Good for something

I’ve always told my non-NS or foreign friends that the Singapore Armed Forces are good at organising stuff, and they’re doing a sterling job at the moment at tsunami disaster sites in Thailand and Indonesia. Of course, if you’ve watched the news, so are the armed forces of the US and Australia.

The Bronco ATTC (All-Terrain Tracked Carrier) was launched by Singapore Technologies in 2000, and my Army unit’s been using it for various roles, like field ambulance and support vehicle to our armoured infantry combat team, but my fellow troopers and I have always wondered about the feasibility and cost-effectiveness of a such a lumbering automobile with a thin non-armour plated skin. Now, at least, it seems to have met its purpose. This ugly thing is probably one of the few vehicles that can carry people and supplies over debris-strewn areas and damaged roads, and the Navy’s RSS Persistance & RSS Endurance are carrying dozens of these to Meulaboh in Sumatra.

Onya Singapore Technologies, Republic of Singapore Air Force, Republic of Singapore Navy, Singapore Civil Defence Force, SAF Medical Corps, Singapore Combat Engineers. Don’t say I never say you good.

COE drop liao, but road tax still high for these babies

iTunes’ party shuffle is playing a copy of: You Can Depend on Me – KD Lang/Tony Bennett – A Wonderful World, of which I have the original CD and therefore didn’t steal music.

Good job, well done

This is an excellent mantra:

“I didn’t come here to think. I came here for you to think, then tell me what to think.”

Oh, but there are people who think. Or rather, people who have been taught to think, and think that a blog is all about balanced viewpoints and if it isn’t, it should be filled with comments that it isn’t, oh shame.

I agree that I have not praised any corporation or government for their tsunami aid efforts, and I’d love to see blogs that do. Send me links.

Economy Rice to the rescue

Surf stop: Fire in the hole
iTunes’ party shuffle is playing a copy of: Streets Of Philadelphia – Bruce Springsteen – Greatest Hits, of which I have the original CD and therefore didn’t steal music.

Hubbing it for an essential cause

This is one proposed regional hub I support, when previously I would’ve backed a push to cap the number of hubs (hubcap, geddit, geddit?):

Singapore offers to be UN regional disaster coordination hub

SINGAPORE : Singapore has offered to be the United Nations’ regional tsunami disaster coordination centre, extending its offer of not just military bases and facilities but also office space, too .

I’d support the regional hub proposal even more if the office space were at the brand spanking new building on One Marina Boulevard. (I’m still watching you, you NTUC!)

Great place for a hub, doncha think?

Meantime, Onya, Jessie Maulder.

iTunes’ party shuffle is playing a copy of: Che Gelida Manina – Russell Watson – Encore, of which I have the original CD and therefore didn’t steal music.


I tried telling Steve that the New Year isn’t going to be as bleak as he thought it would be, and he went, ‘Oh yeah? That’s what you said last year (2003), and look what happened?’.

Then he tells me how miserably stupid he thinks he’s been, because he waited till past midnight to send 300+ New Year’s SMSs, thereby using up his free SMS quota for the month of January.

I wanted to say ‘I don’t have time for you, Steve’, but a friend’s a friend’s a friend. And one day I might get as morose as him, and might need someone to irritate. But bless poor morose Steve, because he mustered enough leftover energy to make a donation to the Tsunami relief charities. Onya Steve, you have one redeeming factor. Maybe the girl you’re not quite seeing will see that in you, and you might just get some New Year’s nookie.

There was however, a very nice New Year’s Day dinner at another friend’s friend’s, and there was a good spread of Christmassy food, a bunch of people I didn’t know and didn’t have the energy to talk much to, and a large plasma screen television that was screening some foreign soccer match between Liverpool and Chelsea.

The bunch of people I didn’t know were watching the large plasma screen television, while some others I knew were replying to SMSs from last night on their phones, while another was reading The Da Vinci Code.

Then the soccer match finished and the host turned off the large plasma screen television and announced that it was time for Pictionary.

But because my work year starts today, and I have some work to prepare at home and a mother to fetch to church in the morning, I excused myself from the fun and came home, turned off my phone, worked a bit, slept a bit, woke up, sat here at the computer and forced a blog post out of my arse.

“Doc! I’m very worried ‘cos my stools are a little yellow!”

Surf stop: Life in Singapore (not work-safe)
iTunes’ party shuffle is playing a copy of: Life On Mars – David Bowie – The Best of David Bowie 1969/1974, of which I have the original CD and therefore didn’t steal music.

Warm and fuzzy post for the new year

iTunes’ party shuffle is playing a copy of: Love Comes Tumbling – U2 – B-Sides 1980-1990, of which I have the original CD and therefore didn’t steal music.

My all-time favourite sports journalist has a round-up of the best sporting moments of 2004 in his column ‘The Fitz Files’, in the Sydney Morning Herald, and his vote for sportsperson of the year is rationalised thus:

TFF first heard of him in March, when one of our spies reported being in Newcastle to see the Roosters vs Knights game, when he noticed in the half-time mini-game between a couple of under-8 teams that one of the young players had physical disabilities, probably cerebral palsy. “But there he was, running around having the time of his life,” our spy reported. “That’s just great,” you might say, and it is, but what’s more significant is the way the members of his own side and that of the opposition treated this courageous little bloke. In just about every set of six his team had the ball it was passed to him to have a run. The opposition, obviously aware that he couldn’t genuinely compete on an even playing field and in the true spirit of what junior sport should be about, of course tackled him, but in a manner that was certain not to inflict any harm on our man. On one occasion, he even managed to off-load a ball to a teammate who picked the ball up and scored a try. The crowd loved it and he received warm applause from both his own team and that of the opposition.

Intrigued, TFF found out more about him. His name, as it turned out, is Harry Rodgers – referred to as “H” by his teammates – and he played for the mighty Kotara Bears junior side in the under-9s. I was advised by his coach that Harry has a condition known as amyoplasia, which affects the joints and muscles and in Harry’s case means he wears splints on his legs and has had to adapt as best he can with minimal use of his hands. When playing football, Harry catches and passes with his elbows and the cooperation of other teams has been fantastic. They allow the coach to go onto the field when Harry is playing, because when he has been tackled he needs some help getting to his feet. It also turned out that one of the avowed ambitions of his teammates this year, beyond winning the best they can, was to get Harry over the try line or bust. Alas, with 30 seconds to go in the final game of the season, against a strong Wests team, that ambition had remained unfulfilled. And yet …

And yet, then the ball came to our Harry, on the left side of the field, about 30 metres out. There was still a chance! With all his teammates forming a kind of protective cocoon around him, the whole team charged for the line with Harry in the middle. The young lads of Wests – playing with exactly the right spirit and aware of the significance of the moment – did their more or less best to break through the cocoon, but one way or another Harry crashed over the line for a wonderful TRY!, and was immediately awash in the exhilaration of both teams. And still he wasn’t done. As the final bell sounded, it was Harry who, having practised his kicking all week, lined up the conversion … GOAAAL! He was carried from the field on the shoulders of his teammates, and taken to the cheering crowd and the embrace of his tearful mother. So Harry Rodgers, you are TFF’s sportsperson of the year, having inspired more TFF readers than any other sportsperson appearing in these pages. We dips our lids.

On ya, Harry, Kotara Bears, Wests and the whole Newcastle junior comp.

A safe and peaceful new year to all of you.