Service to the Nation.

Now. I'm in National Service, I'm a combat conscript and I want to serve the nation.

Instead of posting me to somewhere I would be more competent in a better "combat" vocation, I'm stuck in a some slacking "service" vocation where I simply do the same things everyday without any possibilities of any improvements in its intelligence quality workload.

I wish I could do more better things than doing just peanuts stuff without any recognition from anyone other than "Well done. You did a great job today, just like anyother days."

Zero satisfaction. Negative achievements.

Doing peanuts stuff is making my brain going downsize to pea as well as making me going nuts. My brains are virtually rotting through time.

God, please send someone to save me!

Save me from the insanity before its too late!

Xp

Down...

These weekdays... I'm very bored, sian and damn tired deep in my heart. Totally down on my mood... Needed something or someone to cheer me up. Or something else to keep me occupy to keep my mind off my dumb job!

Been busy with my peanuts work. And I'm starting to hate it.

Hate it because its too simple. Its lacking in intelligent challenge. It is repeative. If they want someone that "intelligent" to do this stupid job, they should hire a robot.

The job is basically either physical work as well as mental stress to wait... wait with boredom... waiting for time to pass...

A robot they are recommended and they should hire. I'm not a robot.

I'm human. I have ambitions. I want to achieve something of significance.

Had to report for work as early these weekedays, as early as 6.30am. The only problem was with transportation. The bus I normally took to work started only at 6.30am.

So I've decided to book-in and try to stay-in for that few days.

But I've failed... But I didn't regret it, one bit.

I didn't book in during Sunday, but booked-in the next early morning hours of Monday instead, taking the cab with the midnight surcharge still on. The only unlucky thing about this was that, everything was not right on that day.

I forgot there was no scheduled work for that day. No roll-call (a short ceremony to report for duty) that was on 6.30am. But then I got work, but then, again, a stupid fallen tree fell into the road track of the way to the range where most of the company was going to start the day...

So the heavens made fun of us, we all went to work darn early in the morning, and all it took was that fallen tree, to make us start late, like the usual times... That defeated the purpose of coming to work... early...

And I wasted my cab fare for that day.

But still, I went home for dinner before I came back to my company line, to sleep.

And so I slept at the company line for the night. I had no feelings for the bed, absolutely no sense of belonging. I had a hard time sleeping that night, with the strength of the ceiling fan low in the middle of a relatively warm night.

I couldn't increase the strength of the fan, as two men from other platoon were also in the same bunk. They smoked in the bunk (an openly allowed illegal act done by many). They talked on their handphones to their respective girlfriends over midnight.

And so the conditions to sleep in there was unbearable. I couldn't sleep well. I don't think I've even slept.

But I got my revenge on the two guys, not on purpose, with my cough.

The totalled bad conditions of heat and lingering smoke of the newly opened but unmaintained dusty bunk made my nasal cavities run with mucus, and the mucus flowed into my throat and lungs, that induced my relatively serious coughs that made me sound like a TB patient.

So I couldn't sleep well. I bet the other two men didn't too.

Karma. Ha ha.

Then it was another day of work, with a whole day of drizzles and rain. The nice cool day made me even more sleepier after a restless night. The bad weather also caused me to go back to the company line late. Very late.

I couldn't bear with the ill-conditions in the current work progress in camp any more. The only comforting thing now then was home. So I still went back
home despite that I'm late booking-out.

But this time, it is different. I stayed home for the night. I didn't want to stay and sleep in camp anymore. I've decided to sleep in my cosy bed for better, quality sleep, even thought the quantity wasn't enough.

But I know its all worth it. Even though, I had to pay for the next morning expensive cab trip back to camp in the early hours still with the surcharge.

Same thiong, I took cab, this morning. But I've finally learned that I can go take a cab at a slightly later time, without the surcharge.

I realised, money isn't that important. Only three things are, a comforting home, a better sleep and that great feeling of being freed from that sickening camp I deem as my workplace, a sort of freedom I must get.

I don't mix work with my personal life. Absolutely no mixing.

: /

Hatred at Work.

Yesterday, Friday. There's gonna be so much anger in this blog but I managed to curb it and write this blog as objective as I possibly can.

As most of my blog watchers know, I've been working with a bastard.

And an incident happened on yesterday Friday which ultimately labelled him as my "enemy" at work. From now on, I'll take very cautious hostility and distrust on this highhanded person, named Shahril.

I'll not provoke him, but if he did, I'll write his misdeeds into reports file. Till one fine day he really pisses me off...!

... Then he'll be in for a rocky ride in his NSF days... I'll submit this file, full of his reports to my higher superiors. I may not be good at live arguments, but I make very good official black-and-whites enough to prove my innocence!

----- Here's the report:

This incident happened at around 1630HRS on 220705, Friday, when we were all about to go back to our camp from our work at the range.

Along with my men from my ASG platoon, we were instructed to pick up lost RAIs catridges of about 400-500 of 9mm Luger calibre. But due to the small physical size and appearance of the expended catridges, they were difficult to find in the grass patch od the open range of Nee Soon Open Range II.

After some time, the search for the RAIs was called off by our PC and platoon 2IC.

So, we returned all the expended catridges we got.

Unsatisfied with our collected results, Shahril, our Ammo Officer as well as our Platoon-in-Charge (IC, or PS), asked me in which I seriously thought it was a joke, in which he asked me why I didn't continue search for the remaining expended catridges in an impractical way, like crawling on the grass patch to feel for the catridges or something like that.

So I joked to him as I grinned, "Aiyah, you might as well ask me to get a metal detector and comb the area..."

As soon as I speak finish my sentence, he touches and flicked my nose so forcefully, that his hand also flicked off an expended catridge that was in my right hand, while the catridge flew off into a nearby drain.

(All these events were under the witness of my officer, 2LT Iskandar.)

Then Shahril said angrily, "You think this is funny is it?! Huh! You happy that I can't finish collect all the RAIs, so I go back late is it?!"

(What's with going back a bit late as an appointed Ammo Officer which is an expected event, while I was most of the time being an Ammo Escort, going back almost every single day since the last two weeks, especially when its your turn to be an Ammo Escort but you're not there or you just want to avoid being one!)

Then I replied in shock, "Hey! Relaxed lah?! I was joking with you only what! Why take it so seriously?"

Then, Sharil shot off his mouth some more but I didn't bother to hear anymore, as I already turned away to load up the items we brought to the range into the tonner to pack up back to camp. I wanted to avoid further clashing with him anymore.

I was a bit angry and agitated for Sharil's illogical outburst then.

My officer came to pat my back to try and calm my emotions down and told me, "Nevermind lah, Jeffery. Chill ah, chill."

So I tried to stay calm as it was a Friday weekend and I was booking out soon, I do not wish to spoil my own mood.

----- End-of-Report.

So how do you think of my situation? He's really a bastard isn't he?

Love the Sinners!

Yesterday, Tuesday evening. I went my very first R21-rated movie, Sin City. It is a noir novel film from Frank Miller.

Miller definitely sound familiar to me.

And yes it certainly did, an answer I long search in my mind. What was that fluid-head camera tripod other than the other camera tripod brands like Silk and Manfrotto?

Ah... The answer is Miller.

Lol. I know this has no link to the novelist's name, but it just something I wanted to know and have realised till then.

Anyway, I went to watch the movie with Vel, along with her best friend (if I'm not wrong), Gen, and Gen's boyfriend Jay (If I didn't spell wrongly) , and last but not least, another friend of hers I met already at the Baybeats, the Englishman, David.

Surprisingly, we wore clothings with colours relateing to the movie theme colours, which are mainly in black, white, grey and red. Gen and Jay wore white, while Vel and me wore black. David was the odd one wearing grey.

What a coincidence. Or maybe because because we're all rock lovers? These classic colours are rock lovers' favourite?

How I feel about the movie?

I love it!

The over-lapping stories in the movie base in Sin City are nice and smooth. The killings of people in Sin City are grotesque and artistically gore.

Blood spew like splashing paint. It is definitely sadistic and lame in the ways the characters in the film are killed, but that I find dark humour in it.

And I laughed... Muahahaha!

They reminded me of my days in my poly-days of what I imagine I would to to my 3D characters. It is an enjoyment of "death". Some things just have to die, I say.

But really, the film is worth dying to watch!

The film visual art is just too much of a real, good art itself to be modified on anything!

Baybeats 2005.

Yesterday, Sunday evening. I finally be able go for Singapore's biggest gig event of the year, Baybeats 2005! I went there with my cousin Vel, along with her other friends.

But its a pity we went there quite late. The gig show started at 4pm. But I went there at 6pm, while the rest reached at around 7.

The whole gig whole was no to bad. But something is amiss I felt. Maybe I'm a bit feeling uneasy with Vel's friends, as they're all band musicians, talking about their common interests.

I just felt a bit out of place.

However I did quite enjoy the whole gig. I like the beats alot. Especially the ones from the famous local band, Electrico. I was prepared to jump and dance to the beats, but I restrained myself.

Becos' I'm scared that Vel and her friends will think I'm crazy if I did my moves to much, even though I knew I can be one crazy nut when I want to be.

Lol.

But the wild thingy inside me was bubbling me up like I'm a champagne! I was going to pop anytime!

But luckily, that cork is still in my head.

:P

Choice.

Yesterday, Saturday. A fruitful Saturday. There's full of different events offered to me, So I had the luxury to choose.

One was another club-out suggested by Chee Keong at the MoMo Club, but I went with him to club at ChinaBlack just last night! So I rejected it.

Another was Banu's birthday party (but her birthday was three months ago...), which I did promised to go but in the end I didn't go. It was simply because my friends was heading there at a very late timing, all the way to the east in Changi for the party at a chalet I deem ulu (isolated).

I didn't want to go because I didn't want to go home damn late again, because I knew I'll be damn tired the next day. Moreover, I didn't know what presents to buy or even bought it. So I didn't go, at all.

So I went to the mahjong session with Huiyan, Shiling and Ros, whom I rejected to have a session with, initially.

But luckily I go.

I was the big winner!

Muahahahaha!

Smack my Forehead...!

Yesterday, Friday evening. Finally got the chance to meet this koo-koo best friend of mine after his comeback from Taiwan. he is none other than the fast tougue, Elvin.

But sadly, he left for overseas, again, today for his hell in the jungles of Brunei to become a survivor. Not only him, all my friends whom I know in OCS are going into this jungle confidence course of honour. Hopefully, they'll survive it.

Anyway, back to my Friday meet with Elvin. I planned to have a dinner with him at Plaza Singapura's la Cafe Cartel. And I was hoping to eat my long missing St. Louis Pork Ribs.

The dinner mood was quite ruined by him. I'll tell you what later.

Next, after the dinner, I was going to club. I asked him to join me, so that we could join Chee Keong, another common friend of ours, to club at ChinaBlack, which was having free entry.

But sadly, Elvin's miser ethics acted up again.

Here's what.

Elvin, being conservative, had always been a thrifty person in spending his money. But sometimes, he simply spoils the mood of enjoying something by being a miser.

First, he ate his dinner at home, hence, he ate only snacks at the restaurant.

Second, when he's at the club, he declared himself not to spend a single cent at the club and all he wanted is to observe the surrounding clubbers like animals. I do respect his decision of not to drink when I offered him one. But his miser ethics made me wanna slap his face sometimes.

Sometimes, I really hate to talking to this guy. I just can't get some things into his head.

I'm not teaching him to be evil. I'm teaching how to be more open and less conservative. And not be such a wet blanket.

(=.=)|||

Working with Bastards.

Recently everyday. I have been working hard everyday. And I'm starting to get a bit sick of my job. Getting sick of not only about doing the same things everyday, but also facing some bastards.

On Tueday, I was even staying in camp overnight some more because I've regimented duty of being a Company Orderly Sergeant or COS).

I was pretty tired then, especially when I was going back home late because I was also appointed as an ammo escort almost every single day since last Friday. Only till today I'm not an ammo escort. Becos' I'm so sick of being an ammo escort, I've to waiver some directives, to appoint one of my men to be the ammo escort, which is not right.

It was not suppose to be me everyday.

At some days, when it was to be my bastard "platoon sergeant" or "PS" (the bastard's name is called Shahril) turn to become an ammo ascort, he rejects and tell me to do it!

I really resent this. But I didn't bother to argue with him more cos' we always don't have the time too. The ammo escort always have to leave the camp early to do his job.

Fucking bastard loh. I never see him do ammo escort appointment before, unlike other platoons' PS!

Here's the other problems relating to the issue of why I'm always an ammo escort. As the local directives says it should be specialist ranked 3SG and above to be doing the appointment. But as there were only 3 specialists, Shahril, Hazli and me, in my platoon, hence it is always difficult to get one of us to become an ammo escort as it is an unwelcomed appointment, which is potentially going back to camp later than most others. Sometimes, one of the others will become an ammo officer, so in the end, its the other either two becoming the ammo escort.

But all it take is the bloody PS to chao keng, the rest of the two of us specialist will have to take up either of his job, when it suppose to be him!

He always chao keng and takes MC or report sick but he's fine the next day!

And yesterday, he took an interview with the army manpower to be absorb into the regular service but in fact, he just to treat it as a day off from work!

How can I respect such a bloody fool and a living bastard as my superior?!

Curse him! May he get into trouble!

.V.'''

Quad Heroes.

Yesterday, Friday evening. I went to watch Fantastic Four the movie yesterday with my friends, Kent, Andhika and Joseph.

Together, we form the great circle of four for a taste for pool. Yup, that's right, they are my pool kakis. They were also my another circle of movie friends. Finally, we four could get together but surprisingly not for pool.

Anyway, about the movie, I find it pretty average for a superhero movie. You know get into some amazing thing, get superpowers and defeat the evil. Not much of an emotional play on the heroes themselves I feel.

The only THING I feel, is for Ben, who became The "Poor" Thing after his cosmic encounter, losing his beloved girlfriend and was seen like a freak in the society, even though he's a hero...

Other than that, nothing much of a surprise.

Hmmm... The Fantastic Four... Reminds me of the really FANTASTIC 4 playing mahjong... Lol!

Classic Sci-Fi!

Yesterday, Sunday night. I went to watch the new movie lead acted by Tom Cruise, which is the War of the Worlds. But I'm definitely not to see Tom.

The main attraction that lured me to watch it was that the movie is adapted from a classic sci-fi storybook by H.G. Wells, which I did have my reservations on H.G. Wells stories made into movies, as it is known to me that it could be somewhat anti-climax (like the previous movie, The Time Machine).

(But in the end, the story's ending is still, anti-climax, a solution to the ending that pop out so easily and yet it is out of no where.)

But the best bait about the movie was that it was directed by Steven Spielberg, who always have that affinity in directing with the unknown like of aliens and the sci-fi.



Spielberg's art on such are definitely well-known. From his E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial to his M.I.B. Men In Black movies, he is always successful in playing with the human's desire to find creatures from somewhere out of this world that is as intelligent us, or even more, and hence create a kind of pop art in those of his movies, especially dealing with the UNKNOWN, like aliens from outer space.

In this movie, he certainly did his best into bring out this desire to the audience and yet, preserved the original artistic taste of H.G. Wells' depiction of the horrific disaster that landed on the human race that we sub-conciously feared.

I say this movie is pretty well done.

They're already here. There's nothing that can stop them... Except themselves...

Zhong Guo Hei!




The nite before yesterday, Friday. Its been quite some time (actually about two months) I've went clubbing. Clubbing is certainly a nice where to socialise with the old, and getting to know the new, friends.

So I was in my usual clubbing house, ChinaBlack, during the night before yesterday.

Initially the plans with my friends, CK and Eddie, was to head for Zouk. I was late, so I took a cab, but I was the idot to reach there first instead.

Having some intel from another friend relating to us who was already inside Zouk, he told us that the place wasn't that happening yet. So we decided to head for Black, ChinaBlack.

It was certainly good that we change the place to club, other that I pitied myself that I wasted the cab fare to Zouk, the rest at ChinaBlack was cool.

The crowd was happening. Great mix of males, and definitely, for all likings of most guys, girls. Music was not that bad, except I'm sick with some I've heard before again and again at the club.

But not bad though, the ambience that night is still happening and quite fun...

At the entrance, I first meet up with Eddie. Then met up with girl, a friend's of Eddie's, who was so unluckily being tagged along and bugged by a guy, an admirer of her's.

The poor girl friend seem quite desperately needed our company to escape from the "clutches" of her admirer, whom I think given her some fright when she was supposely "hugged" unwillingly when the plumb guy declared his likeness for her.

Initially, I didn't know why she was sticking around with us when I thought she was going to meet some of her other friends. I only knew this story a bit later.

I just felt that she was a poor thing, especially when Eddie didn't wanted to help her out just by keeping her company, even though I know Eddie didn't wish to interfere with oher people's relationship problem.

But of course, we also know, we're not asking Eddie to marry her, right?

Anyway, the girl left quietly without a word...

Weel, let's just hope that admirer of hers would get the the "idea" and give up!

Guys, girls dislike guys who just don't get the "idea"! So wise up!