No, there's nothing wrong with my Capslock key, and stop waiting for the graphics to load. There ARE NONE. I'm GEISTHUND and I'm proud to present to you one of the only homepages in Singapore with no fancy graphics, scanned pics, special Java whatsits or cutesy colours. 's not that I'm not capable of it, mind you... I've got photoshop and 3D studio and the works... but I've always *HATED* all those All about me, my dog and my goldfish!! homepages... hah. You thought it was a link. You tried to click on it, didn't you. Admit it.
OKok, I've got an attitude problem. So sue me. 2.5 years of scanning 2400dpi images and graphic editing a Division Newsletter in the Singapore Armed Forces (Link doesn't work? I wonder why...) does that to a guy. I will *NEVER* upon pain of death touch another scanner again. Unless I get paid for it, that is. As for graphic manipulation? As they put it in our army... Where got Time!!! If you're a PUNISHER fan and came here hoping to find pics of that big guy in the black tights with the cool wheels who blows things up... TUFF. This page has NOTHING to do with that PUNISHER. It's a nickname. Why "PUNisher" then, you ask. Long story. Basically it's a pun. PUNisher. There. Get it now?
So what's this page all about anyway?
I've been meaning to put up a homepage for quite a while now, actually, starting sometime last year while I was still serving NS (Haha... for all you Singaporean NSFs still serving in the SAF now : ORD LOH!!! - for u gals and non-Singaporeans that's Operationally Ready Date LOH which means you've completed National Service) but since I'm the king of procrastination and wishful thinking, I've only just got around to it. Basically this is just a random collection of trivial thoughts and things that happen to run through my mind as I wander through my rather boring existence. Initially I'd hoped to update this page everyday, but since I've realised not a lot of things run through my mind everyday, maybe I'll update it once a week.
All about me
There isn't much to know. Anyway I wouldn't want to bore you with lots of trivial details about my pets and friends and hobbies etc etc etc. On friends. Yes, I do have friends and I will be putting links to their kewl homepages as soon as I figure out where they were since my HDD just crashed 2 weeks back and I lost all their URLs along with it. :( I'm a healthy happy 21 year old Singaporean male who just finished National Service and am currently waiting with bated breath to fly off to medical school in London (14th Sep 1997) at the University College of London. Incidentally for all of you out there who know me, I'll be taking this homepage down in September when I terminate my email account with Pacific Internet. I'll send you lot my email address in London when I reach there.
What I look like
Sorry, if you're expecting a nice unflattering scanned pic of me, forget it. If you know me personally, you'll know what I look like. If you don't, then why do you want to know? Anyways, I'm very ordinary looking and male to boot, so lets skip this section and move on.
Initially when I'd first conceived this page I'd meant to write about the Combat Medic course I underwent in my last 2 months of NS, from which, interestingly enough, I ORDd half way, which raises the issue of why I went for that course in the first place. Anyway, I don't know and I don't care, ORD LOH. Here's a little secret though : River crossing is FUN. shhhh.
Okay. TODAY's little article is about swearing and growing up. I was on the IRC the other day (yes, I IRC extensively to kill time since I haven't got much else to do as my friends are still all away in other countries maintaining their wonderful 10MB homepages) and bumped into an old friend of mine whom I'd lost touch with for a couple of years, due to diverging educational pathways and a host of other pathetic reasons. I was rather surprised at how he'd turned out because he swore a lot at me and came across as a rather crude and unappealing lout over the IRC. Of course, there's swearing (which every able-bodied Singaporean male picks up in the army... in 2 languages and 3 dialects) and there's SWEARING and you can't really tell the difference over the IRC... but the surprise factor for me was that he'd always been such a nice decent guy (unlike your typical Hormonally Charged adoslecent teenager) till the time when I lost touch with him; that being Junior College. (When the "gal" element comes into play. Not that I'm complaining mind you. Heh.) Anyway I decided after a while that he'd changed a lot and put him on my /ignore list. Yes, there is a reason for the forward slash. Couple of days later I was talking to one of our mutual acquaintances and I expressed my shock that he'd changed so much and I was told that it was because he'd "Grown Up".
Yes. Grown Up. Somehow I'd never really pictured grown ups as crude foul-mouthed people who ****ed everyone they saw on sight and acted like your average zoo specimen with a gastrointestinal tract infection. True, "grown ups" backstab each other in the workplace and struggle to climb over each other to get to the top of the corporate ladder... On stabbing and struggling... hmm.... nevermind. The POINT is that they do it with at least a tad of decency. I mean, there's even a Thank You in Wham Bam Thank You Mam. Sorry. Couldn't resist. Mature people, and heaven knows, everyone adult MUST be mature in order to become a CEO, Senior Executive, Brigadier General or what have you simply DO NOT SWEAR. At least in theory. And in public. Maybe in bedrooms. :Þ That's a face read sideways for all you swah-khoo (Singaporean slang for country-bumpkin) people out there.
But you know, that's not how it turns out in practice in Singapore, or for that matter, the rest of the World I'd expect. Every other movie you see turned out for "mature audiences" has several if not many expletives in it. Not that that's such a bad thing. Sometimes it's funny, and sometimes it emphasises something. It's rather laughable watching a Rambo-flick on another country's (which shall remain unnamed) airwaves which we can receive in Singapore and hearing every third word censored out when the movie's about _soldiers_ for God's sake... people who kill and swear for a living... Actually, it's more than laughable. It's downright irritating. Just the other day I was out shopping and witnessed a little scene involving a petite twentysomething female (with attached toddler) and a grouchy-looking fourtysomething male. I think they'd bumped into each other or something and were both threatening to sue each other to death. In the end, the growing crowd of security guards gathering about them convinced them to break it up and the guy stalked off with a black look on his face... so much for being a gentleman you'd say... but the um... lady stood there staring after the guy and started swearing "go away you ***hole don't let me catch you walking my way again ****ard" which came as quite a shock. I dunno. Maybe that's just the way my generation is headed. Maybe I have to grow up to appreciate the grace and tact with which she handled the situation. Funny thing is I'd always presumed that I'd missed the loud-mouthed swearing stage that the all other teenaged guys went through and gone straight to the Adult Stage (haha... call it the pupal stage between larva and adult) but apparently I was wrong and I (according to that very perceptive "friend" of mine) simply haven't grown up yet.
Yet another day sometime back someone labelled another acquintance of mine a "faggot" with "femine ways". (Let's not go into detail) Upon investigation, I found out that his "femine ways" were simply not swearing and acting macho and stuff. In other words, he's just another one of that dying breed of nice guys out there. Before I continue, I'd like to say that YES I'm a perfectly Straight hotblooded male and I think Courteney Cox and Claudia Schiffer are Sooooo Fine (heh I'm really tempted to put links to their pages...) no matter WHAT has been said about me... which in retrospect, although nothing's ever been said to my face, I'm beginning to wonder about. As for gals and my personal life... well.... that's personal. Huh. :) Back to my point. I think it's pretty damn unfair that guys be labelled as queer and fagotty just because they don't swear and do all the bear-walk and other macho crap. But heck... that's life I guess. It happens.
Okay. That's all for today folks. Take a good long look at all that "what's this page about" and "who I am" crap cos' it'll be gone by tomorrow. Hate my page? Not enough pictures? Keep it to yourself. I'm not interested. How many of you actually read the words on your friends' homepages anyway. I bet most of you just go straight to the "my class" link to see if there're any cute gals you missed back then. Actually, I *AM* interested in what those of you who know me think, and I may actually put in a "scratch on my wall" page someday. If I ever get around to it. (Incidentally, this page was created entirely using Netscape 3.01Gold and took a total of 30min to come into being.)
Those of you who aren't back yet or aren't coming back : miss u guys. Hope I meet you again someday in the future. As for the rest of you Singaporean lot whom I've lost contact with (gee, I've been quite adept at that in retrospect) give me a call or email sometime, yah?
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