30 June 2009

Don't Forget The Lyrics Quiz

Quite excited to know that my Don't Forget The Lyrics quiz on Facebook has attracted more than 9,000 persons to take since I first created it 15 days ago.

Click here to play!

28 June 2009

Windows Vista Basic

Windows Vista Basic is so bad that simply playing Restaurant City on Facebook and listening to music on my iTunes at the same time hangs my computer.

26 June 2009

Back to NDP

The day before, I was no longer involved in NDP'09.

Today, because two of my platoon mates decided that the rest of us should be involved in NDP'09 and decided that we should take over their role initially assigned to them, I am now back in NDP'09.

Because of that, I will lose $110 per week until National Day.

Because they are being selfish and irresponsible. Because they think it is only fair for them to push their responsibilities to others.

23 June 2009

Anonymity

You know how frustrating it can be to see unidentified persons leaving messages on your tagboard, and you have no way to to find out who they are or to track their whereabouts.

All you can do is to put a gypsy curse on them. Like Drag Me To Hell.

Foreword to Combined Rehearsal 1 @ Floating Platform

I was > < this close to losing this incredible job of getting away from the squadron.

Because I didn't have a proper pass to enter the premises.

So, I approached Captain C for help since he's the one in charge of making and issuing passes for all helpers in NDP'09.

"Tomorrow morning come and find me. Bring along a passport-sized photo. Oh by the way, I have a meeting at 9am., so come earlier than that," replied Captain C. I agreed, albeit unwillingly as the folowing day was my off-day. But nevertheless, I agreed, knowing that if I don't, these big-shots will create more trouble for me.

So when I reached squadron the next day with my passport-sized photo at 8am sharp, captain C was nowhere to be found. So I waited, and waited and waited. His allocated parking lot was still empty. "I thought he got NDP today?" 3SG Lek replied when I enquired about Captain C's whereabouts.

"But he told he has a meeting today at 9.." I recalled.

In the end, I left after fruitlessly waiting like a fool for one hour.

That's how officers treat their men.

20 June 2009

Combined Rehearsal 1 @ Floating Platform

I dreaded my involvement in NDP'09 initially. Then, it was all about burning your precious weekends on military-related activity. I could have given tuition, I could have went out on a movie date, I could have went to sing K with my friends.

Now, it seems that my role in NDP'09 is probably the best job ever. No physical labour involved (Okay, perhaps a little, considering the fact that I had to run up and down the steps on the grandstand to record the rehearsal using two different video-cams set up at two different locations. ), no need to endure sarcastic comments from a sergeant major, nothing that involves much planning and coordination (though sometimes I have to take note of the timings for several concurrent events), no higher-ranking personnel beside me to nag/supervise/keep an eye on me. Plus, I get an exclusive sneak preview of the show.

And this role provides me a temporary getaway from the strained platoon and a much-welcomed relief from the unwelcomed platoon commander and his antics.

I am loving it.

19 June 2009

Chemistry Test

I actually derived some sort of pleasure from setting questions for a Chemistry test.

So much in researching on the topics. So much effort in ensuring that there is no grammatical errors. So much effort in ensuring that the answers to the questions are chemically correct. So much effort in making sure that the questions are not ambiguous. So much effort in ensuring that the pages are not crumpled. So much effort in aligning the questions neatly and ensuring that the relevant parts and printed on the same page.

18 June 2009

白事

那晚肚子饿,出门买宵夜,经过了一场在组屋楼下举行的一场丧事。

这场丧事是为谁而办,我就不晓得了。只知道丧事办得热热闹闹的,很多人出席。亲朋戚友,围着的木制圆桌,坐在红色的塑胶椅子上(桌椅都是跟租借公司弄来的),啃着花生瓜子,谈天说地闲聊八卦是非,一片其乐融融的景象。

儿童的活动花样就多些。互相赛跑、捉迷藏、躲避球,勾起了不少我童年时的回忆。

孩童的世界和成人的世界在这场丧事非常相似,都是愉悦的,有说有笑,颠覆了印象中的典型丧事,应该有的哀伤忧愁和痛哭流涕在这场丧事中完全不存在。

话又说回来,在我见过的丧事中,有不少的气氛宛如喜事一样。

曾经听过一位长者这么说过:“一家人只有在红事白事时,才会真正地团圆。”

很讽刺,但也一针见血地道出了现代家庭的可悲心态 -- 一种事不关己,高高挂起的冷漠心态。

表亲若没有必要,大家通常是不会主动和彼此约会见面。一年当中大概只有大年初一、 初二才会碰面,送送桔子,派派红包。再者,就是当有人要结婚,摆桌请客时,大家才会出现。

要不然,就像我眼前的这一幕一样,当长辈与世长辞时,亲戚才会聚在一块,送长辈走完最后的一程。

躺在棺材里的那一位若见了这一幕,不晓得会为这场完美的团圆而感到欣慰感动,或是会为他们团圆的时机而感到心寒失望。

亲情和私心仿佛分别成了家庭版的钟无艳和夏宁春,像话吗?

出殡后,死掉的走黄泉路,活着的也又各走各的。司空见惯了。

要见面?等过年吧。或者等谁出嫁娶妻,等谁双眼紧闭双腿伸直。

12 June 2009

Officers VS. Men

I'm not sure if servicemen from other units feel the same way, but at least in my unit, it seems that the officers always think that the men are always trying to find ways to slack, while the men always think that the officers will only throw the physical work to them while they themselves sit inside their air-conditioned office and slack.

Had a chat with Jia Wei, who is a commisioned officer, that night regarding this issue. Does he really think that men are always trying to slack? Yes and no, he claims. Yes, because he has seen many cases of men who tried to "chao keng" (malinger). No, because he understands and their mentality and doesn't blame them for that.

"They'll do only the bare minimum. After all, they are only NSFs being paid a measly amount of allowance a month. They don't see a need for them to work extra hard."


Is such mentality justifiable? National Service is supposed to instill a sense of loyalty and belonging to the coutry, but ironically and truthfully speaking, most of us don't feel that way. Many of us try so hard to acquire a downgrade in their PES status so that they need not serve their National Service in a physically-demanding vocation, or to evade coming back in future for in-camp training. Many of us bear so many grudges against the relevant authorities for making us "waste two years of our time". Many of us just want to "serve and fuck off", equating National Service to a debt that we incurred to Singapore the moment we are born in this country.

The fact is, no one is willing to serve National Service.

We certainly did not choose to go through National Service, and neither is there any form of attractive monetary incentives to motivate us. We are merely men. We take instructions. We have no say in a lot of things. We have no honour. We are treated like dogs because our supreriors only know how to push work to us. So why should we be obliged to put in our best?

That's our mentality.

Now, if we examine how the officers feel. They go through 9 months of course at Officer Cadet School (OCS). 3 weeks of confinement at the start, followed by unknown amounts of surprise SOL, confinements and burnt weekends from various training activities, weekly outfields, monstrous physical trainings, jungle survival, navigation courses in terrains where comfort seems like an urban myth, erratic bookout timings.

9 months of that. It's probably like the male equivalent to pregnancy.

So when they get comissioned, it's time to compensate them. They get to stay out if they want to, they have their own messing lounge, they are well-paid (comparatively speaking to NSF men), they get their own office cubicle, they get respect (even 50 year-old Warrant Offciers have to address them as "Sir").

So they also get to order people around, delegate jobs, issue out instructions which people must follow lest they get charged with insubordination.

And no longer are they needed to perform physical labour in their new unit after commissioning. They got men to do it, so their new task is to supervise.

And that's where my bone of contention arises. Should the officers lead by example and help his men, or should he be compensated for all the "sufferings" he had been through?

I brought up this issue to my platoon commander before. He argued that (and so do my platoon sergeants) different-ranked soldiers have got different job scopes. The officers have got a lot of admin and logistics issues to worry about. There are a lot of behind-the-scenes action going on, especially during an exercise. So while he's preparing all this stuff, we are responsible to do the physical work. Or rather, while we are doing our work, he has no time to come and help us.

The next day when we are preparing to move out for our exercise, we saw him having his breakfast and smoking with the other regulars at the Officers' Mess.

That's besides the point. Now, if we agree on the point that officers deserve their post-commissioning "entitlement" to compensate for their hardwork, must we therefore accept the fact that men should continue to do all these physical work (sometimes more affectionately known as "sai gang", literally shit job) and even accept the fact that their officers are not obliged to help them because the men themselves did not go through any form of trainings tougher than what the officers had went through, and so this is a form of compensation?

Perhaps that's why the officers are thinking when they arrow "sai gang" to his men. They did not go through tougher training than me, so it's only fair for them to do these work, the offciers may think.

And when men resents doing these "sai gang", the officers view it as another attempt to slack off. Maybe the officer himself is truly a "garang soldier", perhaps he's just feeling unfair that how some NSFs can get away so easily without doing much in National Service.

Whatever that is, there's a rift between the officers and the men, which I think is worth exploring for both the Singapore Armed Forces (SAF) and the academic. SAF can look into how to build a stronger working relationship and foster a stronger bond between the officers and his men, which is vital if we want our forces to have a high morale.

The academics can look at how people behave and respond when they are given different positions of power, probably through the perspectives of psychology and sociology.

For me, it's only six more months before I can stop doing all these "sai gang".

11 June 2009

Tuition

I love my job. I make lots of money. But the big bucks come at the expense of my personal time. I want to earn more money so that I can have a higher spending power, but the fact is, I actually have less time to spend those money that I've earned.

I've got CDs to buy. I've go clothes to buy. I want to club. I have yet to watch X-Men: Wolverine, Terminator 4 and Angels and Demon. I want to go sing karaoke.

Ironically, I've got no time.

Every outing that I plan or intend to attend involves the tedious process of reallocating my lessons to another time slot. Immense coordination with up to 3 parties are required. The mere thought of it is enough to dissuade me from having too many personal activities.

As of now, all my Sundays are devoted to work. And I foresee that such schedule will carry on into my uni days, or even until after my uni days.

It's all for the cash.

Am I happy, you may ask. I've got no time for shopping and movies and clubbing, but the trade-off is that I derive satisfaction from clearing the doubts that my students have on the subject. Had I have more time for myself, the opportunity cost would be that I cannot help others and yet obtain tht sense of achievement at the same time.

Tuition-giving is more than just making money. It's a derivative of community service. You are educating the younger generation, you are spreading your knowledge, you nuture people academically. Except that you are paid.