Sunday, February 22, 2004

I was reading a book recently when Dennis and Wang stormed in. They were very excited, locked into a loving embrace and were groping each other while giggling. They fell onto me when I was reading on a mattress, and it took a while for me to disentangle myself from the writhing mass of body parts. I then fell on them in turn, crushing them. They then immediately scurried out in shock.

New webbings were issued to those people ORDing after June (ie not me). I was curious to see how different they were, but was disappointed when I found that the only difference between the new and old webbings was the bigger magazine pouches in the new ones. You'd think that DSTA would have made some advances in webbing technology after all these years!

I played a very cunning trick on Guohan a few weeks back. The email promoting his batch of medics to the rank of Corporal had just arrived, and the rest decided to trick him into believing that he'd been promoted too (he's a 2 year soldier, so he won't actually get promoted). He didn't really believe them, so I went to print the promotion notice out, editing his name in. After I'd showed it to him, he appeared quite despondent for the rest of the day.

I read this directive on holding military weddings (yes, there's a directive for everything. That's what the directive writers are paid for!), and noticed that it mentioned that only the bridegroom was allowed to wear the No 1 uniform. But what if the bride is also a military officer? She can still wear the No 1, with the cute hat!

I saw people sparring with "Pugil Sticks" (like those bolsters they used on American Gladiators) during Close Combat Training and was struck by how useless this was for combat purposes, for pugil sticks do not even remotely approximate any close combat weapon to hand on the field of battle. [Update: According to a gung-ho commenter - "USMC grunts train with pugil sticks Over Grown Qtips to develop rifle bayonet fighting skills not hand to hand. I know cuz I did it."]


I think one reason for the popularity of the mongrel, bastardised, creole, pidgin form of "Chinese" that Singaporeans speak is the increasing occurence of English words in Chinese pop songs. For example: "You're my lucky charm" and "Merry merry christmas, lonely lonely christmas".

I am very much taken with an idea I came across recently, that overdeference to and hypersensitivity against offending certain groups - whether racial, gender or religious - is actually a subtle form of discrimination. This meshes well with my stand that affirmative action is actually an insult, for the message behind it is that the respective group is inferior, stupid, useless, lazy, incompetent etc.


Quote:

[Me: I heard you're posting out] *Eagerly* Really? Who did you hear [that] from? True or not? If [it's] true I['ll] kiss you. [Me: You also hate 46?] Of course. Wah na beh.

[To me on Wang] You're the only one who can control him.

[Me on someone diagnosed with computer games addiction: Wah. C2 ah. Why don't you downgrade for porn addiction?] Fuck you.

[Written] carapina (carabina)

cloth hitch (clove)

[On my critique of Junhui's essay] Moral of the story: Never let Gabriel read your essay.

[On a University application essay] Mine is very very different. [Me: What? 'Hey!'?] Hey, jee bye! Hey, jee bye! [Someone: Then they'll ask what's 'hey, jee bye!']

[On being appreciated] Get something more intangible from him. [Me: What, more empty words?] "Good job guys". A "good job guys" is equivalent to 2 days off.

[On his medical appointment] The AH woman - fucking chio. The girl who help me take the X-ray - touch here *touches waist* [Me: She touched you?] Yah.

[On his secondary school days recce-ing the NUS canteens] If you want to look at girls, go to the Arts canteen. If you want to look for guys to laugh at, Engineering is a good bet.
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