Kk nvm.
FAAAHNELLEH after a long of a million years I be back here wit a thing to be a post fwoh mah blog. Hello.
Foist I wanna talk about an ass, cos its a super relevant thing in my life. Like five days a week. Hah. The thing about NS, to me, is that its damn interesting. 'Why' you may ask. Ok I will tell you 'Why?'.
I meet lotsa ppl with hella interesting names. Long names short names, usually-used-as-adjectives names, super nice names, and no names. Serious sia some people got no name so its just a blank piece of cloth for their name tag, and we call them things like 'eh' or 'sial' or 'eh sial'. Ok no I was kidding on that last count. Maybe I should stop kidding around so much, especially since I'm gonna be a RANDYQUENCHVOLUNTEER
FAIYAFAITA
one day. Maybe a section commander, hopefully a rota commander. Nvm we'll leave the science out for now.
Then there's authority. I find there's two types.
Type one: the leaders you listen to because you have respect for them, and you trust their orders.
Type two: the leaders you listen to cos you just. Haven't. Reached. That. Rank. Period.
Type two leaders are bastards so if you ever get the opportunity to rembat their face while camp rules do not apply, then please rembat their face while camp rules do not apply. Well since we all know that's not gonna happen, let's just drop the idea altogether. And instead resort to:
Smile forever and never break. The trick is to be so kilat that they can't punish you anymore.
'YOU! Half right change! (i.e. push up position. But they like it when we do it 45 degrees to the left. Something to do with our asses I think... Nevermind.)"
*you half right change*
'Do you know why I'm punish- *ahem* training you?'
'No, *insert rank here*!'
'Its because *insert stupid reason here*'
'Oh.'
'Carry on twenty'
'NO THAT'S NOT ENOUGH MAKE IT HUNDRED, IS THAT ALL YOU GOT!'
Then immediately proceed to do 110-150 pushups, counting loudly for every repetition. Then ask for permission to recover, and when you are given it, proceed to do another 50. Then really recover, and smile. It might help if you softly say 'Eeeee' as you smile; adds to the effect.
Gosh I miss blogging, its so lubricat- LIBERATING. I've not typed like this in so long, it feels brand new. BUT IT ISN'T HAH! Dun dun dunnnnn.
And for the record, I'm damn proud to be in the Civil Defence. Its real shit we're learning, learning to do, and gonna do. The threat's real as hell, and dangerous as hell. But the fire not hot as hell ah. Because like, the um, well... you know the... uh... ok.
To me: its super cool to be in our long four, fire boots, bunker gear, fire gloves, breathing apparatus, fire helmet. Seriously damn cool siak I wanna take photos, just haven't had the chance. And its cool how we're all acclimatizing now, when (edit:)there was once awhile ago stengah orang nak mampos, and some others tak sangka boleh hidup lepas tu. It was kinda exciting but a lil nervousing and a tad scary when I first did drills in full don (minus breathing apparatus). I just wish people could see us in training, cos honestly I think we look damn cool heheh. From this morning otw to lessons, to BTM, to whatever the heck we're gonna do next.
I'm not gonna attempt to talk anymore about training cos its too hard. I get too emotional. Oh look, I've shed a tear. Oh one mo- ok my eyes are tearing nonstop, big hot tears.
Ok I kid.
Its just that I'm sleepy and still a little hungry, I need my hot shower and to put on a shirt, and my fingers are getting a little tired. In short, though, NS is getting fricking fun and, again, I'm super proud of where I am. You probably won't know how its like till you do it, experience the things we gotta do.
To all firefighters, medics, and anyone in the life-saving and defence line: respect, like never before. K phonecall bye.
Then there's authority. I find there's two types.
Type one: the leaders you listen to because you have respect for them, and you trust their orders.
Type two: the leaders you listen to cos you just. Haven't. Reached. That. Rank. Period.
Type two leaders are bastards so if you ever get the opportunity to rembat their face while camp rules do not apply, then please rembat their face while camp rules do not apply. Well since we all know that's not gonna happen, let's just drop the idea altogether. And instead resort to:
Smile forever and never break. The trick is to be so kilat that they can't punish you anymore.
'YOU! Half right change! (i.e. push up position. But they like it when we do it 45 degrees to the left. Something to do with our asses I think... Nevermind.)"
*you half right change*
'Do you know why I'm punish- *ahem* training you?'
'No, *insert rank here*!'
'Its because *insert stupid reason here*'
'Oh.'
'Carry on twenty'
'NO THAT'S NOT ENOUGH MAKE IT HUNDRED, IS THAT ALL YOU GOT!'
Then immediately proceed to do 110-150 pushups, counting loudly for every repetition. Then ask for permission to recover, and when you are given it, proceed to do another 50. Then really recover, and smile. It might help if you softly say 'Eeeee' as you smile; adds to the effect.
Gosh I miss blogging, its so lubricat- LIBERATING. I've not typed like this in so long, it feels brand new. BUT IT ISN'T HAH! Dun dun dunnnnn.
And for the record, I'm damn proud to be in the Civil Defence. Its real shit we're learning, learning to do, and gonna do. The threat's real as hell, and dangerous as hell. But the fire not hot as hell ah. Because like, the um, well... you know the... uh... ok.
To me: its super cool to be in our long four, fire boots, bunker gear, fire gloves, breathing apparatus, fire helmet. Seriously damn cool siak I wanna take photos, just haven't had the chance. And its cool how we're all acclimatizing now, when (edit:)there was once awhile ago stengah orang nak mampos, and some others tak sangka boleh hidup lepas tu. It was kinda exciting but a lil nervousing and a tad scary when I first did drills in full don (minus breathing apparatus). I just wish people could see us in training, cos honestly I think we look damn cool heheh. From this morning otw to lessons, to BTM, to whatever the heck we're gonna do next.
I'm not gonna attempt to talk anymore about training cos its too hard. I get too emotional. Oh look, I've shed a tear. Oh one mo- ok my eyes are tearing nonstop, big hot tears.
Ok I kid.
Its just that I'm sleepy and still a little hungry, I need my hot shower and to put on a shirt, and my fingers are getting a little tired. In short, though, NS is getting fricking fun and, again, I'm super proud of where I am. You probably won't know how its like till you do it, experience the things we gotta do.
To all firefighters, medics, and anyone in the life-saving and defence line: respect, like never before. K phonecall bye.
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