fuck-up fairy has visited us again.
7. You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.
8. I'm already visualising the duct tape over your mouth.
9. The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean you're an
artist.
10. Someday, we'll look back on this, laugh nervously and change the
subject.
11. I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about
you.
12. I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to
pronounce.
13. Any connection between your reality and mine is purely
coincidental.
14. I like you. You remind me of when I was young and stupid.
15. What am I? Flypaper for freaks!?
16. I'm not being rude. You're just insignificant.
17. Thank you. We're all refreshed and challenged by your unique
point of view.
18. It's a thankless job, but I've got a lot of Karma to burn off.
19. Yes, I am an agent of Satan, but my duties are largely ceremonial.
20. No, my powers can only be used for good.
21. I'm really easy to get along with once people learn to worship me.
22. You sound reasonable......time to up my medication.
23. I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter.
24. I'm out of my mind, but feel free to leave a message.
25. I don't work here. I'm a consultant.
26. Who me? I just wander from room to room.
27. My toys! My toys! I can't do this job without my toys!:
For those HIGH STRESS days
1. Well, aren't we just a ray of fucking sunshine?
2. Not the brightest crayon in the box now, are we?
3. Do I look like a fucking people person?
4. This isn't an office. It's Hell with fluorescent lighting.
5. I pretend to work. They pretend to pay me.
6. You! Off my planet!!
7. Practice random acts of intelligence & senseless acts of
self-control.
8. I like cats too. Let's exchange recipes.
9. Did the aliens forget to remove your anal probe?
10. And your crybaby whiny-assed opinion would be...?
11. How many times do I have to flush before you go away?
12. Aw, did I step on your poor little bitty ego?
13. How do I set a laser printer to stun?
14. I'm not tense, just terribly, terribly alert.
15. When I want your opinion, I'll give it to you.
16. Earth is full, Go home.
1. I can see your point, but I still think you're full of shit.
2. I have plenty of talent and vision. I just don't give a fuck.
3. How about "never"? Is "never" good for you?
4. It sounds like English, but I can't understand a word you're
saying.
5. I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself
in public.
6. Ahhh, I see the fuck-up fairy has visited us again.
7. You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.
8. I'm already visualising the duct tape over your mouth.
9. The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean you're an
artist.
10. Someday, we'll look back on this, laugh nervously and change the
subject.
11. I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about
you.
12. I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to
pronounce.
13. Any connection between your reality and mine is purely
coincidental.
14. I like you. You remind me of when I was young and stupid.
15. What am I? Flypaper for freaks!?
16. I'm not being rude. You're just insignificant.
17. Thank you. We're all refreshed and challenged by your unique
point of view.
18. It's a thankless job, but I've got a lot of Karma to burn off.
19. Yes, I am an agent of Satan, but my duties are largely ceremonial.
20. No, my powers can only be used for good.
21. I'm really easy to get along with once people learn to worship me.
22. You sound reasonable......time to up my medication.
23. I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter.
24. I'm out of my mind, but feel free to leave a message.
25. I don't work here. I'm a consultant.
26. Who me? I just wander from room to room.
27. My toys! My toys! I can't do this job without my toys!:
For those HIGH STRESS days
1. Well, aren't we just a ray of fucking sunshine?
2. Not the brightest crayon in the box now, are we?
3. Do I look like a fucking people person?
4. This isn't an office. It's Hell with fluorescent lighting.
5. I pretend to work. They pretend to pay me.
6. You! Off my planet!!
7. Practice random acts of intelligence & senseless acts of
self-control.
8. I like cats too. Let's exchange recipes.
9. Did the aliens forget to remove your anal probe?
10. And your crybaby whiny-assed opinion would be...?
11. How many times do I have to flush before you go away?
12. Aw, did I step on your poor little bitty ego?
13. How do I set a laser printer to stun?
14. I'm not tense, just terribly, terribly alert.
15. When I want your opinion, I'll give it to you.
16. Earth is full, Go home.
Post ID: 79881518
As far as I know there's no generic name for Nazi parades, (although I have to add that my German is on par with my ability to deal with reality). But the grande dame of Nazi parade footage comes from "Triumph des Willens" - Leni Riefenstahl's masterpiece documentary/propaganda film of the sixth Nazi Party Congress.
The Nazis didn't have those open-close flag-book things that the crowd flips to make giant patterns though. Now we know why they lost the war.
The Nazis didn't have those open-close flag-book things that the crowd flips to make giant patterns though. Now we know why they lost the war.
Post ID: 79879204
Forgot to add that Peggy and the other president scholars came back during assembly to give us " inspirational talks " this morning....Arggghh....
I've got to say that hers was way better than the rest. The first one sounded like some med fac guy who speaks politically correct boring, cliched speaches and he sounded like the PAP. The second was Peggy who was quite OK since she spoke sincerely. And the third was some engine guy (i think) judging from his not so good quality of English, and his speech was about slacking your whole JC life away and having fun but that we should thank the marvellous teachers we have in RJ to help pull us through. Har Har Har. Confessions of a slacker who got the oh-so-prestigious-scholarship anyway.
Then we met Peggy while my IPW grp was discussing stuff at the vandalised table.
She needed directions to the geography room which just happened to be next door...that's when I realised that she was from AO1 and not AO3. Bah.
I've got to say that hers was way better than the rest. The first one sounded like some med fac guy who speaks politically correct boring, cliched speaches and he sounded like the PAP. The second was Peggy who was quite OK since she spoke sincerely. And the third was some engine guy (i think) judging from his not so good quality of English, and his speech was about slacking your whole JC life away and having fun but that we should thank the marvellous teachers we have in RJ to help pull us through. Har Har Har. Confessions of a slacker who got the oh-so-prestigious-scholarship anyway.
Then we met Peggy while my IPW grp was discussing stuff at the vandalised table.
She needed directions to the geography room which just happened to be next door...that's when I realised that she was from AO1 and not AO3. Bah.
Post ID: 79878030
I absolutely abhor NKF personnel. They always have to get all the ah lian looking girls to come give us the talks and yechao says that it's prob because noone else would want that sorta job.
Then they start giving you doomsday messages about how you should eat this and that or else die and have yakult straws poked into you for kidney dialysis...
That's not all. They also play the stupid same old Darryl David video again and again and again, year after year! Tell the government to please change the darn corny thing! It's not even sincere! Except for the accounts of the many Malays who suffer from kidney failure. ( Why are they always malays ah? Diet?) I've watched the bloody video 4 times already in my entire school life. From primary to secondary to JC. Can't they show us something new? You would think that they'd have enough money to invest in a new video, watching all they waste on a silly national day parade.
Yechao thinks that the NDP is like some hitler thingey...he drew parallels to the kind of parades that hitler advocated. What were the parades called hm? Can't remember.
The video, if you can remember, is really darn stupid, with this nerdy looking guy pretending to exercise and lead a healthy lifestyle! *perky voice*
ugh.
Why do they waste their time coming to RJ to get bombarded by people who're way smarter than them in their knowledge of these things anyway??? Really don't get it.
Then they start giving you doomsday messages about how you should eat this and that or else die and have yakult straws poked into you for kidney dialysis...
That's not all. They also play the stupid same old Darryl David video again and again and again, year after year! Tell the government to please change the darn corny thing! It's not even sincere! Except for the accounts of the many Malays who suffer from kidney failure. ( Why are they always malays ah? Diet?) I've watched the bloody video 4 times already in my entire school life. From primary to secondary to JC. Can't they show us something new? You would think that they'd have enough money to invest in a new video, watching all they waste on a silly national day parade.
Yechao thinks that the NDP is like some hitler thingey...he drew parallels to the kind of parades that hitler advocated. What were the parades called hm? Can't remember.
The video, if you can remember, is really darn stupid, with this nerdy looking guy pretending to exercise and lead a healthy lifestyle! *perky voice*
ugh.
Why do they waste their time coming to RJ to get bombarded by people who're way smarter than them in their knowledge of these things anyway??? Really don't get it.
Post ID: 79877870
"Cujus est solum, ejus est usque ad coelum et ad inferos."
I wonder if this applies to apartments?
In any event, one of my alternate residences is landed property, and it's time to break out the bloody Sdkfz 7 flak guns!
I wonder if this applies to apartments?
In any event, one of my alternate residences is landed property, and it's time to break out the bloody Sdkfz 7 flak guns!
Post ID: 79869019
Monday, August 05, 2002
Hi guys! and one gal...rite? If I'm not wrong?
I'm still rather blur as to who's on the team.
Heh heh. Guess what! I'm here to join all of ya!! ~wooohooo~
Won't blog much today. Just decided to drop a note so that you all will know of my existance and not think that some weirdo ghost came flittering onto this plain boring ole thing of a blog. *oops, I didn't say that*
You may see some strange going-ons from now on...
Heh
heh
heh.
Adios amigos
I'm still rather blur as to who's on the team.
Heh heh. Guess what! I'm here to join all of ya!! ~wooohooo~
Won't blog much today. Just decided to drop a note so that you all will know of my existance and not think that some weirdo ghost came flittering onto this plain boring ole thing of a blog. *oops, I didn't say that*
You may see some strange going-ons from now on...
Heh
heh
heh.
Adios amigos
Post ID: 79846547
To act as a foil to all the pinups of Japanese girls in bikinis in my bunk, I have just printed out 3 pictures of none other than Wo-Hen Nankan!
Intriguingly, both Xephyris and Geraldine knew just whose visage I was going to print out when I mooted the idea to them. They know me so well.
In other news, the packet of Balsamic Vinegar and Sea Salt Kettle Chips has reappeared, together with some other food that went missing from my room, hanging on the back gate of my house! So my sister didn't devour it after all.
Actually I *could* pay Andrew to ship Kettle over but... Ah.
Intriguingly, both Xephyris and Geraldine knew just whose visage I was going to print out when I mooted the idea to them. They know me so well.
In other news, the packet of Balsamic Vinegar and Sea Salt Kettle Chips has reappeared, together with some other food that went missing from my room, hanging on the back gate of my house! So my sister didn't devour it after all.
Actually I *could* pay Andrew to ship Kettle over but... Ah.
Post ID: 79843124
Restored Post
I have somewhat of a headache after confinement, so I'll trim the following a bit.
After the 8KM (woah) run cum Games Day on Thursday, we were taught "Connect Part 2". Now, rabid readers will remember that the original Connect involves the CO laying his hand out, and people touching it, and everyone else touching each other, such that if a bolt of lightning were to hit any of us, we'd all be fried to a crisp. Now, some bright guy came up with "Part 2". This incredibly inane act involves everyone holding hands - yes, holding hands. So much for macho-ism!. Everyone stands and points their right palms down and left palms up. Then they all link hands and stand in a giant circle facing inwards. When given the go ahead, they all turn to their right, such that everyone is facing outwards and their hands are in awkward positions. Then, they turn back to the left. Everyone then runs towards the centre of the circle and shouts "The Cutting Edge". Sheesh.
CDAC came down to give our unit a talk, and I was left wondering why it was compulsory for all of us to go. For one, only Chinese qualified for CDAC programmes, and looking around, I saw quite a few Indians seated in the auditorium. Also, the subsidies they offered were available for those with O level qualifications and below only, so all us medics were there just to enjoy the air-conditioning. The speaker was not atrociously bad - just bad, and irritatingly, she tried to act cute - she'd squeak at the end of every few sentences.
I was reading the Computer Times, and there was a guest article from a 10 year old NYPS Student in Primary 4. I was rather amused to find that the NYPS boy actually wrote better, both in style and in content, than most of the writers that the Computer Times employs (which explains why I don't usually read the Computer Times even when both of us are available).
At the last minute, I was asked to take over duty on Saturday, which suited me just fine - I exchanged my duty on the 12th for it, so I can now go to Melbourne (unless the SAF plays me out, which it'd better not).
Compared to my hellish Tuesday duty, when I was bedevilled by all manner of problems, Saturday duty was positively relaxing. The first half of the morning was spent half-slumbering, with Symphony 92.4 on in the background, and I was interrupted only when, mid-way through the Sleigh Ride from Prokofiev's Troika, I was brought back to consciousness to attend to someone from my unit who was reporting sick, as the other 42SAR medics had all gone to do dirty work at the NDp rehearsal.
When I flipped through the sick bay records, I saw that one guy'd saw a rat one day. At the time, I was rather amused by the entry, but I had no fewer than 3 sightings in my tour of duty! The first was when I opened the pantry's dustbin to throw away the remnants of lunch, and saw 2 smallish, slightly cute rats perched on the rim. Later, a large, unbelievably fast rat ran across my path when I entered the pantry, and later ran across the counter, up a pipe and disappeared into a hole in the ceiling. And the final sighting was of the same big rat the next morning - when I opened the door, the rat emerged from the styrofoam box where the food was kept and ran up the same hole in the ceiling. On examination, I found that the box'd been nibbled through, and a styrofoam packet containing the previous day's dinner had been nibbled through. I hope that the rat dies a horrible death from styrofoam poisoning!
Saturday's lunch was rather spectacular for SAF food - half a fried spring chicken, some wedges, a butter roll, a tomato and peas. It's probably the first pseudo-Western SAF meal I've eaten that doesn't include rice in some form or other, and I think this is what Iskandar was talking about when he described the Western food in SISPEC that the trainees actually looked forward to eating - "You wouldn't think SAF could cook good Western food". It was a touch soggy, but much better than the fare we usually get. And some people didn't want their shares (I think the duty ambulance drivers had all run back to their bunks or booked out even), so I ate another share. And I was lucky I did, for dinner was HOT, and I touched not a grain of rice, nor a sliver of otar, nor a shred of Chicken Rendang (at least I think it was Chicken Rendang) nor a single long bean.
The 46SAR Senior Medic asked me to stay in the Senior Medics' Room to make sure that the foreign workers painting the room wouldn't abscond with any documents (I can just imagine it - Bangladeshi workers who can't read English want to get the duty list so they know when to raid the pantry), and it was tolerable, though less comfortable than the sickbay where there was a radio and it was cooler. After a while, the workers turned off the air-conditioning so they could do their work, so I sweltered in the room for a length of time. After they turned it on again, I thought that would be the last of the discomfort, but just before they ran off for the day, they turned it off again, so the Standby Medic and I had to go turn on the Compressors on the roof, and search for the master air-con power panel. Evil Banglas!
I was lounging on the sickbay bed at night when the Duty Medic opened the door and said, "Send Patient". I scurried to change, only to have him coming in half a minute later and admitting that he'd tricked me. Grr.
Learning about my confinement, the Standby Medic remarked that my CSM was very "fucked up", and that he always gave people confinements. Looking at the reasons some people got confined, I am flabbergasted. Perhaps the most outrageous so far is - "Lack of effort during Battalion Run x 1 confinement". Apparently these people were walking during the Life run, and so warrant a burnt day off.
After I'd handed over my duty, I went for my confinement. At first I'd thought that the 3 of us confined Medics would get to spend the whole day sleeping, but we were presented with a seemingly endless list of chores to accomplish - cleaning the vehicle sheds, vehicle washing points, the multi-purpose hall (MPH), the canteen area... However, in the end, the Company Orderly Sergeant (COS) supervising us was quite lenient, so at about 10 we went back to the bunk and slept until almost 2, when we went to do more work. This ended at around 4pm, and we went back to sleep. In the end, I was so full of sleep that I got a headache whenever I closed my eyes.
I was reading the NDP programme, and there was this maze:
"Jo'an needs help!
Jo'an needs to make her way home to where the heart is. Can you help her get there?"
And the cartoon of her was very. Unrecognisable.
I wonder what she thinks of being made into a cartoon character for a maze. And also of her name appearing in every post I pen that has to do with NDP (Hey, she's the star, so naturally her name'll appear a lot).
There was some charity show showing on Channel 8 (I am one of the few in the bunk who watches English-language television, so usually I am relegated to watching, if I please, badly dubbed Japanese/Korean/Hong Kong dramas which thankfully are subbed so I can comprehend what is going on), with people skipping. At first, they were skipping to the most recognisable part of "Les Toreadors" from Carmen - a 15 second clip looped for 5 minutes. Needless to say, I was ready to tear my hair out. Later in their act, as they started to progress to stunts of increasing complexity, their greenness became evident as they kept fouling up - getting tangled in the ropes, stepping on the ropes and such. This incompetence only elicited ever more frequent and ever more enthusiastic cries of encouragement from both the hosts and the audience. So much for achieving a requisite standard for for National Television.
At the Staff Parade at night, where all the confinees and duty personnel from my unit were required to report, 3 people were awarded yet another confinement (on top of the one they were currently serving) because they were "late" - but then the official time for the Staff Parade was 9:45pm, and the Duty Officer (DO) decided to hold it at 9:30pm. Ahh, the injustice of our meagre existences.
Monday morning, I was never so happy to see my 11B (Singapore Armed Forces Identity Card).
Things to do: Get the boring gray T-shirt which says "ARMY" in bold, stark letters at the back, and write "SUCKS" with a marker at the bottom. I've ~$179 of credit left for the year, mayhap I shall try this!
Fain, soon shall I up the ante and bring more intelligent reading material than Raymond E Feist and Janny Wurt's "Servant of the Empire" (which is a good book, at any rate) to my not-so-gilded. Perchance Thucydides' The History of the Peloponnesian War, or Plutarch's Lives of the Ancients, both of which currently gather dust on my bookshelf. All the stuff on my "to read" list - now is the time to cut it down to size. If I find the time.
Quotes:
"[On Yiliang's numerous printouts of Japanese girls in bikinis, tacked all around the bunk] You better get a girlfriend, understand? This is fucking dangerous."
"[On discharging the ammunition given for guard duty] I think a flag will come out"
"Orgy with 20 RGS girls. All of them have [nick]names... You have a large frame, so it's possible... They all go back and wear their RGS outfits" - Tim The Great" (!@#$%^&*())
"You'll make a good priest, you have a very bad sense of humour"
"ATC celebrates Sinagapore 37th birthday (Singapore's)" - Sign. You'd think they'd be able to get at least the spelling of our country's name correct, but NOOOO.
I have somewhat of a headache after confinement, so I'll trim the following a bit.
After the 8KM (woah) run cum Games Day on Thursday, we were taught "Connect Part 2". Now, rabid readers will remember that the original Connect involves the CO laying his hand out, and people touching it, and everyone else touching each other, such that if a bolt of lightning were to hit any of us, we'd all be fried to a crisp. Now, some bright guy came up with "Part 2". This incredibly inane act involves everyone holding hands - yes, holding hands. So much for macho-ism!. Everyone stands and points their right palms down and left palms up. Then they all link hands and stand in a giant circle facing inwards. When given the go ahead, they all turn to their right, such that everyone is facing outwards and their hands are in awkward positions. Then, they turn back to the left. Everyone then runs towards the centre of the circle and shouts "The Cutting Edge". Sheesh.
CDAC came down to give our unit a talk, and I was left wondering why it was compulsory for all of us to go. For one, only Chinese qualified for CDAC programmes, and looking around, I saw quite a few Indians seated in the auditorium. Also, the subsidies they offered were available for those with O level qualifications and below only, so all us medics were there just to enjoy the air-conditioning. The speaker was not atrociously bad - just bad, and irritatingly, she tried to act cute - she'd squeak at the end of every few sentences.
I was reading the Computer Times, and there was a guest article from a 10 year old NYPS Student in Primary 4. I was rather amused to find that the NYPS boy actually wrote better, both in style and in content, than most of the writers that the Computer Times employs (which explains why I don't usually read the Computer Times even when both of us are available).
At the last minute, I was asked to take over duty on Saturday, which suited me just fine - I exchanged my duty on the 12th for it, so I can now go to Melbourne (unless the SAF plays me out, which it'd better not).
Compared to my hellish Tuesday duty, when I was bedevilled by all manner of problems, Saturday duty was positively relaxing. The first half of the morning was spent half-slumbering, with Symphony 92.4 on in the background, and I was interrupted only when, mid-way through the Sleigh Ride from Prokofiev's Troika, I was brought back to consciousness to attend to someone from my unit who was reporting sick, as the other 42SAR medics had all gone to do dirty work at the NDp rehearsal.
When I flipped through the sick bay records, I saw that one guy'd saw a rat one day. At the time, I was rather amused by the entry, but I had no fewer than 3 sightings in my tour of duty! The first was when I opened the pantry's dustbin to throw away the remnants of lunch, and saw 2 smallish, slightly cute rats perched on the rim. Later, a large, unbelievably fast rat ran across my path when I entered the pantry, and later ran across the counter, up a pipe and disappeared into a hole in the ceiling. And the final sighting was of the same big rat the next morning - when I opened the door, the rat emerged from the styrofoam box where the food was kept and ran up the same hole in the ceiling. On examination, I found that the box'd been nibbled through, and a styrofoam packet containing the previous day's dinner had been nibbled through. I hope that the rat dies a horrible death from styrofoam poisoning!
Saturday's lunch was rather spectacular for SAF food - half a fried spring chicken, some wedges, a butter roll, a tomato and peas. It's probably the first pseudo-Western SAF meal I've eaten that doesn't include rice in some form or other, and I think this is what Iskandar was talking about when he described the Western food in SISPEC that the trainees actually looked forward to eating - "You wouldn't think SAF could cook good Western food". It was a touch soggy, but much better than the fare we usually get. And some people didn't want their shares (I think the duty ambulance drivers had all run back to their bunks or booked out even), so I ate another share. And I was lucky I did, for dinner was HOT, and I touched not a grain of rice, nor a sliver of otar, nor a shred of Chicken Rendang (at least I think it was Chicken Rendang) nor a single long bean.
The 46SAR Senior Medic asked me to stay in the Senior Medics' Room to make sure that the foreign workers painting the room wouldn't abscond with any documents (I can just imagine it - Bangladeshi workers who can't read English want to get the duty list so they know when to raid the pantry), and it was tolerable, though less comfortable than the sickbay where there was a radio and it was cooler. After a while, the workers turned off the air-conditioning so they could do their work, so I sweltered in the room for a length of time. After they turned it on again, I thought that would be the last of the discomfort, but just before they ran off for the day, they turned it off again, so the Standby Medic and I had to go turn on the Compressors on the roof, and search for the master air-con power panel. Evil Banglas!
I was lounging on the sickbay bed at night when the Duty Medic opened the door and said, "Send Patient". I scurried to change, only to have him coming in half a minute later and admitting that he'd tricked me. Grr.
Learning about my confinement, the Standby Medic remarked that my CSM was very "fucked up", and that he always gave people confinements. Looking at the reasons some people got confined, I am flabbergasted. Perhaps the most outrageous so far is - "Lack of effort during Battalion Run x 1 confinement". Apparently these people were walking during the Life run, and so warrant a burnt day off.
After I'd handed over my duty, I went for my confinement. At first I'd thought that the 3 of us confined Medics would get to spend the whole day sleeping, but we were presented with a seemingly endless list of chores to accomplish - cleaning the vehicle sheds, vehicle washing points, the multi-purpose hall (MPH), the canteen area... However, in the end, the Company Orderly Sergeant (COS) supervising us was quite lenient, so at about 10 we went back to the bunk and slept until almost 2, when we went to do more work. This ended at around 4pm, and we went back to sleep. In the end, I was so full of sleep that I got a headache whenever I closed my eyes.
I was reading the NDP programme, and there was this maze:
"Jo'an needs help!
Jo'an needs to make her way home to where the heart is. Can you help her get there?"
And the cartoon of her was very. Unrecognisable.
I wonder what she thinks of being made into a cartoon character for a maze. And also of her name appearing in every post I pen that has to do with NDP (Hey, she's the star, so naturally her name'll appear a lot).
There was some charity show showing on Channel 8 (I am one of the few in the bunk who watches English-language television, so usually I am relegated to watching, if I please, badly dubbed Japanese/Korean/Hong Kong dramas which thankfully are subbed so I can comprehend what is going on), with people skipping. At first, they were skipping to the most recognisable part of "Les Toreadors" from Carmen - a 15 second clip looped for 5 minutes. Needless to say, I was ready to tear my hair out. Later in their act, as they started to progress to stunts of increasing complexity, their greenness became evident as they kept fouling up - getting tangled in the ropes, stepping on the ropes and such. This incompetence only elicited ever more frequent and ever more enthusiastic cries of encouragement from both the hosts and the audience. So much for achieving a requisite standard for for National Television.
At the Staff Parade at night, where all the confinees and duty personnel from my unit were required to report, 3 people were awarded yet another confinement (on top of the one they were currently serving) because they were "late" - but then the official time for the Staff Parade was 9:45pm, and the Duty Officer (DO) decided to hold it at 9:30pm. Ahh, the injustice of our meagre existences.
Monday morning, I was never so happy to see my 11B (Singapore Armed Forces Identity Card).
Things to do: Get the boring gray T-shirt which says "ARMY" in bold, stark letters at the back, and write "SUCKS" with a marker at the bottom. I've ~$179 of credit left for the year, mayhap I shall try this!
Fain, soon shall I up the ante and bring more intelligent reading material than Raymond E Feist and Janny Wurt's "Servant of the Empire" (which is a good book, at any rate) to my not-so-gilded. Perchance Thucydides' The History of the Peloponnesian War, or Plutarch's Lives of the Ancients, both of which currently gather dust on my bookshelf. All the stuff on my "to read" list - now is the time to cut it down to size. If I find the time.
Quotes:
"[On Yiliang's numerous printouts of Japanese girls in bikinis, tacked all around the bunk] You better get a girlfriend, understand? This is fucking dangerous."
"[On discharging the ammunition given for guard duty] I think a flag will come out"
"Orgy with 20 RGS girls. All of them have [nick]names... You have a large frame, so it's possible... They all go back and wear their RGS outfits" - Tim The Great" (!@#$%^&*())
"You'll make a good priest, you have a very bad sense of humour"
"ATC celebrates Sinagapore 37th birthday (Singapore's)" - Sign. You'd think they'd be able to get at least the spelling of our country's name correct, but NOOOO.
Post ID: 79837673
The letters in the forum are always very amusing. I still remember one writer admonishing readers with an oddly phrased line, "Those who worship at the altar of materialism will say a resounding 'Yes', and the time some person suggested adding letters before and after bus numbers so you'd know which interchanges they started from and were bound to, and somehow divine where they'd stop along the way.
This time, someone wrote something so incomprehensible that I know not how to describe or deplore it:
"Plug-in problem at UOB site
I REFER to Mr Paul Chan Boon Cheow's letter, 'DBS website needed plug-ins, but unavailable' (ST, Aug 1).
I recently visited the UOB Group's website www.uobgroup.com to change my user name and password.
I, too, encountered a similar problem.
The website requested that I install the 'Java virtual machine' plug-in before I could proceed.
Users who have already installed the plug-in would not encounter the prompt, as I later found out when I visited the website using another computer.
I wonder how many banks still rely on this software, yet claim that their online facilities have high security.
CHONG KOK SENG"
Apparently this person is saying that those who install the JRE plugin will be able to bypass the security measures on the site or something. But supposedly letters "...based on incorrect information or spurious assumptions" will be rejected. Looks like a fish got through the net.
It's news commentary time! I was reading Friday's papers on Saturday and was so free that I decided to meditate briefly upon some points. So let me mount the bully pulpit for a few paragraphs (alternatively you can always switch the channel)
It seems that the Sportswomen we got from China are bringing us many Golds. Now, I do not dispute their Singaporean-ness, one of them having lived here since the early 1990s, as I recall. However, it is rather ludicrous for 3/4 of the Women's team to be China-born and bred. If this is taken to mean that Singapore is a melting pot which welcomes all manner of people, then what about the Vietnamese Boat People of yesteryear? To my knowledge, not content with merely deporting them, the government decided to give them a souvenir in the form of some strokes of the cane, before shipping them back to the totalitarian regime of Vietnam. And the same goes for all the other unwelcome ones. Of course other countries do the same - I caught a glimpse of the New Zealand vs Singapore Womens' Doubles match, and it turned out that it was a match between 4 China-borns. Most amusing.
There was also an article on proactive parenting. It was about how some parents take great interest in, and actively strive to improve, their childrens' academic performance. As examples, the article gave how one mother attends all her daughter's birthday parties, so she can keep in contact with the parents of children who do well in their studies, and ask them how they do so well. Another moved house three times within the same neighbourhood to keep ties with parents whose children could achieve good results academically. One spends $24,000 a year in tuition fees for her children, and sends the tender minds for endless classes and a battery of psychiatric and psychological tests to identify problems and improve their performance in school. And a last doesn't buy toys for her children. I'm sure many or most (not parents) would find this behaviour repugnant, but the article implied that this sort of behaviour was good and should be encouraged. A testament to how disgustingly warped and pathetic kiasuism has made Singaporean society.
Some time in the past, I was ranting that the SAT I's "Verbal" section was inexplicably named, for it was written. My apologies, for I have checked it up and found that "verbal" and "oral" do not necessarily mean the same thing.
Lyrics to the farting song!
Word of the day: "quodlibet"
This time, someone wrote something so incomprehensible that I know not how to describe or deplore it:
"Plug-in problem at UOB site
I REFER to Mr Paul Chan Boon Cheow's letter, 'DBS website needed plug-ins, but unavailable' (ST, Aug 1).
I recently visited the UOB Group's website www.uobgroup.com to change my user name and password.
I, too, encountered a similar problem.
The website requested that I install the 'Java virtual machine' plug-in before I could proceed.
Users who have already installed the plug-in would not encounter the prompt, as I later found out when I visited the website using another computer.
I wonder how many banks still rely on this software, yet claim that their online facilities have high security.
CHONG KOK SENG"
Apparently this person is saying that those who install the JRE plugin will be able to bypass the security measures on the site or something. But supposedly letters "...based on incorrect information or spurious assumptions" will be rejected. Looks like a fish got through the net.
It's news commentary time! I was reading Friday's papers on Saturday and was so free that I decided to meditate briefly upon some points. So let me mount the bully pulpit for a few paragraphs (alternatively you can always switch the channel)
It seems that the Sportswomen we got from China are bringing us many Golds. Now, I do not dispute their Singaporean-ness, one of them having lived here since the early 1990s, as I recall. However, it is rather ludicrous for 3/4 of the Women's team to be China-born and bred. If this is taken to mean that Singapore is a melting pot which welcomes all manner of people, then what about the Vietnamese Boat People of yesteryear? To my knowledge, not content with merely deporting them, the government decided to give them a souvenir in the form of some strokes of the cane, before shipping them back to the totalitarian regime of Vietnam. And the same goes for all the other unwelcome ones. Of course other countries do the same - I caught a glimpse of the New Zealand vs Singapore Womens' Doubles match, and it turned out that it was a match between 4 China-borns. Most amusing.
There was also an article on proactive parenting. It was about how some parents take great interest in, and actively strive to improve, their childrens' academic performance. As examples, the article gave how one mother attends all her daughter's birthday parties, so she can keep in contact with the parents of children who do well in their studies, and ask them how they do so well. Another moved house three times within the same neighbourhood to keep ties with parents whose children could achieve good results academically. One spends $24,000 a year in tuition fees for her children, and sends the tender minds for endless classes and a battery of psychiatric and psychological tests to identify problems and improve their performance in school. And a last doesn't buy toys for her children. I'm sure many or most (not parents) would find this behaviour repugnant, but the article implied that this sort of behaviour was good and should be encouraged. A testament to how disgustingly warped and pathetic kiasuism has made Singaporean society.
Some time in the past, I was ranting that the SAT I's "Verbal" section was inexplicably named, for it was written. My apologies, for I have checked it up and found that "verbal" and "oral" do not necessarily mean the same thing.
Lyrics to the farting song!
Word of the day: "quodlibet"
Post ID: 79836673
Quick search engine referral update:
"chij sex" - now which branch of the franchise school that is the Convent of the Holy Infant Jesus would this person be looking for? My sister disparages convent girls, but she's always been biased.
"who dares wins ringtone" - the theme song for the show is rather irritating, I must admit. And I've seen this query more than a few times. Mayhap I shall come up with something so these souls won't be disappointed!
"teo shiyi" - looks like people still want to find out more about the President's Scholars. Too bad they won't find any information on the rest here. I must admit I know nothing about Yeo Wenshan. My only interaction with Kevin Siew is during a Maths Lecture when he told me to go see Leong Yew Wah about my anti-purple posters :) And Peggy Pao Peiyu once asked me if I had "PalmSutra" on my Palm IIIc, probably thanks to Ravi Abraham Varghese (Indra) [NB: I never found out why he was always so upset when I appended 'Indra' to the end of his name, such that the first letters of each word spelt out 'RAVI', and I never accepted his claim that 'Indra' meant 'Idiot' in Malay/some Indian language] and Paul Wong's going around telling everyone that I did.
"primary schoolgirl sex pic" - I've no preteen porn! Really!
"chij sex" - now which branch of the franchise school that is the Convent of the Holy Infant Jesus would this person be looking for? My sister disparages convent girls, but she's always been biased.
"who dares wins ringtone" - the theme song for the show is rather irritating, I must admit. And I've seen this query more than a few times. Mayhap I shall come up with something so these souls won't be disappointed!
"teo shiyi" - looks like people still want to find out more about the President's Scholars. Too bad they won't find any information on the rest here. I must admit I know nothing about Yeo Wenshan. My only interaction with Kevin Siew is during a Maths Lecture when he told me to go see Leong Yew Wah about my anti-purple posters :) And Peggy Pao Peiyu once asked me if I had "PalmSutra" on my Palm IIIc, probably thanks to Ravi Abraham Varghese (Indra) [NB: I never found out why he was always so upset when I appended 'Indra' to the end of his name, such that the first letters of each word spelt out 'RAVI', and I never accepted his claim that 'Indra' meant 'Idiot' in Malay/some Indian language] and Paul Wong's going around telling everyone that I did.
"primary schoolgirl sex pic" - I've no preteen porn! Really!
Post ID: 79828293
The Straight Dope always
unearths all sorts of fun stuff
http://www.maximonline.com/entertainment/articles/article_3899.html
Copy Rats
Is plagiarism rampant in one Mickey Mouse organization?
Maxim, December 2000
by David Jacobson
In the most disturbing news since our presidential election, a jury
found the ultrahuggable Walt Disney Co. guilty of stealing ideas for
its Wide World of Sports complex from a former baseball umpire in
Buffalo and an architect from Canada. Though Disney reportedly will
appeal the $240 million verdict, the case is a reminder of the many
brilliant ideas that Disney has swiped from other sources over the
years:
The original concept for 101 Dalmatians was lifted from a low-budget
Italian horror flick, Notte dei Cani di Spotti (Night of the Spotted
Dogs), in which a crazy woman skins stray puppies to make a coat. In
a final act of revenge, the hyperactive hounds rise from the grave
and tear her apart like a rawhide chew toy.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, the word supposedly coined by
Mary Poppins to make kids sound �precocious,� was actually invented
by turn-of-the-century Scottish coal miners. It was used to request
�the works� from prostitutes by men too shy to recite specific acts.
Lumi�re, the anthropomorphic candle in 1991�s Beauty and the Beast,
draws his inspiration from the Buddhist monks who set themselves
afire to protest America�s involvement in the Vietnam War. Ignoring
the advice of their legal counsel, the even-tempered Buddhists
elected not to sue Disney over the matter.
Flubber, the �flying rubber� in The Absent-minded Professor (and the
heartwarming Robin Williams remake), was in fact a real product
created by DuPont in the late 1950s. It was never marketed because
of problems with the shipping and shelving of levitating inventory.
Woody, the action-figure hero of Toy Story, is a rip-off of the
cowboy from The Village People. Check out the way he moves; it�s
pretty obvious.
Cinderella�s Castle at Disney�s Magic Kingdom is an exact copy of
one built by the Marquis de Sade in 18th-century France. Duplicating
the features of the sadomasochist�s lair was an inside joke among
park designers that wasn�t noticed until it was too late.
�It�s a Small World (After All),� the song chanted by hundreds of
mechanical dolls on the classic Disneyworld boat ride, was penned in
1948 and intended to be the United Nations anthem. But the
psychotically sweet refrain only inflamed international tensions and
caused the United Nations to quickly drop it.
From the Langalist:
"Investment strategy for today's market:"
If you had bought $1000.00 worth of Nortel stock one year ago, it would now be worth $49.00.
With Enron, you would have $16.50 of the original $1,000.00. With Worldcom, you would have less than $5.00 left.
If you had bought $1,000.00 worth of Budweiser (the beer, not the stock) one year ago, drank all the beer, then turned in the cans for the 10 cent deposit, you would have $214.00.
Based on the above, my current investment advice is to drink heavily and recycle.
Ooo, GPS Drawing!
I swear the E-learning centre somehow blocks Blogger. Or rather it blocks all ways of transferring data over the web - both adding attachments in Hotmail and Yahoo, and Geocities Easy Upload don't work either.
unearths all sorts of fun stuff
http://www.maximonline.com/entertainment/articles/article_3899.html
Copy Rats
Is plagiarism rampant in one Mickey Mouse organization?
Maxim, December 2000
by David Jacobson
In the most disturbing news since our presidential election, a jury
found the ultrahuggable Walt Disney Co. guilty of stealing ideas for
its Wide World of Sports complex from a former baseball umpire in
Buffalo and an architect from Canada. Though Disney reportedly will
appeal the $240 million verdict, the case is a reminder of the many
brilliant ideas that Disney has swiped from other sources over the
years:
The original concept for 101 Dalmatians was lifted from a low-budget
Italian horror flick, Notte dei Cani di Spotti (Night of the Spotted
Dogs), in which a crazy woman skins stray puppies to make a coat. In
a final act of revenge, the hyperactive hounds rise from the grave
and tear her apart like a rawhide chew toy.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, the word supposedly coined by
Mary Poppins to make kids sound �precocious,� was actually invented
by turn-of-the-century Scottish coal miners. It was used to request
�the works� from prostitutes by men too shy to recite specific acts.
Lumi�re, the anthropomorphic candle in 1991�s Beauty and the Beast,
draws his inspiration from the Buddhist monks who set themselves
afire to protest America�s involvement in the Vietnam War. Ignoring
the advice of their legal counsel, the even-tempered Buddhists
elected not to sue Disney over the matter.
Flubber, the �flying rubber� in The Absent-minded Professor (and the
heartwarming Robin Williams remake), was in fact a real product
created by DuPont in the late 1950s. It was never marketed because
of problems with the shipping and shelving of levitating inventory.
Woody, the action-figure hero of Toy Story, is a rip-off of the
cowboy from The Village People. Check out the way he moves; it�s
pretty obvious.
Cinderella�s Castle at Disney�s Magic Kingdom is an exact copy of
one built by the Marquis de Sade in 18th-century France. Duplicating
the features of the sadomasochist�s lair was an inside joke among
park designers that wasn�t noticed until it was too late.
�It�s a Small World (After All),� the song chanted by hundreds of
mechanical dolls on the classic Disneyworld boat ride, was penned in
1948 and intended to be the United Nations anthem. But the
psychotically sweet refrain only inflamed international tensions and
caused the United Nations to quickly drop it.
From the Langalist:
"Investment strategy for today's market:"
If you had bought $1000.00 worth of Nortel stock one year ago, it would now be worth $49.00.
With Enron, you would have $16.50 of the original $1,000.00. With Worldcom, you would have less than $5.00 left.
If you had bought $1,000.00 worth of Budweiser (the beer, not the stock) one year ago, drank all the beer, then turned in the cans for the 10 cent deposit, you would have $214.00.
Based on the above, my current investment advice is to drink heavily and recycle.
Ooo, GPS Drawing!
I swear the E-learning centre somehow blocks Blogger. Or rather it blocks all ways of transferring data over the web - both adding attachments in Hotmail and Yahoo, and Geocities Easy Upload don't work either.
Post ID: 79826088
Sunday, August 04, 2002
"Landmark Books anthology on National Service
Landmark Books is producing a volume of prose and poetry on the theme of National Service (italicised because some people apparently took my national servitude Unix backspace joke at face value and sent in S&M poetry), to mark its 35th year. The editors will be Koh Buck Song and Umej Bhatia. While what I feel about the topic would probably not be publishable here, more publishable submissions for the anthology are invited, and should be sent to bookmark@pacific.net.sg by 3 August 2002. "
From QLRS
Landmark Books is producing a volume of prose and poetry on the theme of National Service (italicised because some people apparently took my national servitude Unix backspace joke at face value and sent in S&M poetry), to mark its 35th year. The editors will be Koh Buck Song and Umej Bhatia. While what I feel about the topic would probably not be publishable here, more publishable submissions for the anthology are invited, and should be sent to bookmark@pacific.net.sg by 3 August 2002. "
From QLRS
Post ID: 79805247
Saturday, August 03, 2002
Friday, August 02, 2002
Thursday, August 01, 2002
I finally found out where Tay Poh Huat got posted to:
"It's tiring, OK? Planning and stuff."
Melvin, on life in BMTC Manpower
!@#$%^&*()
Incidentally I got quoted too:
Gabriel Seah: "What did I do in my previous life to become a medic at the same medical centre Yaodong goes to every other day?"
Me: "Jesus man I don't know."
"It's tiring, OK? Planning and stuff."
Melvin, on life in BMTC Manpower
!@#$%^&*()
Incidentally I got quoted too:
Gabriel Seah: "What did I do in my previous life to become a medic at the same medical centre Yaodong goes to every other day?"
Me: "Jesus man I don't know."
Post ID: 79685999
... I think Grace is being more mean/forthright/less tolerant (however you choose to view it) towards me than usual.
Mindef's investment in IT hasn't gone (totallY) to waste - MIW.com does provide some useful services for us chattels. And the real time chat is rather useful - I was chatting to a Customer Service Officer, asking for help as I'd forgotten my MIW password (I think my username is "nssucks" but I don't know what the password is - the downside to being a smartass). She said that it'd be mailed to me, and I'll get it within 3-5 working days.
MIW.com.sg. Making your indenture slightly easier.
Mindef's investment in IT hasn't gone (totallY) to waste - MIW.com does provide some useful services for us chattels. And the real time chat is rather useful - I was chatting to a Customer Service Officer, asking for help as I'd forgotten my MIW password (I think my username is "nssucks" but I don't know what the password is - the downside to being a smartass). She said that it'd be mailed to me, and I'll get it within 3-5 working days.
MIW.com.sg. Making your indenture slightly easier.
Post ID: 79676686
Words:
"...try to quit making snide remarks. Perhaps more people would like you that way." Sigh.
"you don't exactly make snide remarks out of malice. but you havea remarkable inability to deal with people" Whee now I know what my problem is.
"in my opinion, you just have this knack of saying things everybody thinks, but doesn't say...." Mmm.
"See that's how you hurt people again, with your quotes"
Then again, seen: "It must be quite wonderful to be able to speak freely."
I'm not making sense. Nevermind. Fortunately or otherwise, this isn't making me feel more screwed up. Or maybe it's just the effect of talking to Andrew Gan for the longest time - slightly over 2hrs? Uncannily, I can see some parallels about the way both of us are feeling. Though I still find his definition of "snide" very broad - quips about cooking turtles in Trengganu???
We've another Yinkae fan! To my surprise, I found Kenneth "Downhere" Tan, is one of the rabid hordes.
"...try to quit making snide remarks. Perhaps more people would like you that way." Sigh.
"you don't exactly make snide remarks out of malice. but you havea remarkable inability to deal with people" Whee now I know what my problem is.
"in my opinion, you just have this knack of saying things everybody thinks, but doesn't say...." Mmm.
"See that's how you hurt people again, with your quotes"
Then again, seen: "It must be quite wonderful to be able to speak freely."
I'm not making sense. Nevermind. Fortunately or otherwise, this isn't making me feel more screwed up. Or maybe it's just the effect of talking to Andrew Gan for the longest time - slightly over 2hrs? Uncannily, I can see some parallels about the way both of us are feeling. Though I still find his definition of "snide" very broad - quips about cooking turtles in Trengganu???
We've another Yinkae fan! To my surprise, I found Kenneth "Downhere" Tan, is one of the rabid hordes.
Post ID: 79647507
Restored Post
Almost immediately after making my mean comments about RJ girls on Monday, I began to feel bad. Normally, I'm quite mean (though never malicious), but this time I'd topped even myself.
For those not aware of my strange notions, I have no objections to people being ugly. Indeed it is in some ways it contributes to character, and people take you less seriously if you are attractive, Ceteris Paribus.
Anyhow, I seem to be suffering retribution now.
It all started when I agreed to take over Duty Medic 2i/c duty on Tuesday from Tse Ming. Normally, this is quite a slack job, involving sitting semi-slumbering in the sickbay the whole day.
However, Tuesday was just not my day. After about an hour after taking over duty, spent happily sitting on the chair, I got my first "guests" (apart from one patient with sore eyes already residing in the sick bay).
In a way, I was happy to take care of the first new patient - at least it would bring some meaning to my day. However, more and more patients quickly poured in, adding to my workload more quickly than I could cut it down. Then someone came stretchered in from the SOC ground with chest pains.
In the end, the whole sickbay, all 10 beds, were filled (and apparently at one point they had to open 2 stretchers to accommodate 2 extra people temporarily), so the MOs had to be told not to sent people there (presumably they sent the lucky later patients home to rest). To make it worse, 4 of them were on drips (and 1 more joined them later). So I had a full flock to tend to, and they required a lot of care - most required their parameters (Temperature, Respiratory Rate, Pulse Rate and Blood Pressure, the last of which I forgot) taken every 4 hours, and I was supposed to spoonfeed all of them (literally) - I had to supervise everyone's consumption of medicine. And of course there were all the forms required by ISO. With so much to do, even if I remembered to do some things, I had no time to do them as I was busy doing others. Most seriously, I let some people's IV packs run out, so instead of reloading their drip packs from the top, I had to unscrew the admin sets from the catheters and screw in new ones. From ~8:30 to 3:15, I had not the time to take more than 2 minutes to sit and rest, save for a 5 minute lunch. And to add insult to injury, one patient retuned the radio from 92.4 to 93.3. How wude! In the end I was so stressed I went to hide in the toilet and cry.
Later in the day all of the patients were discharged, but for one who had sore eyes. I thought that after such a hectic day, I would be able to have a peaceful night, at least, but the patient with sore eyes disappeared for a while, leading to some distress on my part, and one guy reported sick and we had to send him to Tengah Air Base's Medical Centre, and I ended up sleeping at about 12:30.
Wednesday promised to be a normal day but I got to sign an extra duty, given by my Medical Officer, because I neglected to classify a patient who complained of asthma, albeit occuring 5 days ago and slight, as "Priority 2" (which oddly enough is higher than Priority 1). So I went to hide in the toilet for a short while again.
And besides these things happenning, I've also been feeling indescribably (in quality rather than quantity) screwed up. Geraldine blames it on hormones.
I guess what comes around, goes around.
On the upside, on Tuesday, I managed to be civil, polite, nice even to everyone, especially my patients (I'm sure being sick, and especially having the Yakult Straw stuck in your arm for hours with cold saline pouring into you is bad enough without having a grumpy medical orderly tending to you).
Also, I felt a touch better after getting my extra duty. At least it's not useless like confinement, where one sweeps the road and does other rubbish like rolling giant stones up hills, which then roll down just as you near the top - oh wait, we're not Titans. At least by doing duty, I'm saving someone else's weekend. Also, I'm not quite sure how and if they keep track of extra duties on top of regimental ones - ie if in the end, I'll have ended up doing more weekend duties than others who have not committed grievous sins, and even if I will have, it won't make that much difference over the long run, as the agony of burning weekends will be averaged out over time. Also, my extra duty is on the 24th of August, and just as a sum of money you're promised in the future (as profits or otherwise), has to have a discount rate applied to it to get a Net Present Value (NPV), so does future suffering have a NPV lower than its actual magnitude. Finally, perhaps the catalyst that brought me over the energy hill past that particular bout of depression was my being amused by how the clerk knew that I was carrying the duty medic forecast - in my reverie, I'd forgotten to take off my armband.
A while back, I was unlucky enough to be struck by a thunderbolt from Heaven - the last donation card for the Army Half Marathon. Theoretically, there is no minimum amount, but our Company Sergeant Major imposed a minimum sum of $5. I thought of handing in a token amount of $1, but as the lao jiaos pointed out, if I did that, I'd immediately get "arrowed" the next time he needed someone to do a dirty job. So I came up with $4 of my own money, and Boon Wei contributed $1 - but he didn't have change at that time. I wonder if he'll remember to give me $1 back, and I don't have the heart or tenacity to chase him. At least I got to invent (or rather, use other people's) names. So listed on my card are "Nelson Kwei", "Joy Chia" and "Lim Liying". Whee. Actually I'd wanted to put names like "skcus siht" ("this sucks" in reverse, if you didn't notice), but with the Army you better not play. Not too much, at any rate.
I am rather upset with myself. Some time in camp, I was thinking of #1 to #7, and I forgot who #5 was, thinking #6 was #5, and I've just checked it up. Sheesh, #5 is one of the most prolific of them all.
I was chatting with the duty medic on Tuesday, and it turns out he's a senior from RI who went to Hualalalala JC.
Tengah Air Base, which I sorta toured Tuesday night, is very big, and there were few signs, so we got quite lost while cruising around, looking for the Medical Centre. Most of the buildings there look like holdovers from colonial times which've been retrofitted, so the place has some character. And they've some interesting posters - there's a Driver's (sic) Pledge, and the RSAF Core Values include Safety and Team Spirit in addition to the 7 SAF ones.
Oddly, the numbers we dial for the various lines for our camp are not the same as the ones that are displayed on the caller ID when those same numbers are used to dial out. Hmm.
Tse Ming tells me he's gotten no offs or confinements since he was posted in last June. Wah. I must really learn how to take care of myself - apparently I "always seem to get the wrong message" and "don't know what's going wrong". What's new?
Today some guy came to teach us about the SAR21. Apart from being extremely boring, he also had atrocious English, but I didn't get all excited. I think I've become sorta jaded towards Bad Army English. Besides which, a lot of the mistakes repeat. Of course it didn't help thatthe Senior Medic was beside me for the first part of the lecture.
Of all the strange reasons to OOC from BMT: One guy couldn't adjust, and this manifested itself in psycho-somatic problems - after a week of BMT, he started hyperventilating, so the MO OOCed him.
I have just under 22 months and 2 weeks left. That translates to 618 days, correct to the nearest 0.5, not including today. My brother in law says that the hardest period of indenture is the time from the 7th month to the 18th month (at least for us cursed 2 1/2 year soldiers).
I hope I can go to Melbourne during my leave. We've range the day after our last day of leave, which means we've to come back by Saturday night. And I've duty on the Monday just before leave commences. Maybe I can do some jiggling of duties...
Instead of cramming all the details into one, loosely connected post, I tried to write thematically, at least for the first part of this post, on my retribution. That should make this more readable.
Sometimes I think I waste too much time blogging, especially since I write about stuff that's often not significant or even interesting (which'd redeem even the most trivial details).
I think there's a Phillips Curve style tradeoff between time and readibility and elegance. Hmm.
I am blogging about blogging. I suppose that'd make it meta-blogging! (Just as thinking about thinking, an equally irritating concept, qualifies as meta-cognition)
Quotes:
"the details are often amusing but they're so many it's hard to get to the end" (sms on my posts) - I try my best, but it's so irresistible to note down everything I find vaguely amusing it's much ado about nothing
"[On RJ girls being ugly] i thought rj girls are the best in singapore" (sms from Royston)
"Downgrade is definitely the way to go" (sms)
"[On life in HQ MC] I almost forgot that I was a soldier"
Almost immediately after making my mean comments about RJ girls on Monday, I began to feel bad. Normally, I'm quite mean (though never malicious), but this time I'd topped even myself.
For those not aware of my strange notions, I have no objections to people being ugly. Indeed it is in some ways it contributes to character, and people take you less seriously if you are attractive, Ceteris Paribus.
Anyhow, I seem to be suffering retribution now.
It all started when I agreed to take over Duty Medic 2i/c duty on Tuesday from Tse Ming. Normally, this is quite a slack job, involving sitting semi-slumbering in the sickbay the whole day.
However, Tuesday was just not my day. After about an hour after taking over duty, spent happily sitting on the chair, I got my first "guests" (apart from one patient with sore eyes already residing in the sick bay).
In a way, I was happy to take care of the first new patient - at least it would bring some meaning to my day. However, more and more patients quickly poured in, adding to my workload more quickly than I could cut it down. Then someone came stretchered in from the SOC ground with chest pains.
In the end, the whole sickbay, all 10 beds, were filled (and apparently at one point they had to open 2 stretchers to accommodate 2 extra people temporarily), so the MOs had to be told not to sent people there (presumably they sent the lucky later patients home to rest). To make it worse, 4 of them were on drips (and 1 more joined them later). So I had a full flock to tend to, and they required a lot of care - most required their parameters (Temperature, Respiratory Rate, Pulse Rate and Blood Pressure, the last of which I forgot) taken every 4 hours, and I was supposed to spoonfeed all of them (literally) - I had to supervise everyone's consumption of medicine. And of course there were all the forms required by ISO. With so much to do, even if I remembered to do some things, I had no time to do them as I was busy doing others. Most seriously, I let some people's IV packs run out, so instead of reloading their drip packs from the top, I had to unscrew the admin sets from the catheters and screw in new ones. From ~8:30 to 3:15, I had not the time to take more than 2 minutes to sit and rest, save for a 5 minute lunch. And to add insult to injury, one patient retuned the radio from 92.4 to 93.3. How wude! In the end I was so stressed I went to hide in the toilet and cry.
Later in the day all of the patients were discharged, but for one who had sore eyes. I thought that after such a hectic day, I would be able to have a peaceful night, at least, but the patient with sore eyes disappeared for a while, leading to some distress on my part, and one guy reported sick and we had to send him to Tengah Air Base's Medical Centre, and I ended up sleeping at about 12:30.
Wednesday promised to be a normal day but I got to sign an extra duty, given by my Medical Officer, because I neglected to classify a patient who complained of asthma, albeit occuring 5 days ago and slight, as "Priority 2" (which oddly enough is higher than Priority 1). So I went to hide in the toilet for a short while again.
And besides these things happenning, I've also been feeling indescribably (in quality rather than quantity) screwed up. Geraldine blames it on hormones.
I guess what comes around, goes around.
On the upside, on Tuesday, I managed to be civil, polite, nice even to everyone, especially my patients (I'm sure being sick, and especially having the Yakult Straw stuck in your arm for hours with cold saline pouring into you is bad enough without having a grumpy medical orderly tending to you).
Also, I felt a touch better after getting my extra duty. At least it's not useless like confinement, where one sweeps the road and does other rubbish like rolling giant stones up hills, which then roll down just as you near the top - oh wait, we're not Titans. At least by doing duty, I'm saving someone else's weekend. Also, I'm not quite sure how and if they keep track of extra duties on top of regimental ones - ie if in the end, I'll have ended up doing more weekend duties than others who have not committed grievous sins, and even if I will have, it won't make that much difference over the long run, as the agony of burning weekends will be averaged out over time. Also, my extra duty is on the 24th of August, and just as a sum of money you're promised in the future (as profits or otherwise), has to have a discount rate applied to it to get a Net Present Value (NPV), so does future suffering have a NPV lower than its actual magnitude. Finally, perhaps the catalyst that brought me over the energy hill past that particular bout of depression was my being amused by how the clerk knew that I was carrying the duty medic forecast - in my reverie, I'd forgotten to take off my armband.
A while back, I was unlucky enough to be struck by a thunderbolt from Heaven - the last donation card for the Army Half Marathon. Theoretically, there is no minimum amount, but our Company Sergeant Major imposed a minimum sum of $5. I thought of handing in a token amount of $1, but as the lao jiaos pointed out, if I did that, I'd immediately get "arrowed" the next time he needed someone to do a dirty job. So I came up with $4 of my own money, and Boon Wei contributed $1 - but he didn't have change at that time. I wonder if he'll remember to give me $1 back, and I don't have the heart or tenacity to chase him. At least I got to invent (or rather, use other people's) names. So listed on my card are "Nelson Kwei", "Joy Chia" and "Lim Liying". Whee. Actually I'd wanted to put names like "skcus siht" ("this sucks" in reverse, if you didn't notice), but with the Army you better not play. Not too much, at any rate.
I am rather upset with myself. Some time in camp, I was thinking of #1 to #7, and I forgot who #5 was, thinking #6 was #5, and I've just checked it up. Sheesh, #5 is one of the most prolific of them all.
I was chatting with the duty medic on Tuesday, and it turns out he's a senior from RI who went to Hualalalala JC.
Tengah Air Base, which I sorta toured Tuesday night, is very big, and there were few signs, so we got quite lost while cruising around, looking for the Medical Centre. Most of the buildings there look like holdovers from colonial times which've been retrofitted, so the place has some character. And they've some interesting posters - there's a Driver's (sic) Pledge, and the RSAF Core Values include Safety and Team Spirit in addition to the 7 SAF ones.
Oddly, the numbers we dial for the various lines for our camp are not the same as the ones that are displayed on the caller ID when those same numbers are used to dial out. Hmm.
Tse Ming tells me he's gotten no offs or confinements since he was posted in last June. Wah. I must really learn how to take care of myself - apparently I "always seem to get the wrong message" and "don't know what's going wrong". What's new?
Today some guy came to teach us about the SAR21. Apart from being extremely boring, he also had atrocious English, but I didn't get all excited. I think I've become sorta jaded towards Bad Army English. Besides which, a lot of the mistakes repeat. Of course it didn't help thatthe Senior Medic was beside me for the first part of the lecture.
Of all the strange reasons to OOC from BMT: One guy couldn't adjust, and this manifested itself in psycho-somatic problems - after a week of BMT, he started hyperventilating, so the MO OOCed him.
I have just under 22 months and 2 weeks left. That translates to 618 days, correct to the nearest 0.5, not including today. My brother in law says that the hardest period of indenture is the time from the 7th month to the 18th month (at least for us cursed 2 1/2 year soldiers).
I hope I can go to Melbourne during my leave. We've range the day after our last day of leave, which means we've to come back by Saturday night. And I've duty on the Monday just before leave commences. Maybe I can do some jiggling of duties...
Instead of cramming all the details into one, loosely connected post, I tried to write thematically, at least for the first part of this post, on my retribution. That should make this more readable.
Sometimes I think I waste too much time blogging, especially since I write about stuff that's often not significant or even interesting (which'd redeem even the most trivial details).
I think there's a Phillips Curve style tradeoff between time and readibility and elegance. Hmm.
I am blogging about blogging. I suppose that'd make it meta-blogging! (Just as thinking about thinking, an equally irritating concept, qualifies as meta-cognition)
Quotes:
"the details are often amusing but they're so many it's hard to get to the end" (sms on my posts) - I try my best, but it's so irresistible to note down everything I find vaguely amusing it's much ado about nothing
"[On RJ girls being ugly] i thought rj girls are the best in singapore" (sms from Royston)
"Downgrade is definitely the way to go" (sms)
"[On life in HQ MC] I almost forgot that I was a soldier"
Post ID: 79647421
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