Hmm
The guy on the cover of today's Straits Times looks suspiciously like Thierry Henry.
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Saturday, July 30, 2005
Friday, July 29, 2005
Sizzles
Weekend is here again.
Time to enjoy! Or you want to start doing your tutorials already?
You can take a break here by listening and watching our rumoured National Day MTV.
Currently hosted on mrbrown.com and http://willythecop.blogspot.com. Viewed it while it's hot.
Off to exercise liao. Watch out for a fitter and meaner darren around the corner.
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Vampires
You walked into your favourite restaurant, towards your favourite seat, slouching easily into the velvet couch. The waiter came and you ordered your favourite steak.
Everything is exactly what you wanted. You needed this predictability to preserve your sanity. You wondered why she wanted your blood. What about all the secrets you both shared? What about the meals taken together? What about the shared dreams? What about the ‘us’ you and her often used in conversations?
What about the girl you used to like as a kid but never dared talk to. You look at her on the bus. You turned around and looked at her whenever she passed by. You dreamt of her at night. You listened carefully to stories about her. And then, you thought you know her. Later, you grew up and realised you never really knew her. And yesterday, you grew up again when you realised you never really knew her also.
You imagined what she is really like. Did she use the same refined vocabulary when conversing with other people? Did she ever practised what she preached? How did she carry herself other people? You paused for moment as you recall her words. Did she really said all that? Or have you put words into her mouth? Have you just conveniently completed her with your figments of imagination so that she is the way you wanted her to be?
When did it start? When did it all go wrong? At the beginning? Or maybe you have done something wrong? Could you have stood in her way? Could you have touched a raw nerve? Could you have not heard her immense hatred for you? You reckoned you would never know. But there’s something you would know. It was you who wanted her blood at the beginning. The clever schemes you plotted in order to get closer to her were more than successful.
You remembered a friend telling you that one can never really understand what another person is thinking. You screamed ‘telepathy’ and spewed out many abstract words like ‘love’, ‘faith’ and ‘eternity’. You grew up for the second time yesterday when you started to wonder for what good purposes were these words invented for. That same friend added that it is however reassuring to know that in the same way, other people will never really know what you are thinking. You called your friend a soulless creature under your breath.
He is right. He never really knows that you actually called him that.
You remembered the eyes that smiled. Are they even capable of evil? Who would think they were thirsting for your blood? It shattered your world. Aren’t good and beauty supposed to come together? What’s what anymore? You lose the ability to judge. You looked around the restaurant. You imagined the nearby boy stabbing a puppy furiously. You thought you saw the pretty girl sitting at the corner spitting onto the floor. You imagined every single living thing in the world as a can of worms. Some have been opened by you, the rest are just waiting to be opened by you. You lose faith.
You remembered something your friend told you. He said, “Instead of looking at people, discovering their dirty deeds and then losing faith, why don’t you conduct yourself in a manner that gives other people faith?” You told him frankly he is too nice and idealistic. You thought he must be having some problems also. Only depressed people are nice. Normal people are too proud and arrogant to be nice. You told him that you are nothing more than another can of worms.
You changed your mind about drinking her blood when you discovered that she’s nice.
You have changed. So has she. You haven’t detected any signs at all. You imagined someone who suddenly became sinister would age overnight. But then, you have even thought that if she suddenly aged overnight but remains pure at heart, you would still not take her blood.
You remembered something your friend told you. And you’ve always thought of him as kind of shallow but you decided that he would never know that as a fact. He said, “Always judge a book not just by its cover, but also for its cover; at least you would know when it has, like all the things the world, changed. Judge it by its contents, for its content and you won’t realize it in time when it has changed.” Only then you can be safe.
The steak finally came. Bloodied the way you like it to be. The meat is tender. You cut a small piece and put it into your mouth. You imagine it’s her flesh you are eating and you smile.
Everything is exactly what you wanted. You needed this predictability to preserve your sanity. You wondered why she wanted your blood. What about all the secrets you both shared? What about the meals taken together? What about the shared dreams? What about the ‘us’ you and her often used in conversations?
What about the girl you used to like as a kid but never dared talk to. You look at her on the bus. You turned around and looked at her whenever she passed by. You dreamt of her at night. You listened carefully to stories about her. And then, you thought you know her. Later, you grew up and realised you never really knew her. And yesterday, you grew up again when you realised you never really knew her also.
You imagined what she is really like. Did she use the same refined vocabulary when conversing with other people? Did she ever practised what she preached? How did she carry herself other people? You paused for moment as you recall her words. Did she really said all that? Or have you put words into her mouth? Have you just conveniently completed her with your figments of imagination so that she is the way you wanted her to be?
When did it start? When did it all go wrong? At the beginning? Or maybe you have done something wrong? Could you have stood in her way? Could you have touched a raw nerve? Could you have not heard her immense hatred for you? You reckoned you would never know. But there’s something you would know. It was you who wanted her blood at the beginning. The clever schemes you plotted in order to get closer to her were more than successful.
You remembered a friend telling you that one can never really understand what another person is thinking. You screamed ‘telepathy’ and spewed out many abstract words like ‘love’, ‘faith’ and ‘eternity’. You grew up for the second time yesterday when you started to wonder for what good purposes were these words invented for. That same friend added that it is however reassuring to know that in the same way, other people will never really know what you are thinking. You called your friend a soulless creature under your breath.
He is right. He never really knows that you actually called him that.
You remembered the eyes that smiled. Are they even capable of evil? Who would think they were thirsting for your blood? It shattered your world. Aren’t good and beauty supposed to come together? What’s what anymore? You lose the ability to judge. You looked around the restaurant. You imagined the nearby boy stabbing a puppy furiously. You thought you saw the pretty girl sitting at the corner spitting onto the floor. You imagined every single living thing in the world as a can of worms. Some have been opened by you, the rest are just waiting to be opened by you. You lose faith.
You remembered something your friend told you. He said, “Instead of looking at people, discovering their dirty deeds and then losing faith, why don’t you conduct yourself in a manner that gives other people faith?” You told him frankly he is too nice and idealistic. You thought he must be having some problems also. Only depressed people are nice. Normal people are too proud and arrogant to be nice. You told him that you are nothing more than another can of worms.
You changed your mind about drinking her blood when you discovered that she’s nice.
You have changed. So has she. You haven’t detected any signs at all. You imagined someone who suddenly became sinister would age overnight. But then, you have even thought that if she suddenly aged overnight but remains pure at heart, you would still not take her blood.
You remembered something your friend told you. And you’ve always thought of him as kind of shallow but you decided that he would never know that as a fact. He said, “Always judge a book not just by its cover, but also for its cover; at least you would know when it has, like all the things the world, changed. Judge it by its contents, for its content and you won’t realize it in time when it has changed.” Only then you can be safe.
The steak finally came. Bloodied the way you like it to be. The meat is tender. You cut a small piece and put it into your mouth. You imagine it’s her flesh you are eating and you smile.
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Looking Around
Guess where is the ball?
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There you are!
Man Utd Man Utd all the way!
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Thursday, July 28, 2005
Overhead
It was a dreamy afternoon in the toilet.
Then I heard 2 people walking into the toilet.
Person A:Can I have an interview with you?
Person B: Sure. I have about 5 minutes to spare. You can talk to me outside the cubicle.
Person A: Ok, great. Erm, can I ask you a question? ... In the past you laugh at people who read the blogs of people they don't know. But why you are doing it now?
Person B: Sorry you can't ask me a question.
Person B: Hah.... joking lah. Hmmm, in the past I laughed because I thought that these people are 'stalking' on others. In the first place, I thought blogs are a place where people rode about what they did today, their whines and bitches, backstabbing or what colour underwear they wore that day.
Person B: But as I explore further, I stumbled upon many intellectual or humourous blogs. Blogs like mrbrown, designgrid, singabloodypore, simon world just to name a few.
Person A: So you feel that reading blogs will widen your knowledge?
Person B: Sort of. There are many news that I got first hand from the blogs, way before I got to read them on news or the papers.
Person A: Only intellectual blogs?
Person B: Hmmm... there are some.. different ones..
Person A: Ah, so you 'stalk' on people too. You thought this was 'immoral' in the past.
Person B: That's the past lah. Police wear shorts in the past also. I feel that if I approach it with an open mind, it's not so bad. Only for leisure, not really to 'stalk' them. It boils down to what's your motives.
Person B: Anyway, I don't see why you should make such a big issue out of this.
* Sound of flushing water
Person A: So do you blog too?
Person B: Sorry, your 5 minutes are up. Got to run.
Person A: Oh wait! Can I shake your hands before you go?
It was a dreamy afternoon in the toilet.
Then I heard 2 people walking into the toilet.
Person A:Can I have an interview with you?
Person B: Sure. I have about 5 minutes to spare. You can talk to me outside the cubicle.
Person A: Ok, great. Erm, can I ask you a question? ... In the past you laugh at people who read the blogs of people they don't know. But why you are doing it now?
Person B: Sorry you can't ask me a question.
Person B: Hah.... joking lah. Hmmm, in the past I laughed because I thought that these people are 'stalking' on others. In the first place, I thought blogs are a place where people rode about what they did today, their whines and bitches, backstabbing or what colour underwear they wore that day.
Person B: But as I explore further, I stumbled upon many intellectual or humourous blogs. Blogs like mrbrown, designgrid, singabloodypore, simon world just to name a few.
Person A: So you feel that reading blogs will widen your knowledge?
Person B: Sort of. There are many news that I got first hand from the blogs, way before I got to read them on news or the papers.
Person A: Only intellectual blogs?
Person B: Hmmm... there are some.. different ones..
Person A: Ah, so you 'stalk' on people too. You thought this was 'immoral' in the past.
Person B: That's the past lah. Police wear shorts in the past also. I feel that if I approach it with an open mind, it's not so bad. Only for leisure, not really to 'stalk' them. It boils down to what's your motives.
Person B: Anyway, I don't see why you should make such a big issue out of this.
* Sound of flushing water
Person A: So do you blog too?
Person B: Sorry, your 5 minutes are up. Got to run.
Person A: Oh wait! Can I shake your hands before you go?
It was a dreamy afternoon in the toilet.
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Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Not For The Faint Hearted
Gahmen not included.
My interest is aroused.
I may be watching the movie.
Even if I'm watching it alone.
Eng Wah at Toa Payoh sounds nice.
My interest is aroused.
I may be watching the movie.
Even if I'm watching it alone.
Eng Wah at Toa Payoh sounds nice.
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Monday, July 25, 2005
Never Again
I told you, never again, but in the end I just came and came again night after night. Every time I arrived I would recall the sights, sounds and sensations of those times long gone, and would seek to relive them. In vain.
I had become the hideous creature I promised I would never be - I became a blind mourner.
I could always sense you peeping at me from some corner, but every time I turned around expecting you I saw nothing but blackness.
I had become the hideous creature I promised I would never be - I became a blind mourner.
I could always sense you peeping at me from some corner, but every time I turned around expecting you I saw nothing but blackness.
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Mind Twister
Hey man, tell you a secret.
During World War 2, the Americans blasted their Pearl Harbour so that they could go to war.
Now, they hacked down their own NY's twin towers so that they can occupy Afghanistan and Iraq for their oil.
Far fetched? But that's what many believe, especially in the Middle East.
I read The Straits Times (TST, my one and fav newspaper, 'cos there is only one readable English paper in Singapore.) today and this interview set me thinking. Try putting yourself as the person interviewed. Then answer the questions the interviewer asked.
It will be fun.
Excerpt:
It isn't the general view of the world of what happened on Sept 11. But it's an, ah, interesting one. Where did you see the evidence that the Americans attacked their own city, blowing themselves up?
If they haven't done that, it's even worse. That means they are a very weak country..... The second thing is that we're amazed that they filmed the whole event from the time the plane took off up to the end. That means they knew what was about to happen....
Do you believe that?
Yes I do.
Really believe that?
You may not believe it, but some peopl, the Zionist, plotted the one in London, I believe....
We have a problem. You don't believe my perception of things. I don't believe your perception. So what do we do?
I believe you because I respect any belief and culture.
I'm not saying about religion. Rather Manhattan. Let's just take the Twin Towers incident. Your perception and mine perception of what happened are completely different. Not to mention the London bombings, where a lot of completely innocent people died, killed you say, by the British themselves. Well, it's very hard for me to believe that...
You should believe it in future.
So how should we resolve this?....
By Anthony Paul, interviewing Dr Rafat Bayat, a US-educated sociologist and girl's school manager. For full interview, please read TST, Review section pg 22, July 25.
We truly live in a world where there have millions of diverse cultures and ideas. Somehow, other people's opinions should be respected. But when they seriously deviate from your ideas, how should you react?
Ah.... how to bridge the great divide?
During World War 2, the Americans blasted their Pearl Harbour so that they could go to war.
Now, they hacked down their own NY's twin towers so that they can occupy Afghanistan and Iraq for their oil.
Far fetched? But that's what many believe, especially in the Middle East.
I read The Straits Times (TST, my one and fav newspaper, 'cos there is only one readable English paper in Singapore.) today and this interview set me thinking. Try putting yourself as the person interviewed. Then answer the questions the interviewer asked.
It will be fun.
Excerpt:
It isn't the general view of the world of what happened on Sept 11. But it's an, ah, interesting one. Where did you see the evidence that the Americans attacked their own city, blowing themselves up?
If they haven't done that, it's even worse. That means they are a very weak country..... The second thing is that we're amazed that they filmed the whole event from the time the plane took off up to the end. That means they knew what was about to happen....
Do you believe that?
Yes I do.
Really believe that?
You may not believe it, but some peopl, the Zionist, plotted the one in London, I believe....
We have a problem. You don't believe my perception of things. I don't believe your perception. So what do we do?
I believe you because I respect any belief and culture.
I'm not saying about religion. Rather Manhattan. Let's just take the Twin Towers incident. Your perception and mine perception of what happened are completely different. Not to mention the London bombings, where a lot of completely innocent people died, killed you say, by the British themselves. Well, it's very hard for me to believe that...
You should believe it in future.
So how should we resolve this?....
By Anthony Paul, interviewing Dr Rafat Bayat, a US-educated sociologist and girl's school manager. For full interview, please read TST, Review section pg 22, July 25.
We truly live in a world where there have millions of diverse cultures and ideas. Somehow, other people's opinions should be respected. But when they seriously deviate from your ideas, how should you react?
Ah.... how to bridge the great divide?
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Sunday, July 24, 2005
Half Past Twelve
After a day of hard work putting on a mask in front of everybody, it always feels so good to relax in my room.
That's why I love my room so much.
How many times must I told myself that self-discipline is very important?
The goal is set, the route is planned, but halfway through I have drifted.
Self-discipline.
Self-discipline.
Self-discipline.
Show me the way, will'ya?
Somehow, earger to start tommorrow.
But first let me enjoy the night.
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Friday, July 22, 2005
Calm Before The Storm
I'm not sure is this expression correct. But I thought it is damn obvious if a storm is coming: dark clouds, strong winds, no birds flying (think they scared got struck by lightning, also no crows kao beiing.), not to forget the occassional thunder and lightning strikes.
But humans don't behave that way. That's what I called "unpreditable".
Today I'm at the center of the storm. Between my boss and his subordinate.
"Darren, this thing have to rush, ok? You will have to do this, this, this, this, this..... not sure can ask ah seng. Ah seng! Come come!"
Ah seng stopped his work and come over.
"Ah seng ah, you have to do this, this, this, this.... urgent ah. Because this place is very untidy."
** A sidenote: Lemme give you some info. This company is very obsesse with cleaniness. Even I am freaked out by that.
After my boss had left, I was alone staring at the things I-had-to-do-but-I-don't-think-there-is-a-need-to-do.
Then ah seng came over and kao bei to me.
Yes, he was very tu lan, but he did not show it to the boss.
That's the sad part of being an employee.
I'm not in a good mood either.
Don't ask, for I won't entertain.
I came across an "article" that claimed how "pathetic" Singaporeans are. Here, http://www.geocities.com/hkhemlock/mus-sin.html
*** Approach with caution. Reading Hemlock's list on your computer may or may not constitute a crime. Go to the page, read and wait 5 minutes. If the police haven't arrived, you're safe.
At least I'm not in trouble, or I thought.
Heh... if you are scared, here are some of the excerpts.
2. The Singaporean people do not really have the fundamental right to make their own investments. The Singapore government forces people to hand over up to 40% of their net income, and it invests most of it as it sees fit. The government allows people to individually direct only a small part of these forced savings (mainly into non-voting shares in state-owned enterprises). The government tells Singaporeans how lucky they are to be allowed to choose to use their savings for education, home purchase, medical coverage, etc as if the money werent theirs in the first place. Pathetic.
5.Faced with such mismanagement, most people would complain. Not Singaporeans. Their government effectively controls the media and runs a highly effective PR campaign aimed at convincing the people the government is wonderful. Many sincerely believe it. Those who dont fall for it keep quiet, or wish they had. The few people who dare to speak out suffer reduced career prospects or even spurious legal action. Unlike Hongkongers, Singaporeans have no right, in practice, to walk down the street handing out anti-government leaflets and shouting anti-government slogans. It is a crime to speak in public without a permit. Pathetic.
That's all folks. Today, very tu lan. To hell with the cowards that think they can make it big by planting bombs.
But humans don't behave that way. That's what I called "unpreditable".
Today I'm at the center of the storm. Between my boss and his subordinate.
"Darren, this thing have to rush, ok? You will have to do this, this, this, this, this..... not sure can ask ah seng. Ah seng! Come come!"
Ah seng stopped his work and come over.
"Ah seng ah, you have to do this, this, this, this.... urgent ah. Because this place is very untidy."
** A sidenote: Lemme give you some info. This company is very obsesse with cleaniness. Even I am freaked out by that.
After my boss had left, I was alone staring at the things I-had-to-do-but-I-don't-think-there-is-a-need-to-do.
Then ah seng came over and kao bei to me.
Yes, he was very tu lan, but he did not show it to the boss.
That's the sad part of being an employee.
I'm not in a good mood either.
Don't ask, for I won't entertain.
I came across an "article" that claimed how "pathetic" Singaporeans are. Here, http://www.geocities.com/hkhemlock/mus-sin.html
*** Approach with caution. Reading Hemlock's list on your computer may or may not constitute a crime. Go to the page, read and wait 5 minutes. If the police haven't arrived, you're safe.
At least I'm not in trouble, or I thought.
Heh... if you are scared, here are some of the excerpts.
2. The Singaporean people do not really have the fundamental right to make their own investments. The Singapore government forces people to hand over up to 40% of their net income, and it invests most of it as it sees fit. The government allows people to individually direct only a small part of these forced savings (mainly into non-voting shares in state-owned enterprises). The government tells Singaporeans how lucky they are to be allowed to choose to use their savings for education, home purchase, medical coverage, etc as if the money werent theirs in the first place. Pathetic.
5.Faced with such mismanagement, most people would complain. Not Singaporeans. Their government effectively controls the media and runs a highly effective PR campaign aimed at convincing the people the government is wonderful. Many sincerely believe it. Those who dont fall for it keep quiet, or wish they had. The few people who dare to speak out suffer reduced career prospects or even spurious legal action. Unlike Hongkongers, Singaporeans have no right, in practice, to walk down the street handing out anti-government leaflets and shouting anti-government slogans. It is a crime to speak in public without a permit. Pathetic.
That's all folks. Today, very tu lan. To hell with the cowards that think they can make it big by planting bombs.
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Blanks
"Soldiers forced to shout 'bang' as the Army runs out of ammunition"
By Sean Rayment, Defence Correspondent
Excerpt:
"Soldiers are facing the undignified prospect of being forced to shout "bang, bang" on military training exercises after an admission by the Army that it is running out of blank ammunition.
A senior Army officer said that the ammunition crisis was "shambolic" and came at the worst possible time for the Army.
He said: "There is nothing more dispiriting than soldiers having to go on exercise and shout 'bang, bang' because there is not enough blank ammunition. Any benefit from the exercise will be lost because soldiers just won't take it seriously. Why should soldiers who are being sent to Iraq, where their lives will be endangered, be forced to shout 'bang' in training because someone in the Ministry of Defence can't do basic arithmetic? It's a disgrace."" -news.telegraph.co.uk
Hahah... brings back memories.
During at out field exercise:
Rambo with camo on face: Hey, we got a deal?
Me with little camo on face: What?
Rambo with camo on face: I pass you my blank rounds. You help me shoot, I help you clean the rifle.
Me with little camo on face: *eyed him with suspicion*
Rambo with camo on face: C'mon lah, like that save time and effort mah!
Throughout the exercise he shouted "bang bang" to simulate firing, while I had to clear all the rounds as the platoon sergeant "would not accept any return rounds". The sergeant didn't say anything, because he had also strike a deal with another sergeant.
We are unprofessional lah.
By Sean Rayment, Defence Correspondent
Excerpt:
"Soldiers are facing the undignified prospect of being forced to shout "bang, bang" on military training exercises after an admission by the Army that it is running out of blank ammunition.
A senior Army officer said that the ammunition crisis was "shambolic" and came at the worst possible time for the Army.
He said: "There is nothing more dispiriting than soldiers having to go on exercise and shout 'bang, bang' because there is not enough blank ammunition. Any benefit from the exercise will be lost because soldiers just won't take it seriously. Why should soldiers who are being sent to Iraq, where their lives will be endangered, be forced to shout 'bang' in training because someone in the Ministry of Defence can't do basic arithmetic? It's a disgrace."" -news.telegraph.co.uk
Hahah... brings back memories.
During at out field exercise:
Rambo with camo on face: Hey, we got a deal?
Me with little camo on face: What?
Rambo with camo on face: I pass you my blank rounds. You help me shoot, I help you clean the rifle.
Me with little camo on face: *eyed him with suspicion*
Rambo with camo on face: C'mon lah, like that save time and effort mah!
Throughout the exercise he shouted "bang bang" to simulate firing, while I had to clear all the rounds as the platoon sergeant "would not accept any return rounds". The sergeant didn't say anything, because he had also strike a deal with another sergeant.
We are unprofessional lah.
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Thursday, July 21, 2005
Go Easy, Dude
One of my nothing-to-do-so-I-keep-dreaming night.
I was wondering, what could have cause someone to behave in a manner that I found irritating?
I am taking about the giving up attitude.
Yah, I too have the habbit of giving up on things. And 90% of the time I hated myself for that.
When things are not going your way, what is your first reaction? And your reaction after a period of time?
I don't like people who keeps on looking down on themselves. I can't bear to stay near them 'cos I'm scared that I will be like them too. But that doesn't mean I hate them ah.... don't anyhow out words in my mouth.
And yes, I HATE PEOPLE WHO ANYHOW PUT WORDS IN MY MOUTH. (Tamade, you understand?)
I feel kind of weird whenever I tried to help someone, but that someone "rejected" my help.
"No lah, why do bad things always happen to me?"
"Aiyah, things are not that bad lah. Learn from this experience lor. What's done is done."
"Wah lau, wtf, sian man, don't feel like doing anything."
"Hey man, relak! Don't worry, I will try to help you within my means."
"Sigh, nbcb, why is heaven so cruel to me?"
You got the idea? I am doing my best to spur him on, but the sorry dude keeps on piling pressure on himself.
Why do some people able to pick themselves up after failure but others just collapse dramatically?
*Above is just a simple example, not the "real" thing.
Just a figment of my thought for today.
Easy dude, easy.
I was wondering, what could have cause someone to behave in a manner that I found irritating?
I am taking about the giving up attitude.
Yah, I too have the habbit of giving up on things. And 90% of the time I hated myself for that.
When things are not going your way, what is your first reaction? And your reaction after a period of time?
I don't like people who keeps on looking down on themselves. I can't bear to stay near them 'cos I'm scared that I will be like them too. But that doesn't mean I hate them ah.... don't anyhow out words in my mouth.
And yes, I HATE PEOPLE WHO ANYHOW PUT WORDS IN MY MOUTH. (Tamade, you understand?)
I feel kind of weird whenever I tried to help someone, but that someone "rejected" my help.
"No lah, why do bad things always happen to me?"
"Aiyah, things are not that bad lah. Learn from this experience lor. What's done is done."
"Wah lau, wtf, sian man, don't feel like doing anything."
"Hey man, relak! Don't worry, I will try to help you within my means."
"Sigh, nbcb, why is heaven so cruel to me?"
You got the idea? I am doing my best to spur him on, but the sorry dude keeps on piling pressure on himself.
Why do some people able to pick themselves up after failure but others just collapse dramatically?
*Above is just a simple example, not the "real" thing.
Just a figment of my thought for today.
Easy dude, easy.
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Wednesday, July 20, 2005
NTU Undergrads Break World Record For Largest Number Of Blind Dates
Happy girls?
Wah lau, such an interesting thing happened while I'm away doing attachment. Not that I will take part anyway, but at least I will go and peek and laugh at them.
I can't bear to bring myself to a matchmake or blind date session and torture myself or the girl.
How to get a girl like that? Jia lat jia lat..... and more jia lat!Hahah....
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Bidding Time
Wednesday will soon past......
Today got caught for napping in the office again. Twice already, jia lat jia lat! But then got talked to some 'new' faces in the workshop. Not new to the company, but new to me. Good! Let me go and take down some notes first.
Reading soccernet and Man Utd website gives me great pleasures. (www.soccernet.com, www.manutd.com) See how the team is doing, their preparations make me long for the next season to start immediately.
But I seriously think that Man Utd can't rely on Ferdinand, Rooney and Ronaldo. They are more like troublemakers. Unless they change their attitude immediately.
For Rooney and Ronaldo, hope these 2 can use their brains more often.
Ferdinand is quite a basterd really.
Man Utd signing Ballack? * keeping fingers crossed *
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Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Tasty Delights
If I'm not bored, then I will be very busy.
Busy with what?
Printing receipts and filing papers.
I thought I saw ITE students doing attachment downstairs. That's what I call real work man.
University students on attachment printing papers VS ITE students on attachment doing handson machining. *A round of applause please*
But the flip side is, the university student when graduate will definitely earn more than ITE students. No wonder they despise us.
But then, I got a surprise today.
I found a tin of chocolate wafer biscuits in the panrty.
I repeat: CHOCOLATE WAFER BISCUITS.
But the seal is still on the cover of the tin as it has not been touched yet. Lets see if it's broken tomorrow. Then I will unleash my power.
Jia lat.... 5 more months to go.
Busy with what?
Printing receipts and filing papers.
I thought I saw ITE students doing attachment downstairs. That's what I call real work man.
University students on attachment printing papers VS ITE students on attachment doing handson machining. *A round of applause please*
But the flip side is, the university student when graduate will definitely earn more than ITE students. No wonder they despise us.
But then, I got a surprise today.
I found a tin of chocolate wafer biscuits in the panrty.
I repeat: CHOCOLATE WAFER BISCUITS.
But the seal is still on the cover of the tin as it has not been touched yet. Lets see if it's broken tomorrow. Then I will unleash my power.
Jia lat.... 5 more months to go.
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Monday, July 18, 2005
The Art of Deciet
You will master a big part of this amazing art, if you can do this:
Act busy while everyone was busy in a busy office.
People were typing on their keyboard furiously. People were walking up and down the corridor. People were discussing about pointers pirior to the afternoon meeting.
I was restraining myself from picking up the Today paper and started reading.
But then good moments don't last.
I was called upon to do lots of trivia work: printing, tabulating of results, lamenating papers.
Woh, so much fun in the office.
I still remember that day:
"So the school didn't teach you guys __________ (Insert any inspection process for metal parts. I bet you can't.)?"
The 3 of us shook our heads.
"Then, what did you learn?"
I think she realizes she was stepping on a minefield as she quickly switched topics.
"Ok, so right now let me brief you on our job scopes...."
C'mon, everybody knows that 99% of what we learn in school are not related to the working world.
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Sunday, July 17, 2005
Retrospect 8/8
During the ICT Randy the man gave me this comment.
"Eh why you so soft? Other people will think you are 'good to eat'."
Ahhh... this is the society on picking the "weak".
Seems like many people are waiting to see when I will put down my mask and become a "hard" man.
Nevermind. Time will tell.
"Eh why you so soft? Other people will think you are 'good to eat'."
Ahhh... this is the society on picking the "weak".
Seems like many people are waiting to see when I will put down my mask and become a "hard" man.
Nevermind. Time will tell.
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Saturday, July 16, 2005
Advertisement
Hey everyone, my name is Darren.
After seeing the doctor, he insisted that I have to find a girlfriend in order to stop my unstable condition.
I asked him how and where can I find a girlfriend in such a short notice?
He gave me an idea.
I am going to advertise for one.
I am a happy and easy to go along kind of dude. Likes to play soccer. And sleep too.
As for what I am doing right now, other hobbies or where I live etc, I am not going to reveal much until I receive the applications.
Yes, in order to be my girlfriend you have to send in an application form. There are no fix formats, just try to convince me will do.
Ok, what about my photos? I will post one here then.
Yep, that's me in my coolest look. Why is there a bump on my head?
Oh, I got a knock there while saving a little dog from a car accident.
Yes. I'm an animal lover too.
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Hmmm..... by the way only Sun Yanzi, Priscelia Chan and Jeanette Aw can apply.
Thanks.
After seeing the doctor, he insisted that I have to find a girlfriend in order to stop my unstable condition.
I asked him how and where can I find a girlfriend in such a short notice?
He gave me an idea.
I am going to advertise for one.
I am a happy and easy to go along kind of dude. Likes to play soccer. And sleep too.
As for what I am doing right now, other hobbies or where I live etc, I am not going to reveal much until I receive the applications.
Yes, in order to be my girlfriend you have to send in an application form. There are no fix formats, just try to convince me will do.
Ok, what about my photos? I will post one here then.
Yep, that's me in my coolest look. Why is there a bump on my head?
Oh, I got a knock there while saving a little dog from a car accident.
Yes. I'm an animal lover too.
...........
...........
...........
Hmmm..... by the way only Sun Yanzi, Priscelia Chan and Jeanette Aw can apply.
Thanks.
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Friday, July 15, 2005
Retrospect 7/8
During one of the meet-the-folks session in my early JC life, I had my first encounter with rooney.
Then he asked me a question.
"Why are you always smiling?"
I had forgotten what answer I gave him, but I remembered smiling at him.
Then he asked me a question.
"Why are you always smiling?"
I had forgotten what answer I gave him, but I remembered smiling at him.
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Homecoming
Finally, weekend is here. *I really can't conceal my relief and joy.*
How do I foresee that I had such a lousy week?
Hmmm.... nearly forgot about our poor rooney. Went to answer the call of our motherland by serving reservist. But he is coming back this weekend! (Although for 2 days.)
And also our dear loveable-but-think-he-is-broke script writer. Going to Taiwan leh...
Think I must do something to welcome rooney back, and to see jinx off.
How can we miss out babes in this situation? Allow me to call in the "Gorgeous Dancing Queens"!
First, let them perform an entertaining dance move....
Alright alright! Aren't they chio?
Next, the "3 sexy kittens" doing the aren't-I-cute looks!
Wooohooo!!! This should be the knockout blow.
That's all for the performance! Hope you guys enjoyed it. *Very pleased with myself*
How do I foresee that I had such a lousy week?
Hmmm.... nearly forgot about our poor rooney. Went to answer the call of our motherland by serving reservist. But he is coming back this weekend! (Although for 2 days.)
And also our dear loveable-but-think-he-is-broke script writer. Going to Taiwan leh...
Think I must do something to welcome rooney back, and to see jinx off.
How can we miss out babes in this situation? Allow me to call in the "Gorgeous Dancing Queens"!
First, let them perform an entertaining dance move....
Alright alright! Aren't they chio?
Next, the "3 sexy kittens" doing the aren't-I-cute looks!
Wooohooo!!! This should be the knockout blow.
That's all for the performance! Hope you guys enjoyed it. *Very pleased with myself*
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Thursday, July 14, 2005
Retrospect 6/8
They helped me to discover what is soccer and martial arts.
The passion.
And commitment.
To the wannabe-script-writer-to-be-and-always-thinking-of-the-big-break-jinx, good luck. I will do my best to offer my help.
The passion.
And commitment.
To the wannabe-script-writer-to-be-and-always-thinking-of-the-big-break-jinx, good luck. I will do my best to offer my help.
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Anger Management Course
Today is a boring day.
So bored that I can sit on the chair the whole day and do nothing.
Then I heard from the pantry a discussion about the pay check of our infamous CEO of NKF.
Hmmm.... for a CEO of a big organisation, I think $25000 per month not that much lah. Think Mr Sim Wong Hu of Creative earns around that much? (Or higher? Or lower?)
Hmmmmm..... think that salary is really peanuts compared to the millions the organisation has in reserves.
But damn it! Just damn it!
I can't stand those celebs baying for donation on tv and at the same time showing 'lucky' donors flashing their thousand dollars notes or honking their new car and appeal for donations too...
ComChest don't have this shit. SPCA don't have this shit. But I still make regular contributions to them. My friend approached me sincerely with a NKF Cancer fund donation card, much as I don't like, I still dropped $5 into the bag because of my friend.
You see, it's all about trust.
Do
You
Dig
It?
So angry that I went back to my seat and fumed. Then I thought of her.
Finally, I picked up enough courage, and asked her out for a dinner.
My friend asked me why am I talking to the newspaper.
So bored that I can sit on the chair the whole day and do nothing.
Then I heard from the pantry a discussion about the pay check of our infamous CEO of NKF.
Hmmm.... for a CEO of a big organisation, I think $25000 per month not that much lah. Think Mr Sim Wong Hu of Creative earns around that much? (Or higher? Or lower?)
Hmmmmm..... think that salary is really peanuts compared to the millions the organisation has in reserves.
But damn it! Just damn it!
I can't stand those celebs baying for donation on tv and at the same time showing 'lucky' donors flashing their thousand dollars notes or honking their new car and appeal for donations too...
ComChest don't have this shit. SPCA don't have this shit. But I still make regular contributions to them. My friend approached me sincerely with a NKF Cancer fund donation card, much as I don't like, I still dropped $5 into the bag because of my friend.
You see, it's all about trust.
Do
You
Dig
It?
So angry that I went back to my seat and fumed. Then I thought of her.
Finally, I picked up enough courage, and asked her out for a dinner.
My friend asked me why am I talking to the newspaper.
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Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Welcomed Distraction
Today I am still feeling distracted and restless.
I had been peeping at her every now and then.
Because I want to meet her.
I want to know her better, hence the urge to talk to her.
I realized that my mental state is kind of unstable now, my own theory proving me correct every passing day.
But I will not use that as an excuse.
All my friend's fault man. His fault that makes me behave this way now.
I want to meet her and see her smile!
My friend's fault to let me saw her picture on Today's paper.
I had been peeping at her every now and then.
Because I want to meet her.
I want to know her better, hence the urge to talk to her.
I realized that my mental state is kind of unstable now, my own theory proving me correct every passing day.
But I will not use that as an excuse.
All my friend's fault man. His fault that makes me behave this way now.
I want to meet her and see her smile!
My friend's fault to let me saw her picture on Today's paper.
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One Way To The Heart
"Hello, what's your name?"
My aloofness had me forgotten to introduce myself.
"Darren," I said, shaking his hand.
"Ju," he said.
Then he touched his hand (the same hand that shook my hand) to his heart. That caught me off guard.
I thought Malays only do that to friends from the same race only.
Well, I'm glad to make friend with a big eyed with curly hair, not so malay but also cheerfull malay uncle.
My aloofness had me forgotten to introduce myself.
"Darren," I said, shaking his hand.
"Ju," he said.
Then he touched his hand (the same hand that shook my hand) to his heart. That caught me off guard.
I thought Malays only do that to friends from the same race only.
Well, I'm glad to make friend with a big eyed with curly hair, not so malay but also cheerfull malay uncle.
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Tuesday, July 12, 2005
The Sun Will Rise Again Tomorrow
Suddenly felt disorientated.
What am I doing here?
But the show must go on.
Don't you feel the same?
Happy go lucky.
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Scardy Cat At It's Best Again (Part 2)
$25000 per month is a lot.
12 months bonus is unusual too.
The most weird thing is that the organisation runs on public donation.
It went into damage control mode by withdrawing it's defamation suits against Singapore Press Holdings.
Hmmmm... my suspicions had been confirmed. Irritating charity shows with equal irritating celebs whinning for donations. Not to mention the persistant-caller-who-I-don't-know-where-the-hell-he-got-my-number-from asking me to accept a donation card.
I hope the patients don't get negatively affected.
But the damage had been done.
"Several senior officials from NKF were in court to follow the proceedings, including its patron Mrs Goh Chok Tong." -CNA
I hope she is very angry.
12 months bonus is unusual too.
The most weird thing is that the organisation runs on public donation.
It went into damage control mode by withdrawing it's defamation suits against Singapore Press Holdings.
Hmmmm... my suspicions had been confirmed. Irritating charity shows with equal irritating celebs whinning for donations. Not to mention the persistant-caller-who-I-don't-know-where-the-hell-he-got-my-number-from asking me to accept a donation card.
I hope the patients don't get negatively affected.
But the damage had been done.
"Several senior officials from NKF were in court to follow the proceedings, including its patron Mrs Goh Chok Tong." -CNA
I hope she is very angry.
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Retrospect 5/8
Still remember the Sega game set?
Nikki and I can sat in front of the tv playing the games from his set for the whole afternoon.
That's how we spent most of our holiday.
Incredible.
Nikki and I can sat in front of the tv playing the games from his set for the whole afternoon.
That's how we spent most of our holiday.
Incredible.
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Monday, July 11, 2005
Scardy Cat At It's Best Again
Cut and pasted:
"Police harassment at non-violence book launch
Police seized a CD and demanded the particulars of two young activists who spoke at Dr Chee Soon Juan's launching of his latest book The Power of Courage: Effecting Political Change in Singapore through Nonviolence.
.... There was one officer in particular who seemed intent on offending as many people as he could. Incredibly at one point, after rudely demanding to see the CD, he wanted to borrow Dr Chee's laptop computer to view the CD he had seized whereupon Dr Chee replied: "The next thing you'll want is to borrow some money from me to take a taxi back to the police station."
Another police officer then filled out a form and wanted Dr Chee to sign it to acknowledge that they were seizing the CD. At this point lawyer Mr M Ravi who was also present took a look at the form and said that it was ridiculous for the police to seize someone's property and then ask that person acknowledge it. Dr Chee then said to the officers: "If you want to take it, take it. Do whatever you want to do with it but return it when you're finished with it."
Upon hearing this, the rude officer barged in and threatened, "So I take it that you are refusing to sign the acknowledgment?"
"It doesn't make sense for the police to seize something and then ask its owner to acknowledge that the property was taken as if the item was gladly handed over," Mr Ravi chipped in. "I'm trying to explain that..."
"No point wasting time, let's go! We have more important things to do!" the officer yelled to his colleagues." -end
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Hahahahahah!!!
So immature.
"Police harassment at non-violence book launch
Police seized a CD and demanded the particulars of two young activists who spoke at Dr Chee Soon Juan's launching of his latest book The Power of Courage: Effecting Political Change in Singapore through Nonviolence.
.... There was one officer in particular who seemed intent on offending as many people as he could. Incredibly at one point, after rudely demanding to see the CD, he wanted to borrow Dr Chee's laptop computer to view the CD he had seized whereupon Dr Chee replied: "The next thing you'll want is to borrow some money from me to take a taxi back to the police station."
Another police officer then filled out a form and wanted Dr Chee to sign it to acknowledge that they were seizing the CD. At this point lawyer Mr M Ravi who was also present took a look at the form and said that it was ridiculous for the police to seize someone's property and then ask that person acknowledge it. Dr Chee then said to the officers: "If you want to take it, take it. Do whatever you want to do with it but return it when you're finished with it."
Upon hearing this, the rude officer barged in and threatened, "So I take it that you are refusing to sign the acknowledgment?"
"It doesn't make sense for the police to seize something and then ask its owner to acknowledge that the property was taken as if the item was gladly handed over," Mr Ravi chipped in. "I'm trying to explain that..."
"No point wasting time, let's go! We have more important things to do!" the officer yelled to his colleagues." -end
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Hahahahahah!!!
So immature.
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Sunday, July 10, 2005
Oh No
My cousin, who graduated last year from NTU with a degree in Mass Com, is officially a policewoman.
I am very very tempted to join the police to pursue my dream job.
I am very very tempted to join the police to pursue my dream job.
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Rio Rio Rio
Fuck off fuck off.
Don't be an eyesore.
You had lost Man Utd's respect for you.
Greedy ferdy: I want a pot of gold!
Greedy ferdy: Poor Man Utd, I'm outta here.
Greedy ferdy: Heheheheh....
Don't be an eyesore.
You had lost Man Utd's respect for you.
Greedy ferdy: I want a pot of gold!
Greedy ferdy: Poor Man Utd, I'm outta here.
Greedy ferdy: Heheheheh....
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Retrospect 4/8
It felt funny but nice to hear people shouted your name from a distance.
Especially from a girl.
One of the situations that I looked forward to after school, other than escorting my favourite teacher Miss T to the bus stop.
Especially from a girl.
One of the situations that I looked forward to after school, other than escorting my favourite teacher Miss T to the bus stop.
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Saturday, July 09, 2005
Threat From Within
During lunch, I asked the question: If there is a terrorist attack in Singapore, will you lose faith in the government?
fat basterd gave the what-the-hell look, without really answering the question.
I turned and looked at rooney.
He looked at me and said:" No lah," and continued eating the kwuay chap.
Hmmmm..... all fail.
fat basterd gave the what-the-hell look, without really answering the question.
I turned and looked at rooney.
He looked at me and said:" No lah," and continued eating the kwuay chap.
Hmmmm..... all fail.
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Friday, July 08, 2005
Ignorance Is Bliss
http://www.singaporedemocrat.org/CPF.html
Cited:
The original intent of the CPF was to help workers save for their old age and for them to be less dependent on the state when they are no longer economically productive. Few quarrelled with this notion. Since then, however, the system has allowed members to use their savings to finance their homes, pay medical bills, service insurance policies and even punt on the stock market.
...It wasn't until 1999, however, that an inter-ministerial committee set up by the government finally admitted that many Singaporeans "assume that their CPF savings are enough for retirement" when in fact they are not.
...In fact, Asher calculates that returns to CPF members between 1987-1998 was zero percent, with five of the 11 years actually registering negative returns.
Even the World Bank commented on this outrageous situation. In 1999, it noted that on average CPF's interest rate was in fact lower by 0.4 percent than those of the four Singapore banks to which it was pegged. India, Malaysia, and the United States on the other hand have done much better for their people. This finding was reinforced by an economist at SG Securities who noted that the average real return on Singapore's financial reserves is one of the lowest in Asia. "We have a problem in Singapore," he cited. NUS business school professor Koh Seng Kee pointed out that "Should there be a financial or political crisis, the wealth of Singaporeans will dissipate quickly."
Hmmmm... sounds scary.
No wonder so many 'uncles' complain.
As I student, I don't pay CPF. So I'm not that affected. So next time should I go the way of self employment?
Cited:
The original intent of the CPF was to help workers save for their old age and for them to be less dependent on the state when they are no longer economically productive. Few quarrelled with this notion. Since then, however, the system has allowed members to use their savings to finance their homes, pay medical bills, service insurance policies and even punt on the stock market.
...It wasn't until 1999, however, that an inter-ministerial committee set up by the government finally admitted that many Singaporeans "assume that their CPF savings are enough for retirement" when in fact they are not.
...In fact, Asher calculates that returns to CPF members between 1987-1998 was zero percent, with five of the 11 years actually registering negative returns.
Even the World Bank commented on this outrageous situation. In 1999, it noted that on average CPF's interest rate was in fact lower by 0.4 percent than those of the four Singapore banks to which it was pegged. India, Malaysia, and the United States on the other hand have done much better for their people. This finding was reinforced by an economist at SG Securities who noted that the average real return on Singapore's financial reserves is one of the lowest in Asia. "We have a problem in Singapore," he cited. NUS business school professor Koh Seng Kee pointed out that "Should there be a financial or political crisis, the wealth of Singaporeans will dissipate quickly."
Hmmmm... sounds scary.
No wonder so many 'uncles' complain.
As I student, I don't pay CPF. So I'm not that affected. So next time should I go the way of self employment?
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Show Me The Money
Reproduced below is an interesting view regarding personal finances and employment by Mohamad Rosle Ahmad. His letter was published in page 7 of Life! today.
I don't need a job to survive
When the issue of raising the retirement age to 67 surfaced some time back, I said to myself: Count me out.
My goal has always been that I will no longer need a job before I'm 55.
I'm a believer in the mantra of entrepreneur-investor and the author of Rich Dad, Poor Dad, Robert Kiyosaki, that "a job is really a short-term solution to a long-term problem".
Hence, everything I have done is geared towards retirement in the shortest possible time. I have avoided cars, credit cards, country clubs and condominiums. And with only $40,000 left to pay for my five-room flat, I should be debt-free before I hit 40.
Relying on a job for survival is dangerous. One only needs to remember the 1998 Asian financial crisis when companies cut jobs like there was no tomorrow.
Globalisation, cost-cutting, restructuring, downsizing and outsourcing means your job can disappear overnight.
Moreover, companies will always seek younger staff.
Hence, continuous training and re-training should be geared towards freeing the worker from the crutch mentality that his livelihood depends on being employed by a single company.
It can be as simple as being able to do plumbing and electrical repair work -- which immediately gives a person job access to all the households in Singapore.
Nevertheless, in spite of the greater likelihood of failure, running your own small business might be the only way to survive in the future for many of us.
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Retrospect 3/8
At my first day of primary school, I was introduced to the boy beside me by my mother, because I was too shy to do it myself.
We became the best of friends for the next 3 years.
Then came the streaming, and he was streamed to the 'higher' class, and me, to the 'lower' class.
We didn't keep in contact after that.
Class divides.
Where is the bridge?
We became the best of friends for the next 3 years.
Then came the streaming, and he was streamed to the 'higher' class, and me, to the 'lower' class.
We didn't keep in contact after that.
Class divides.
Where is the bridge?
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Discussions Of The Day
Conclusion from last night's dinner: Change will be inevitable, it's how one reponds to the change that matters.
It's good to meet up face to face to have a chat. Beats away the lingering doubts and may even create stronger identity.
I am wondering and comparing the outrage the public shows between the recent London bombings to, maybe the ongoing attrocities commited in many parts of Africa now or maybe in Iraq.
Ok, maybe it's unfair comparison. Just kind of wonder, you see.
I am sad and disturbed that the bombings happened too.
Peace and violence co-exist in this world, isn't it?
It's good to meet up face to face to have a chat. Beats away the lingering doubts and may even create stronger identity.
I am wondering and comparing the outrage the public shows between the recent London bombings to, maybe the ongoing attrocities commited in many parts of Africa now or maybe in Iraq.
Ok, maybe it's unfair comparison. Just kind of wonder, you see.
I am sad and disturbed that the bombings happened too.
Peace and violence co-exist in this world, isn't it?
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Thursday, July 07, 2005
Darren Condemns
London was rocked by a series of terrorist attacks after the city had won the bid for the 2012 Olympics.
Which, I think, brought some fresh doubts to their ability to provide security while hosting an international event.
Nevertheless, I strongly condemns such acts of terrorisms.
A group calling itself the Organisation of Al-Qaeda Jihad in Europe, had the balls to claimed Thursday's attacks in London and threatened similar ones in Italy, Denmark and other countries with troops in Iraq and Afghanistan.
"We have repeatedly warned the government and people of Britain, and we have now fulfilled our promise and have carried out a sacred military attack in Britain," it said. -CNA
Hmmm... how sacred is that? Targeting innocent personals sacred? Maybe sacred enough to have the terrorists' balls to rot under their underwears. Or do they wear underwears at all?
Yah, pain feels.
Updated:
And yes, I agree that the terrorists are a pitiful bunch of people.
Watching CNN just now, the reporter was interviewing an eyewitness who had been on one of the bombed trains. After the usual inane questions of a clearly rattled but nevertheless composed man, the following transpired:
CNN: Do you suspect terrorists?
Witness: As a barrister I do not want to jump to conclusions. We need to wait for the evidence. We can't be too hasty.
CNN: Can you tell me what you think of the people that did this?
Witness: I feel pity.
CNN (incredulous): Pity?
Witness: Yes. You can only feel pity for people that do these things.
CNN (throwing back to studio): Clearly a shocked and confused man. As you can hear, there is much confusion among witnesses here... -simon world
Which, I think, brought some fresh doubts to their ability to provide security while hosting an international event.
Nevertheless, I strongly condemns such acts of terrorisms.
A group calling itself the Organisation of Al-Qaeda Jihad in Europe, had the balls to claimed Thursday's attacks in London and threatened similar ones in Italy, Denmark and other countries with troops in Iraq and Afghanistan.
"We have repeatedly warned the government and people of Britain, and we have now fulfilled our promise and have carried out a sacred military attack in Britain," it said. -CNA
Hmmm... how sacred is that? Targeting innocent personals sacred? Maybe sacred enough to have the terrorists' balls to rot under their underwears. Or do they wear underwears at all?
Yah, pain feels.
Updated:
And yes, I agree that the terrorists are a pitiful bunch of people.
Watching CNN just now, the reporter was interviewing an eyewitness who had been on one of the bombed trains. After the usual inane questions of a clearly rattled but nevertheless composed man, the following transpired:
CNN: Do you suspect terrorists?
Witness: As a barrister I do not want to jump to conclusions. We need to wait for the evidence. We can't be too hasty.
CNN: Can you tell me what you think of the people that did this?
Witness: I feel pity.
CNN (incredulous): Pity?
Witness: Yes. You can only feel pity for people that do these things.
CNN (throwing back to studio): Clearly a shocked and confused man. As you can hear, there is much confusion among witnesses here... -simon world
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Justice Is Blind (sort of)
WASHINGTON : A judge here sent New York Times reporter Judith Miller to prison on Wednesday for refusing to divulge the name of a source to a grand jury probing the leak of the identity of a CIA agent.
Citing Miller for contempt of court, Judge Thomas Hogan jailed the veteran reporter until she agrees to testify or until the grand jury's mandate runs out in four months.
"If journalists cannot be trusted to guarantee confidentiality then journalists cannot function. There cannot be free press," Miller told the judge.
"I am here today because I believe in the rule of law and your right to send me to prison for disobeying your ruling if you choose to do so," she said.
In a surprise move, another journalist who had been facing possible prison time in connection with the case, Time magazine's Matthew Cooper, told the judge Wednesday that he had agreed to testify to the grand jury.
Miller and Cooper have been at the center of a high-stakes case thick with political intrigue, enmeshing the White House, press freedom and the rationale for the Iraq war.
They had refused to name their sources to a federal prosecutor examining which Bush administration official leaked the name of CIA spy Valerie Plame during a fierce row over Iraq's alleged weapons of mass destruction program. -CNA
Ok, so who do we sympathesis? Miller? Cooper? Or the Law?
Reporter (in deep thoughts): Oh no... they are going to jail me! But my informer trusted me and give me the information so how can I betray them? What will happen to them if I revealed their backgrounds?
Judge: I am the Law! You better don't play play with the Law! Speak! Who gave you the information? You fucking asshole!!!
Reporter: Ahhhh!!!!!!
With great powers come great responsibility.
Above are just fictional, so please don't take it to heart.
Please.....
Citing Miller for contempt of court, Judge Thomas Hogan jailed the veteran reporter until she agrees to testify or until the grand jury's mandate runs out in four months.
"If journalists cannot be trusted to guarantee confidentiality then journalists cannot function. There cannot be free press," Miller told the judge.
"I am here today because I believe in the rule of law and your right to send me to prison for disobeying your ruling if you choose to do so," she said.
In a surprise move, another journalist who had been facing possible prison time in connection with the case, Time magazine's Matthew Cooper, told the judge Wednesday that he had agreed to testify to the grand jury.
Miller and Cooper have been at the center of a high-stakes case thick with political intrigue, enmeshing the White House, press freedom and the rationale for the Iraq war.
They had refused to name their sources to a federal prosecutor examining which Bush administration official leaked the name of CIA spy Valerie Plame during a fierce row over Iraq's alleged weapons of mass destruction program. -CNA
Ok, so who do we sympathesis? Miller? Cooper? Or the Law?
Reporter (in deep thoughts): Oh no... they are going to jail me! But my informer trusted me and give me the information so how can I betray them? What will happen to them if I revealed their backgrounds?
Judge: I am the Law! You better don't play play with the Law! Speak! Who gave you the information? You fucking asshole!!!
Reporter: Ahhhh!!!!!!
With great powers come great responsibility.
Above are just fictional, so please don't take it to heart.
Please.....
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Retrospect 2/8
J and I were supposed to escort Miss T, our favourite English teacher, to the bus stop after school everyday.
We would wait outside the teachers' office, and J, thick skin, would went inside and said:" Hello, Miss T, we are here to escort you again."
Miss T always gave us the amused look. Although she had tried to decline the 'invitation' several times, but due to J's insistance, she gave up and sportingly play along with us.
I'm not sure what went through her mind last time.
Eh.... the two weirdos are here again. Hmmm... what do they want?
But we were glad that we were not rejected.
I can still remember her smile when we went to wait for her outside the office everyday.
Those were my primary school days.
We would wait outside the teachers' office, and J, thick skin, would went inside and said:" Hello, Miss T, we are here to escort you again."
Miss T always gave us the amused look. Although she had tried to decline the 'invitation' several times, but due to J's insistance, she gave up and sportingly play along with us.
I'm not sure what went through her mind last time.
Eh.... the two weirdos are here again. Hmmm... what do they want?
But we were glad that we were not rejected.
I can still remember her smile when we went to wait for her outside the office everyday.
Those were my primary school days.
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Mockey Mock
New York Times had it's views on our soldiers, and also the National Day Parade.
From blogger bobafett81.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/bobafett81/261104.html
"Soldiers who look barely old enough to drive were pacing outside the doors, toting machine guns and appearing impervious to the sweltering heat."
Hmmm... being a 'lao jiao' soldier now, I am not at all pleased with their views, although I have to admit there are some 'soft' soldiers lying around.
From blogger bobafett81.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/bobafett81/261104.html
"Soldiers who look barely old enough to drive were pacing outside the doors, toting machine guns and appearing impervious to the sweltering heat."
Hmmm... being a 'lao jiao' soldier now, I am not at all pleased with their views, although I have to admit there are some 'soft' soldiers lying around.
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Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Retrospect 1/8
During my primary school days I had a 'fighting buddy'.
We clashed even of minor incidents.
But wonders of wonders, xiao de and I were good friends. Because we always laugh and make up after every fights.
We clashed even of minor incidents.
But wonders of wonders, xiao de and I were good friends. Because we always laugh and make up after every fights.
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Boredom
This is my third day at home.
Doing nothing. The loboness is killing me man. Doing nothing for one or two days are fine. More than that is too much for me I guess.
But I'm going to start work soon. The thought of working everyday from 0830 to 1730 is scaring me. Just don't let me be those types that work to death. Like the busy bees.
Strange people always got strange thoughts.
But I'm glad that the mobile column for this year NDP is parading past my place. This time I will be armed with my new camera. *2 thumbs up*
This is my highlight of the day. (I received a call. Caller ID said 'withheld'.)
Me: Hello?
Stranger: Hi Mr Darren. I'm from DBS. You free to talk at the moment?
Shit..... something wrong with my account?
Me: Sure. Ok.
Stranger: Ok. Great. I like to promote you the company's latest credit cards....
Wah lau eh, should have hung up.
Stranger: By the way do you have credit cards?
Me: No.
.... strange silence ....
Stranger: You don't believe in credit cards?
.... strange silence ....
Me: Eh because I don't use one. I'm a student, you see, so I feel no need to have a credit card.
Stranger: Oh, ok. Nevermind then. Thanks!
End of converstation.
What a quick turnabout. Anyway, what's the use of my caller ID if it displayed 'withheld' everytime when my phone rings?
MSN chat sucks.
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Busy Bees
Worker bees work extremely hard almost from the beginning of their lifes.
They are pre-programmed to work almost non-stop.
Then they just die.
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Search Engine
The word most searched for currently is "gerrard".
In life we tend to be caught up in emotions and it is at those moments when we must watch what we say. Emotions are like a fierce torrent of water that can sweep you to danger.
And he said one fateful night: "How can I leave after a night like this?"
Those words brought joy and relief to many.
In life we tend to be caught up in emotions and it is at those moments when we must watch what we say. Emotions are like a fierce torrent of water that can sweep you to danger.
And he said one fateful night: "How can I leave after a night like this?"
Those words brought joy and relief to many.
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About .....?
Friends.
This is where things get serious.
Thinking deeper, I missed my platoon friends.
Talking about grass is greener on the other side?
Talking about maturity?
Talking about reliability?
Talking about graciousness?
Talking about.......
This is where things get serious.
Thinking deeper, I missed my platoon friends.
Talking about grass is greener on the other side?
Talking about maturity?
Talking about reliability?
Talking about graciousness?
Talking about.......
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Tuesday, July 05, 2005
About .......
Hmmm......
*in deep thoughts*
*drumming my fingers*
Jinx asked me about 'platonic friendships'. About the girl-tell-the-boy-who-likes-her-'let's be friends' thing. I don't know where this term, 'platonic friendship', comes from. A friendship is a friendship ok? Why not keep it simple.
I personally feel that friendships can develope between a man and a woman.
More about them.... I can't think of any.
Actually I had typed a big page about this crap, but I deleted them away.
Because they are crap, as I had said.
I really can't explain them in words.
My last statement: It's ok to feel down for a while, but life still have to go on.
*in deep thoughts*
*drumming my fingers*
Jinx asked me about 'platonic friendships'. About the girl-tell-the-boy-who-likes-her-'let's be friends' thing. I don't know where this term, 'platonic friendship', comes from. A friendship is a friendship ok? Why not keep it simple.
I personally feel that friendships can develope between a man and a woman.
More about them.... I can't think of any.
Actually I had typed a big page about this crap, but I deleted them away.
Because they are crap, as I had said.
I really can't explain them in words.
My last statement: It's ok to feel down for a while, but life still have to go on.
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IOC
Didn't know that this is such a big event.
How big?
Big enough for foreign ministers like French President Jacques Chirac, British Prime Minister Tony Blair, New York Senator Hillary Clinton, sports icons like David Beckham, boxing legend Muhammad Ali, swimming sensation Ian Thorpe just to name a few.
Hmmm.... no wonder the ministers are quite well behaved during these times.
How big?
Big enough for foreign ministers like French President Jacques Chirac, British Prime Minister Tony Blair, New York Senator Hillary Clinton, sports icons like David Beckham, boxing legend Muhammad Ali, swimming sensation Ian Thorpe just to name a few.
Hmmm.... no wonder the ministers are quite well behaved during these times.
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Hands On Mouth Off
It is fun to make my own version of fried rice for lunch.
...........
...........
It is more fun to finish up my own food.
...........
...........
It is more fun to finish up my own food.
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Monday, July 04, 2005
Pay It Forward
Luckily it's good stuff.
I hate when bad things happen to me, when it's not my fault.
Yesterday's afternoon:
At the end of my journey, I bought some fish food from the shop. The lady returned me excess change. I stood outside the shop and counted the change again. $1.60 extra. No no, I hate to have things that doesn't belong to me. I went back to return the money to the stunned lady.
Today's afternoon:
At the end of my journey, I bought a coupon holder from a bike shop. Still wearing my helmet because I'm lazy to took it down, I showed the holder to the ah peh who was talking on the phone. There was another ah peh sitting in front of him smoking. Most probably his kopitiam kaki.
Not bothering to speak, I held up the holder and gave a how-much? sign. The ah pek on the phone, busy talking to the fella on the next line, also don't bother to speak to me and gave me the 5-fingers sign. I took out a $5 note and gave it to him and walked away.
Na bei, $5!? Damn expensive man. This will be the last time I'm entering this shop.
Ah peh who smokes: Oei, oei!
I turned around.
Ah peh on the phone: Boy ah, lai lai!
What you one? Not enough?
Ah peh who smokes: Hahahah.....
Ah peh on the phone: 50c only. You got 50c not?
He returned me the $5 note.
Ah peh who smokes: That's 10 times more leh! Hahahah.....
***********
I don't mind them laughing at me.
Feel good that people are honest to me.
I hate when bad things happen to me, when it's not my fault.
Yesterday's afternoon:
At the end of my journey, I bought some fish food from the shop. The lady returned me excess change. I stood outside the shop and counted the change again. $1.60 extra. No no, I hate to have things that doesn't belong to me. I went back to return the money to the stunned lady.
Today's afternoon:
At the end of my journey, I bought a coupon holder from a bike shop. Still wearing my helmet because I'm lazy to took it down, I showed the holder to the ah peh who was talking on the phone. There was another ah peh sitting in front of him smoking. Most probably his kopitiam kaki.
Not bothering to speak, I held up the holder and gave a how-much? sign. The ah pek on the phone, busy talking to the fella on the next line, also don't bother to speak to me and gave me the 5-fingers sign. I took out a $5 note and gave it to him and walked away.
Na bei, $5!? Damn expensive man. This will be the last time I'm entering this shop.
Ah peh who smokes: Oei, oei!
I turned around.
Ah peh on the phone: Boy ah, lai lai!
What you one? Not enough?
Ah peh who smokes: Hahahah.....
Ah peh on the phone: 50c only. You got 50c not?
He returned me the $5 note.
Ah peh who smokes: That's 10 times more leh! Hahahah.....
***********
I don't mind them laughing at me.
Feel good that people are honest to me.
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The Big 5
Favourite sportswoman. Maria Sharapova.
Her talent and passion for the sport attracts me. Not to mention she is beautiful.
Favourite sportsman. Eric Cantona. His charisma on field and his commitment to Manchester United makes him the role model for me to follow.
Favourite artiste. Non other than Sun Yanzi!
Hmmm.... if I can met someone like her....
Favourite fighter. Wooaah!!!
Bruce Lee with his attitude. Delicious.
Favourite job.
That remains as elusive and hard as ever.
Let's work towards our dreams.
Her talent and passion for the sport attracts me. Not to mention she is beautiful.
Favourite sportsman. Eric Cantona. His charisma on field and his commitment to Manchester United makes him the role model for me to follow.
Favourite artiste. Non other than Sun Yanzi!
Hmmm.... if I can met someone like her....
Favourite fighter. Wooaah!!!
Bruce Lee with his attitude. Delicious.
Favourite job.
That remains as elusive and hard as ever.
Let's work towards our dreams.
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Tripped By Thin Air
Didn't know my "will be back soon" is the next day.
Don't feel like turning on my computer again after I offed it.
That sums up my wretched Sunday.
Caught a bit of action of the tennis tournament on tv. I thought Roddick is cute with his white cap.
That's beside the point.
My point is I had a disgusted weekend. I would never want to experience it again. It's Monday today, so no point fretting over the past. I had a whole new week in front of me.
Forward soldier!
Today's morning was quite beautiful.
Don't feel like turning on my computer again after I offed it.
That sums up my wretched Sunday.
Caught a bit of action of the tennis tournament on tv. I thought Roddick is cute with his white cap.
That's beside the point.
My point is I had a disgusted weekend. I would never want to experience it again. It's Monday today, so no point fretting over the past. I had a whole new week in front of me.
Forward soldier!
Today's morning was quite beautiful.
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Sunday, July 03, 2005
Artificial Intelligence
Took some of my time to plonk myself in front of the tv to watch A.I., instead of wasting my time by indulging in MSN.
In my opinion, MSN sucks. I hate conversing in MSN. Now I vow to limit my MSN time to just 1/2 hour per day.
Anyway, the movie A.I was very thought provoking. Not pleased with the ending though. So what happen to David? Who were those weird looking aliens?
How much love do humans need? When one loves, does he expected to be loved too? These questions are so brain-cell-damaging that I stopped thinking about them.
The more I think, the more sad I become.
Another sad part about the ending is that humans have.... extinct. *gasp* What was left was just the robot, David. And his teddy bear. A talking one too, leh.
And his memories.
The aliens tried to re-construct his mother, which was a human, to make him happy, but failed. That was because they lacked something like physical bones or what.
Imagine your loved ones died.
Aliens took over!!!
NOOO!!!!
The Discovery Channel is now showing Alien Planet. Though fiction, but looks quite cool too. What disappoints me is that the aliens look like dinosaurs, not those highly intelligent ones like those from A.I.
Ok.. need a break now.
As I said, these thoughts are so brain-cell-damaging.
The movie makes me imagine lots of things.
Will be back soon.
In my opinion, MSN sucks. I hate conversing in MSN. Now I vow to limit my MSN time to just 1/2 hour per day.
Anyway, the movie A.I was very thought provoking. Not pleased with the ending though. So what happen to David? Who were those weird looking aliens?
How much love do humans need? When one loves, does he expected to be loved too? These questions are so brain-cell-damaging that I stopped thinking about them.
The more I think, the more sad I become.
Another sad part about the ending is that humans have.... extinct. *gasp* What was left was just the robot, David. And his teddy bear. A talking one too, leh.
And his memories.
The aliens tried to re-construct his mother, which was a human, to make him happy, but failed. That was because they lacked something like physical bones or what.
Imagine your loved ones died.
Aliens took over!!!
NOOO!!!!
The Discovery Channel is now showing Alien Planet. Though fiction, but looks quite cool too. What disappoints me is that the aliens look like dinosaurs, not those highly intelligent ones like those from A.I.
Ok.. need a break now.
As I said, these thoughts are so brain-cell-damaging.
The movie makes me imagine lots of things.
Will be back soon.
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Colourful Characters
Found a website that had the Bible characters acted out by LEGO figurines.
So cute.
Visit for fun ok.
It is not supposed to substitute the real Bible.
Go to: http://www.thebricktestament.com/
And if you off the Bible, don't bother to go and look. I don't want to hear any whether-the-Bible-is-real or whether-Jesus-is-God thing 'cos I'm temperory sick of all these discussions.
Happy reading though.
So cute.
Visit for fun ok.
It is not supposed to substitute the real Bible.
Go to: http://www.thebricktestament.com/
And if you off the Bible, don't bother to go and look. I don't want to hear any whether-the-Bible-is-real or whether-Jesus-is-God thing 'cos I'm temperory sick of all these discussions.
Happy reading though.
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Saturday, July 02, 2005
Not Quite What It Seems
Today in the Straits Times there were a couple of letters dealing with malingering, which has become a hot topic recently because there was one case where a corporal died because he was not properly cared for by his army doctor who allegedly thought he was malingering. Also, 3 army personnel have died suddenly after exercise. Were they really fit for action, or did they perhaps not dare to report sick??
When I read the two letters, my mind went bravo! because I thought these 2 people are very brave, especially if they have not ROD-ed yet. They seemed to be standing up for the genuinely sick soldier who is often suspected of malingering. I had issues with reporting sick too. In my NS years I think I had 3 or 4 days Attend C status, which is nothing to brag about lah. Once, my company even had this policy- everybody is free to report sick, but if you come back without any status at all, you have to sign 1 extra. So there was a lot of stress when a person is sick because he might not dare to actually report sick for fear that his ailment is not severe enough. So how? Suffer in silence lor.
I remember once I had this fever which was rather high. So I reported sick. But turns out my MO is out of camp, so I had to be transported to another camp to see their MO there. Initially my temperature was over 38 degrees, but I realised to my horror that I could feel my fever begin to subside by the time I reached the other camp! So I was getting worried.. Thankfully I managed to get Att C haha. But there's the situation- it's stressful falling sick in the army. When we are already not feeling well, we can certainly do without this added pressure. So... bravo and kudos to the two... or is it?
THE FIRST LETTER
ST Forum: Mindef should relook rules on reporting sick
THE recent incidents of SAF soldiers dying in camp reminded me of my last reservist in-camp training last November.
I was having a high fever so I went to a GP and was given two days' medical leave. I did not book in but I called my unit - I also called my camp-mate to ask him to inform the officer in charge - only to be told that I had to go back to camp and have my MC endorsed.
I explained to the duty clerk that I was having a high fever and asked him if it was possible for him to call the clinic to check or have someone come by my house.
However, I was told that I had to have my MC endorsed by the camp doctor or I would be put on charge.
I took a cab to the Sungei Gudong Camp from my Toa Payoh home. The medic took my temperature and sent me to the medical centre right away. I was running a fever of 38.9 deg C and the doctor sent me home to rest. I was on MC for that week because my temperature just would not go down.
I hope Mindef will do something about the rules on reporting sick.
Sometimes people force themselves to do things even when they are sick because they don't want to be called 'chao keng' (a Hokkien phrase meaning 'to pretend').
Ong Kian Seng
THE SECOND LETTER
Rather well written, and makes sense. Until I found out more from a forum thread.
Source here
Apparently someone in the forum knows the person who wrote the second letter. And it turns out this letter writer is not exactly a garang soldier...
Extract from forum post:
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never was i ever so eloquent and forth coming in generating a reply to mr kwok's article...
Hi Mr Kwok, how`ve you been? Less eccentric and getting better at your Chinese chess I hope? I know you love to PCC. Very surprised, and impressed at the command of language you exhibited in a very nice and slick post in the Straits Times today, and indeed its definitely a good chance to spite those poor Medical Officers whom had attended to you during your BMT days. I would definitely appreciate if you did correct your forum article a little, amending the “witnessed” and “heard” to what you have experienced. That would definitely be a more accurate representation especially when you are dealing with general public. How much had you seen in 5 months of service before disruption?
Well Mr Kwok, do you remember me from Bravo Company, Section 2? Weren`t you Bravo Company Section 1 bed 2 back then? Or if your memory continues to fail you, how about remembering me your classmate from 01S03J back in RJ? Or have you been severely overly obsessed with mugging and mugging*squared that you don`t really notice your surroundings?
Definitely when 49 of our 50-strength platoon nearly died of laughter when they saw your forum article today. I nearly wanted to jump out of the window. Its incredibly funny when the kettle calls the pot black, or maybe the pot calls the kettle black. Erms. Either way you get the drift, whichever `s blacker in the first place.
Lets have some background information shan`t we? Bravo Platoon 3 enlisted on 20th January 2003, commanded by PC 2LT Alan, PS 3SG Lee Xian Yi, who was incidentally Mr KKM`s Section Commander as a secondary appointment. In Bravo 3, your reputation as it still stands was the company`s ultimate Chao Keng. Why was that so? Incidentally, I believed Bravo company was hosting as scholar batch, and the MOs were kind enough to shower lots of Attn B status on you. I think the number of days of you being off status can be counted with my fingers. OC Capt Faiz didn`t know what to do with you. He did not want to OOC (out of course) you because of a strong company history of minimal out-of-course trainees. He was kind enough to push you to pass the course.
You did not even go for field camp, on status. When you whined that the field pack was too heavy, PS 3SG Lee was kind enough to carry it for you through out, and carried it for you even when you sat on the tonner to the field camp site. Hey, and did you complain of not being able to go out field, EVEN in a tonner and claimed you had rashes which were just a couple of mosquito bites? We laughed it all despite the misery of being soggy and wet during the field camp days whilst you were perfectly dry.
PS Lee said you weren`t weak nor soft. Your 2.4 timing`s pretty good at under 10 minutes. You could do 8-10 pull ups. And we were all amazed by the countless excuses you had, medical appointments, and the number of times you reported sick. Well we weren`t that mean to give a strong majority agreement that you were chao-geng because we couldn`t really understand you either during the earlier days. Being eccentric for 6 years of Rafflesian education. No offence but some friends thought your oestrogen levels were much higher than your testosterone levels. Why were we so sure that you are a malingerer in the end? And why did we start singing those taunting chao-geng songs just to spite you?
3 months of area cleaning. YOU DID NOTHING. YOU NEVER did picked up a cloth nor a broom to help with the bunk cleaning. Neither did you clean your own bedframe, and personal area too. Everyone could clearly remember during area cleaning you were the only guy who walks up and down the corridor drinking water endlessly. Stepping into the toilet to REFILL your water especially when those poor toilet cleaners have already cleaned the floor.
You left black shoe marks on the clean toilet floor. You dirtied the corridor with wet shoes. You never did clean your cupboard. You never did arrange your shoes below your bed. You exhibited no care nor concern about the other 49 of us, only being in your own self-centred universe. When had you help people fill their water bottles? When had you shared food with your bunk mates?
During confinement period, you complained of hunger, my friend shared his precious Oreos with you. Little did my friend know that you had food too. You didn`t want to eat yours, and instead take other people`s share, cleverly hoarding your own stash. That happened many times through out the course. When called for fatigue duties, excuses were endless from you. Head pain? Back Pain? Neck Pain? Joint pain? Knee Pain? What else is painful for you?
In a one for all, all for one concept in the platoon, how many times have we been punished because of you? It still makes my blood boil till today the irresponsibility, indifference, and unprofessional way you conducted yourself. You are a pure selfish malingerer. Stop protecting your own kind by writing fabricated articles to the ST forums.
Do you know why SAF doctors are so apprehensive about giving status to NS soldiers? Because its so damn hard to differentiate who`s really sick and who`s really malingering by their realistic acting.
If people like you did not malinger in the first place, and if the SAF had lesser malingerers, the doctors would definitely be more professional in their judgements. I had seen a SAF MO being charged, and fined, under the SAF Act, Chpt 295, “Prejudice to good behaviour of an SAF soldier” because he dished out too many ATTN C (MCs for soldier to go back home to rest). Dr F** J***s**, I respect you for your willingness to trust soldiers, yet they failed you because of several pretentious personnels that got you into trouble.
SAF MOs can only afford to do a preliminary medical examination, and pass a quick judgment due to the large populations of report-sicks daily. What else can they do? After all many are inexperienced housemans which you are going to be in 2 years time. Do not question the integrity of the doctors. Question your own first.
In your self centred days, during JC, you were the only guy who selfishly hoarded his/her own notes, often wanting a share of other`s. Lecture theatres were small, chairs had to be put on the stairs to accommodate the large triple science cohort, you rushed in every lecture just to grab a center seat for yourself on a proper LT seat. You were always solitary, non amiable, and non-approachable, never contributing during class, much as many cliques wanted to understand you better. I am definitely amazed by the lack of selflessness and professionalism, and I wonder how did NUS select and interview you into their medical course, a career where one has to be impartial, professional and definitely selfless, willing to contribute to society. Maybe the NUS interview boards weren`t accurate enough? 1 round of interview from lecturers, and the other round from senior nurses/students, failed to judge you accurately. I believe having your 4As and 2 Distinctions in S-Papers probably did grant you a PSC Psychological interview. I would be very interested, and everyone else too, in the results of that psychological interview.
Well in the mean time, thanks for the joke in the ST forums today, we really had a good laugh.
(UNQUOTE)
Hmm... *cocks one eyebrow* A lot of dirt being dished out there, but if it's true it certainly makes things more interesting. It's like a fighter standing up for people who are being bullied, but the people later realise that the fighter himself is not entirely noble... and the fighter may have his own agenda.
How?
When I read the two letters, my mind went bravo! because I thought these 2 people are very brave, especially if they have not ROD-ed yet. They seemed to be standing up for the genuinely sick soldier who is often suspected of malingering. I had issues with reporting sick too. In my NS years I think I had 3 or 4 days Attend C status, which is nothing to brag about lah. Once, my company even had this policy- everybody is free to report sick, but if you come back without any status at all, you have to sign 1 extra. So there was a lot of stress when a person is sick because he might not dare to actually report sick for fear that his ailment is not severe enough. So how? Suffer in silence lor.
I remember once I had this fever which was rather high. So I reported sick. But turns out my MO is out of camp, so I had to be transported to another camp to see their MO there. Initially my temperature was over 38 degrees, but I realised to my horror that I could feel my fever begin to subside by the time I reached the other camp! So I was getting worried.. Thankfully I managed to get Att C haha. But there's the situation- it's stressful falling sick in the army. When we are already not feeling well, we can certainly do without this added pressure. So... bravo and kudos to the two... or is it?
THE FIRST LETTER
ST Forum: Mindef should relook rules on reporting sick
THE recent incidents of SAF soldiers dying in camp reminded me of my last reservist in-camp training last November.
I was having a high fever so I went to a GP and was given two days' medical leave. I did not book in but I called my unit - I also called my camp-mate to ask him to inform the officer in charge - only to be told that I had to go back to camp and have my MC endorsed.
I explained to the duty clerk that I was having a high fever and asked him if it was possible for him to call the clinic to check or have someone come by my house.
However, I was told that I had to have my MC endorsed by the camp doctor or I would be put on charge.
I took a cab to the Sungei Gudong Camp from my Toa Payoh home. The medic took my temperature and sent me to the medical centre right away. I was running a fever of 38.9 deg C and the doctor sent me home to rest. I was on MC for that week because my temperature just would not go down.
I hope Mindef will do something about the rules on reporting sick.
Sometimes people force themselves to do things even when they are sick because they don't want to be called 'chao keng' (a Hokkien phrase meaning 'to pretend').
Ong Kian Seng
THE SECOND LETTER
Rather well written, and makes sense. Until I found out more from a forum thread.
Source here
Apparently someone in the forum knows the person who wrote the second letter. And it turns out this letter writer is not exactly a garang soldier...
Extract from forum post:
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never was i ever so eloquent and forth coming in generating a reply to mr kwok's article...
Hi Mr Kwok, how`ve you been? Less eccentric and getting better at your Chinese chess I hope? I know you love to PCC. Very surprised, and impressed at the command of language you exhibited in a very nice and slick post in the Straits Times today, and indeed its definitely a good chance to spite those poor Medical Officers whom had attended to you during your BMT days. I would definitely appreciate if you did correct your forum article a little, amending the “witnessed” and “heard” to what you have experienced. That would definitely be a more accurate representation especially when you are dealing with general public. How much had you seen in 5 months of service before disruption?
Well Mr Kwok, do you remember me from Bravo Company, Section 2? Weren`t you Bravo Company Section 1 bed 2 back then? Or if your memory continues to fail you, how about remembering me your classmate from 01S03J back in RJ? Or have you been severely overly obsessed with mugging and mugging*squared that you don`t really notice your surroundings?
Definitely when 49 of our 50-strength platoon nearly died of laughter when they saw your forum article today. I nearly wanted to jump out of the window. Its incredibly funny when the kettle calls the pot black, or maybe the pot calls the kettle black. Erms. Either way you get the drift, whichever `s blacker in the first place.
Lets have some background information shan`t we? Bravo Platoon 3 enlisted on 20th January 2003, commanded by PC 2LT Alan, PS 3SG Lee Xian Yi, who was incidentally Mr KKM`s Section Commander as a secondary appointment. In Bravo 3, your reputation as it still stands was the company`s ultimate Chao Keng. Why was that so? Incidentally, I believed Bravo company was hosting as scholar batch, and the MOs were kind enough to shower lots of Attn B status on you. I think the number of days of you being off status can be counted with my fingers. OC Capt Faiz didn`t know what to do with you. He did not want to OOC (out of course) you because of a strong company history of minimal out-of-course trainees. He was kind enough to push you to pass the course.
You did not even go for field camp, on status. When you whined that the field pack was too heavy, PS 3SG Lee was kind enough to carry it for you through out, and carried it for you even when you sat on the tonner to the field camp site. Hey, and did you complain of not being able to go out field, EVEN in a tonner and claimed you had rashes which were just a couple of mosquito bites? We laughed it all despite the misery of being soggy and wet during the field camp days whilst you were perfectly dry.
PS Lee said you weren`t weak nor soft. Your 2.4 timing`s pretty good at under 10 minutes. You could do 8-10 pull ups. And we were all amazed by the countless excuses you had, medical appointments, and the number of times you reported sick. Well we weren`t that mean to give a strong majority agreement that you were chao-geng because we couldn`t really understand you either during the earlier days. Being eccentric for 6 years of Rafflesian education. No offence but some friends thought your oestrogen levels were much higher than your testosterone levels. Why were we so sure that you are a malingerer in the end? And why did we start singing those taunting chao-geng songs just to spite you?
3 months of area cleaning. YOU DID NOTHING. YOU NEVER did picked up a cloth nor a broom to help with the bunk cleaning. Neither did you clean your own bedframe, and personal area too. Everyone could clearly remember during area cleaning you were the only guy who walks up and down the corridor drinking water endlessly. Stepping into the toilet to REFILL your water especially when those poor toilet cleaners have already cleaned the floor.
You left black shoe marks on the clean toilet floor. You dirtied the corridor with wet shoes. You never did clean your cupboard. You never did arrange your shoes below your bed. You exhibited no care nor concern about the other 49 of us, only being in your own self-centred universe. When had you help people fill their water bottles? When had you shared food with your bunk mates?
During confinement period, you complained of hunger, my friend shared his precious Oreos with you. Little did my friend know that you had food too. You didn`t want to eat yours, and instead take other people`s share, cleverly hoarding your own stash. That happened many times through out the course. When called for fatigue duties, excuses were endless from you. Head pain? Back Pain? Neck Pain? Joint pain? Knee Pain? What else is painful for you?
In a one for all, all for one concept in the platoon, how many times have we been punished because of you? It still makes my blood boil till today the irresponsibility, indifference, and unprofessional way you conducted yourself. You are a pure selfish malingerer. Stop protecting your own kind by writing fabricated articles to the ST forums.
Do you know why SAF doctors are so apprehensive about giving status to NS soldiers? Because its so damn hard to differentiate who`s really sick and who`s really malingering by their realistic acting.
If people like you did not malinger in the first place, and if the SAF had lesser malingerers, the doctors would definitely be more professional in their judgements. I had seen a SAF MO being charged, and fined, under the SAF Act, Chpt 295, “Prejudice to good behaviour of an SAF soldier” because he dished out too many ATTN C (MCs for soldier to go back home to rest). Dr F** J***s**, I respect you for your willingness to trust soldiers, yet they failed you because of several pretentious personnels that got you into trouble.
SAF MOs can only afford to do a preliminary medical examination, and pass a quick judgment due to the large populations of report-sicks daily. What else can they do? After all many are inexperienced housemans which you are going to be in 2 years time. Do not question the integrity of the doctors. Question your own first.
In your self centred days, during JC, you were the only guy who selfishly hoarded his/her own notes, often wanting a share of other`s. Lecture theatres were small, chairs had to be put on the stairs to accommodate the large triple science cohort, you rushed in every lecture just to grab a center seat for yourself on a proper LT seat. You were always solitary, non amiable, and non-approachable, never contributing during class, much as many cliques wanted to understand you better. I am definitely amazed by the lack of selflessness and professionalism, and I wonder how did NUS select and interview you into their medical course, a career where one has to be impartial, professional and definitely selfless, willing to contribute to society. Maybe the NUS interview boards weren`t accurate enough? 1 round of interview from lecturers, and the other round from senior nurses/students, failed to judge you accurately. I believe having your 4As and 2 Distinctions in S-Papers probably did grant you a PSC Psychological interview. I would be very interested, and everyone else too, in the results of that psychological interview.
Well in the mean time, thanks for the joke in the ST forums today, we really had a good laugh.
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Hmm... *cocks one eyebrow* A lot of dirt being dished out there, but if it's true it certainly makes things more interesting. It's like a fighter standing up for people who are being bullied, but the people later realise that the fighter himself is not entirely noble... and the fighter may have his own agenda.
How?
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Friday, July 01, 2005
Days Of Days
This was one of my outfield days.
F-16s thundered above our heads.
2 Super-Puma helicopters hovering at the horizon.
A Bionix tank rumbled past.
A section of armoured infantry guys doing their battle course in front of us.
And we were eating fresh rations from the cookhouse behind the bushes.
A Bionix charging up a slope.
***********
The night was the worst.
I was left to fend for myself from a battalion of mosquitos with just a coil of mosquito coil.
Listening to the musical from a band of unknown insects, I slowly drifted to sleep.
This is a good experience.
***********
This in-camp training concluded that we (the soldiers) are still made to "rush to wait, wait to rush."
No cheer for their efficieny.
3 cheers for the scouts.
Hip hip, Horray!
Hip hip, Horray!
Hip hip, Horray!
Band of Brothers will live on.
F-16s thundered above our heads.
2 Super-Puma helicopters hovering at the horizon.
A Bionix tank rumbled past.
A section of armoured infantry guys doing their battle course in front of us.
And we were eating fresh rations from the cookhouse behind the bushes.
A Bionix charging up a slope.
***********
The night was the worst.
I was left to fend for myself from a battalion of mosquitos with just a coil of mosquito coil.
Listening to the musical from a band of unknown insects, I slowly drifted to sleep.
This is a good experience.
***********
This in-camp training concluded that we (the soldiers) are still made to "rush to wait, wait to rush."
No cheer for their efficieny.
3 cheers for the scouts.
Hip hip, Horray!
Hip hip, Horray!
Hip hip, Horray!
Band of Brothers will live on.
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Horror Story
After I book out from camp, I took some out-dated newspapers to read.
Horror Ride- Passenger says cabby speeding and swerving before death crash.
"When she looked back, she saw a motorcyclist, who had been trailing her cab since they turned into Lentor Avenue from Yishun avenue 1, flying through the air.
Then, she said, she saw the cabby grinning."- The Straits Times, June 29
The cab driver did not stop to help the motorcyclist and fled the scene. He was accused by others that he had swerved dangerously into the motorcyclist's lane.
What a horror story.
Why can't there be more safety drivers like me?
I had seen and experienced many drivers, whom I think were on suicide missions, terrorising the roads of Singapore.
I really hope they can be catergorise as terrorists.
Don't let me met one.
Or I will send my 200 pounds OGK helmet flying to your pathetic balls and crush them like peanuts.
To the motorcyclist.......
Horror Ride- Passenger says cabby speeding and swerving before death crash.
"When she looked back, she saw a motorcyclist, who had been trailing her cab since they turned into Lentor Avenue from Yishun avenue 1, flying through the air.
Then, she said, she saw the cabby grinning."- The Straits Times, June 29
The cab driver did not stop to help the motorcyclist and fled the scene. He was accused by others that he had swerved dangerously into the motorcyclist's lane.
What a horror story.
Why can't there be more safety drivers like me?
I had seen and experienced many drivers, whom I think were on suicide missions, terrorising the roads of Singapore.
I really hope they can be catergorise as terrorists.
Don't let me met one.
Or I will send my 200 pounds OGK helmet flying to your pathetic balls and crush them like peanuts.
To the motorcyclist.......
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