Dumping Ground for Diverse Dictus Thoughts of Me
Well, after 12 mental challenging weeks, countless of assessments, battles with the Z monsters, learning, adapting & dealing with one another, its time to go. Its been fun getting to know each other, and the experiences learnt hopefully will not be forgotten.
As usual, I start out from home early in the morning. Here I see the sunrise.
Continue reading ‘Parting ATT-12′
Location: Crown Palace, Yishun
Event: Ammunition Command Anniversary Dinner
People: ATTs
This is the most exciting time in the ATT course. It doesn’t take long, but can make you sweat, nervous, pump of adrenaline level. Its the awaiting of posting results by our OIC, the boss.
Contrary to what others might say, I think OIC actually is not that bad a person. He has even tone down, sober, maybe (my speculation) after some advice given and the departure of a sergeant. Should have gave him a card. Wish I could had communicated wif him more.
The hows the conversation and situation goes::
Legend:
O: == OIC
I: == ME
[] == MY Thinking
{} == My thoughts after rethinking about it.
() == narration
(knock..knock.. enters room)
I: Good morning, Sir!
O: I thought u are a 2nd lieutenant
I: …
O: So outstanding. So I thought you are a 2nd lieutenant
I: …
[So outstanding? Is he joking?]
{Maybe he was trying to be funny.. Maybe how I looked then, the way I folded my uniform and my metal rimmed glasses}
I:…
[Should I be reporting my rank/name?]
{Well that’s what I should be doing, but I was too blur to do that}
O: You studied diploma of..
I: Diploma of Business Informatics, Sir.
O: Business Informatics…
(looking down his sheet of paper)
O: Business Informatics…
(repeats)
O: Business Informatics…
[ Should I say yes, "Business and IT"? ]
{I should have really explained what my course really is. OIC does not seem to know that this is a IT course. I most likely have another result if I said that, maybe SOA, or UAF. He seems to be in need of some programmers but its weird he didnt ask me. Well my mistake I never told him I’m one).
(OIC thinks hard)
O: You go to Tengah
I: …
(stunned)
[ huh? Where is there? Should I ask a question? ]
I:…
[Should I ask for another place? ]
(more questions filled my mind)
[Maybe its not bad after all, I know some people from there..
Seems a relax place..
Might be far, but maybe still nearer than SOA?]
[Don't think so much.. Just follow the guide/unwritten rule book and wont go wrong.. just say thank him..]
{ I later learn that distance could be a problem. The location is near Lim Chu Kang (nearest MRT). Even though SOA takes some travelling time, I really have to experience it on Monday to compare the time for travelling. So then I heard from a couple of sources, it should be slack }
I: Thank you, Sir!
(exits the room)
In closing, in my subconsciousness, I have expected, the result was mine (and others - most thought i will get back to school) unexpected just like my 1 posting. Could this be an example that Israel didn’t get into promised land but wandered in the wilderness for 40 years? May God still be with me wherever I go.
Technology have change rapidly and so are the toys that children play nowadays. However, there’s something after thousands of years some kids still play with… Fire.
No, I’m talking about the recent fire bombs that some teens in France.
It was an evening however while I was sitting on the garden bench, enjoying the breeze, seeing children playing at the playground, some at an elderly fitness corner, some kids playing badminton, then something caught my eye. It was a shot of dark flame shooting from a bottle.
Curious, I walked in their direction. A few kids, around the age of 10+, were gathered around that excitement. By the time I reached them, it seems they had finished their fun.
Evidences I could find in my quick look - Burnt matches, a medicine like glass bottle, a plastic mineral water bottle, and what seems like cotton swaps.
From what I made up, from that glass bottle was alcohol content. The cotton was used to absorb that, placed in the plastic bottle then turned around to release the flammable gas to a lighted match cause a moment a small burst of flame shooting out from the bottle.
Years ago, it was on the news, some boys were caught for playing explosive by packing fire sparklers fillings in a can.
Thinking back, I was one played with fire when I was younger. My parents and brother used to say I burned my pyjamas and also myself when I was younger when playing with lanterns(or was it fire sparklers at my grandma house in Malaysia?).
I was more curious than the usual I say. In my primary school day, I was know more how saw dust powder can be flammable by reading the encyclopedia.
There’s always a warning on batteries or canned products like hair spray warning not to disposed in fire. Interest ignited from the flammable word on a perfume can, I bought a cheap perfume spray. Lighted some stuff up and then spray it from a distance, I had my own “flame thrower”.
Later I learnt how to make a “rocket” utilising nothing more than a box of fire sparklers. In my most successful model, it flew about 2 stories and bust with a loud “boom”. Adults around wondered what happen and if it was an explosion.
On the not so dangerous site, I learn a magic trick on how to light a safety match without the matchbox. I also bought a zippo light and practiced a few simple zippo tricks
Ironically, in ns I learning about explosives in army. However with age, I should be more sensible. Knowing the dangers of explosive, like the knowledge of cruelty of car and suicide bombings, I play with fire no more.
[warning, content below requires some chinese knowledge]
xiao ming walks suddenly and his legs suddenly becomes “suan”. Why?
xiao ming stays on the 20 floor, but takes the life to the 18 floor to walk up. Why?
xiao ming “pa” stairs. Why?
xiao ming’s caught a mostiqutoe on his hand but didnt want to kill it because it was its birthday, but it died, why?
xiao ming’s father has 3 children, yi mao, er mao, and whose the 3rd?
[xiao ming's jokes extends to his family members, da ming, xiao bai, da bai, xiao pei... and the list could go on..]
Something like that happened in my ATT classroom.
Sensing I should should liven the admosphere of the class, I decided to ask what you might call, jokes, riddles, å?ƒé??é—®ç?题(Qian Bian Wen Da Ti meaning “bashing” or lame questions).
As usual, there are already some jokers (which every group of people should have), and soon it became a verbal (jokes) warzone.
Like the last line of defense of an aircraft carrier, firing 60,000 rounds per second, questions were pounded continously by me until others couldnt take it, dying of laughter or enemy lameless I don’t know.
I have categorised many jokes into themes (like tagging) eg. sound fxs, words, logical, mockary and truly lame types. One category which had a high number of questions involved the imaginary character called �明 (xiao ming).
Those are reasons why I earned that title of mine. (In this short time of NS, alone I am nicknamed [in BMT] “mini toon”, “transformer”, [in ATT] “violin player”, “MSD”, “xiao ming”. It would be a collection I could recall those other wacky nicknames i had).
Thinking back to where I have learn the new vocab, from the primary school english text book, that could describe me is the word “Riddler”.
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