Just Amleth

Monday, December 26, 2005

Sacrificing for a Cause

I've just discovered that Mervyn has a grand uncle who is a national Sabahan hero! Apparently he (Mervyn's uncle, not Mervyn) sacrificed his life to save a Sabahan village from massacre by marauding Japanese soldiers during World War II. Just how cool is that?

John F. Kennedy once said, "Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country". When I was in my early teens, I used to think that the most glorious thing that could ever happen to me was to sacrifice my life for my country. In those days, I had just finished reading Romance of the Three Kingdoms (三國演義), a tale about the Three Kingdoms period in China (AD 220 - AD 265).

Just a digression - whoever came up with the word "Romance" in the title must be gay. Why not name it something like Epic of the Three Kingdoms, or Tale of the Three Kingdoms? Instead somebody had to give it a gay name like "Romance". One could hardly be faulted for thinking it is a new addition to Mills & Boon, some sort of menage a trois between individuals from three different countries (which surely must involve some element of homosexuality, if you think about it).

I was heavily influenced by the notion of honour (in other words, loyalty to your ruler, and death over surrender) that existed amongst the personalities of that era. Then, phrases like sacrificing my body to overcome my country's danger, death is just like returning home (捐軀赴國難,視死忽如歸) meant a lot to me.

It was only when I grew older when I realized that perhaps I will not be one of the personalities named in the book. With so many great people out there, I'd probably only be a foot soldier if I ever lived in those times. A foot soldier is hardly ever going to be remembered, and he usually ends his life as a statistic (for example, the 830,000 soldiers who died in a major naval battle in 208 AD when their ships were burnt).

Now, I shall qualify the statement of sacrificing one's life for country -- it is only worthwhile dying for a cause if you are remembered in history. Not on the plaques where you are just one name out of a million others who have died, but if you are remembered, say, the way William Wallace, Horatio Nelson or even Erwin Rommel is remembered. Even to this day, their names are remembered by millions, and their lives have been translated into theatrical works and even the silver screen.

Hear ye, all prospective nations! If you want me to die for you, you know what to do.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Sniffing Petrol

This is a really funny article I came across in a local Australian newspaper:

Two Lebanese men carrying 800 ml of petroleum were caught by police in a bus on the way to Bondi Beach. One of them said he wanted to sniff petrol (you mean that is actually allowed in Australia?), and another said he wanted to help a mate in Bondi Beach who had run out of fuel.

I think the sniffing petrol excuse is really creative, and obviously the judge agrees with me. The guy who said he wanted to help his mate in Bondi Beach was refused bail, whereas the guy who said he wanted to sniff petrol was granted bail.

Sunday, December 11, 2005

Images of Melbourne - 8 - 11 Dec 2005

As usual, my first day (Thursday) in Melbourne was spent in a state of being both awake and asleep at the same time. "We understand that you guys probably are tired, so it is ok with is if you left earlier," said our customer. We worked till 7pm anyway.

On Friday night, I went to check out the Crown Casino. I was planning to lose up to AUD 50 that day, but somehow I won AUD 65 without really trying. Oh well. :)


View from my hotel room

Right in the middle of the picture is the church where the funeral service for the Vietnamese Australian (who was hung for smuggling drugs into Singapore) was held.


Christmas decorations in Bourke Street, Melbourne


An Australian Barbeque

This is one of the few barbeques I've had where only beer and no food was served. Perhaps they mean bar-beer-que?


The Motorcycle Toy Run 2005

This is a rather bizarre ritual that is held every year -- motorcyclists sporting black leather jackets and Harley-Davidsons tie a toy to their motorcycle for donation to the Salvation Army. All for a good cause, I suppose.



Queen Victoria's Market

Not exactly the best picture I have taken, but oh well :).


Riding a camel near Queen Victoria's Market

I feel sorry for the second camel -- it's kind of cruel to make him face the first camel's buttocks all day long.


A rather bizarre-looking motorcycle in Williamstown


Skyline of downtown Melbourne


A street protest

This is something you will never see in Singapore. The name of the country has been edited as I do not intend to help the protestors publicize their stand or make a political statement.

Sunday, December 04, 2005

A serious article

I had a chat with Mervyn today, when we started talking about his new idea (which I shall leave him to tell you, if he so chooses to). The topic changed to my writing style -- he remarked that he could not judge my writing style because he had yet to see any serious articles from me. I protested, telling him that my earlier articles dating back to April 2003 were serious, but that those articles were not exactly everyone's cup of tea. I also told him that I will write a serious article to prove my writing skills.

So there you go, Mervyn.

"a serious article to prove my writing skills".

On a separate note, Priscilla took some nice pictures today! Let me show you the nice picture she took of Mervyn and myself:

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