Thursday, January 26, 2006

Spot the Difference

24th February, I wrote this to the forum in Straits Times:

I refer to the recent article “PAP disappointed with Workers Party (WP)’s response” in which the ruling party criticized for a “superficial” response when it was accused of planting “time bombs” in its manifesto.

It is undeniable that racial harmony is of utmost importance in a plural society like that of Singapore. Nobody would want Singapore history especially in the perilous years of 1950s and 60s to repeat itself.

But these themes of “vulnerability” and the pressing need for “communitarian values” nevertheless have also been seen by critics as an insidious means to preserve the ongoing hegemony over this nation state.

However, my main point of contention is not with the contents of the WP’s manifesto or the ideologies that the government has conscientiously thought out. It is the act of various cabinet ministers calling on WP to rethink it stance which reveals both ethnocentrism and disrespect for its opponents.

I believe these policies whether they are aligned with the official government stand are not cursorily developed. To dismiss a 52-page manifesto with claims charging that it will destroy the key pillars of Singapore’s stability and success is oversimplifying convoluted social issues.

As quoted from our Prime Minister Lee “Singaporeans are not daft. They’re sensible..”, may both parties present their arguments to the public and allow the “sensible” Singaporean to judge for themselves. I will be looking forward to perusing the manifestos of both PAP and WP.

26th February, this appeared on the online ST forum. (NOT the newspaper itself. Grrr...)

Let political parties present their arguments and let S'poreans be the judge
I refer to the recent article 'PAP disappointed with Workers' Party's response' in which the ruling party criticised it for a 'superficial' response when the opposition party was accused of planting 'time bombs' in its manifesto.

It is undeniable that racial harmony is of utmost importance in a plural society like Singapore's. Nobody would want Singapore's history in the perilous years of the 1950s and 1960s to repeat itself.

But the PAP's themes of 'vulnerability' and the pressing need for 'communitarian values' have also been seen by its critics as an insidious means to preserve its political dominance.

However, my main point of contention is not with the contents of the WP's manifesto or the ideologies that the government has conscientiously thought out. It is the act of various cabinet ministers calling on the WP to rethink its stance that reveals both ethnocentrism and disrespect for its opponents.

I believe the WP policies, whether they are aligned with the official government stand, are not cursorily developed. To dismiss a 52-page manifesto with claims that it will destroy the key pillars of Singapore's stability and success is oversimplifying complex social issues.

As Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong said, 'Singaporeans are not daft. They're sensible.' May both parties present their arguments to the public and allow the 'sensible' Singaporeans to judge for themselves.

I will be looking forward to perusing the manifestoes of both the PAP and the WP.

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Calamitous Countdowns
(Part 3)

2005/2006
Venue: Ministry of Sound?

Description:
Oh yes, with much anticipation and brouhaha, the long awaited Ministry of Sound has finally arrived on this provincial island. Boasting of a 40,000 square feet structure, this will be the world’s biggest Ministry of Sound establishment. What better way than to usher in the New Year in this spanking new superclub?

And yes, I’ve been repeatedly warned opened about their notorious "Hello Kitty" queues. Being a true blue Singaporean, I was prepared for the worst. Or was I?

7.02PM: I arrived at Clarke Quay MRT Station.

7.10PM: Lost count of people in clubbing attire. *Panic Button Pressed*

7.15PM: "Why must Singaporeans always be late?!"

7.30 - 8.30PM: Everything was in a blur. It began with me suggesting to eat at Liang Court but somehow, we ended up in Funan Centre eating at a misleadingly named food court named "99" (As if every food will cost $0.99).

In a moment of disarray, someone brought us on a reluctant walk along Boat Quay only to find out that we were in the wrong direction! By the time we arrived at MOS, lethargy were found splattered across everyone’s face.

8.30++PM : Believe me, the first sight of MOS simply took my breath away. It wasn't the grandeur of the multistoried structure, but the immense number of human beings delineating it.

Making use of wireless technology (aka handphone) and my marvelous navigational skills, we manage to find my platoonmate, Aaron and his girlfriend, Cheryl waiting so patiently. Even though it was clear as day that there were enough people in front of them to occupy the National Stadium several times over.

Once again, thanks to my brilliant connections, we were able to locate another one of my platoonmate, Hong Kin who was queuing up much in front. Gratefully, we were a lot closer to the entrance as I observed the number of people in front of us was just sufficient to overwhelm the Indoor Stadium.

The wait began.

8.50PM: The first drop of perspiration materialized from some insidious sweat pore on my back.
8.50:01 PM: The second sweat droplet formed.
8.50:05 PM: The fifth droplet made its debut.
8.51PM: 500 people were known to have drowned from the incessant perspiration from a sole person - Channel News Asia

9.00PM: The doors of MoS were supposed to be opened!!!

9.30PM: Still standing on the same spot, I noticed nonsensical songs were playing behind my back. Turning around, I realized sadly that two of my khakis have lost their minds. Sigh...
Song being sung by the two idiots: Dragostea din Tei
9.31PM: Song being sung by the two idiots: Song that doesn't End
9.32PM: Song being sung by the two idiots: The Medic Song
9.33PM: Song being sung by the two idiots and me Dragostea din Tei. Arrggghhhh...

9.35PM: A stranger behind us asked about some encik in School of Military Medicine (where I squandered two years of my life). *Cringe* Talking about the medic connection. Agad...

10.00PM: The queue shuffled and everyone made one giant step forward. And the waiting game continued.

10.10PM: An uncouth idiot at the back shouted, "Got a lot of connections rite? Call your mother father come lah! *insert uninspiring hokkien expletives*"

10.15PM: The same bastard continued his choleric tirade. La la la...

11PM: YES! The entrance was finally within sight. We are now around the bend and everyone was fired up.

11.30PM: As the crowd scuffled sporadically towards the entrance, midnight seemed to creep even faster. The difficult decision to leave the queue was once again brought up. Even though no one wanted to celebrate the midnight in a querulous queue, some especially me were more reluctant to leave especially after engaging so long in Singapore’s favourite pastime.

11.45PM: Panic gripped as rumours of the capacity of the club has been reached spreads like fire.

11.50PM: I panicked.

11.55PM: Everyone panicked.

11.56PM: Just when you thought time was moving faster than the queue, it slowed down as if to relish every torturous moment. And just when you think time slowed down, the queue came to a complete standstill.

11.57PM: People outside the queue were throwing party packs containing light sticks and whistles into the queue... Nooooooooooo....

11.58PM: ARRGGHHHHH......

11.59PM: I died of heart attack. I wished.

12.00AM:

HAPPY

NEW

YEAR!!!

I muttered my first word for 2006, "Fuck".

After the malignant midnight passed, we waited for another half hour before making the wisest decision this year; that was to leave the queue. Aaron and his girlfriend left for home, while I with another 5 of my army buddies, Adrian, Alex, Melvin Lau, Royston and Zhikang made our way to Lau Pa Sat to celebrate a new year of folly and fiasco. Irritatingly, Chinese New Year songs were blasting there.

After the feast, we ambulated on the streets of Boat Quay and settled the rest of the night morning in a bar called Hoegaarden.

Downside:
@&#@(^23*@!!! Need you ask?!

Upside:
Hoegaarden was surprisingly “happening” although the diverse choice of songs was almost hilarious.

Fun Factor: -Infinity/10 (MoS) 6/10 (Hoegarden)

Alcohol Level: 7/10
Sex on the Beach
Kamikaze Shot
Frozen Mango Margarita

And the rest was a blur…

Calamitous Countdowns
(Part 2)

The sorrowful saga continues...

2003/2004
Venue:Siloso Beach, Sentosa

Description:
Organized by Mediacorp, there were live performances ranged from forgettable to insipidly repulsive to distract the audience before the highlight of the whole countdown, the foam party.

Downside:
After a couple of insignificant squirts of fireworks to mark the New Year, the arena was pretty soon packed with fervently enthusiastic people. Then down came an amassment of bubbles in a haphazard matrix of liquid film (aka foam) and the crowd went wild.

Unexpectedly, the foam machine stopped as if it has heaved its final breath. Minutes ticked by before it began to spluttering out more foam. Followed closely was another ill timed rest. Like hardened faeces stuck in an exceedingly stiffened rectum, the foam machine went on and off erratically despite the evident lack of foam in the arena.
We left shortly after.

Upside:
The sand was soft. It made good sandcastles.

Fun Factor: 4/10
Mediacorp + Foam Party without foam = Build Sandcastles (Not meant to make sense)

Alcohol Level: 3/10
A cup of watered-down beer and a bottle of alcoholic soda.


2004/2005
Venue: Angel @ Mohammad Sultan


Description:
This was initiated by me due to my newfound interest in trance music. Liquid Room was the club to be at for trance music except pure ignorance resulted me in missing out the fact that the age limit for guys there was 25 years old. Déjà vu. Before long, I was ambulating outside the stretch of notoriously "ah beng" clubs (eg. Tha Wu Bar, Rush, Madam Wong etc). We settled for Angel although it nowhere near heavenly inside.


Upside:
Kudos for the crazed crowd despite all the uncouth Hokkien terms being shouted in unison (to the beat of the music!), it was an eye opener.

Downside:
There is so much a human brain can tahan techno music. After two hours of um-zi um-zi “music”, I was positively sure that my interrigence dlopped. Jialak, almost ki siao.

Fun Factor: 6/10
It was fun while it lasted. (Yikes!)

Alcohol Level: 7/10
What did I dlink? How to lemember?!

Calamitous Countdowns
(Part 1)

count·down (kount'doun')

"The counting backward aloud from an arbitrary starting number to indicate the time remaining before an event or operation."


2001/2002
Venue: Leith Park (aka My House)

Description:
3 guys,
1 Dell computer,
1 lame game aka Little Fighter.


Downside:
Don’t even ask me how we ended up playing Little Fighter but the ludicrousness of the situation only struck me when the New Year silently crept by in the midst another mindless match. After which, we wished each other “Happy New Year” with enough zest to kill the living and wake the dead. A few moments of awkward silence past before my two other friends left the house (to catch the last bus). Period.

Upside:
Steps Steptacular Live Concert was broadcasted on TV shortly after midnight. No kidding man, it was good.

Fun Factor: ?/10
On one hand, it was genuinely fun playing mind numbing games that require little intelligence and mere patterned key strokes. On the other hand, doing that to celebrate NYE was…












Alcohol Level: 0/10

2002/2003
Venue: Chijmes

Description:
The same three guys who added new dimensions to the word “fun”, decided to be more hip and head down to Chijmes for a spicy salsa countdown.

Downside:
Always engage in thorough research before choosing any countdown. Your sixth sense will tell you something amiss when your sister, who is 6 years older than me, is present for the same countdown.

There was an allocated dance area where the elderly (okay, age is a matter of relative) were grooving to the live salsa music. *Cringe*
These were the rare times where I wished I was older.

Upside:
After the countdown, we walked to Newton Circus for a feast and embarked on a walkathon that brought us through Toa Payoh, Ang Mo Kio and finally to Jalan Kayu Roti Prata Shop. No prizes for guessing what we had for breakfast.

Fun Factor: 5/10 for the countdown, 7/10 for the walk

Alcohol Level: 2/10
Oh, the tears I shed when I found out a bottle of Carona Beer with a slice of lime cost me $12.

Primordial Post

Sigh... Which much procrastination, I'm back to square one, back to rebuilding a blog from scratch...