Hallo ihr alle da draussend...Today we've all finally returned downstairs back to 24 SA...it's been bloody long enough i suppose...finally back there! I've been posted there to TA (Target Acquisition) battery...dealing with weapon-locating radars which are supposed to track artillery fire and give you a grid which is supposedly accurate enough for you to phone your dear gun batteries to call down death and destruction upon the enemy. Well. It doesn't work all the time, what's more, the radars are prone to jamming and even anti-radiation (!) missiles....Talk about the sword-and-shield analogy...something used to describe an arms race...
And what's more, the radars are notorious for making men give birth to girls only...As most of you already probably know by now (unless you've been living in a well or maybe Alpha Centauri) that the sex of a baby is determined by the male...i myself can't imagine having lotsa little girls running amok at home...yet...
Anyway! A small correction to what i posted last...i'm not going for EX SHIELD...rather, it's EX SILL...it's still the AN/TPQ-37 deployment exercise...(etwas verkürzt aber)...We had some introductory lessons to the radar system today. And to think that the deployment exercise is bloody tomorrow! Oh dear...i do hope we're able to perform...and that that officer-is-everything shit doesn't go to our brains...If not...it'll not be psychosis anymore...rather...complacence...something which doesn't really have a place in any of us. Sigh...Just feeling a bit stressed. Happens before every deployment drill/exercise...
Anyway...here's something (it should be quite dated by now but hecks) which i came across which i feel quite strongly about...It's about this parent who wrote to the Straits Times about taupoking...because his son happens to be in 'a premier junior college in Bishan-Ang Mo Kio' (which everyone knows starts with an 'A-') and because he sees that his son takes part because of peer pressure so now he is asking for it to be looked into and maybe stopped, because it may cause injury...
Anyway, definitions first. Taupok (v.) the act of piling one person atop another...to create crushing power on the poor victim which is at the very bottom. Named after tau pok...beancurd...i think la. My dialect isn't very powderful...Firstly, i don't deny that it can cause injury. Anyway......
Let me give this concerned parent a little lesson...Whatever the year that we live in, things like this can, and will happen. And banning it won't stop it, rather make it that much more popular because of the plain fact that it is forbidden...(especially in a place which can be so repressive like Singapore...) kinda like why goods on the black market are so expensive, yet they sell like hot cakes. And well, i think it is a phase of growing up...and yes, see Power by Bertrand Russell...people do it because they want to feel powerful over others, people suffer from the herd mentality because they want to be seen as the one who exercises power, not victimised by it...
Being part of a premier institution doesn't mean that things will be looked into or that these things don't happen - what did you think then, such things only happen in low-grade institutions? Please do not be so discriminating. Discrimination in Singapore still happens sadly because of people who think like you...In fact, it is all the more likely to happen in premier institutions because people there want to assert their control over others. Yes - how cruel life is huh? It is not the uneducated savages which can be the cruelest but the educated élite...he who turns his nose at what others do will tend to be the most extreme and fanatical about this so-called 'cleansing.' Given an uglier name? Apartheid.
Lastly, please tell your son to have some backbone. If he did, he would have declined to do it anyway! At the risk of? Taupok? Kena pole? That's about it because people in Singapore luckily still have a sense of public decency which means no stripping in the prescence of the opposite sex. Well not to digress. He would have stood up and said NO rather than tell it to you and wait for you to take action, rather than doing what the herd does with a deep sense of loathing within. Feeling bad about it means nothing if you carry on doing it.
Bleah. That's what i think about this issue...I'll be writing about things which i feel i should be writing about which are in the newspapers from time to time...
Anyway...I was inspired to write this suddenly last night in camp...It was about a very magical week in June 2002 spent with 6 other very magical people...too bad that it's in German! Haahahahaha.
Wieviel ist uns hier schon passiert
Wieviel ist davon erzählt
Wieviel haben wir denn verraten
Trafen sich unsere Träumen mal hier...
Den Kanalen entlang laufend
Das will ich noch mal erleben
Die Sonne scheine und uns ist warm
Dieses Bild ist nun ein Traum...
Alles, was wir damals sahen
Alles, was man uns da sprach
Alles, was in Träumen geschehen
Was wir nicht vergessen darf...
All die endlos lange Nächte
Und die Sterne zum Greifen nah
Nebeneinander einschlafend
Bis um kurz nach acht...
Abends wenn ich bei dir sitze
Schauen wir zu, wie die Lichte verglühen
Eine einfache Melodie, zur Ewigkeit gesungen
Sind meine Gedenke nun jetzt zu albern?
Damals waren wir alle kleine Helden
Öffneten die Tür zu neuen Welten
Ob wir heute noch so gelten
Ob wir die Gedenken noch miteinander teilen?
posted by quatscherei @ 21:33
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