CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP!
why! why in the farkin hell did they assign me to this farkin bloody nonsensical place? did they just farkin create that bloody place so as to show ppl that we are given a chance to be on the ground instead of our usual 9 to 5 desk job?? did they create it to show others that we are capable of leading? farkin chee bye lah that bloody mother effing post is not even a ground post and yet they insist that it is. those son of bitches lying bastards.
i farking well know that i dint farking chose that place and yet they sent me there. and as if sending me to that god forsaken place which i farking did not wan to go is not enuff, that place they farkin took the liberty to send me to is bloody hell far from my house. THANKS ALOT SCUMS! fark your muthas to hell! fark them into bloody oblivion!
no amount of farkin profanity can express how deep my fury is at this farkin moment.
i am so sick of my own life. everything i wan, i won't get. those farkers always told me to "think positively", "be optimistic", "think on the bright side", "look at things from a different perspective". well fark them all to hell and fark them a million times over; thru their eyes, ears, nostrils and fark them with a bloody lance with spiked ends. rip their insides out those motherfucking bunch of farkin liars. i am so bloody disgusted by postivity when all it nets me are negativity. my fantasies nvr materialised but some of my bloody nightmares does.
farkin chee bye, this bloody world is nvr fair and it will farkin stay that bloody way. farkers like me shud jus accept life as it is and stop grumbling. "hey, thats wrong. your life is in your hands. you craft the chapters in your life. you determine your destiny, no one else." whoever says that deserve to be fark till the cow comes home and i will farkin impale him with a spiked flail myself.
wake up and face the farking cold bloody reality. u can farkin bluff and delude yourself by telling yourself "yes, i will work hard. i will work doubly hard." but in the farkin end, if someone bigger than you thinks otherwise then its all over for you. even certain circumstances can force u to give up the life of your dreams because no matter how hard u work, how motivated you are how inspired you are, all your farkin efforts will be in vain because of farkin reality. so dun give me those bullshit abt how my life is in my hands. i will fark you right thru your eye!
counting down: it doesnt farkin matter anymore. life is but a fleeting moment that farking arent worth paying attention to.
October 29, 2007
October 28, 2007
I completed the 15km Real Run in 1hour 19minutes and 19 seconds today. It is 4 minutes slower than the mock timing which I ran last monday in HTA but I have no complaints because I made it below my 1hour 20minutes aim haha.
The sun, sand and sea felt so great as I ran past them! I am so in love with the wide open spaces of Changi Coast Road.
Some of the uncles running were damn zai. They even took the liberty to overtake me! People like them deserve respect, senior yet fit and sturdy.
In any case, a sense of accomplishment pulsed through every single vein and artillery(...) in my body when I crossed the finishing line. I think I did ok for my first quarter marathon hehe.
Counting down: 1+ days to passing out!
The sun, sand and sea felt so great as I ran past them! I am so in love with the wide open spaces of Changi Coast Road.
Some of the uncles running were damn zai. They even took the liberty to overtake me! People like them deserve respect, senior yet fit and sturdy.
In any case, a sense of accomplishment pulsed through every single vein and artillery(...) in my body when I crossed the finishing line. I think I did ok for my first quarter marathon hehe.
Counting down: 1+ days to passing out!
October 27, 2007
Walk-out walk-out walk-out day!
Today is our last walk-out day from Home Team Academy.
As with the past few days, we rehearsed our passing out parade today as well.
We will now be waiting for the arrival of Commander of Training Command.
Hormat commander! Hormat senja-ta!
We will now be waiting for the arrival of Commissioner of Police.
Hormat Police! Hormat senja-ta!
We will now be waiting for the arrival of the reviewing officer.
Hormat panglima! Hormat senja-ta!
The reviewing officer will now be inspecting the parade.
Inspection over.
Trainees that have done well during their training in TRACOM will be awarded...
I have been going through all these procedures continuosly for the past few days to the extent that I will even think about them when I reach my orgasm after copulating with a certain voluptious and seductious female. Maybe thats not a very apt analogy but you guys know what I am talking about.
To put it in nicer terms, the parade procedures are already boiled melon rotten ripe to me already. Hehe.
Today's rehearsal was vetted by our Commanding Officer Leadership Training and Fitness, Superintendent of Police Bernie Ho. Yesterday's was by Deputy Commander Training Command, Superintendent of Police Tan Chong Hee. Both Superintendents were satisfied with our parade generally though they also pinpointed out some segments which we could further improved on.
At night, we had our farewell nite dinner at the mess hall with the rest of the police officers that will be passing out together with us. Let's just say that the dinner wasn't exactly very enjoyable. There still exists some traces of animousity between us and them. The food contributed largely to the unpleasantness of the dinner as well. Our rice was cold and the keropoke we had became chewy (lose wind). Even our initially cold drinks became warm. It appears that our food was served nicely on the table half an hour before we arrived at the mess hall. We were expecting some good food considering that it was our farewell dinner. Even though we didn't get what we expected, we got a surprise. Shitty food again! We can always depend on CIAS Enterprises to provide the lousiest quality of food for our money. (E.g. If you pay $5, you will get the worst kind of food which $5 can buy).
I am eating Maggi Mee Chicken Tanmien as I wam blogging.
The 2 diamonds will come soon. Mwahaha!
Counting down: 3 more days to passing out.
Today is our last walk-out day from Home Team Academy.
As with the past few days, we rehearsed our passing out parade today as well.
We will now be waiting for the arrival of Commander of Training Command.
Hormat commander! Hormat senja-ta!
We will now be waiting for the arrival of Commissioner of Police.
Hormat Police! Hormat senja-ta!
We will now be waiting for the arrival of the reviewing officer.
Hormat panglima! Hormat senja-ta!
The reviewing officer will now be inspecting the parade.
Inspection over.
Trainees that have done well during their training in TRACOM will be awarded...
I have been going through all these procedures continuosly for the past few days to the extent that I will even think about them when I reach my orgasm after copulating with a certain voluptious and seductious female. Maybe thats not a very apt analogy but you guys know what I am talking about.
To put it in nicer terms, the parade procedures are already boiled melon rotten ripe to me already. Hehe.
Today's rehearsal was vetted by our Commanding Officer Leadership Training and Fitness, Superintendent of Police Bernie Ho. Yesterday's was by Deputy Commander Training Command, Superintendent of Police Tan Chong Hee. Both Superintendents were satisfied with our parade generally though they also pinpointed out some segments which we could further improved on.
At night, we had our farewell nite dinner at the mess hall with the rest of the police officers that will be passing out together with us. Let's just say that the dinner wasn't exactly very enjoyable. There still exists some traces of animousity between us and them. The food contributed largely to the unpleasantness of the dinner as well. Our rice was cold and the keropoke we had became chewy (lose wind). Even our initially cold drinks became warm. It appears that our food was served nicely on the table half an hour before we arrived at the mess hall. We were expecting some good food considering that it was our farewell dinner. Even though we didn't get what we expected, we got a surprise. Shitty food again! We can always depend on CIAS Enterprises to provide the lousiest quality of food for our money. (E.g. If you pay $5, you will get the worst kind of food which $5 can buy).
I am eating Maggi Mee Chicken Tanmien as I wam blogging.
The 2 diamonds will come soon. Mwahaha!
Counting down: 3 more days to passing out.
October 25, 2007
Tonight, OCT 2 and OCT3 held a farewell party for us OCT1.
Seven months ago, our military NS life were abruptly terminated. I, along with 39 other lucky Privates, were suddenly entrusted with the responsibility to become senior police officers. We entered Home Team Academy as total strangers and now, we would be passing out together as the Guard of Honour next Tuesday.
How time flies.
Soon, each and every one of us will be posted to the various departments of the Singapore Police Force; some might see each other again in their postings while some might be the only one in the place where he is posted to. But, the 46th batch of OCT will never be the same again. These few days might very well be the last few days which we are together as a squad.
Once we embarked on our new NS journies, we will each be busy with our own stuff. Getting together as a whole squad again will be difficult, if not, unlikely. Perhaps some of us might still keep in contact but most often than not, we simply just move on.
The 46th batch of OCT, everything we did, will be shelved away in a corner of our minds. Ten, twenty years down the road, we might reminisce the times we spent in the Academy. We might remember our Chairman. We might recall our joker. We might remember the water wars. We might remember our Course Manager.
We might forget everything.
Nothing gold stays forever. Perhaps that is an irrefutable truth of life.
Seven months ago, our military NS life were abruptly terminated. I, along with 39 other lucky Privates, were suddenly entrusted with the responsibility to become senior police officers. We entered Home Team Academy as total strangers and now, we would be passing out together as the Guard of Honour next Tuesday.
How time flies.
Soon, each and every one of us will be posted to the various departments of the Singapore Police Force; some might see each other again in their postings while some might be the only one in the place where he is posted to. But, the 46th batch of OCT will never be the same again. These few days might very well be the last few days which we are together as a squad.
Once we embarked on our new NS journies, we will each be busy with our own stuff. Getting together as a whole squad again will be difficult, if not, unlikely. Perhaps some of us might still keep in contact but most often than not, we simply just move on.
The 46th batch of OCT, everything we did, will be shelved away in a corner of our minds. Ten, twenty years down the road, we might reminisce the times we spent in the Academy. We might remember our Chairman. We might recall our joker. We might remember the water wars. We might remember our Course Manager.
We might forget everything.
Nothing gold stays forever. Perhaps that is an irrefutable truth of life.
October 22, 2007
We spent the whole day today rehearsing for our passing out parade. It was so exhausting.
We kept doing the same thing over and over again; marching in, marching out, hormat senjata, durone senjata, slow march, fast march etc. Not forgetting to mention the countless minutes we have to stand still to simulate the reviewing officer's speech, waiting for the arrival of the guest of honor.
When there is really a reviewing officer up on the stage speaking, it didn't feel that long and unbearable because at the very least, the speech provide some form of distraction for us. When we just stood there, keeping darn still, pretending that there is an imaginary reviewing officer speaking to us, time seem to stand still along with us as well.
We also had to endure the constand shoutings and yellings from our instructors who would not hesitate to blast through the microphone at us if we were to make any unacceptable mistake (e.g moving while at sir dee ya position).
Guards of Honour...
Anyway, I started watching Jikoku Shoujo. It was somewhat occultish as I expected.
The anime is a series of short stories and each story describes the suffering of a different individual caused by one or more antagonists. A website know as "Hotline to Hell" may only be accessed at midnight by those who wishes to exact his vengeance upon his tormentors. Once someone submit the name of his tormentors on the website, the Jikoku Shoujo will appear before him. Upon the victim's (the one that submitted the name) consent, Jikoku Shoujo will send the tormentor to hell immediately.
But there is no free lunch in this world. In return, the victim will have to pay a heavy price. When the victim
Talk about revenge is a dish best served cold.
Counting down: 7 more days to passing out.
We kept doing the same thing over and over again; marching in, marching out, hormat senjata, durone senjata, slow march, fast march etc. Not forgetting to mention the countless minutes we have to stand still to simulate the reviewing officer's speech, waiting for the arrival of the guest of honor.
When there is really a reviewing officer up on the stage speaking, it didn't feel that long and unbearable because at the very least, the speech provide some form of distraction for us. When we just stood there, keeping darn still, pretending that there is an imaginary reviewing officer speaking to us, time seem to stand still along with us as well.
We also had to endure the constand shoutings and yellings from our instructors who would not hesitate to blast through the microphone at us if we were to make any unacceptable mistake (e.g moving while at sir dee ya position).
Guards of Honour...
Anyway, I started watching Jikoku Shoujo. It was somewhat occultish as I expected.
The anime is a series of short stories and each story describes the suffering of a different individual caused by one or more antagonists. A website know as "Hotline to Hell" may only be accessed at midnight by those who wishes to exact his vengeance upon his tormentors. Once someone submit the name of his tormentors on the website, the Jikoku Shoujo will appear before him. Upon the victim's (the one that submitted the name) consent, Jikoku Shoujo will send the tormentor to hell immediately.
But there is no free lunch in this world. In return, the victim will have to pay a heavy price. When the victim
Talk about revenge is a dish best served cold.
Counting down: 7 more days to passing out.
October 21, 2007
Goodness gracious me, I can't believe it!
I found a song which I have been looking for the past decade! No joke! I am so elated.
Its called "I saved the world today" by Eurythmics. The last time I heard it was when I was still a primary school kid. It was playing on the radio in a KFC outlet at Novena Ville. I was eating with my small aunt, my younger cousin and my elder cousin.
Mesmerized by the tune at that time, I sang the chorus, with my mouth full of Zinger burger, repeatedly. It was so enchanting...
"Hey hey I saved the world today.
Everybody is happy now, the bad things' gone away.
Everybody is happy now, the good things' here to stay.
Please let it stay..."
...until my cousin snapped me back to reality. Apparently she got disgusted by seeing the crunched up burger in my mouth and scolded me. I can still remember her words: "OEI! Eating sing what sing!". That shut me up.
How nolstagic.
10 years down the road. That KFC outlet has already closed down. My cousin who scolded me is already married. I am already 19. How time flies...
Anyway, I am not the only one that found some good stuff tonight.
My buddy Wedgie finally found an anime website which has "Jikoku Shoujo" (literally "Hell Girl") on it after searching for the past week. It was recommended by me initially for its occult-ness. Yes, I am interested in the occult; so is my buddy.
The first few episodes are quite nice according to him. I am gonna watch it soon too.
Counting down: 8 more days to passing out.
I found a song which I have been looking for the past decade! No joke! I am so elated.
Its called "I saved the world today" by Eurythmics. The last time I heard it was when I was still a primary school kid. It was playing on the radio in a KFC outlet at Novena Ville. I was eating with my small aunt, my younger cousin and my elder cousin.
Mesmerized by the tune at that time, I sang the chorus, with my mouth full of Zinger burger, repeatedly. It was so enchanting...
"Hey hey I saved the world today.
Everybody is happy now, the bad things' gone away.
Everybody is happy now, the good things' here to stay.
Please let it stay..."
...until my cousin snapped me back to reality. Apparently she got disgusted by seeing the crunched up burger in my mouth and scolded me. I can still remember her words: "OEI! Eating sing what sing!". That shut me up.
How nolstagic.
10 years down the road. That KFC outlet has already closed down. My cousin who scolded me is already married. I am already 19. How time flies...
Anyway, I am not the only one that found some good stuff tonight.
My buddy Wedgie finally found an anime website which has "Jikoku Shoujo" (literally "Hell Girl") on it after searching for the past week. It was recommended by me initially for its occult-ness. Yes, I am interested in the occult; so is my buddy.
The first few episodes are quite nice according to him. I am gonna watch it soon too.
Counting down: 8 more days to passing out.
October 19, 2007
Unbelievable! I've lost weight!
This Disney t-shirt used to be a tight fit for me but when I wore it today for the first time since January, it fits me like a slightly oversized t-shirt!
This proves that I have lost weight and along with it, my muscle mass! Argh!
The continuous running incorporated into my physical training program and the CMI mess food played a large part in the degeneration of my muscular physique.
The police force stole my masculinity from me!
I want ma muscles back!
This Disney t-shirt used to be a tight fit for me but when I wore it today for the first time since January, it fits me like a slightly oversized t-shirt!
This proves that I have lost weight and along with it, my muscle mass! Argh!
The continuous running incorporated into my physical training program and the CMI mess food played a large part in the degeneration of my muscular physique.
The police force stole my masculinity from me!
I want ma muscles back!
October 16, 2007
"Every time after school during my junior college days, I would walk down Bartley Road to the bus stop next to Thomson Road. From there, I would take bus service number “131” home.
Every time I want to watch a movie, I would take bus service number “131” to the Shaw Plaza cinemas at Balestier Road. Along the way, I would pass by Thomson Medical Centre, Novena Square and United Square.
I passed by those buildings again today, not as a student going home on a bus, not as a civilian going out to have fun but as a police officer patrolling the streets in a police car.
A police officer with a mission; to eradicate crime and strike fear in all those that are inclined to criminal activities."
All right, the above paragraph was meant to be on this blog about one week ago on the 5th of October but I was lazy to type it then. Never mind never mind, it made it here today. You guys read it so I guess its fine.
Anyway its the introductory paragraph for my attachment report in case you are all wondering what the fish am I typing about. I was attached to Tanglin Police Division from the 5th to the 14th of October as part of my training for National Service Probationary Inspector.
We had a Scenario Based Training this morning. The squad was divided into two groups, the role players and the police officers. The role players would create trouble and the police officers were to attend to the scene of incident. This SBT further reinforces what I have already learnt during my attachment.
A police officer must really expect the unexpected. We do not have a single universal guideline on how to attend to cases. All cases are different and unique by itself. Therefore, it is imperative for us to have a flexible mind, initiative and foresight. We must also remember the 3 "C"s - Cool, Calm and Collected because as police officers, we must be in control of the situation and not let the situation control us. This can happen only when we have a clear thinking mind.
Then again, I don't think I am gonna sign on. So I guess it doesn't matter.
Every time I want to watch a movie, I would take bus service number “131” to the Shaw Plaza cinemas at Balestier Road. Along the way, I would pass by Thomson Medical Centre, Novena Square and United Square.
I passed by those buildings again today, not as a student going home on a bus, not as a civilian going out to have fun but as a police officer patrolling the streets in a police car.
A police officer with a mission; to eradicate crime and strike fear in all those that are inclined to criminal activities."
All right, the above paragraph was meant to be on this blog about one week ago on the 5th of October but I was lazy to type it then. Never mind never mind, it made it here today. You guys read it so I guess its fine.
Anyway its the introductory paragraph for my attachment report in case you are all wondering what the fish am I typing about. I was attached to Tanglin Police Division from the 5th to the 14th of October as part of my training for National Service Probationary Inspector.
We had a Scenario Based Training this morning. The squad was divided into two groups, the role players and the police officers. The role players would create trouble and the police officers were to attend to the scene of incident. This SBT further reinforces what I have already learnt during my attachment.
A police officer must really expect the unexpected. We do not have a single universal guideline on how to attend to cases. All cases are different and unique by itself. Therefore, it is imperative for us to have a flexible mind, initiative and foresight. We must also remember the 3 "C"s - Cool, Calm and Collected because as police officers, we must be in control of the situation and not let the situation control us. This can happen only when we have a clear thinking mind.
Then again, I don't think I am gonna sign on. So I guess it doesn't matter.
October 14, 2007
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