Anarcho-Din

I’m alive! I’m alive! Yes, it has been a long while since I blogged. Months, in fact. I just checked in my blog to clear the bucket load of spam I keep receiving and figured what the hell, I’ll write a new post. Ta-da!

I have been rather disinterested in not only my own blog but the blogosphere generally. I used to spent a little while each day visiting blogs that interest me. No longer. Initially, I thought my lack of interest was only temporary but days went on and turned to weeks and those weeks turned to months. I have probably missed out on some interesting posts here and there but to be perfectly honest, I don’t really care. Perhaps one day, my interest in blogging would be rekindled but that day is not today.

I guess one of the problems might be that I used to read blogs that I find myself in general agreement with. There’s only so much posts that I can take nodding my head and going oh, but of course. On the other hand, I have never had any interest in visiting blogs that I vehemently disagree with. Some people get a kick out of that. Some of those people are called trolls.

It seems to me that the world of blogging is rather similar to the world of forums. I used to be interested in forums too, visiting a few regularly, spending a not insubstantial amount of time writing up posts and replying to others. I stopped doing that a long while ago. I felt I was spending far too much time each day on forums. I felt I was being far too invested in what was ultimately a fairly ineffectual and inconsequential activity. Anonymous people come and go, they offer their opinions and that’s pretty much it. Nobody really listens to one another since we all so busy trying to convince people of how right we are. Not surprisingly, conversations soon degenerate into trollfest and posts that contain anything more than mere insults become all too rare. But who ever actually changes their opinion because of an internet forum? Hardly anyone, I would think. As someone who has changed a great deal in his own lifetime, I know that the process of altering one’s viewpoints tend to be a complicated affair, spread out over a long period of time. Not because one comes across a post on an internet forum. Or on a blog.

Yet countless number of people continue to persist writing up posts on blogs and on forums, trying desperately to convince people of this and that. It’s like one big festival of insecurity galore, people trying to convince themselves that they are right, people trying to convince others that they are right, people trying to convince everyone that they are right. And for what? What’s the point of it all?

I suppose there’s something appealing about finding other people who think like you, who hold viewpoints that you agree with. That’s comforting. Hardly necessary but comforting nonetheless.

I realize my comments on forums and blogs are not applicable to every instance but I find that they are so for those that brand themselves as anarchist. Or otherwise related somehow to politics and philosophy. When I first created my blog, it was a small private thing between me and a few friends. Over time, I started addressing a larger audience and my posts became more general. I found myself offering my opinions on political events and other contentious issues. And I ask myself now, looking back at it all, why ever did I do that? I was merely perpetuating the cycle, comforting those that already agree with me and that’s it. Nothing more, nothing less. Really now, who gives a damn as to what I think? I do not keep my identity a secret but for all practical purposes, I am just another anonymous person on the internet who overestimates the value of his opinions. Which I am yet again doing in offering this overly long explanation.

So there you go. Some of you are going to nod your head and go, yeah I understand where you’re coming from. Some of you are going to go, but hang on, what about this and that. And we will all go off on our own merry way, leading our own individual lives and in a mere matter of months, perhaps years, we will all forget about this. When we are old and knocking on death’s door, we will look back at our lives and I can guarantee you that none of us will remember reading this inconsequential and ineffectual post.

Cheers.

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Me blog little. Me busy. Study busy. Me too busy study. Me forget english. No grammar good for me. Sentence construct cannot. Me bad.

Yes, I’m back studying. I’m currently enrolled in the college of law, getting my practical legal training. It might be practical stuff but there’s still a lot of reading to be done. It is quite a big change of lifestyle coming from a military regime to the academic world. No prizes for figuring out which one I prefer. Still, I’m a bit wary since it has been a good long time since I’ve done any studying. Three years to be precise although it certainly feels much longer than that. A week in the army tend to come across as an eternity. I have already forgotten a great deal of the stuff I learnt back in university so it is going to be a little challenge for me to get back into the groove, so to speak.

It looks like I’m destined to work in the legal field. This was something that I had to decide back when I was only 16 years old. Yes, that young. I was 15 years old when I left singapore, skipped two years of education and went straight to the final year of high school here in Australia. I was 16 years old when I did the final high school certificate exams. I had to decide then what degree I would like to pursue in university. I did well enough in the exams to get my first choice of law and economics. It was not long thereafter that I regret making that choice. As much as I enjoyed economics in high school, I hated economics in university. In hindsight, I realize that I loved the subject because I had a wonderful economic teacher in high school, someone who was able to make the subject interesting. The subject itself is a boring heap of junk and now I have a degree in economics. A degree that comes across as completely worthless.

I had a difficult time studying law. I was only 17 when I started university and I soon found myself hating university. I hated the subjects, I hated the people, I hated everything. I retreated into a solitary cave and it was only years later that I changed and found myself appreciating the university life. A tad bit too late, really. I did rather poorly academically for the first few years. I literally had no idea as to write an essay for university. I was still writing high school essays for university. Nobody took me aside and told me that there was a difference. I had to discover that on my own in my third year. Ironically, I made that revelation through reading books on music. Books written in the academic style. Eventually, I learnt how to write in that manner too and my final years in university saw me getting credits and distinctions when I was consistently getting only bare passes in the first few years.

I feel that it is far too late now for me to change direction and pursue another avenue. Time is a factor. I am already 26 years old but have yet to settle into a career. I have already wasted enough of my life both in university and in the military. Money is the other factor. I do not have it. The measly allowance I received in the military was not even enough to cover the rent that I had to pay back in singapore. If I had money, I might consider doing a short term course in another subject to pursue some other interest. Unfortunately, that is not the case.

2006 has been a terrible year for me and my family. Not that 2005 was great either. My sister had discovered that she has breast cancer. Not the sort of breast cancer that can be treated through chemotherapy either. Her case was complicated and she had to undergo some new radical treatment at a hospital in england. The treatment was expensive. The cost of living in england was expensive. Suffice it to say that the term financially comfortable would hardly apply to us. My mother became a nervous wreck although she refused to believe that there was a problem with her until a doctor told her as straight and directly as possible that she had anxiety. In the meanwhile, I was stuck in another country, apart from both my sister and my mother. Is it any wonder that I have nothing but disgust and animosity towards singapore, its military and the lee kuan yew dynasty?

It was a roller coaster ride but eventually, the treatment for my sister’s breast cancer turned out to be a success. My mother has coped better with the problems in our lives and she no longer suffers anxiety. While the experience is not entirely over, one hopes that the worst episode has indeed come and gone. One can imagine that I was rather anxious for 2006 to end. If I believe in god, I would pray for 2007 to be a better year for my family.

Of course, the big event for me personally in the past year was the end of my military servitude. It had been an eternity but I was finally free from the mandatory conscription. That alone is a significant part of almost every male singaporean. I have spent many months watching my friends leave the army one by one. Some went on to resume their studies. Others entered the workforce. Finally, it was my turn. Only I was not just leaving the army, I was leaving the entire country. It makes the whole experience ever the more significant. I deliberately chose to leave the country on the very same day that I was released from the army. In a matter of hours, I was walking out of my military camp for the very last time and into an airplane bound for Sydney. Some hours later, I was back in Australia.

My return here has not been as wonderful as I had dreamt it would be. I immediately found myself in a position where I needed to do a great deal of things. Settling into a new home in another country. Things to purchase, things to transfer, things to sort out. It certainly did not came across like a holiday. But that episode is over too. Now, I am settling into a routine. Getting up early in the morning, taking a bus and then a train to a suburb called St. Leonards. Attended lectures and classes at the College Of Law.

To end this post on a lighter note, the structure of the class at this college of law is such that we all get allocated into smaller groups and in my group, sitting diagonally across from me, is a citizen of the united states. Here on a student visa with an intention of migrating here. Oddly enough for he displays a flag of the united states on his mobile phone. Apparently, he’s a republican. Not republican as in the anti-monarchy movement here in Australia but republican as in he voted for george w. bush and is not ashamed of it. I’ve got to play nice though because we are in the same group and hence, will be working on some projects together. I have also learnt that the same fellow is both an atheist and a vegetarian. That strikes me as odd. I can understand gay republicans but vegetarian republicans? Particularly one that is also an atheist? That is just bizarre.

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I am not a pacifist. I do not a problem with violence per se. I do not have a problem with murder per se either. I think that there are various acceptable reasons for one human being to cause the death of another human being. Self-defence being the obvious example. A dictator still in authority is another. If someone were to assassinate Kim Jong Il tomorrow, I would greet the news a lot differently to the indifference I had in hearing of the execution of Saddam Hussein. After all, we already knew that Saddam Hussein was scheduled to be killed.

Yes, I am calling it as it is. Execution is a vague term. It does not illuminate. The death penalty is murder, plain and simple. The only significant difference is that it is murder that has been declared legal by the very same institution doing the killing.

Only a few weeks ago, another former dictator by the name of Augusto Pinochet kicked the bucket. It does seem to be the season of prominent death. Milton Friedman, Gerald Ford, James Brown. Not that James Brown fits the pattern. I welcomed the death of Augusto Pinochet for it was fairly uncomplicated. There might not have been any justice served in his long overdue passing but anyone who thinks that justice could possibly be served by the execution of Saddam Hussein would be grossly mistaken. There is really no justice possible for those who have suffered under dictators. Only revenge. Therein lies the elation that some people might feel upon hearing that Hussein has been execution. A spectacle to soothe the troubled senses, a mirage to insinuate an achievement, a deception on many levels.

I wish I could greet the news of Hussein’s death as I did the news of Pinochet’s death. Nothing changes with the death of a man no longer a real threat to anyone else. The only significance there is symbolic. A heart attack ended the life of Pinochet. Politics ended the life of Hussein. One was not killed by any other human beings. The other was.

I hear that a prominent idiot has described the execution of Saddam Hussein as the “kind of justice he denied the victims of his brutal regime.” Ironic because justice served through death was the very charade that Saddam Hussein himself pursued. The words propanganda, manipulation and show trial comes to mind. Not justice. Never justice.

We do not rape people in this society who are convicted of rape. We do not torture or assault people who have been convicted of torture or assault. I think the idea that we would sexually abuse people who’ve been convicted of sexual abuse is very distasteful to folks. It would not be hard to convince people we should not do that. But we kill people who kill because there is this disconnection. We have acculturated ourselves to see that act as somehow not revealing who we are, something about our character. So part of the challenge is to get people to appreciate that the taking of the life of another person gratuitously that you don’t have to do to protect society or yourself is a really big deal and it says something not only about that person but about you.

Bryan Stevenson, The Equal Justice Initiative of Alabama.

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I am very bored
I feel very sleepy too
Thus I write haiku

In writing haiku
No experience have I
I am beginner

Just making it up
As I type this along now
Random gibberish

You waste precious time
Reading this piece of rubbish
Ha! I pity you

Please do not be mad
I hope that you have humor
Laugh at my haiku

My poor haiku
Not done properly I think
I write bad haiku

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Pinochet is dead. Long live the celebration!

Now, if Thatcher or Kissinger kicks the bucket soon, I’m going to start suspecting a conspiracy down in hell …

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