The Horror of Blimps
"I always knew this was going to happen. I always knew that skepticism and science were mere psychological decorations and vanities. Deep in our alligator brains we all know that the world is just chock full of evil and monsters and sinister forces aligned against us, and it is only a matter of time until they show up. Evolution know this, too. It knows what to do when the silent terror comes at you from out of the dark.
When 50 million years worth of evolutionary survival instinct hits you all at once flat in the gut at 200 mph it is not a pleasant sensation.
Without volition I screamed my battle cry (which is indistinguishable to the sound a little girl makes when you drop a spider down her dress (not that I'd know what that sounds like,) and lept out of bed in my underwear.
I struck the approaching menace with all my strength and almost fell over at the total lack of resistance that a helium balloon offers when you punch the living shit out of it with all the stength that sudden middle of the night terror produces.
It's trajectory took it straight into the ceiling fan which whipped it about the room at terrifying velocity.
Seeking a weapon, I ripped the alarm clock out of its plug and hurled it at the now High Velocity Menacing presence (breaking the clock and putting a nice hole in the wall.)
Somehow at this moment I suddenly realized that I was fighting the blimp, and not a monster. It might have been funny if I didn't truly and actually feel like I was having a legitimate heart-attack."
Chicken in a Biskit
It seems the old Nabisco Chicken In A Biskit is no longer available in Singapore. In its place, we have ersatz "In a Biskit - Chicken". Though the original had a frighteningly high sodium content, the biscuits were addictive. They were baked for just the right amount of time, leaving them crisp but not too dry, and the chicken flavouring grew on you. The new "In a Biskit" line has more flavours, but the crackers are over-baked, are not crumbly enough and are too brittle. The flavouring is also not as nice as before.
Some people disagree, though. At least this page ranting against it has a picture of the original Classic Packaging.
Joseph's Dreams
Narrator:
Joseph's coat annoyed his brothers
Brothers:
But what makes us mad
Are the things that Joseph tells us of the
Dreams he's often had
Joseph:
I dreamed that in the fields one day
The corn gave me a sign
Your eleven sheaves of corn
All turned and bowed to mine
My sheaf was quit a sight to see,
A golden sheaf and tall
Yours were green and second-rate
And really rather small
Brothers:
This is not the kind of thing
We brothers like to hear
It seems to us that Joseph and his
Dreams should disappear
Joseph:
I dreamed I saw eleven stars,
The sun the moon and sky
Bowing down before my star,
It made me wonder why
Could it be that I was born
For higher things than you?
A post in someone's government?
A ministry or two
Brothers:
The dreams of our dear brother are the decade's biggest yawn
His talk of stars and golden sheaves is just a load of corn
Not only is he tactless but he's also rather dim
For there's eleven of us and there's only one of him
The dreams of course will not come true
That is, we think they won't come true
That is, we hope they won't come true
What if he's right all along?
The dreams make more than crystal clear
The writing on the wall
Means that Joseph some day soon
Will rise above us all
The accuracy of the dreams
We brothers do not know
But one thing we are sure about
The dreamer has to go!
Too bad he had lousy EQ too.
Janet Metz's voice can be sickly sweet and cloying at times. Eek.
Extract from a song that shall remain anonymous:
"Every time I look at you
I don't understand
Why you let the things you did
Get so out of hand
You'd have managed better
If you'd had it planned
Now why'd you choose such a backward time
And such a strange land?
If you'd come today
You could have reached the whole nation
Israel in 4 BC had no mass communication
Don't you get me wrong...
Only want to know...
Tell me what you think
About your friends at the top
Now who d'you think besides yourself
Was the pick of the crop?
Buddah was he where it's at?
Is he where you are?
Could Muhammmed move a mountain
Or was that just PR?
Did you mean to die like that?
Was that a mistake or
Did you know your messy death
Would be a record breaker?"
No wonder it was banned in South Africa for being "irreligious". Bah.
"The selections are intelligent, however, and include... a puzzling 'I Don't Know How to Love Him' in which [Yvonne] Elliman either plays with or loses track of the rhythm." - LOL
Just as my download privileges on Soulseek expired, they decided to give me 35.0 more.
A reward for donating twice?
L'origine de Bert
Friday, April 23, 2004
Günther Branlutte
Priceless!
Amidst the furor of the NKF donations issue, one question that seems to have gone unasked, not least by the 2/3 of Singaporeans who donate to the NKF - could all that money be put to better, more efficient uses? No one doubts that the NKF saves lives, but I think that diminishing returns have long since set in, and lives could be better saved and improved by channeling the money to other causes. At the same time, some of the NKF's excuses are immensely lame. Take how they justify their sponsored spanking new building costing $21 million: "Their great gift is for all Singaporeans, and the future generations". I think the $21 million would be much better spent actually helping the people they are supposed to.
"That's what you're seeing going on: these people hate freedom, and we love freedom, and that's where the clash occurs... it's going to take a while for them to understand what freedom is all about." - Dubya. It seems he loves freedom so much that he's shoving it down people's throats with the barrel of a gun
Radm Teo Chee Hean wants future SAF soldiers to not obey orders blindly, and to take the initiative. To that end, he wants the SAF to build a culture of trust and openness so people can exercise initiative on the battlefield. I, as well as all the NSFs I talked to, are skeptical. This initiative of his would involve changing the whole culture and mindset of the SAF, most especially that of the regulars. To ask them to stop the current oppression, badly disguised as discipline, regimentation and security, where NSFs do most of the work but are still made whipping boys - to end the tradition of Stupidity, Sadism and Senselessness - is almost impossible. But if it can be done, I am hopeful for future slaves, though it will take at least 15 years of constant effort since he is facing entrenched vested interests.
The Perlis Mentri Besar suggested that handphones be banned from NS camps because they can spread inaccurate information (Read: the unvarnished, un-whitewashed truth), leading to "concerns" (Read: legitimate concerns) among the public.
A columnist in Life asserts that Singaporean drivers are maniacs on the road, implies that they are the worst in the world and says that children are massacred in road accidents regularly. This is the sort of alarmist article, based on anecdotal evidence taken from a small sample that is taken to be statistically significant, that is all too common these days. For his sake, I hope that he was being sarcastic.
Story of the day: In the spring of 1978, hundreds of art-lovers in Frankfurt, Germany visited an exhibition featuring the work of an "exciting" new artist: "Yamasaki - the Discovery of the Year."
The catalog drew particular attention to the "convincing luminosity of his colors" and "the excitement of his powerfully dynamic brushwork." Within three hours, all twenty-two pieces on offer had been purchased, some for more than $1000.
Excitement increased when the organizer, Behrend Feddersen, announced that Yamasaki would be making a surprise appearance to answer questions about his work. Excitement increased further when the artist was revealed to be... a chimpanzee. "I encouraged him to throw paint on 22 canvases," Feddersen explained, and announced that the proceeds would go "to the circus where he works."
I love modern art. Don't you?
Addendum: This presumably was meant to be Pierre Brassau aka the chimp Peter from Sweden's Borås Djurpark zoo, a hoax perpetrated by Åke "Dacke" Axelsson
Priceless!
Amidst the furor of the NKF donations issue, one question that seems to have gone unasked, not least by the 2/3 of Singaporeans who donate to the NKF - could all that money be put to better, more efficient uses? No one doubts that the NKF saves lives, but I think that diminishing returns have long since set in, and lives could be better saved and improved by channeling the money to other causes. At the same time, some of the NKF's excuses are immensely lame. Take how they justify their sponsored spanking new building costing $21 million: "Their great gift is for all Singaporeans, and the future generations". I think the $21 million would be much better spent actually helping the people they are supposed to.
"That's what you're seeing going on: these people hate freedom, and we love freedom, and that's where the clash occurs... it's going to take a while for them to understand what freedom is all about." - Dubya. It seems he loves freedom so much that he's shoving it down people's throats with the barrel of a gun
Radm Teo Chee Hean wants future SAF soldiers to not obey orders blindly, and to take the initiative. To that end, he wants the SAF to build a culture of trust and openness so people can exercise initiative on the battlefield. I, as well as all the NSFs I talked to, are skeptical. This initiative of his would involve changing the whole culture and mindset of the SAF, most especially that of the regulars. To ask them to stop the current oppression, badly disguised as discipline, regimentation and security, where NSFs do most of the work but are still made whipping boys - to end the tradition of Stupidity, Sadism and Senselessness - is almost impossible. But if it can be done, I am hopeful for future slaves, though it will take at least 15 years of constant effort since he is facing entrenched vested interests.
The Perlis Mentri Besar suggested that handphones be banned from NS camps because they can spread inaccurate information (Read: the unvarnished, un-whitewashed truth), leading to "concerns" (Read: legitimate concerns) among the public.
A columnist in Life asserts that Singaporean drivers are maniacs on the road, implies that they are the worst in the world and says that children are massacred in road accidents regularly. This is the sort of alarmist article, based on anecdotal evidence taken from a small sample that is taken to be statistically significant, that is all too common these days. For his sake, I hope that he was being sarcastic.
Story of the day: In the spring of 1978, hundreds of art-lovers in Frankfurt, Germany visited an exhibition featuring the work of an "exciting" new artist: "Yamasaki - the Discovery of the Year."
The catalog drew particular attention to the "convincing luminosity of his colors" and "the excitement of his powerfully dynamic brushwork." Within three hours, all twenty-two pieces on offer had been purchased, some for more than $1000.
Excitement increased when the organizer, Behrend Feddersen, announced that Yamasaki would be making a surprise appearance to answer questions about his work. Excitement increased further when the artist was revealed to be... a chimpanzee. "I encouraged him to throw paint on 22 canvases," Feddersen explained, and announced that the proceeds would go "to the circus where he works."
I love modern art. Don't you?
Addendum: This presumably was meant to be Pierre Brassau aka the chimp Peter from Sweden's Borås Djurpark zoo, a hoax perpetrated by Åke "Dacke" Axelsson
Post ID: 108272895403097664
ST comments / Slavery and Suicide / KOTOR
Many people imagine that the years of their youth are the pleasantest and best of their lives; but it is not really so. They are the most troublesome; for we are then under strict discipline, can seldom choose our own friends, and still more seldom can we have our freedom.
--- Immanuel Kant, Thoughts on Education
Comments on ST stories read while I was terribly bored in Brunei:
Miss Singapore: "It's as if we're looking for Miss Singapore Ah Lian" - ... but with so many shrill, anorexic blah blah, isn't it inevitable that Miss Singapore would be an Ah Lian?
"They don't have the build, They're all so flat in front" - And one wonders why we have so many bust-enhancement ads.
It was noted that most gave politically correct answers. Perhaps this is because in modern society, not to give politically correct answers is suicide.
Alistair Cooke: "I've noticed that if you retire you keel over." - Maybe he should have taken his own advice
Gen D: Depressed , deviant , disconnected: "Once, I met a good catch from Raffles Institution who really loved me. But after I introduced him to heavy petting, he felt guilty and broke up with me after 12 days. It took me forever to forget him." - RI guys are good catches? LOL.
Homophobia: Randal Mangham, a Georgian Democrat: "I don't appreciate having to explain to my 9-year-old why two big husky guys are kissing"
I suppose he lies to his 9-year-old about the stork. I wonder how he explains inter-racial relationships or the war in Iraq to his 9-year-old.
Suicide: "Another profession I'm monitoring is Army personnel because of the stress of their highly structured and disciplined working environment. My figures show that at least 18 of them have committed suicide since 1995." - Singapore's resident suicideologist.
I wonder about how many aren't included in his figures.
The SAF metes out formal and informal punishment to people who attempt suicide to deter them. However, people who attempt suicide need help, not punishment. Undoubtedly, this punishment deters many from making an attempt, but I can't help but wonder how many are pushed by the deterrent to really kill themselves instead of just making the attempt.
At the same time, word has it that those who declare their intention to kill themselves or otherwise go to see SAF psychiatrists are blacklisted and in future will not be able to find a job or go to a local university. How many people who need help are thus forced to carry on, suffering in silence? And how many are pushed to end their misery, not being able to seek treatment for fear of jeopardising their future education or career, preferring death?
Relationships: "I'm not even going to get a girlfriend. If you have a girlfriend, you have to pay for everything" - some J2 guy. It's no wonder we need Romancing Singapore *g*
Brainwashing: It's frightening how easily Singaporeans were brainwashed in the 80s into supporting the "Stop At Two" campaign, and how they took to jeering and heckling "devaints". Luckily, people today seem more resistant.
God and Insanity: Deanna Laney, the Texan mother acquitted of killing her children, was acquitted on the grounds of insanity as she had believed that God was telling her to kill them. I can't help but be reminded of the story of Isaac and Abraham in Christian Mythology (NB: Since we can call Greek religion mythology, logically we can do the same for others). How is it that at that time, it was laudable to kill your child if your god demanded it but if you try to do so now, you are either considered insane or hanged for coming up with a lousy excuse for murder? It would not be unreasonable, then, to conclude either that Abraham was insane (or did not exist, or did not really try to sacrifice his child) or that the Christian God really told Deanna Laney to kill her childen. Either prospect would be discomforting to Christians.
Knights of the Old Republic is set 4000 before the original Star Wars saga, but somehow the technology used seems as advanced as that in the original Saga. This begs the question - just what were the scientists doing in the intervening four millennia, especially seeing how much our own technology has advanced in the past 50 years?
Going straight
Revered by the religious right and bolstered by a supposedly scientific theory, a new wave of therapist-gurus claim they can 'cure' homosexuality. Their success rate is hotly contested.
The Singhsons
--- Immanuel Kant, Thoughts on Education
Comments on ST stories read while I was terribly bored in Brunei:
Miss Singapore: "It's as if we're looking for Miss Singapore Ah Lian" - ... but with so many shrill, anorexic blah blah, isn't it inevitable that Miss Singapore would be an Ah Lian?
"They don't have the build, They're all so flat in front" - And one wonders why we have so many bust-enhancement ads.
It was noted that most gave politically correct answers. Perhaps this is because in modern society, not to give politically correct answers is suicide.
Alistair Cooke: "I've noticed that if you retire you keel over." - Maybe he should have taken his own advice
Gen D: Depressed , deviant , disconnected: "Once, I met a good catch from Raffles Institution who really loved me. But after I introduced him to heavy petting, he felt guilty and broke up with me after 12 days. It took me forever to forget him." - RI guys are good catches? LOL.
Homophobia: Randal Mangham, a Georgian Democrat: "I don't appreciate having to explain to my 9-year-old why two big husky guys are kissing"
I suppose he lies to his 9-year-old about the stork. I wonder how he explains inter-racial relationships or the war in Iraq to his 9-year-old.
Suicide: "Another profession I'm monitoring is Army personnel because of the stress of their highly structured and disciplined working environment. My figures show that at least 18 of them have committed suicide since 1995." - Singapore's resident suicideologist.
I wonder about how many aren't included in his figures.
The SAF metes out formal and informal punishment to people who attempt suicide to deter them. However, people who attempt suicide need help, not punishment. Undoubtedly, this punishment deters many from making an attempt, but I can't help but wonder how many are pushed by the deterrent to really kill themselves instead of just making the attempt.
At the same time, word has it that those who declare their intention to kill themselves or otherwise go to see SAF psychiatrists are blacklisted and in future will not be able to find a job or go to a local university. How many people who need help are thus forced to carry on, suffering in silence? And how many are pushed to end their misery, not being able to seek treatment for fear of jeopardising their future education or career, preferring death?
Relationships: "I'm not even going to get a girlfriend. If you have a girlfriend, you have to pay for everything" - some J2 guy. It's no wonder we need Romancing Singapore *g*
Brainwashing: It's frightening how easily Singaporeans were brainwashed in the 80s into supporting the "Stop At Two" campaign, and how they took to jeering and heckling "devaints". Luckily, people today seem more resistant.
God and Insanity: Deanna Laney, the Texan mother acquitted of killing her children, was acquitted on the grounds of insanity as she had believed that God was telling her to kill them. I can't help but be reminded of the story of Isaac and Abraham in Christian Mythology (NB: Since we can call Greek religion mythology, logically we can do the same for others). How is it that at that time, it was laudable to kill your child if your god demanded it but if you try to do so now, you are either considered insane or hanged for coming up with a lousy excuse for murder? It would not be unreasonable, then, to conclude either that Abraham was insane (or did not exist, or did not really try to sacrifice his child) or that the Christian God really told Deanna Laney to kill her childen. Either prospect would be discomforting to Christians.
Knights of the Old Republic is set 4000 before the original Star Wars saga, but somehow the technology used seems as advanced as that in the original Saga. This begs the question - just what were the scientists doing in the intervening four millennia, especially seeing how much our own technology has advanced in the past 50 years?
Going straight
Revered by the religious right and bolstered by a supposedly scientific theory, a new wave of therapist-gurus claim they can 'cure' homosexuality. Their success rate is hotly contested.
The Singhsons
Post ID: 108266305489884724
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
Replies to comments:
Strange, why would people want to look for "naked SCGS girls" when they're half naked anyway. Nevertheless, why does it matter whether they come from SCGS, wouldn't girls from MGS, RGS, Changkat Changi Secondary School, Chow Yang Special School etc all be the same naked ? Oh well...
:) If half nakedness were sufficient to satisfy everyone, there'd be no more porn *g*
I'm not sure whether people from good schools look better, though they probably look less lian. Maybe it's the exoticism factor.
Hello my young friend,
How's life as a combat medic in 42 SAR treating you? Not too tiring I hope? Have a good time in Lancer. See you on the other side...
Chairman of the Medical Board
Gah.
Replies to posts:
Andrew: What sort of nut mix do you like? I hate pistachios but the rest are okay. Provocation is good :) I want to see you dancing a hot dance!
Enjoy Uni... don't work that hard, ok? Uni is meant to be fun!
The Associate: Which side of Serangoon is your anti-Christian friend on? :P
All: I am gratified that worthy souls, erstwhile contributors, have taken up the torch that I was forced to discard by the roadside, and entertained the dischordant rabble with material different from what they are used to. Hopefully, this euphoric period will continue.
Strange, why would people want to look for "naked SCGS girls" when they're half naked anyway. Nevertheless, why does it matter whether they come from SCGS, wouldn't girls from MGS, RGS, Changkat Changi Secondary School, Chow Yang Special School etc all be the same naked ? Oh well...
:) If half nakedness were sufficient to satisfy everyone, there'd be no more porn *g*
I'm not sure whether people from good schools look better, though they probably look less lian. Maybe it's the exoticism factor.
Hello my young friend,
How's life as a combat medic in 42 SAR treating you? Not too tiring I hope? Have a good time in Lancer. See you on the other side...
Chairman of the Medical Board
Gah.
Replies to posts:
Andrew: What sort of nut mix do you like? I hate pistachios but the rest are okay. Provocation is good :) I want to see you dancing a hot dance!
Enjoy Uni... don't work that hard, ok? Uni is meant to be fun!
The Associate: Which side of Serangoon is your anti-Christian friend on? :P
All: I am gratified that worthy souls, erstwhile contributors, have taken up the torch that I was forced to discard by the roadside, and entertained the dischordant rabble with material different from what they are used to. Hopefully, this euphoric period will continue.
Post ID: 108255486130528324
Hnnng...! I'm back.
Sites, Links and More
PC EZ-Bake Oven
"Now the computer savvy among us can relive the fun of having your very own personal mini-oven with the PC Ez-Bake oven! It fits in a 5 1/4" drive bay and plugs right into your power supply with the included Molex connector. Also included is "PC Ez-Cook", the open-source oven controller software with hundreds of easy and creative recipes for your PC Ez-Bake oven, and even a fuzzy-logic cooking control system to precisely measure the doneness of your cake, cookie, or cheese souffle. The PC Ez-Bake oven can even be used to cook your Pop Tarts, Bagel Bites, or any tiny or flat food. YUM!"
Tales of Malaysian NS: Very strange. Now when I go into the cybercafe, we have to write down our names, IC numbers, and college letter (A, B, C, or D) in a book. Sometimes I worry that the secretariat will find out about my blog, track me down, and get me into some sort of punishment. An extra 3 months in the special camp for NS delinquents? Nonstop kawat from morning? A ban from the cybercafe?
How about 7 extras? They have cybercafes in camp? Wah.
Albino Blacksheep / Flash / Stairway To Heaven: Reverse Lyrics - In reverse, Led Zeppelin's song comes out as: "Oh here's to my sweet Satan. The one whose little path would make me sad, whose power is Satan. He'll give you give you 666, there was a little toolshed where he made us suffer, sad Satan."
Interesting. But then again, tickle me Elmo's laugh, when reversed, also comes out as a vulgarity.
The Passion Of The Bunny - It may not have been as gruesome as Mel Gibson's movie, but many parents and children got upset when a church trying to teach about Jesus' crucifixion performed an Easter show with actors whipping the Easter bunny and breaking eggs.
How Mills and Boon turned to manga comics - "Mills and Boon romances are strong sellers the world over. But in Japan, the publisher has appropriated the manga comic format in order to attract a generation for whom a novel just won't do. Mills and Boon is synonymous with fluffy love stories populated by dashing heroes and swooning heroines. Japanese manga comics, on the other hand, conjure up very different images - of violence, simpering schoolgirls and explicit sexual content... If sex alone were necessary to produce successful manga, then Mills and Boon would already be in a strong position to succeed. The heroines of the publisher's Blaze line do not lie back and think of England. What they do, however, is enjoy a lot of sex.
The cover of The Sheikh's Reward, by Lucy Gordon... - the heroine presents quite a different prospect. Her enormous eyes, dwarfing a mouth and nose of doll-like proportions, are like two shiny acid-green pools. The effect, to Western eyes, is a little more scary than seductive... when it comes to manga, the romantic tastes of Japanese women cannot be satisfied by Mills and Boon alone. Offerings from other publishers include explicit sex scenes and love stories between men. These are not produced for gay men, but are aimed specifically at women."
The world's flags given letter grades
"Pakistan
A, 88 / 100
Best use of the star and crescent. Unfortunately, it depicts something astronomically impossible, namely the eclipse of the moon by a star. But perhaps it's not a star but a nuclear satellite-weapon aimed at India?
Libya
B, 70 / 100
Did you even try?
Brunei
D, 40 / 100
Appears to involve a moustache sprouting from a flagpole.
Mozambique
D-, 37 / 100
Automatic weapons on a flag are especially bad. Appears to have been designed by a committee all of whom had stupid ideas for pictures of extra things to put on the flag.
Northern Mariana Islands
F, 2 / 100
Appears to have been constructed from clip art. Truly awful."
"Visitation of the Bishop of Calcutta to Malacca, October 1835. ‘A large Chinese joss-house was inspected. It was full of images standing in small niches; lights were burning before them; the house was filled with incense; whilst huge diabolical figures sat on the floor and by the door. The Bishop was horrified: “We are in one of the devil’s houses,” he whispered, whilst hurrying out, “and there he sits!”" - Sent by my sister.
So the Bishop was bigoted. Point?
On Justice: "We find in the rules laid down by the greatest English judges, who have been the brightest of mankind, [that] we are to look upon it as more beneficial that many guilty persons should escape unpunished than one innocent person should suffer. The reason is because it is of more importance to [the] community that innocence should be protected than it is that guilt should be punished, for guilt and crimes are so frequent in the world that all of them cannot be punished, and many times they happen in such a manner that it is not of much consequence to the public whether they are punished or not. But when innocence itself is brought to the bar and condemned, especially to die, the subject will exclaim, 'It is immaterial to me whether I behave well or ill, for virtue itself is no security.' And if such a sentiment as this should take place in
the mind of the subject there would be an end to all security whatsoever." ---John Adams
Intellectual midwifery
"As Thomas Babington (1800-1859) wrote in his Southey’s Colloquies, “Men are never so likely to settle a question rightly as when they discuss it freely.”"
A Passion Against Man
"To possess an inquisitive mind, a mind eager to explore the world and gain knowledge, is to commit the first sin. Remember the story of Eve? To painstakingly study nature and unlock her laws, thereby paving the way for man's mastery of his world, is to court imprisonment and torture. Ask Galileo or a scientist studying human cloning. To concern oneself with producing the wealth and material goods life requires, is to invite condemnations of "greed" and "materialism." Read Jesus' "Sermon on the Mount." To cherish the pleasures that the earth and one's own body afford, including one's sexual capacity, is to be denounced as "selfish" and even depraved. Consult the Puritans or the 1968 papal encyclical Humanae Vitae. To take pride in one's curiosity, in one's growing knowledge of the world, in one's successful actions in it, in the resulting joy and pleasure these bring—this is branded by all as the height of sin. On this anti-man approach, to remain alive is to sin. To fully purge oneself, one must die. Only such an account of man can begin to explain the charge of collective guilt for the death of Christ, whose undeserved suffering at man's vicious hands is, somehow, supposed to help alleviate our innately "sinful" nature. If the anti-Semitic view of the Jewish race as inherently corrupt is irrational and evil, how much more irrational and evil is this view of the human race?"
Sites, Links and More
PC EZ-Bake Oven
"Now the computer savvy among us can relive the fun of having your very own personal mini-oven with the PC Ez-Bake oven! It fits in a 5 1/4" drive bay and plugs right into your power supply with the included Molex connector. Also included is "PC Ez-Cook", the open-source oven controller software with hundreds of easy and creative recipes for your PC Ez-Bake oven, and even a fuzzy-logic cooking control system to precisely measure the doneness of your cake, cookie, or cheese souffle. The PC Ez-Bake oven can even be used to cook your Pop Tarts, Bagel Bites, or any tiny or flat food. YUM!"
Tales of Malaysian NS: Very strange. Now when I go into the cybercafe, we have to write down our names, IC numbers, and college letter (A, B, C, or D) in a book. Sometimes I worry that the secretariat will find out about my blog, track me down, and get me into some sort of punishment. An extra 3 months in the special camp for NS delinquents? Nonstop kawat from morning? A ban from the cybercafe?
How about 7 extras? They have cybercafes in camp? Wah.
Albino Blacksheep / Flash / Stairway To Heaven: Reverse Lyrics - In reverse, Led Zeppelin's song comes out as: "Oh here's to my sweet Satan. The one whose little path would make me sad, whose power is Satan. He'll give you give you 666, there was a little toolshed where he made us suffer, sad Satan."
Interesting. But then again, tickle me Elmo's laugh, when reversed, also comes out as a vulgarity.
The Passion Of The Bunny - It may not have been as gruesome as Mel Gibson's movie, but many parents and children got upset when a church trying to teach about Jesus' crucifixion performed an Easter show with actors whipping the Easter bunny and breaking eggs.
How Mills and Boon turned to manga comics - "Mills and Boon romances are strong sellers the world over. But in Japan, the publisher has appropriated the manga comic format in order to attract a generation for whom a novel just won't do. Mills and Boon is synonymous with fluffy love stories populated by dashing heroes and swooning heroines. Japanese manga comics, on the other hand, conjure up very different images - of violence, simpering schoolgirls and explicit sexual content... If sex alone were necessary to produce successful manga, then Mills and Boon would already be in a strong position to succeed. The heroines of the publisher's Blaze line do not lie back and think of England. What they do, however, is enjoy a lot of sex.
The cover of The Sheikh's Reward, by Lucy Gordon... - the heroine presents quite a different prospect. Her enormous eyes, dwarfing a mouth and nose of doll-like proportions, are like two shiny acid-green pools. The effect, to Western eyes, is a little more scary than seductive... when it comes to manga, the romantic tastes of Japanese women cannot be satisfied by Mills and Boon alone. Offerings from other publishers include explicit sex scenes and love stories between men. These are not produced for gay men, but are aimed specifically at women."
The world's flags given letter grades
"Pakistan
A, 88 / 100
Best use of the star and crescent. Unfortunately, it depicts something astronomically impossible, namely the eclipse of the moon by a star. But perhaps it's not a star but a nuclear satellite-weapon aimed at India?
Libya
B, 70 / 100
Did you even try?
Brunei
D, 40 / 100
Appears to involve a moustache sprouting from a flagpole.
Mozambique
D-, 37 / 100
Automatic weapons on a flag are especially bad. Appears to have been designed by a committee all of whom had stupid ideas for pictures of extra things to put on the flag.
Northern Mariana Islands
F, 2 / 100
Appears to have been constructed from clip art. Truly awful."
"Visitation of the Bishop of Calcutta to Malacca, October 1835. ‘A large Chinese joss-house was inspected. It was full of images standing in small niches; lights were burning before them; the house was filled with incense; whilst huge diabolical figures sat on the floor and by the door. The Bishop was horrified: “We are in one of the devil’s houses,” he whispered, whilst hurrying out, “and there he sits!”" - Sent by my sister.
So the Bishop was bigoted. Point?
On Justice: "We find in the rules laid down by the greatest English judges, who have been the brightest of mankind, [that] we are to look upon it as more beneficial that many guilty persons should escape unpunished than one innocent person should suffer. The reason is because it is of more importance to [the] community that innocence should be protected than it is that guilt should be punished, for guilt and crimes are so frequent in the world that all of them cannot be punished, and many times they happen in such a manner that it is not of much consequence to the public whether they are punished or not. But when innocence itself is brought to the bar and condemned, especially to die, the subject will exclaim, 'It is immaterial to me whether I behave well or ill, for virtue itself is no security.' And if such a sentiment as this should take place in
the mind of the subject there would be an end to all security whatsoever." ---John Adams
Intellectual midwifery
"As Thomas Babington (1800-1859) wrote in his Southey’s Colloquies, “Men are never so likely to settle a question rightly as when they discuss it freely.”"
A Passion Against Man
"To possess an inquisitive mind, a mind eager to explore the world and gain knowledge, is to commit the first sin. Remember the story of Eve? To painstakingly study nature and unlock her laws, thereby paving the way for man's mastery of his world, is to court imprisonment and torture. Ask Galileo or a scientist studying human cloning. To concern oneself with producing the wealth and material goods life requires, is to invite condemnations of "greed" and "materialism." Read Jesus' "Sermon on the Mount." To cherish the pleasures that the earth and one's own body afford, including one's sexual capacity, is to be denounced as "selfish" and even depraved. Consult the Puritans or the 1968 papal encyclical Humanae Vitae. To take pride in one's curiosity, in one's growing knowledge of the world, in one's successful actions in it, in the resulting joy and pleasure these bring—this is branded by all as the height of sin. On this anti-man approach, to remain alive is to sin. To fully purge oneself, one must die. Only such an account of man can begin to explain the charge of collective guilt for the death of Christ, whose undeserved suffering at man's vicious hands is, somehow, supposed to help alleviate our innately "sinful" nature. If the anti-Semitic view of the Jewish race as inherently corrupt is irrational and evil, how much more irrational and evil is this view of the human race?"
Post ID: 108251668453139740
Friday, April 16, 2004
Thursday, April 15, 2004
Went horseriding over easter. Yippeee!!!! Sarah (final yr vet student) told me the horse i was riding on, Dolly, was a warm-blood (i.e. a cross between a hot blood and a cold blood- appellations given to different breeds of horses).
In other news, i was wandering around the woods at the campsite at night and walked into the branches of a tree (they were at face-level) and they gave me 3 super-unglam scratches over my temples. Can you imagine people coming up to andrew and asking "How did you get those scratches?" and andrew answering "I walked into a tree last nite"??? Okay. You probably can and are rolling in laughter right now.
Gosh.... the last few days flew past so quickly. But some things never change - i have my precious (i mentioned my precious!) bowl of mixed nuts within arm's reach, my faith (though that, or the facade that it had been, has been replaced with something sturdier than anything else). And i may be quitting the uni dance group thingy- provocative lyrics of the songs used and provocative choreography being the reason if i do.
In other news, i was wandering around the woods at the campsite at night and walked into the branches of a tree (they were at face-level) and they gave me 3 super-unglam scratches over my temples. Can you imagine people coming up to andrew and asking "How did you get those scratches?" and andrew answering "I walked into a tree last nite"??? Okay. You probably can and are rolling in laughter right now.
Gosh.... the last few days flew past so quickly. But some things never change - i have my precious (i mentioned my precious!) bowl of mixed nuts within arm's reach, my faith (though that, or the facade that it had been, has been replaced with something sturdier than anything else). And i may be quitting the uni dance group thingy- provocative lyrics of the songs used and provocative choreography being the reason if i do.
Post ID: 108203931041511042
Saturday, April 10, 2004
A friend's thoughts on Good Friday:
"seeing as today is a holiday of religious hooha, i will put forth some questions of utmost theological importance.
is it a good friday because jesus died?
who is the easter bunny?
why chocolate eggs?
did rabbits come from eggs?
did jesus look like a rabbit?
or maybe he liked eggs?
or chocolate?
did they even have chocolate back then?
you know, it sucks to be jesus, really. i mean, your dad's this whole control freak with anger management issues. your mum's got no sexual education knowledge to pass down, and she's got this other husband who's also kind of like your dad. but your real dad isn't into the commitment thing and your other human dad is so totally insignificant.
then you go to earth to be friendly and all that crap then people throw stones at you. and you can't even get any from mary magdalene who's probably the closest you ever got to a girlfriend. then all these people come and try to make you multiply bread like it's your only talent. i mean, nobody cares about you ! then, of course, they nail you to a cross.
i mean, it's all fine and dandy to be grunge and goth and all but after you die all these people make horrible websites in your name like 1-800-hello-god and they make you all black and kinda homo looking just so you can be politically correct.
it could even be the same bastards who put hindu and buddhist gods in disgusting sexual positions and sell them as household decorations in hotel lobbies.
i'm probably the most anti-christian person this side of serangoon but give jesus a break lah. he's just an easygoing dude trying to avoid family troubles and subconscious insecurities by making more friends and being as useful as possible. so let's all give him a hug, you know, since he died today and all. sucks to be him.
"seeing as today is a holiday of religious hooha, i will put forth some questions of utmost theological importance.
is it a good friday because jesus died?
who is the easter bunny?
why chocolate eggs?
did rabbits come from eggs?
did jesus look like a rabbit?
or maybe he liked eggs?
or chocolate?
did they even have chocolate back then?
you know, it sucks to be jesus, really. i mean, your dad's this whole control freak with anger management issues. your mum's got no sexual education knowledge to pass down, and she's got this other husband who's also kind of like your dad. but your real dad isn't into the commitment thing and your other human dad is so totally insignificant.
then you go to earth to be friendly and all that crap then people throw stones at you. and you can't even get any from mary magdalene who's probably the closest you ever got to a girlfriend. then all these people come and try to make you multiply bread like it's your only talent. i mean, nobody cares about you ! then, of course, they nail you to a cross.
i mean, it's all fine and dandy to be grunge and goth and all but after you die all these people make horrible websites in your name like 1-800-hello-god and they make you all black and kinda homo looking just so you can be politically correct.
it could even be the same bastards who put hindu and buddhist gods in disgusting sexual positions and sell them as household decorations in hotel lobbies.
i'm probably the most anti-christian person this side of serangoon but give jesus a break lah. he's just an easygoing dude trying to avoid family troubles and subconscious insecurities by making more friends and being as useful as possible. so let's all give him a hug, you know, since he died today and all. sucks to be him.
Post ID: 108153101252582404
Word of the day: "opsimath"
Had a conversation with Gabriel two nights ago. He called from Brunei; clearly the tedium of serving President and country in faraway lands must have been getting to him. His monotonous, deadpan voice betrayed cracks in his usually placid shell; the damage of ennui no doubt exacerbated by the absence of access to the Net for weeks on end. I shudder at the prospect; it's to be cut off from the world's true hivemind, fount of useless knowledge, catalyst of instant communication, and last haven for the socially dysfunctional.
At any rate, he exhorted me to resume blogging again.
"Entertain my audience," he said
Me: "Andrew's doing a game enough job of it in your absence."
And our conversation ended abruptly there.
The ironic thing is that in the last six months, quite a lot has happened - certainly enough to have actively blogged about as a form of catharsis. At the very least, it would have helped arrest the mental deterioration I seem to be slipping into these days.
The problem is, those events have either been:
a) The angsty, emotional melodrama stereotyped events that cause me to gag blood whenever I read their ilk on other people's blogs - suicide attempt, relationship soap opera, destructively masochistic tendencies, slide towards alcoholism, bipolar depression, lots of anti-heroic brooding (all one needs is a cape whipping around one's limbs while gazing melancholically into the face of a thunderstorm while standing on the edge of a precipice), lurid descriptions of lucid dreams, major angst about dead end job, pittance pay and psychotic boss, bemoaning social withdrawal and inability to relate to other human beings, blinding waves of rage and injustice at hearing about wanker poseur fucktard educational failures getting great jobs or making piles of money effortlessly, followed by bold resolve to better oneself through further education, psychological self-help, positive thinking and greater human interaction, followed by cyclical decline into depression again, yada yada, all interspersed with song lyrics chosen for their mood-empathic value.
And it would be dead embarrassing next to Gabriel's dryly entertaining stories about NS bureaucracy and beating off dogs with a stick. And his cool links.
b) The type that form a "cultural" or "political" or "daily observations around me news column" kind of blog. Examples would be events surrounding our recent election, commentary on how well traffic is now that the NPE is up, this great sup kambing place I discovered behind the Honda showroom off Jalan Pudu, or the latest business shenanigans surroundong Proton, or lambent observations regarding the EC's cock-ups, or just some odd tangential rant about something I read in The Star - or Malaysian net punditry's current favourite bugabear; the various Khidmat Negara (Malaysian National Service) scandals - like this one:
Ghostbusters called in to exorcise NS camps
1:05pm Thu Apr 8th, 2004
Ghostbusters were called in to exorcise spirits at a national service training camp after two groups of youths claiming to have seen ghosts became hysterical, a report said today.
On Sunday night, 13 girls and three boys at a camp in southern Negeri Sembilan state went berserk and started screaming that their toilets were haunted, the New Straits Times said. They were hospitalised and discharged the next day.
The perceived hauntings continued with another four girls becoming hysterical late Tuesday after claiming to have seen the same apparitions in the toilets, the daily said.
Faith healer Abu Bakar Hassan and his assistants were summoned from Kuala Lumpur, and a camp instructor told the newspaper that Abu Bakar had "caught the spirits and thrown them into the sea." The group also spent time "cleansing" the area, he said.
The instructor said all the affected girls were having their periods when they became hysterical. There are 508 trainees at the camp. - AFP
Menstruation. Always a great catalyst for the supernatural.
If any one wants to know what the Malaysian version of NS is like check here. It's not the total nightmare some of the opposition party demagogues make it out to be, but definitely it's not a three month OBS either.
Anyway, not entirely comfortable with becoming a "observations" or "politico" blog, mainly because that territory's been turfed out quite thoroughly by a variety of psuedo-intellectual liberals or rabid nationalistic types among the Malaysian blogs extant. And as uninhibited as I am about spewing my opinions, venom and vitriol in conversation, ICQ or even on the occasional newsboard, it feels.. unseemly to create another online ego shrine, whether it be of the "political awareness discussion group by people dissatisfied with the system seeking outlet for bitching" variety, or the cliched "bucolic life and all its attendant weirdnesses on the raw streets of KL from a urban professional's perspective." There are way too many sites dealing in this product, and a lot of weirdness to regale a reader with, but somehow to me, they would seem better told as a verbal anecdotes than as blog entries. But some of them are surprisingly good. (Check out this lotophagic here) Maybe it's just a subconscious sense of nicety - I've haven't really got anything to say, no sustained personal narrative of opinion that could keep a blog going; or maybe it's a certain embarrassed envy - knowing that I probably couldn't come up with anything better, so why bother.
Hm. After all that time, I've actually written a blog entry to explain why I don't (won't) blog regularly anymore. And that feeds my hypocrisy quota for the day. So I think I'll go back to answering questions on okcupid.com - I'm sure a 100% match is out there.
"Can't remember to forget you."
Had a conversation with Gabriel two nights ago. He called from Brunei; clearly the tedium of serving President and country in faraway lands must have been getting to him. His monotonous, deadpan voice betrayed cracks in his usually placid shell; the damage of ennui no doubt exacerbated by the absence of access to the Net for weeks on end. I shudder at the prospect; it's to be cut off from the world's true hivemind, fount of useless knowledge, catalyst of instant communication, and last haven for the socially dysfunctional.
At any rate, he exhorted me to resume blogging again.
"Entertain my audience," he said
Me: "Andrew's doing a game enough job of it in your absence."
And our conversation ended abruptly there.
The ironic thing is that in the last six months, quite a lot has happened - certainly enough to have actively blogged about as a form of catharsis. At the very least, it would have helped arrest the mental deterioration I seem to be slipping into these days.
The problem is, those events have either been:
a) The angsty, emotional melodrama stereotyped events that cause me to gag blood whenever I read their ilk on other people's blogs - suicide attempt, relationship soap opera, destructively masochistic tendencies, slide towards alcoholism, bipolar depression, lots of anti-heroic brooding (all one needs is a cape whipping around one's limbs while gazing melancholically into the face of a thunderstorm while standing on the edge of a precipice), lurid descriptions of lucid dreams, major angst about dead end job, pittance pay and psychotic boss, bemoaning social withdrawal and inability to relate to other human beings, blinding waves of rage and injustice at hearing about wanker poseur fucktard educational failures getting great jobs or making piles of money effortlessly, followed by bold resolve to better oneself through further education, psychological self-help, positive thinking and greater human interaction, followed by cyclical decline into depression again, yada yada, all interspersed with song lyrics chosen for their mood-empathic value.
And it would be dead embarrassing next to Gabriel's dryly entertaining stories about NS bureaucracy and beating off dogs with a stick. And his cool links.
b) The type that form a "cultural" or "political" or "daily observations around me news column" kind of blog. Examples would be events surrounding our recent election, commentary on how well traffic is now that the NPE is up, this great sup kambing place I discovered behind the Honda showroom off Jalan Pudu, or the latest business shenanigans surroundong Proton, or lambent observations regarding the EC's cock-ups, or just some odd tangential rant about something I read in The Star - or Malaysian net punditry's current favourite bugabear; the various Khidmat Negara (Malaysian National Service) scandals - like this one:
Ghostbusters called in to exorcise NS camps
1:05pm Thu Apr 8th, 2004
Ghostbusters were called in to exorcise spirits at a national service training camp after two groups of youths claiming to have seen ghosts became hysterical, a report said today.
On Sunday night, 13 girls and three boys at a camp in southern Negeri Sembilan state went berserk and started screaming that their toilets were haunted, the New Straits Times said. They were hospitalised and discharged the next day.
The perceived hauntings continued with another four girls becoming hysterical late Tuesday after claiming to have seen the same apparitions in the toilets, the daily said.
Faith healer Abu Bakar Hassan and his assistants were summoned from Kuala Lumpur, and a camp instructor told the newspaper that Abu Bakar had "caught the spirits and thrown them into the sea." The group also spent time "cleansing" the area, he said.
The instructor said all the affected girls were having their periods when they became hysterical. There are 508 trainees at the camp. - AFP
Menstruation. Always a great catalyst for the supernatural.
If any one wants to know what the Malaysian version of NS is like check here. It's not the total nightmare some of the opposition party demagogues make it out to be, but definitely it's not a three month OBS either.
Anyway, not entirely comfortable with becoming a "observations" or "politico" blog, mainly because that territory's been turfed out quite thoroughly by a variety of psuedo-intellectual liberals or rabid nationalistic types among the Malaysian blogs extant. And as uninhibited as I am about spewing my opinions, venom and vitriol in conversation, ICQ or even on the occasional newsboard, it feels.. unseemly to create another online ego shrine, whether it be of the "political awareness discussion group by people dissatisfied with the system seeking outlet for bitching" variety, or the cliched "bucolic life and all its attendant weirdnesses on the raw streets of KL from a urban professional's perspective." There are way too many sites dealing in this product, and a lot of weirdness to regale a reader with, but somehow to me, they would seem better told as a verbal anecdotes than as blog entries. But some of them are surprisingly good. (Check out this lotophagic here) Maybe it's just a subconscious sense of nicety - I've haven't really got anything to say, no sustained personal narrative of opinion that could keep a blog going; or maybe it's a certain embarrassed envy - knowing that I probably couldn't come up with anything better, so why bother.
Hm. After all that time, I've actually written a blog entry to explain why I don't (won't) blog regularly anymore. And that feeds my hypocrisy quota for the day. So I think I'll go back to answering questions on okcupid.com - I'm sure a 100% match is out there.
"Can't remember to forget you."
Post ID: 108152660869418056
Friday, April 09, 2004
My sister's friend posted this cover letter while hunting for jobs:
"Dear Sir or Madam:
XXXX is a geek. We hate to admit it but all be it music or the latest gadgets, he loves them all. He spends his time reading up on articles like all those gizmos that we would normally not give the time of the day. Apparently he studied communications in university and spent time at Straits Times Interactive which he wrote and managed their web content. I guess that is rather geeky when he should have been out there doing something more 'macho'. Spoke to him sometime back and he claimed to be 'pop-culturally versed "GenX-er", inescapably immersed in the entertainment scene and the latest music and fashion trends', but seriously, he still wears his Weezer t-shirts out all the time. With someone like him, whose weakness is his CD collection and his iPod, I rather you not employ him. We been through that and sure do not want you to have to put up with his lousy sense of humor, his useless trivial, time reading up articles on the computer instead of porn and constant visits to the magazine store.
Sincerely,
Mum, Dad & Soon-to-be-Ex-Girlfriend"
The SOB managed to squeeze past over 2,000 applicants for a job at one of America's largest PR firms (S'pore office).
I'm torn between admiration and outrage.
"Dear Sir or Madam:
XXXX is a geek. We hate to admit it but all be it music or the latest gadgets, he loves them all. He spends his time reading up on articles like all those gizmos that we would normally not give the time of the day. Apparently he studied communications in university and spent time at Straits Times Interactive which he wrote and managed their web content. I guess that is rather geeky when he should have been out there doing something more 'macho'. Spoke to him sometime back and he claimed to be 'pop-culturally versed "GenX-er", inescapably immersed in the entertainment scene and the latest music and fashion trends', but seriously, he still wears his Weezer t-shirts out all the time. With someone like him, whose weakness is his CD collection and his iPod, I rather you not employ him. We been through that and sure do not want you to have to put up with his lousy sense of humor, his useless trivial, time reading up articles on the computer instead of porn and constant visits to the magazine store.
Sincerely,
Mum, Dad & Soon-to-be-Ex-Girlfriend"
The SOB managed to squeeze past over 2,000 applicants for a job at one of America's largest PR firms (S'pore office).
I'm torn between admiration and outrage.
Post ID: 108151323101337441
Thursday, April 08, 2004
Praise God! Doctor was okay with me not going down for clinical placement today. Hurrah for the juhasz's of the world!
Mussed around the firestation in the morning, took a nap till noon, did domestic chores and got myself to uni at 1.37pm to borrow the st. john's ambulance first aid handbook to have a read. Bumped into my dear coursemates there, accompanied them to city/lunch and did a few errands there... it says something of his values, his priorities when someone like G** just decides to forget spending his afternoon studying/playing/resting just to drive us around and have lunch with us and spend time with the likes of us... was incredibly touched by him.
Me? Every moment of my time is precious, and to be used wisely... as with everyone else. As important as they are, I don't want to use my coursework/commitments in uni (e.g. mandatory things like attending tutorials) to brush aside every other part of my life... as I have been doing for umpteen years. If i have been doing that, do come up to me and alert me of it.
Mussed around the firestation in the morning, took a nap till noon, did domestic chores and got myself to uni at 1.37pm to borrow the st. john's ambulance first aid handbook to have a read. Bumped into my dear coursemates there, accompanied them to city/lunch and did a few errands there... it says something of his values, his priorities when someone like G** just decides to forget spending his afternoon studying/playing/resting just to drive us around and have lunch with us and spend time with the likes of us... was incredibly touched by him.
Me? Every moment of my time is precious, and to be used wisely... as with everyone else. As important as they are, I don't want to use my coursework/commitments in uni (e.g. mandatory things like attending tutorials) to brush aside every other part of my life... as I have been doing for umpteen years. If i have been doing that, do come up to me and alert me of it.
Post ID: 108141453861277913
Wednesday, April 07, 2004
Went to Luna park, st. kilda (the could-be-dodgy district with attitude, funk and great gelati) with some friends to watch a magic show- they're aiming to set a new guiness record for the world's longest magic show. It's to raise funds for the "brainwave centre" (neurological research/treatment centre) in the royal children's hospital- GO PAEDS!!!
I've got to wake up in 6 hours' time for tomorrow's programme. Have been assigned to a clinical placement with a general paractice in templestowe, but all the bus drivers in most of melbourne (i think) are on strike until 21 april, so the only viable way of getting to there from the city is to take a half-hour train to the nearest train station to that neighbourhood, and take a (very expensive) cab from the train station to the clinic. My senior (well he's a doctor now) recommended i call the doctor tomorrow morning, explain the situation to him and see if i don't have to go down. Think i'll do that (=.
Been reflecting (what's new? =P). And I realized that what Ravi Zecharias says is so true -
Meaningless does not come from being weary of pain/suffering, meaningless comes from being weary of pleasure... when after sampling pleasure after pleasure, you are left barren and empty.
1) Anything that refreshes you without distracting you from your ultimate goal is a legitimate pleasure.
And to know this makes things so much easier- once you know what your ultimate goal is.
2) Any pleasure that jeopardises the sacred right of another is an illicit pleasure.
3) Proverbs 25:16- if you find honey, eat just enough of it; too much, and you will vomit. And anyone, christian or buddhist, muslim or atheist, can attest to it. Any pleasure, however good, if not kept in balance, will distort reality or destroy appetite. Keep your life in balance- the best of sensual/emotional/intellectual pleasures will satisfy you the best for the short-term only.
and
1) Pleasure for pleasure's sake will leave you empty.-= must be a means, never an end to itself.
will fill in the rest tomrrow or later.
I've got to wake up in 6 hours' time for tomorrow's programme. Have been assigned to a clinical placement with a general paractice in templestowe, but all the bus drivers in most of melbourne (i think) are on strike until 21 april, so the only viable way of getting to there from the city is to take a half-hour train to the nearest train station to that neighbourhood, and take a (very expensive) cab from the train station to the clinic. My senior (well he's a doctor now) recommended i call the doctor tomorrow morning, explain the situation to him and see if i don't have to go down. Think i'll do that (=.
Been reflecting (what's new? =P). And I realized that what Ravi Zecharias says is so true -
Meaningless does not come from being weary of pain/suffering, meaningless comes from being weary of pleasure... when after sampling pleasure after pleasure, you are left barren and empty.
1) Anything that refreshes you without distracting you from your ultimate goal is a legitimate pleasure.
And to know this makes things so much easier- once you know what your ultimate goal is.
2) Any pleasure that jeopardises the sacred right of another is an illicit pleasure.
3) Proverbs 25:16- if you find honey, eat just enough of it; too much, and you will vomit. And anyone, christian or buddhist, muslim or atheist, can attest to it. Any pleasure, however good, if not kept in balance, will distort reality or destroy appetite. Keep your life in balance- the best of sensual/emotional/intellectual pleasures will satisfy you the best for the short-term only.
and
1) Pleasure for pleasure's sake will leave you empty.-= must be a means, never an end to itself.
will fill in the rest tomrrow or later.
Post ID: 108135355794554329
Tuesday, April 06, 2004
Back to a new week ... after two years in melbourne I have realized that I Like evenings at home. I take it as a luxury to be able to spend an evening lounging around, doing stuff, in the comfort of the knowledge that I don' t have to rush anything and nothing is further than 10 metres away from me (yes, my apartment is cosy-small). I don't hate spending nights out (and indeed in my first year i tried my best not to be at home any weekend night) but I appreciate the little things - cooking myself any dinner I feel like cooking, taking my time to wash up (i'm not sure my housemates appreciate that), opening up my books....
Post ID: 108125763926438436
Quotation from a friend's blog:
"...Again, so what, now?
And all this in a stage whisper, you know, within the echo-y confines of your darkened room. It bothers me that I tend to agree, because what we're running from isn't hard work, but drudgery. We're the generation with the shortest attention span in history, and what we want are reasons to stay alive.
Because what we're trying to avoid isn't abject failure, but mediocrity.
So what're the promising children of tomorrow to do? Write about it in their blogs (how effing tragic)? Log on to Friendster and reassure themselves that they are deeply loved, 156 times over?"
I don't mind mediocrity... I would even look forward to a life like that, because there is security in such a life, and that is something I value. As long as my head is above the clouds, as long as my eyes are focussed on a point on the horizon, it doesn't matter if my feet are currently planted on mediocre ground I know I will finish somewhere in the distance, in my Canaan, in my promised land.
"...Again, so what, now?
And all this in a stage whisper, you know, within the echo-y confines of your darkened room. It bothers me that I tend to agree, because what we're running from isn't hard work, but drudgery. We're the generation with the shortest attention span in history, and what we want are reasons to stay alive.
Because what we're trying to avoid isn't abject failure, but mediocrity.
So what're the promising children of tomorrow to do? Write about it in their blogs (how effing tragic)? Log on to Friendster and reassure themselves that they are deeply loved, 156 times over?"
I don't mind mediocrity... I would even look forward to a life like that, because there is security in such a life, and that is something I value. As long as my head is above the clouds, as long as my eyes are focussed on a point on the horizon, it doesn't matter if my feet are currently planted on mediocre ground I know I will finish somewhere in the distance, in my Canaan, in my promised land.
Post ID: 108125737750272409
Saturday, April 03, 2004
Off to Brunei soon. I wonder if, during my 18 day absence, any brave souls will take up the challenge of entertaining our audience.
Luckily, I will stay in the Medical Centre, so I will get to see Haoxiang around in camp. Still, I'd rather not have to go. Oh well. ORD Loh!
"The Beatles Poured Evil Into The World"
"Strawberry Fields Forever
When people shoot drugs, the needles leave marks on the arms. Drug adicts call these red marks "strawberry feilds" In this song John Lennon is expressing his desire to always shoot drugs into his body.
This song sounds like a drug induced experience and was written while Mr. Lennon was high on heroin.
You've Got To Hide Your Love Away
"Here I stand, head in hand turned my face to the wall"
This song is obviously about masturbation, which is a sin
Revolution 9.
In this song the meaning is cleverly concealed, in fact you cannot hear the secret message unless you play the record backward on a special player. When tured backwards you can hear the words "turn me on dead man, turn me on dead man", this was done to secretly express the fact that John Lennon was, in secret, a homosexual necrofeeliac, a ritual that has been performed for centuries by African Satanic organizations.
It Won't Be Long
"It won't be long 'till i can be with you"
It dosn't take long into this song before you figure out that The Beatles are waiting to be called home by Satan.
Little Child
"Little child, little child, little child won't you dance with me"
Need more be said?"
This is hilarious.
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Luckily, I will stay in the Medical Centre, so I will get to see Haoxiang around in camp. Still, I'd rather not have to go. Oh well. ORD Loh!
"The Beatles Poured Evil Into The World"
"Strawberry Fields Forever
When people shoot drugs, the needles leave marks on the arms. Drug adicts call these red marks "strawberry feilds" In this song John Lennon is expressing his desire to always shoot drugs into his body.
This song sounds like a drug induced experience and was written while Mr. Lennon was high on heroin.
You've Got To Hide Your Love Away
"Here I stand, head in hand turned my face to the wall"
This song is obviously about masturbation, which is a sin
Revolution 9.
In this song the meaning is cleverly concealed, in fact you cannot hear the secret message unless you play the record backward on a special player. When tured backwards you can hear the words "turn me on dead man, turn me on dead man", this was done to secretly express the fact that John Lennon was, in secret, a homosexual necrofeeliac, a ritual that has been performed for centuries by African Satanic organizations.
It Won't Be Long
"It won't be long 'till i can be with you"
It dosn't take long into this song before you figure out that The Beatles are waiting to be called home by Satan.
Little Child
"Little child, little child, little child won't you dance with me"
Need more be said?"
This is hilarious.
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4SAB sucks - Armour sucks. SAF sucks.
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Passion of the Christ
So Hwa wanted to watch this, and brought me along. He gives it 2 stars, and I 3. Naturally, I have comments aplenty.
On the whole, I got the impression that this is what Faces of Death would look like if it were extended to a 2 hour movie special. Nay, a correction: Faces of Death is not as sick or sadistic, and does not dwell on pain, suffering or torment as much (at least from my impression of the 1 1/2 episodes I inadvertently watched). From the lines, "Then Pilate took Jesus and scourged him. And the soldiers plaited a crown of thorns and put it on his head, and arrayed him in a purple robe. They came up to him saying, "Hail, King of the Jews!" and struck him with their hands", Mel Gibson has produced one of the most graphic, extended and shocking movie torture scenes in history (trumping his performance years back in Braveheart by magnitudes, I might add), one that only the most warped of serial killers would be able to conjure up.
No doubt, this is in part due to the use of such dubitable sources as "The Dolorous Passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ", in addition to the New Testament Canon. Mel Gibson probably also wanted to shock this generation, desensitised as it is already to violence. So what's next? Gutting people, tying their intestines to a tree and then kicking them off a cliff? I am sickened.
Going by general censorship guidelines in Singapore, I think this film would have received a R(A) rating (and not the M18 rating), or even been rejected (like Showgirls was), but for the religious element. Churches normally condemn violence and gore in the media, but in this case, they endorse it because it's a religious film. Going by the same logic, normally killing people is wrong, but if it's in the name of your god, it's perfectly fine! Ho hum.
Gratuitous violence and bloodshed aside, it is a gripping retelling of a good story, and for that Mel Gibson has to be applauded.
Charges of anti-Semitism have been levelled at the film, and even if one does not agree, it seemed wholly sympathetic towards the Romans, and made the raving mad Jewish mob and the bushy-bearded Rabbis look wholly responsible for Jesus' death. I do not blame them, really. If you have divine commandments setting strict laws and then decreeing death for any who blaspheme, can you really blame your Chosen People for killing someone claiming to be your son and trying to upset your millennia old covenant - blasphemy of the highest order (I read quote about this issue once but cannot locate it now so this paraphrase will have to suffice), especially with many false Messiahs having appeared previously? This also skirts the tricky moral issue of how you can punish people for being unwitting pawns in your plan to redeem all of humanity and washing away their sins by sacrificing your beloved offspring to yourself so you won't have to condemn everyone to eternal torment in hell.
The use of Aramic and Latin is touted as lending the film an air of authenticity. This sounds reasonable, but for the fact that Greek, not Latin, was the Lingua Franca in the Eastern part of the Roman Empire (feel free to correct me if I'm wrong), and the original New Testament Gospels were in Greek (so what the original words were, even if they were spoken in Aramic, is uncertain). How someone would be able to talk, walk and even carry a cross after being practically scourged to death and losing enough fluid to go into severe shock was also unexplained (though the numerous falls did remind me of my Route Marches). I was also mildly disturbed on seeing a pair of rope stirrups. Historical fault! Finally, Hwa couldn't recognise Monica Bellucci, probably because she seemed to have bound her breasts.
Aside: It seems cinemas gave up on the "please turn off your handphones" public service announcements long ago, having admitted defeat. Now if only the RIAA did the same...
Skeptic's Annotated Quran - brought to you by the people behind the Skeptic's Annotated Bible. Something I must check out after Lancer.
So Hwa wanted to watch this, and brought me along. He gives it 2 stars, and I 3. Naturally, I have comments aplenty.
On the whole, I got the impression that this is what Faces of Death would look like if it were extended to a 2 hour movie special. Nay, a correction: Faces of Death is not as sick or sadistic, and does not dwell on pain, suffering or torment as much (at least from my impression of the 1 1/2 episodes I inadvertently watched). From the lines, "Then Pilate took Jesus and scourged him. And the soldiers plaited a crown of thorns and put it on his head, and arrayed him in a purple robe. They came up to him saying, "Hail, King of the Jews!" and struck him with their hands", Mel Gibson has produced one of the most graphic, extended and shocking movie torture scenes in history (trumping his performance years back in Braveheart by magnitudes, I might add), one that only the most warped of serial killers would be able to conjure up.
No doubt, this is in part due to the use of such dubitable sources as "The Dolorous Passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ", in addition to the New Testament Canon. Mel Gibson probably also wanted to shock this generation, desensitised as it is already to violence. So what's next? Gutting people, tying their intestines to a tree and then kicking them off a cliff? I am sickened.
Going by general censorship guidelines in Singapore, I think this film would have received a R(A) rating (and not the M18 rating), or even been rejected (like Showgirls was), but for the religious element. Churches normally condemn violence and gore in the media, but in this case, they endorse it because it's a religious film. Going by the same logic, normally killing people is wrong, but if it's in the name of your god, it's perfectly fine! Ho hum.
Gratuitous violence and bloodshed aside, it is a gripping retelling of a good story, and for that Mel Gibson has to be applauded.
Charges of anti-Semitism have been levelled at the film, and even if one does not agree, it seemed wholly sympathetic towards the Romans, and made the raving mad Jewish mob and the bushy-bearded Rabbis look wholly responsible for Jesus' death. I do not blame them, really. If you have divine commandments setting strict laws and then decreeing death for any who blaspheme, can you really blame your Chosen People for killing someone claiming to be your son and trying to upset your millennia old covenant - blasphemy of the highest order (I read quote about this issue once but cannot locate it now so this paraphrase will have to suffice), especially with many false Messiahs having appeared previously? This also skirts the tricky moral issue of how you can punish people for being unwitting pawns in your plan to redeem all of humanity and washing away their sins by sacrificing your beloved offspring to yourself so you won't have to condemn everyone to eternal torment in hell.
The use of Aramic and Latin is touted as lending the film an air of authenticity. This sounds reasonable, but for the fact that Greek, not Latin, was the Lingua Franca in the Eastern part of the Roman Empire (feel free to correct me if I'm wrong), and the original New Testament Gospels were in Greek (so what the original words were, even if they were spoken in Aramic, is uncertain). How someone would be able to talk, walk and even carry a cross after being practically scourged to death and losing enough fluid to go into severe shock was also unexplained (though the numerous falls did remind me of my Route Marches). I was also mildly disturbed on seeing a pair of rope stirrups. Historical fault! Finally, Hwa couldn't recognise Monica Bellucci, probably because she seemed to have bound her breasts.
Aside: It seems cinemas gave up on the "please turn off your handphones" public service announcements long ago, having admitted defeat. Now if only the RIAA did the same...
Skeptic's Annotated Quran - brought to you by the people behind the Skeptic's Annotated Bible. Something I must check out after Lancer.
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Quote of the Week: "First-class degrees used to be awarded very sparingly. According to one Cambridge joke, examiners in moral sciences (philosophy) used to shun awarding firsts, because that would imply that the candidate was as clever as the examiner, which would be logically absurd."
Medical Centre Tales
One of the requirements for ORD is a blood test. Drawing my blood has always been hard, and my veins have challenged all who attempt to find them. I decided to try to get my blood drawn before Lancer, and asked the CCO Senior Medic Mr Sam to do the job, he probably being the most experienced in the Medical Centre. When the rest heard that my blood was to be drawn, three quarters of the medical centre gathered in the Treatment Room to watch the spectacle.
Not having had a needle enter me since the SMM days, I was a bit apprehensive initially but the pain was less than I remembered since after all, after you've had the Yakult straw stuck inside you, normal needles are nothing, though it was still something I'd rather not go through more times than necessary. In the end, over two days I was poked by Ban Xiong and Mr Sam 6 times in all - 3 in the right wrist, 1 in the left wrist and 2 times in the inside of the left elbow, and all of those times, either insufficient blood was drawn or the vein could not be located. Looks like I'll have to offer my arms to the needles again after Brunei!
I was involved in a very traumatising incident recently. I was on duty and took a packet of lunch from the sickbay. There was a curious but innocuous looking black shape, and I bit into it. At first there was no taste and I was wondering if the black thing was a flavourless pod, but suddenly, it felt as if a star had come into being. All the fires and brimstone of the Seventh Circle of Hell could not compare to the raging conflagration that was confined in my buccal cavity - it was the hotest thing I'd ever tasted. Grasping a bottle of tepid water, I ran to look for a sink. 2 MO rooms were occupied, so I burst into my Secret Garden. I rinsed my mouth but though it brought some temporary relief, it was soon aflame again. Turning the tap, I quickly swished some water around, but the water quickly became scalding hot. I then ran to the pantry fridge and got a bottle of chilled water from the freezer, but the relief was still temporary and it still felt like I was chewing embers and my tongue especially was glowing with the heat. I tried gripping my Duty Medic staff to distract myself from the pain, all to no avail. I then remembered the soothing properties of milk and sprinted to the canteen. Although my tongue still smouldered after the milk, it was at least tolerable, but I was shaken for the next hour and when I returned to eat my lunch, my hands were trembling and I was ashen-faced, eliciting words of concern from the others.
One reservist was afflicted with gynaecomastia and excused ICT for a while. Apparently he was psychologically affected. I saw him as he was walking out, but didn't find him to be any more well endowed than I am. Maybe he likes to wear tight, thin shirts.
Now when medics pass out from SMM they have an Passing Out talk. Wah. I saw one slide - "Meeting Your Senior Medic". Heh heh heh. I hope they brief them on how life post-SMM is less slack, so they don't get -too- shocked when they go to places like 42SAR. "If you get posted to places like SAFTI, good for you. If you get places like 42SAR, you'll be cursing and swearing for the rest of your NS life. This is normal."
Our sickbay fridge is wonderful - the fridge can't keep things cold, and the freezer can't freeze things.
The new senior medic is apparently going to be my SMM platoon senior instructor. Heh.
42 SAR Chronicles - Preparation for Brunei
We were supposed to get a haircuit before going to Brunei. The 46 barber was closed and I didn't want to waste time and money during my pre-embarkation days off, so I gritted my teeth and went to 42's barber, something I had not done since before he stopped levying a $2 monthly fee on all enlistees in my unit, regardless of whether they used his services or not. When I arrived there, I found that there had been some changes. Price discrimination is now practiced there - Privates and Lance Corporals pay $3, Corporals (!@#$%^&*() - Usually Corporals get put in the same price band as Privates and Lance Corporals) to First Sergeants $4, and Staff Sergeants and above $5. I was leery but had no choice, so I inserted myself into the queue. I found that the service had improved slightly, possibly because the barber had forgotten who I was - he now takes more care, though he still cannot match the 46 barber. A bonus is that shaving of stubble with the razor is now included, and furthermore, he wielded the blade more deftly than all the Malay barbers I have been too. Also, he has now powder for customers' use.
We wasted the lion's share of an afternoon in an auditorium. Ostensibly there for a Lancer brief, we inevitably spent most of the time waiting. It seems the AV personnel were very bored, for they conducted a disorienting ritual - first all the lights in the auditorium were turned on. Then, the OHP screen was raised. When it was fully retracted, some of the lights were suddenly turned off again. Then, the OHP screen was lowered. This happened a total of not one, not two but FIVE times, and gave me a splitting headache, leading to my covering my eyes with my beret.
For Lancer, the civilian attire for those of CSM rank and above is: long sleeved shirt with tie, pants and leather shoes. Wah. Mere mortals like us need only wear Polo Tees, though the rest of the outfit is the same. Hmm, I wonder if anyone will wear pig's leather shoes.
We are told that training in Lancer is a "privilege". Wth. Sorry, but this is a "privilege" I'd rather forego. In fact - you know what? If I refuse to fight, I'll actually be helping the SAF by not getting in its way with my total incompetence. Why don't I make the "contribution" to Operational Readiness, then? (Further reading: Rant on "privileges")
We were given the Definitive List of Contraband for SAF servicemen returning from overseas. As one might expect, it is considerably more draconian than the Definitive List of Contraband for Civilians returning from overseas. Among some of the more questionable inclusions: Non-MITA approved/censored media (I don't think MITA will go all the way there just to approve/censor media. Therefore, all media from overseas is banned. Bravo!), Chewing Gum (Wth?! I thought Singaporeans can bring in small amounts for personal consumption. It's sale that's prohibited), Computer Media/Software (?! I attribute this to general SAF paranoia) and Audio CDs (I don't think recitations of Koranic verses are illegal in Singapore, unless the SAF thinks they incite people to become suicide bombers). Heck, Brunei is even more puritan than Singapore - if something is banned here, it will definitely be banned there, except for chewing gum, that is. At this rate, the only souvenirs we will be able to get are "I went to Brunei and all I was allowed to get was this lousy T-shirt" T-shirts!
On the list of Dos and Don't for Lancer: "Do not tease the Bruneian women in public." Does this mean we can tease them in private?
42 SAR Chronicles - Misc
Just before we all went on embarkation off for Lancer, we had a movie night, where "We Were Soldiers" was screened. The thought is nice, but I think most of us would rather have slept in bunk or booked out, especially since the MPH (it was the wet weather program - the parade square was wet) was so hot and stuffy that everyone was sweating profusely. I guess some regulars felt the same way, for throughout the movie they were hanging out along the corridor outside the MPH. Furthermore, why is it that we always have to watch War Movies? I'm sure we all have enough of soldiering in the day without having to be subjected to it at night as well. As someone wailed, "Why can't we have a Romantic Comedy?".
We Were Soldiers: The CO in the movie is possessed of an SAF-esque mentality. His grand speech about being the first one on the battlefield and the last one off it, and leaving no man behind makes for great rhetoric, but in reality, having the CO killed due to his foolhardiness would cripple the unit, and risking a whole company to retrieve a few bodies (or seriously crippled men) risks annihilating it. Pursuing "glory" and "honour", you end up losing both the battle and the war. What short sighted thinking, just to keep up appearances and project machismo. (Aside: Of course, this is not what happened in the show, but then - it's Hollywood)
Dennis was saying that the reason why I was targeted so much by 42 at one point was that my words and actions showed that I was "buay gan" (not happy?) with their assaults on me. I suppose that’s true – though I did not engage in active resistance, passive resistance was my undoing.
Recently there has been a new breakfast item - "Nonya Fried Rice" - rice fried with mushrooms, chicken sausages, eggs and corn. What's so nonya about it, I have yet to figure out.
The brooms that the SAF used to provide us with had hollow broomsticks. These were, I presume, cheaper but they lasted a helluva short time, breaking after times as short as a few weeks. The latest batch of brooms, however, have wooden broomsticks. I hope they have realised that the short term cost savings from the cheaper brooms do not pay off.
A regular stayed out without a stay out pass and was charged and fined $100. A NSF did the same, and went to DB for 7 days. Meanwhile, officers stay out with impunity. Ah, the injustice of this world.
Someone got scolded because his hair was too short but apparently this hairstyle is accepted in the MRF and Guards. Wonderful unit we have - you can neither have long hair nor short.
Miscellaneous
Over the past 30 years, 3 principles have stayed constant in the SAF: Stupidity, Sadism and Senselessness.
It is said that the greatest threat to security is the belief that there is no threat. Perhaps, but surely the next greatest threat to security is an obsession with imagined or inflated threats (eg CDRs and Camera Phones)
The SAR21 is lousier than the M16 for drill purposes because, for one thing, it is hard and awkward to keep it cocked for the clearing of arms, and so synchronising this among a large group is hard.
SFI finally has a new night snack - orange muffins. They're not bad.
There's a speechwriting course. Wah. I want to go.
Scent manufacturers have a secret catalog of scents, which includes the New Car and Hotel Lobby (including, among other things, a whiff of cigarette smoke and maybe carpet cleaner) scents. It seems there is also an Auditorium scent (partly the furniture polish used on the parquet floors of the stage) - walking into the ATC auditorium put me in mind of RI's "New" Block.
It seems that often, SAF awards and decorations go to people who do not deserve them one bit. I'm not surprised, really. The principle is the same as that behind why Third World dictators make themselves Six-Star Generals and bedeck themselves with as many medals as innocent civilians they have massacred in putting down uprisings.
I finally got down to trying to solve my phone's problems, and went to a Nokia Care Centre. The man there said he'd upgrade my firmware, but that all my data would be lost. Why they could not backup my data when even I can easily do it at home (at least when Hwa is around), I do not know. Maybe it's a disincentive to discourage customers from pestering them. What pissed me off was that the firmware version remained the same after the "upgrade". However, worse was to come. A few days later, I was in camp and taking an MOP back to bunk, and somehow the MOP smashed the phone's screen (so I conjectured). The warranty covered replacing the screen, but the new screen will take 3 weeks to come (coincidentally, the length of time I'll be in Brunei) and future replacements will cost $85 (not $100-$150 like what some people had told me).
Singapore's Wheel of Fortune is intolerable. I watched one episode and wanted to kick the television. The contestants speak english atrociously, kept using country names to make the host understand what letter they wanted (eg "T for Thailand, probably because their enunciation was so bad the host would have misunderstood otherwise), and are even more TSAF than me; I hope the host was being sarcastic when he complimented one contestant - "You're quite fast" - when she solved the puzzle only when one letter remained obscured.
Thanks to parallax error, I withdrew $1000 from an ATM. Gah.
I loved the survey - Business In China, for it debunked many commonly propagated myths about China and its impact on the world economy:
"China has 31 provinces, 656 cities, 48,000 districts, seven major dialects and 80 spoken tongues. Climate and geography vary from the freezing northern plateaus to the semi-tropical south. There are enormous disparities in income, education and lifestyle between city dwellers and farmers, and between the wealthy east coast and the poor west and north-east. For most products, there is no such thing as a national market. China's consumers are too dispersed, too inaccessible and too different from each other... Average disposable income per person was 4,520 yuan ($545), nowhere near the $5,000 level at which economists say discretionary spending takes off."
Quotes:
Do you believe in an afterlife? [Someone: No] You only believe in life after NS. That's your afterlife.
You all will carry out your ong activities (own)
[On water in Brunei] Please make sure that it is portable (potable)
[On the Lancer briefing] Go and give a speech [Me: On what?] [Someone: How to get downgraded] [Me: Go and die]
[On Lancer] There will be 2 slut... 2 flights
All of you are to note where you are sleeping (sitting)
[Me: 'It is a privilege to train in Brunei'] Fuck you, then don't send me there
[On the future launch of a photo scrapbook] We call it - the Armour Coffee Table Book [Someone: Coaster]
[Me on Movie Night: Would you like to see a Wo-hen music video?] Go and die... If you ever show it to me I'll skin you alive (one)
The Bruneian FAD [Ed: First Aid Dressing] has one big chop [on it] [Me: Halal]
[Me: Airpork is healthy and tasty] You get on the plane, then you become 'Airpork' (???)
Medical Centre Tales
One of the requirements for ORD is a blood test. Drawing my blood has always been hard, and my veins have challenged all who attempt to find them. I decided to try to get my blood drawn before Lancer, and asked the CCO Senior Medic Mr Sam to do the job, he probably being the most experienced in the Medical Centre. When the rest heard that my blood was to be drawn, three quarters of the medical centre gathered in the Treatment Room to watch the spectacle.
Not having had a needle enter me since the SMM days, I was a bit apprehensive initially but the pain was less than I remembered since after all, after you've had the Yakult straw stuck inside you, normal needles are nothing, though it was still something I'd rather not go through more times than necessary. In the end, over two days I was poked by Ban Xiong and Mr Sam 6 times in all - 3 in the right wrist, 1 in the left wrist and 2 times in the inside of the left elbow, and all of those times, either insufficient blood was drawn or the vein could not be located. Looks like I'll have to offer my arms to the needles again after Brunei!
I was involved in a very traumatising incident recently. I was on duty and took a packet of lunch from the sickbay. There was a curious but innocuous looking black shape, and I bit into it. At first there was no taste and I was wondering if the black thing was a flavourless pod, but suddenly, it felt as if a star had come into being. All the fires and brimstone of the Seventh Circle of Hell could not compare to the raging conflagration that was confined in my buccal cavity - it was the hotest thing I'd ever tasted. Grasping a bottle of tepid water, I ran to look for a sink. 2 MO rooms were occupied, so I burst into my Secret Garden. I rinsed my mouth but though it brought some temporary relief, it was soon aflame again. Turning the tap, I quickly swished some water around, but the water quickly became scalding hot. I then ran to the pantry fridge and got a bottle of chilled water from the freezer, but the relief was still temporary and it still felt like I was chewing embers and my tongue especially was glowing with the heat. I tried gripping my Duty Medic staff to distract myself from the pain, all to no avail. I then remembered the soothing properties of milk and sprinted to the canteen. Although my tongue still smouldered after the milk, it was at least tolerable, but I was shaken for the next hour and when I returned to eat my lunch, my hands were trembling and I was ashen-faced, eliciting words of concern from the others.
One reservist was afflicted with gynaecomastia and excused ICT for a while. Apparently he was psychologically affected. I saw him as he was walking out, but didn't find him to be any more well endowed than I am. Maybe he likes to wear tight, thin shirts.
Now when medics pass out from SMM they have an Passing Out talk. Wah. I saw one slide - "Meeting Your Senior Medic". Heh heh heh. I hope they brief them on how life post-SMM is less slack, so they don't get -too- shocked when they go to places like 42SAR. "If you get posted to places like SAFTI, good for you. If you get places like 42SAR, you'll be cursing and swearing for the rest of your NS life. This is normal."
Our sickbay fridge is wonderful - the fridge can't keep things cold, and the freezer can't freeze things.
The new senior medic is apparently going to be my SMM platoon senior instructor. Heh.
42 SAR Chronicles - Preparation for Brunei
We were supposed to get a haircuit before going to Brunei. The 46 barber was closed and I didn't want to waste time and money during my pre-embarkation days off, so I gritted my teeth and went to 42's barber, something I had not done since before he stopped levying a $2 monthly fee on all enlistees in my unit, regardless of whether they used his services or not. When I arrived there, I found that there had been some changes. Price discrimination is now practiced there - Privates and Lance Corporals pay $3, Corporals (!@#$%^&*() - Usually Corporals get put in the same price band as Privates and Lance Corporals) to First Sergeants $4, and Staff Sergeants and above $5. I was leery but had no choice, so I inserted myself into the queue. I found that the service had improved slightly, possibly because the barber had forgotten who I was - he now takes more care, though he still cannot match the 46 barber. A bonus is that shaving of stubble with the razor is now included, and furthermore, he wielded the blade more deftly than all the Malay barbers I have been too. Also, he has now powder for customers' use.
We wasted the lion's share of an afternoon in an auditorium. Ostensibly there for a Lancer brief, we inevitably spent most of the time waiting. It seems the AV personnel were very bored, for they conducted a disorienting ritual - first all the lights in the auditorium were turned on. Then, the OHP screen was raised. When it was fully retracted, some of the lights were suddenly turned off again. Then, the OHP screen was lowered. This happened a total of not one, not two but FIVE times, and gave me a splitting headache, leading to my covering my eyes with my beret.
For Lancer, the civilian attire for those of CSM rank and above is: long sleeved shirt with tie, pants and leather shoes. Wah. Mere mortals like us need only wear Polo Tees, though the rest of the outfit is the same. Hmm, I wonder if anyone will wear pig's leather shoes.
We are told that training in Lancer is a "privilege". Wth. Sorry, but this is a "privilege" I'd rather forego. In fact - you know what? If I refuse to fight, I'll actually be helping the SAF by not getting in its way with my total incompetence. Why don't I make the "contribution" to Operational Readiness, then? (Further reading: Rant on "privileges")
We were given the Definitive List of Contraband for SAF servicemen returning from overseas. As one might expect, it is considerably more draconian than the Definitive List of Contraband for Civilians returning from overseas. Among some of the more questionable inclusions: Non-MITA approved/censored media (I don't think MITA will go all the way there just to approve/censor media. Therefore, all media from overseas is banned. Bravo!), Chewing Gum (Wth?! I thought Singaporeans can bring in small amounts for personal consumption. It's sale that's prohibited), Computer Media/Software (?! I attribute this to general SAF paranoia) and Audio CDs (I don't think recitations of Koranic verses are illegal in Singapore, unless the SAF thinks they incite people to become suicide bombers). Heck, Brunei is even more puritan than Singapore - if something is banned here, it will definitely be banned there, except for chewing gum, that is. At this rate, the only souvenirs we will be able to get are "I went to Brunei and all I was allowed to get was this lousy T-shirt" T-shirts!
On the list of Dos and Don't for Lancer: "Do not tease the Bruneian women in public." Does this mean we can tease them in private?
42 SAR Chronicles - Misc
Just before we all went on embarkation off for Lancer, we had a movie night, where "We Were Soldiers" was screened. The thought is nice, but I think most of us would rather have slept in bunk or booked out, especially since the MPH (it was the wet weather program - the parade square was wet) was so hot and stuffy that everyone was sweating profusely. I guess some regulars felt the same way, for throughout the movie they were hanging out along the corridor outside the MPH. Furthermore, why is it that we always have to watch War Movies? I'm sure we all have enough of soldiering in the day without having to be subjected to it at night as well. As someone wailed, "Why can't we have a Romantic Comedy?".
We Were Soldiers: The CO in the movie is possessed of an SAF-esque mentality. His grand speech about being the first one on the battlefield and the last one off it, and leaving no man behind makes for great rhetoric, but in reality, having the CO killed due to his foolhardiness would cripple the unit, and risking a whole company to retrieve a few bodies (or seriously crippled men) risks annihilating it. Pursuing "glory" and "honour", you end up losing both the battle and the war. What short sighted thinking, just to keep up appearances and project machismo. (Aside: Of course, this is not what happened in the show, but then - it's Hollywood)
Dennis was saying that the reason why I was targeted so much by 42 at one point was that my words and actions showed that I was "buay gan" (not happy?) with their assaults on me. I suppose that’s true – though I did not engage in active resistance, passive resistance was my undoing.
Recently there has been a new breakfast item - "Nonya Fried Rice" - rice fried with mushrooms, chicken sausages, eggs and corn. What's so nonya about it, I have yet to figure out.
The brooms that the SAF used to provide us with had hollow broomsticks. These were, I presume, cheaper but they lasted a helluva short time, breaking after times as short as a few weeks. The latest batch of brooms, however, have wooden broomsticks. I hope they have realised that the short term cost savings from the cheaper brooms do not pay off.
A regular stayed out without a stay out pass and was charged and fined $100. A NSF did the same, and went to DB for 7 days. Meanwhile, officers stay out with impunity. Ah, the injustice of this world.
Someone got scolded because his hair was too short but apparently this hairstyle is accepted in the MRF and Guards. Wonderful unit we have - you can neither have long hair nor short.
Miscellaneous
Over the past 30 years, 3 principles have stayed constant in the SAF: Stupidity, Sadism and Senselessness.
It is said that the greatest threat to security is the belief that there is no threat. Perhaps, but surely the next greatest threat to security is an obsession with imagined or inflated threats (eg CDRs and Camera Phones)
The SAR21 is lousier than the M16 for drill purposes because, for one thing, it is hard and awkward to keep it cocked for the clearing of arms, and so synchronising this among a large group is hard.
SFI finally has a new night snack - orange muffins. They're not bad.
There's a speechwriting course. Wah. I want to go.
Scent manufacturers have a secret catalog of scents, which includes the New Car and Hotel Lobby (including, among other things, a whiff of cigarette smoke and maybe carpet cleaner) scents. It seems there is also an Auditorium scent (partly the furniture polish used on the parquet floors of the stage) - walking into the ATC auditorium put me in mind of RI's "New" Block.
It seems that often, SAF awards and decorations go to people who do not deserve them one bit. I'm not surprised, really. The principle is the same as that behind why Third World dictators make themselves Six-Star Generals and bedeck themselves with as many medals as innocent civilians they have massacred in putting down uprisings.
I finally got down to trying to solve my phone's problems, and went to a Nokia Care Centre. The man there said he'd upgrade my firmware, but that all my data would be lost. Why they could not backup my data when even I can easily do it at home (at least when Hwa is around), I do not know. Maybe it's a disincentive to discourage customers from pestering them. What pissed me off was that the firmware version remained the same after the "upgrade". However, worse was to come. A few days later, I was in camp and taking an MOP back to bunk, and somehow the MOP smashed the phone's screen (so I conjectured). The warranty covered replacing the screen, but the new screen will take 3 weeks to come (coincidentally, the length of time I'll be in Brunei) and future replacements will cost $85 (not $100-$150 like what some people had told me).
Singapore's Wheel of Fortune is intolerable. I watched one episode and wanted to kick the television. The contestants speak english atrociously, kept using country names to make the host understand what letter they wanted (eg "T for Thailand, probably because their enunciation was so bad the host would have misunderstood otherwise), and are even more TSAF than me; I hope the host was being sarcastic when he complimented one contestant - "You're quite fast" - when she solved the puzzle only when one letter remained obscured.
Thanks to parallax error, I withdrew $1000 from an ATM. Gah.
I loved the survey - Business In China, for it debunked many commonly propagated myths about China and its impact on the world economy:
"China has 31 provinces, 656 cities, 48,000 districts, seven major dialects and 80 spoken tongues. Climate and geography vary from the freezing northern plateaus to the semi-tropical south. There are enormous disparities in income, education and lifestyle between city dwellers and farmers, and between the wealthy east coast and the poor west and north-east. For most products, there is no such thing as a national market. China's consumers are too dispersed, too inaccessible and too different from each other... Average disposable income per person was 4,520 yuan ($545), nowhere near the $5,000 level at which economists say discretionary spending takes off."
Quotes:
Do you believe in an afterlife? [Someone: No] You only believe in life after NS. That's your afterlife.
You all will carry out your ong activities (own)
[On water in Brunei] Please make sure that it is portable (potable)
[On the Lancer briefing] Go and give a speech [Me: On what?] [Someone: How to get downgraded] [Me: Go and die]
[On Lancer] There will be 2 slut... 2 flights
All of you are to note where you are sleeping (sitting)
[Me: 'It is a privilege to train in Brunei'] Fuck you, then don't send me there
[On the future launch of a photo scrapbook] We call it - the Armour Coffee Table Book [Someone: Coaster]
[Me on Movie Night: Would you like to see a Wo-hen music video?] Go and die... If you ever show it to me I'll skin you alive (one)
The Bruneian FAD [Ed: First Aid Dressing] has one big chop [on it] [Me: Halal]
[Me: Airpork is healthy and tasty] You get on the plane, then you become 'Airpork' (???)
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Friday, April 02, 2004
I just ran over my toes with the wheeled-chair and my big toe is bleeding.
Knights of the Old Republic is fun. Even though it's a 3D game and the view is similar to that of an FPS, it only gives me slight motion sickness. Though I'm tripped up by this bug while leaving Taris...
Knights of the Old Republic is fun. Even though it's a 3D game and the view is similar to that of an FPS, it only gives me slight motion sickness. Though I'm tripped up by this bug while leaving Taris...
Post ID: 108083634692353619
Wednesday, March 31, 2004
You are the Mermaid-hunter, a harpoon wielding mariner who is leery of mermaids and their charms, knowing that they are treacherous and have lead many poor sailors to their doom. You trust in your stout ship, impervious to the magicks of the merfolk, and you spend your time sailing the seas looking for the fins of your enemies. There are but a few who perform such a useful service, the rest having fallen long ago to the wiles, charms and sex appeal of the mermaids. Rate my quiz so that more mermaids-in-hiding will be revealed for you to hunt down!
What kind of mermaid are you? (Gorgeous Pics)
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All is made clear (Re: this post)
15 Answers to Creationist Nonsense - Scientific American's excellent answer to Creation "Science"
Neverwinter Vault - Interview with Altaris (author of the Lone Wolf Chapter 1 - Test of the Sun module - There's a Lone Wolf module for Neverwinter Nights?!
"If a nation expects to be ignorant and free, it expects what never was and never will be . . . The People cannot be safe without information. When the press is free, and every man is able to read, all is safe." --- Thomas Jefferson
Unfortunately, many of those who are able to read are apathetic.
Post ID: 10807383798460462
We locked you up in jail for 25 years and you were innocent all along? That’ll be £80,000 please
"What do you give someone who’s been proved innocent after spending the best part of their life behind bars, wrongfully convicted of a crime they didn’t commit?
An apology, maybe? Counselling? Champagne? Compensation? Well, if you’re David Blunkett, the Labour Home Secretary, the choice is simple: you give them a big, fat bill for the cost of board and lodgings for the time they spent freeloading at Her Majesty’s Pleasure in British prisons."
Simply outrageous.
Stressed for Success?
"Many of you high school seniors are in a panic at this time of year, coping with your college acceptance or rejection letters. Since the admissions process has gone totally insane, it's worth reminding yourself that this is not a particularly important moment in your life."
Trivia bit of the day:
Alex Mitchell (English bricklayer, 1925-1975)
Mr. And Mrs. Mitchell of Brockley green, Fairstead Estate, King's Lynn, were watching their favourite TV comedy, The Goodies. During a scene about a new type of self-defense called "Ecky Thump", Mr. Mitchell was seized by uncontrollable laughter. After a half hour of unrestrained mirth, he suffered a heart attack and died. His wife, Nessie, wrote to The Goodies thanking them for making her husband's last moments so happy.
From Hardwarezone forums (extracted by Melvin):
"i think u just hve to keep on keng n keng if u cannot downgrade
permanently due to nose problem.
i keng thru my 2 yrs of ns - neber downgrade permanently at all (all temp c2/c1).
after the excuse lapse - straightaway go back n extend somemore until the mo see
me also know i see him fr excuse one. however i only managed to get a downgrade
permanently after i start working (work got money see specialist)...
fyi - i neber kena reservist fr 5 years after rod, then suddenly
mindef letter comes say i pes b now n due to report end of the year
to be 84mm gunner, i straight away kancheong n make up my mind
to see specialist (but u must be prepared to spend money)...
i got recommendation frm my family doc to see his friend (ortho consultant)
who can help me to keng. so i 1st time see him - straight away he ask me
what sort of pes status i want - then i tell him the type that no need to do
ippt wan (cos i suck at my 2.4km n i got better things to do than to go fr rt)
surprisingly he ask me go n take x ray n he will do the rest ...
then after that
he tell me i must go back to see him to maintain at least 6 visits to consultant
- 6 visits to physio, so that the report he submit is convincing enuff fr the med board
(somemore i dun think saf wud doubt professional consultant one - i went to
the board the fellow i think is from sgh one, so the moment they see private
consultant report they neber doubt.)
let u know what he recommended me to keng - loose ankle, walk also can sprain,
his report say that i play golf also cannot (lol) - so now i pes c9 dunno what,
reservist unit also dunno which one cos when i go fr briefing - they tell me can
go home liao no need to attend cos the 84mm course
is for pes b personnel only. i spent abt 3.5k fr this downgrade."
*shrug*
From an email forward:
I was born in a simple small town......
I was very cute when I was young....
I like sport and pretend to be a soccer star cause he is handsome so much...
When grows up, I also like baseball too.....
It was a pity to say...
One day, I went to beach for a sun bath....
I saw two guys playing the Game Boy...seems funny....
I was attreacted by the Game.......So jealous ....
I asked mama to buy a computer for me.....then she promised
I was so happy and gave mama a kiss deeply
Once I had a computer....I played the Game all day long....
except on toilet....the computer is my whole life........
My hand is tired, then use feet.....Playing seven days & nights after.....
Finally,.....cause a long time playing the computer ...
without a rest.....then....I died....
died on my computer desk...........
............This is my sudden life..
Said to all of my good friends, Do not sit with computer for a long time. Going out to talk a walk...
Ho hum. Cute dogs.
"What do you give someone who’s been proved innocent after spending the best part of their life behind bars, wrongfully convicted of a crime they didn’t commit?
An apology, maybe? Counselling? Champagne? Compensation? Well, if you’re David Blunkett, the Labour Home Secretary, the choice is simple: you give them a big, fat bill for the cost of board and lodgings for the time they spent freeloading at Her Majesty’s Pleasure in British prisons."
Simply outrageous.
Stressed for Success?
"Many of you high school seniors are in a panic at this time of year, coping with your college acceptance or rejection letters. Since the admissions process has gone totally insane, it's worth reminding yourself that this is not a particularly important moment in your life."
Trivia bit of the day:
Alex Mitchell (English bricklayer, 1925-1975)
Mr. And Mrs. Mitchell of Brockley green, Fairstead Estate, King's Lynn, were watching their favourite TV comedy, The Goodies. During a scene about a new type of self-defense called "Ecky Thump", Mr. Mitchell was seized by uncontrollable laughter. After a half hour of unrestrained mirth, he suffered a heart attack and died. His wife, Nessie, wrote to The Goodies thanking them for making her husband's last moments so happy.
From Hardwarezone forums (extracted by Melvin):
"i think u just hve to keep on keng n keng if u cannot downgrade
permanently due to nose problem.
i keng thru my 2 yrs of ns - neber downgrade permanently at all (all temp c2/c1).
after the excuse lapse - straightaway go back n extend somemore until the mo see
me also know i see him fr excuse one. however i only managed to get a downgrade
permanently after i start working (work got money see specialist)...
fyi - i neber kena reservist fr 5 years after rod, then suddenly
mindef letter comes say i pes b now n due to report end of the year
to be 84mm gunner, i straight away kancheong n make up my mind
to see specialist (but u must be prepared to spend money)...
i got recommendation frm my family doc to see his friend (ortho consultant)
who can help me to keng. so i 1st time see him - straight away he ask me
what sort of pes status i want - then i tell him the type that no need to do
ippt wan (cos i suck at my 2.4km n i got better things to do than to go fr rt)
surprisingly he ask me go n take x ray n he will do the rest ...
then after that
he tell me i must go back to see him to maintain at least 6 visits to consultant
- 6 visits to physio, so that the report he submit is convincing enuff fr the med board
(somemore i dun think saf wud doubt professional consultant one - i went to
the board the fellow i think is from sgh one, so the moment they see private
consultant report they neber doubt.)
let u know what he recommended me to keng - loose ankle, walk also can sprain,
his report say that i play golf also cannot (lol) - so now i pes c9 dunno what,
reservist unit also dunno which one cos when i go fr briefing - they tell me can
go home liao no need to attend cos the 84mm course
is for pes b personnel only. i spent abt 3.5k fr this downgrade."
*shrug*
From an email forward:
I was born in a simple small town......
I was very cute when I was young....
I like sport and pretend to be a soccer star cause he is handsome so much...
When grows up, I also like baseball too.....
It was a pity to say...
One day, I went to beach for a sun bath....
I saw two guys playing the Game Boy...seems funny....
I was attreacted by the Game.......So jealous ....
I asked mama to buy a computer for me.....then she promised
I was so happy and gave mama a kiss deeply
Once I had a computer....I played the Game all day long....
except on toilet....the computer is my whole life........
My hand is tired, then use feet.....Playing seven days & nights after.....
Finally,.....cause a long time playing the computer ...
without a rest.....then....I died....
died on my computer desk...........
............This is my sudden life..
Said to all of my good friends, Do not sit with computer for a long time. Going out to talk a walk...
Ho hum. Cute dogs.
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