I want to blog, but I don't know WHAT to blog about.

This year's CNY was like any other year, nothing special ...

I like working at e2i. :) I like working under Events, to be more specific. Cos' I get to do OT (read: more money) and I'm not desk-bound unless I have nothing to do (like now, which is why I'm blogging). There's a retreat tomorrow and we temps are going for it too. The Events Team is really nice, they absorbed a large portion of the cost so that we don't have to pay so much. (cos well, we earn a lot lesser than they do).

The guys (temps) are leaving next Friday. All 4 of them. Why do their contracts end on the same day?? ): ): It's nice to have some males around sometimes. I'm being frank here.

Working at e2i has made me more determined to brush up on my Mandarin. Haha is that good or what.

My bed is calling out to me. Roar.

Dear Aunty Daphne

Dear Auntie Daphne,

You're free from all pain now. Your body looks so peaceful, you look just like Snow White waiting for her prince to come. But I know that your Prince (of peace) has already come for you, and never again will you worry, never again will your forehead be creased to show signs of distress. I wonder how it feels like to be in heaven...? Where all is peaceful and joyful?

I wish I could tell you how sorry I am for not visiting you when your soul was still around. I wish I could tell you how much I regret not being there to hold your hand and tell you that I love you. It's too late now, you won't see this. I thought there would be time, that when God brought you out of ICU He'd let you live with Uncle Chee Keong for decades to come.Who knew what plans He'd have? I didn't even get to say goodbye!

Aunty Daphne, you're a strong woman. You didn't blame God or letting the cancer get to you. You were ever grateful to God for giving you the extra time to be here with the ones you love after you left the care of nurses at Mt. Alvernia hospital. And of course for uncle CK who always stayed by your side. We all love you very much, you know? This separation's gonna take awhile to sink in, but we all know you won't want to see us like this. My sis is like an empty shell too, getting restless and everything...

I'm not gonna cry, I'm not. I know God has better plans for you up there... It was out of mercy that He stopped you from suffering, I know that too. And because of these, I know there should be no reason to cry...

Thanksgiving - Job

(Something I should have completed and published long ago, but posted only now because of. Well. My mood :) )

This will be my 666th post. Gosh what a number. Not that I'm superstitious or anything, but 666 is so inappropriate for a thanksgiving post!

God has showered me with blessings these 2 weeks (hasn't He always?). Great way to start the year!

I don't feel like typing in prose form, not really. But I think I'll end up doing so, somehow.


1. I got my current job through Recruit Express, a recruitment agency.

The thing about that is, I've read a forum thread online with PAGES and PAGES of complaints from unhappy candidates who applied with RE. Things like the agent made them go down to the office for nothing, agent and applicant quarreled over the phone, agent and interviewer gave different job scopes and salary, agent didn't bother to call applicant back after unsuccessful interview etc. It's endless. I tried to read all of them but I got bored and gave up eventually.

I'm just REALLY thankful that my consultant wasn't anything like these unfortunate people (who posted on that thread) described. He was patient with me (I asked lame qns and kept asking him to repeat what he just said - "har? sorry can repeat again? can slow down?"), he called me several times a day for about a week (didn't abandon my case that fast), only asked me to go down to the office to fill up the application form and to sign the contract (i.e. only when necessary) etc.


2. Jenisse was supposed to get this job, not me.

But by God's grace, this job went to me because Jen rejected this job because she preferred the job at the Ministry of Law. Geddit?? They interviewed 8 people for this 2 temp positions under the events department at e2i, and one of them actually went to Jenisse. The other went to May, whom I'm working closely with now. If not because she opted not to work here, I would not be here! But I still think it's by God's grace that I'm at e2i. I mean, can you think of another reason why this can work out so well?

My agent actually called me up on the day of the interview to say it was not a success (major disappointment then but i thought, don't give up lah keep searching), called again to recommend my CV over to a Canadian MNC insurance company (which I approved - duh, desperate!), and called the third time that day to say "e2i want to employ you leh!!!". My voice did not betray my emotions at that time. I bet I sounded bored, haha. The next day, when I went down to sign the contract, he confirmed my suspicions that the job went to me (only) because Jen rejected it


3. Sheena also went for the same interview.

Though she did not get THIS job, again it is by God's grace that she's here and we are working under the same company. Thing is, the interviewer (who is now my supervisor/in-charge) KIV-ed her for other positions under other departments. So when she was called down for another interview, it wasn't really an interview but more of to show her around and tell her what she'll be doing. That day when she SMSed to say she was at e2i for another interview I was totally OVER THE MOON! When one door closed for her, another opened, and both doors lead to the same place, just a different room.

So here she is, working under the same company, sitting in the same temp staff room as me :) How cool is that, to have your own (ex-)classmate working under the same roof as you??



God is really amazing. Look at the way He worked things out for me when I put my trust in Him. Though I admit I did get whiny over being unemployed during my 2 weeks of doing nothing. But isn't that human nature? Still.. the colleagues... the other temps here... the events team... I thank God that He has blessed me with these wonderful people whom I will be working with for the next 5 months and 2 weeks. I can't imagine working with any other people. And my job is meaningful because of what my company does, that is, to provide aid to the unemployed. That means providing training and opportunities :)

During my second week into the job, I was involved in 3 offsite events. Toa Payoh, Yishun, and Bras Basah. O_O Again, I thank God that I'm in the events team and not like, call centre or other departments. I look at what the other temps here are doing and well, it makes me even more grateful that I'm not placed in other departments... though initially I wanted to do their very ADMIN kind of job(s). Cos' being on your feet at events really beats sitting at your desk for 8.5 hours a day. Trust me, it does.

And, how often do you get a job after just one interview???

God is good. God is good. I can't emphasise that enough. God is good.

HIRE ME! HIRE ME!

WHY DOESN'T ANY COMPANY WANNA HIRE ME!

Job-searching is tiring. And I'm only looking for a temp job!

New environment, new friends/colleagues, it's gonna be pretty scary for a newbie like me. I've never worked before! But still...

THANK YOU JESUS!!!

Hello, e2i! 6 months at Redhill. Oh my.

help

One thing I want to do this year is to be of more help to the people around me. Not be a pain in the ass.

It feels great to know how a simple act may go a long way to help someone else :)

For example.

Joel Lim's MSN nick had been stagnant as "anyone noes of a good math or chem tutor?" for more than a month. I wanted to introduce my old math tutor to him, but always felt 'lazy' to do so. I finally told Joel about Ryan, blah blah blah and 2-3 days later Joel sent me a message saying he just had tuition. Then of course he changed his nick. "YAY!!! Got Maths Tuition!!!".. I should have done this earlier though, didn't know he has a paper on the first day of school next week. Still, I'm glad I didn't leave him to hunt for his own private tutors.

It's very tempting to take the credit and say something like, "If I didn't tell Joel about Ryan, he probably would fail his supp paper." Uh uh. I know deep inside that it's more than that. If God hadn't prompted me to do something about this, he would still be struggling at this time! So the glory still goes to Him (:


Thank God also that my phone did not break down when the representatives from different job agencies called me! Sometimes when I'm on the phone with people, the other party would not be able to hear my voice whereas I still hear them. So it's like they're going "hello? hellooooo??" but what they hear is silence. hmmm. I really must take better care of my phone and stop being clumsy with it.

Conformity, or deviation?

Quick updates

Quick updates before the year ends. Which will be very soon.

ACJC Seniors' Night 2009.

I really pity my bank account. (the money actually comes from my mom...) The total amout spent on hair, makeup, dress, heels, bra, prom ticket etc is SCARY. I dare not calculate the final and exact amount. But my mom says it's okay since it's once-in-a-lifetime. So that means I shouldn't feel so bad about spending so much right?

No photos (they're all on Facebook). I didn't bring my camera, don't ask why. Many thanks to Amelia for letting me use hers, thanks also to Dixin for opening up her house for prom prep! (:

Food was good, but I didn't really get to enjoy it cos' my tummy protested after a few courses and I had to skip some of them. My table 20 was mostly empty except when the yam ring was served -.- What else do you expect from prom? People don't really care about the food, what they want is to take photos. More photos. And yet more photos. I couldn't eat in peace because

1. I didn't want to look like the only glutton eating at the table when everyone else was dispersed around the ballroom and posing for photos
2. When I actually got to eat without feeling paiseh, meaning at least 2 of my table mates were present, other friends would come and either ask me to help them take photos, or take one with them.

Hahah sounds bad right. Actually no, it was a velly grand way to end off our 2 years in ACJC. I'm glad I went for it because it's kind of like the last gathering for the class of 2009.... before the release of the A level results. A significant event I wouldn't want to miss, so that means I had to put aside my timidity, stop feeling inferior, SMILE and act normal. That really made things a lot easier.

Still trying to get over the fact that never again will I study on campus, in the void deck with all the other void deck muggers - the noise polluters and the quiet ones. Been so used to studying there and seeing them around, such that I'm not ready to end off my pre-university life cos' it's hard to believe I'll never see them again. Ahhh. We're like one big family that's being pulled apart.


Vietnam trip with family

My dad drove to Shangri-La to pick me up so that I could go home and (continue to) pack my luggage. No post-prom ): Daddy got free air tickets to Vietnam, including return tickets, so that explains why my family went there. SIA rocks. Service, comfort, entertainment, everything! It makes the budget airlines look like nothing in comparison O_O but that's why it's called BUDGET right.

Shopping at the market (both day and night) was the main highlight of this trip. The shirts and jeans were so cheap it was unbelievable. I mean, we bought 4 pairs of jeans from this shop and it cost only about S$28 in total? You will never see this in Singapore! Most of their products sold - apart from the souvenirs - were imitation goods that looked real enough to pass off as originals. What gave maximum consumer surplus was the price and quality of the goods :D

This trip was an eye-opener.

There were many on the streets who tried to sell tissue packets, portable fans and stuff, as well as those who carried sleeping babies or toddlers and asked for money.. when we bought tissue from one woman, more would come, and we just had to shake our heads politlely whenever they came up to us tourists to ask for money. It makes me wonder how many of the children were actually borrowd... I read about cases of people loaning their kids to others to be used as 'tools' to gain sympathy... Made me wonder if the kids were actually drugged cos they always appeared to be sleeping... sometimes these thoughts hinder me from feeling for these people, and compassion becomes replaced with disgust. I prayed instead that God will help me to love them and be thankful for the many blessings I have such that I do not have to go through life the way they do..

Their roads. It came as a shock to me, when I first saw how their roads were like. There were so few traffic lights it amazed me that there were no traffic accidents (none that my family witnessed, at least) and that motorists and pedestrians could actually live in harmony with each other. Just that they sounded their horns a lot. Pedestrians crossed roads (at the 'zebra' crossings) when they needed to, and the motorists would slow down and/or drive to their right or left to avoid them. This is usually accompanied by the sounding of horns. duh. Crossing their roads made me think of the mission trip to Bandah Aceh in 2007.. only more hair-raising and thrilling. I actually could cross their roads with ease at the end of 3 days.

Oh, and their motorists actually wear masks. Most of them. I mean, those who ride bikes. Cuz the air is so polluted it becomes unbearable.

The Vietnamese, from what I observed, are happy-go-lucky people. They don't have much to worry about, they don't curse their government, they really love their country. When their soccer team won at the SEA games, people went wild on the roads, bikers zoomed past with their pillion riders waving their flags cheering at the top of their lungs. I would have thought it was their national day or something, if not for the night market stall owners who told us about their victory over Cambodia ( i think).

Sights like these, you will never see in Singapore.

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When a Catholic tells you he wants to change church, and he prefers Christianity because "the Christian concept sounds way better than the Catholics ... as in their way of doing stuff," and you don't know much about the way their religion works, you still invite him to church right? Cos' I know God doesn't reject anyone, "He will take them all."

This Catholic is a friend whom I'm not very close to. He sounds like he has backslided. He is someone I'd never expected or thought of inviting to church, cos' he's just an ex-classmate from Chinese class. But this also seems like God is placing here, leading him to talk to me about this aspect of his own life (that I never thought I'd hear about), he can be led back to Christ. I wonder. It's like I don't even have to search my entourage and target a few, cos' right now there's one who appeared before me on his own accord.

Dear God, please grant me the wisdom to say the right things to him, and give me the words to use that may impact him so that he may say 'yes' to You...

it's been long since I last felt a tug or a burden to truly 'impact one.' this comes a little late bue well, better late than never.

RAMBLINGS

WASSUP WITH TPJC'S BIO PAPER 1 MAN!! So tough! ): I give up.

Next!

Passi(t)on - LSBC Youth Camp 2009

What made Passiton different from past youth camps was

1. We had an entire day dedicated to games.

2. The Prophetic Act after the Holy Spirit Night on the second day, which felt very much like we were going for a battle against the unseen forces, to break the barriers that may hinder us from carrying out the work for God.

3. YA_18 was REALLY bonded together. Those 3 days were far more effective in bringing out a more united batch of 18yos, as compared to any other zonal bonding we've had so far.
The comm made the right choice by putting Keng Ling and Arathi into group Q, and shifting Joshua, Xi Ying, Clarissa and Cheryl into group R. We would otherwise (still) have been just Joe&WanHui's cell, and Kara's cell instead of YA_18 by the end of the camp.

4. YA_18 got all the 'sai kang' jobs (in Xi Ying's words :P) such as cleaning the toilets after lights out on the first night and cleaning up the MPH, dining hall and atrium on the second night, etc. But I guess what was commendable was that no one complained or argued about it :)

5. There was no fixed camp speaker for this camp. (we usually have a pastor from another church to speak at our camps, am I not right?)
When it comes to Community Penetration (CP) work, I think LSBC's own pastors can do the job equally well. Evidently, given the level of enthusiasm observed during CP on the seconday.

6. The timing of this camp. I still have one more A level paper which I have yet to tackle. I faced slight resistance from my parents (esp. my mum) when I made the decision to sign up for camp. She even 'reminded' me quite harshly that the A levels have not ended and that I was being "very daring" to go for the camp. I replied simply, "My paper is on Thursday. If others have a paper on Monday, right after the camp, and they can still honour God by going for it, I don't see why I can't do the same." Well I guess she had nothing to say about that.


That's a very brief summary of what happened, and what made Passiton stand out from other camps. I NEED TO GET BACK TO BIOLOGY so, byebye!

Wants

I want!!

it's here

Okay, this is it.

IT'S HERE, MAN!!!!!!!

Breathe. Or that panic attack will come again and I can say bye bye to NTU or NUS in 2010 and hi to ACJC and funorama. Omg no way not another year of econs geog bio math gp. Thankkewvellymuch.

Today I sat at macs for more than 12 hours. horray.

Thanks friends for all your encouraging smses, tags and wall posts:) I'm only replying smses, sorry! and will only use my laptop for charging my mp3 player or to check the LMS for additional revision resources.

Goodbye, world. See you on December 3rd. or.... in heaven. HAHA ok i'm kidding. bye. Anyone interested in sitting at macs next Sunday from 9am to 11pm please let me know via SMS, thanks!

haha, like anyone would want to be as retarded as me.

ok bye.

this is bad. i sound like i'm talking to myself. it's the exams, i promise!!

Okay. The bomb is going off any moment now. And there's still SO much that has not been done, so much that needs to be done.

I really am not prepared. I don't know how I'm going to do this. Yes, I'm casting my cares on Him, but the mere thought of the A levels just gives me the creeps.

Andrew's mum dropped me off at Serangoon MRT just now. I was supposed to take the train towards Punggol, but I blindly boarded the train towards Harbour Front, and had to alight at Potong Pasir to take the other train back to Kovan. What was I thinking...

No time, no time ):

At 10pm earlier I walked out not with Esther or Rayner(??) or by myself or just Amelia or any of the regulars who remain in school to study till we get chased out. I walked out with 5 other classmates and Ammar. Like, wow, the most unlikely group of people! It was my first time seeing Jenisse, Andrew and Matthew stay till 10pm. Anyway, it's been a long time since I last walked out of school smiling and laughing so much. So that felt good (: Just wonder if they're all going to start adopting my daily mug-in-school routine.

Amelia and I went for the MEP recital by the J2 students. I kinda dragged her there =/
I think the performers could have done wayyyyyyy better. Still, good job! Especially to Chowder and Clairebear! (: Andrew pointed out that I go for almost every MEP concert/recital. hahaha at least this time it was free.

What's stuck in my head - You Belong With Me (Taylor Swift)

You're on the phone with your girlfriend,she's upset
She's going off about something that you said
Cos' she doesn't get your humour like I do

I'm in my room it's a typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like
And she'll never get your story like I do

But she wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts
She's Cheer Captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see
You belong with me, you belong with me

Walking the streets with you and your worn-out jeans
I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be
Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself
Hey, isn't this easy

And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town
I haven't seen it in awhile since she brought you down
You say you're fine, I know you better than that
Hey whatcha doing with a girl like that

She wears high heels, I wear sneakers
She's Cheer Captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see
You belong with me

Standing by and waiting at your back door
All this time, how could you not know
Baby, you belong with me, you belong with me

Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night
I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry
And I know your favourite songs and you tell me 'bout your dreams
Think I know where you belong, think I know it's with me

Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see
You belong with me

Standing by and waiting at your back door
All this time, how could you not know
Baby, you belong with me, you belong with me

You belong with me
Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me
You belong with me

Things don't always turn out the way you want to

It was my first time stepping into an ICU ward. I didn't really like the feel of it, but I don't regret being there. Too many chances for me to visit Aunty Daphne at home have slipped by, and each time my family went without me, my mum said she'd ask for me. It was always the same answer, 'Joyce is out studying'. Once, my mum lied that I was studying when I was with my friends at some concert or cell bonding or some other gathering, I can't remember. It was the least I could do less than 6 hours ago, appear by the side of her bed as she lay sedated...

I love you, Aunty Daphne, we all do. I'm so sorry for not doing what I wanted to do when you were still able to walk around at home, play with your dogs, forward inspiring emails and make status comments on Facebook. Hang in there, please, I know you're strong. For Uncle CK, for your loved ones. Don't go. Please.


Note to self: always carry a packet of tissues.

young? in what sense?

I just remembered a remark you made last Sunday which really pissed me off. I was merely concerned about her, and you just had to say, "you're still young lah".

Excuse me, I believe I am of the same age as she is. One and a half months difference isn't very significant, is it? And if you're talking about level of maturity, I'm not going to comment on how mature I think I am, but please know that my stand on the issue of __________ity shares a zero correlation with my concern of how she is coping. Just because I have strong convictions and beliefs that make me different from the typical youth of today, this does not mean that I am made less mature as compared to the others. That is, other youths my age.

Come to think of it, I still feel mad about this. I promise you that you will have no knowledge of the details of my life from now on, besides my grades, maybe. Cos' you don't have a right to know, and why would you want to, since my life is so mundane and so much less exciting than others', right? And neither will I ask you how she's doing, I may as well go ask her myself. Or, I could put it another way - since she already has backup, all sharing the same views, I think I can take my leave and dissolve from her life or risk being viewed as nothing but a busybody. Not that I actually care about what others may think... Well maybe I do. Call me sensitive.

Urgh.


(just in case anyone's planning to comment on this post... don't do it. time heals all wounds anyway. it won't be long before mine gets healed. just feeling a bit angsty of late.)

Things don't always turn out the way you want to

I don't know what's wrong with me. Don't tell me there's nothing, cos' there is something. I want to be a hermit and hide myself from the world, although one may say it's ironic that I say this while blogging on the World Wide Web. This phase will pass. If not soon, then later.


Take me now, way beyond the veil...
Where I can see You
Where I can see You, Jesus
Hold me now within Your arms of love
I wanna be with You
I wanna be with You

lao peng you

I saw Kenneth Gan at Bishan library today!! hehe, so happy to see an old face :) Man I really miss my very first OG from SRJC, Cetus 4!!!

Turned 18 on 18 August (:

Yes, the prelims have started... and we're right in the middle of it.



My birthday happened to fall on the second day of prelims, when everyone had math and econs papers. Instead of waking up full of dread for what was to come that day, I woke up reading "happy birthdays" on my phone. Good start, I figured.

Then I got to school, and classmates were saying HB to me. I thought, hey, how did they know? but thanked them nontheless. There were gifts and cards from Claire Sheena and Janet Lydia LiLin Santi, thanks a lot girls ((: Pei Yan handed me this large red vanguard with lots of signatures and little notes written about how I'm 'lucky' to have my 18th birthday during the prelims. She actually took pains to mass SMS CO members and some other friends to gather and pen these down the day before. Amelia and Sheena and Claire deserve credit too for trying to get more ppl to fill up the 'card' (knowing that my network isn't very wide...). I had to lug all the stuff around the sports complex and void deck the whole day. After the 2 papers for the day, there was THE cake *speechless, Amelia's idea* and then KFC dinner with the usual void deck muggers which I didn't pay for....

My dad picked me up at 10pm, I couldn't take the train cos' I'll look like an idiot with too many things to carry and probably have ended up dropping stuff everywhere I walked. And so this was waiting for me at home...
No, no, the cake wasn't on fire, it's just some camera effects. haha. My family actually waited for me to come home.. and that was the second cake of the day.

I feel bad for all the precious mugging time lost by my dear schoolmates as they took time off to DO something for me, especially a certain few who went great lengths to make this special, for injecting some life and joy on a gloomy day where I believe the whole cohort had to sit for a paper or two. and for my family for waiting for me till what, nearly 11pm..? All these efforts are very very much appreciated, I don't know how else to thank the people who made that day a day to remember.


Meet the Rabbit and the Rat. People who have seen Pei Yan and I studying together would have seen these two too. Impossible to miss! Just for self-amusement, eighteen-year-olds need such toys too. It's our way of de-stressing, not playing with frisbees like what many choose to do..


Yes, I've been staying in school till ten daily...
With me at the void deck are the councilors (33rds), some other familiar faces (one of them being James Low's brother, yeah staying at 231 but we dont talk), some sconers, Amelia, and my bio classmates from 2SC3. I really thank God for the friends whom I mug with (Amelia Jane Dixin Ammar Tims Esther and sometimes JiaEn Rebecca Daryl(who doesnt stay late)) cos' having them around is like having a third family where we offer moral support to one another as we (TRY to) study through the night till the security guard chases the whole crowd away at 10pm. Definitely beats studying alone as I had planned to do, even if it meant I had to face other J2s I didn't know and watch them so comfortable and at ease with the company they have, only to realise I'm on my own. Well, that didn't happen cos' God provided my bio classmates (: What more can I say?


It's a blessing to be here in this college. It's a blessing to know that God supplies all our needs, even wants. But to be greedy? Clearly, that's not an option. (must. stop. slacking. and. FOCUS. and. read. my. bible. and. pray.)

General Issues

Culture

Globalisation has made our world more compact, more integrated and inter-dependent. It is now easier to transport people, as well as their goods and services without incurring large costs of travel (unless, of course, one is trying to be Christopher Columbus). This ultimately brings about a homogenous culture, where other cultures unique to the many societies will be lost. That which has been passed down by past generations, shriveled and forgotten, while English becomes the universal language. This is already happening, what with America exporting its culture in so many areas. Its influence is not only seen in the area of politics and economics, but also in societies as American products and media content becomes inceasingly available. The fate of each society's own culture is very much dependent on the people's attitude towards their roots. We can't stop foreigners from integrating into our society and introducing their cultures. It's just not feasible, especially when economies are in need of foreign talent and like Singapore, open its doors to the world.

Soon, many will have serious identity crises, being part of an inceasingly homogenised world, yet unable to find a sense of belonging, to a culture they can call their own.
ok i dont know what to say because i'm not thinking hard enough. and i'm sleepy.


Should torture be legalised in your country for the same purpose in the war against terrorism?

I cannot provide a balanced argument for this one.

For one, the war against terrorism has been a long-lasting one, dating back to 2001 after the 911 attack on the World Trade Centre in the US. Terrorism itself has claimed thousands of lives (no doubt easing the pressure on Earth's natural resources, at the same time bringing about massive damage to the affected country's economy, even in more extreme cases altering their demographic structure). Can terrorism ever be justified?

To have a war against terrorism means that more lives would be taken, including that of innocent Afghans which had no part to play in the murderous schemes of terrorists. The Bush Administration received its fair share of criticism. What I find ironic is this - a war against terrorism is one that is intended to eradicate terrorism (correct?), yet being a war, as the name suggests, widespread terror is placed on the citizens whose countries are targets of the war. Trying to live normally with foreign troops strutting around neither eases the tension nor introduces peace to the society in question.

Torturing does instill fear in would-be terrorists, many of whom are youths being trained by the Al Qaeda and other sadists who see no value in the human life. Does it really help, now, or we discussing about a cycle of violence which leads to yet more destruction?

Torture is an extreme, violating human rights as it gets carried out. Well, there really is no war in Singapore. No war on terrorism, war against rape, against the dominance of one political party throughout Singapore's 44 years of independence. Singapore already has a decent legal system which administers justice to those who walk down that path. It would be unnecessary to introduce torture. Unless there is another Mas Selamat or Bin Laden in our midst, torture should not be legalised in this country. once again i aint making sense but i'm just trying to get into the hang of writing essays, yes, few hours before the exam, you hear me