Sunday, September 28, 2008

Partay

I like it when you dance close to me.
I like it when you look me in the eyes real close.
I like it when you rest your head on my shoulder.
I like it when you put your arms around me and mine around yours.
I like it when you hold me when you need steadying.
I like it when you look at me for direction.

I don't like it when you start randomly grabbing at guys who you know will only lead to trouble.
I don't like it when you give out numbers to people before even saying hi.
I don't like it when you ask me for an answer but won't hear it.
I don't like it when you toy with me.
I don't like it when you assume I will always be there for you.
I don't like it when you use me and my friends as stepping stones. It hurts to be walked over.


As a friend, I want you to be happy K?

Sometimes I wonder why I do this to myself.

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Men are cruel and the world in unfair.

"Men are cruel and the world is unfair." These words were reinforced repeatedly to my platoon by one 1LT Arthur Poh.

It was a pretty cynical statement but either I've been indoctrinated by the SAF, or I've been let privy to a world beyond the borders of my niche because I now feel this to be true.

Of course for all the good things he thought us, the man was generally an asshole himself but who I am to judge.


There's this guy I know.

Apparently he was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and psychosis. The best part is he claims to have been totally cured of both mental illnesses. I literally wanted to laugh my ass off at that statement because to the best of my knowledge, such a disorder is not curable unless it was brought on later in life. He claims to have been born normal.

Subject displays symptoms of rash anger and easy irritability. According to my amatuer knowledge, bipolar disorder is a "I am now very happy for no reason" and then "I am now very sad/angry for no reason" problem, generally speaking of course. It's not a "I am happy now but since you pissed me off, you'll get it" kind of thing. It just follows cycles.

Subject also claims to have fought to have stayed on for his NS term instead of getting a PES F rating. Bitches and moans about knowing how to do everything and also repeatedly points out how he used to handle his many many events outside. Does not give details.

Subject is always late to camp. He either immediately goes to the bunk to sleep or goes to play soccer. His duties are never done. This includes the single "This is your jobscope that no one else is allowed to touch" duty of compiling the parade state every morning.

He is an unreliable person and a backstabber with no balls to cover his colleagues who have covered for him. Has no respect for anyone but his elder brother and constantly hurls vulgarities, often putting our now-ORD-ded resident Tourettes man to shame.

Subject mentions how since he will be ORDing later than most of us, he will therefore be more lao jiao than us. He lost me on that one.

Claims his brother was an RP and therefore from the stories, he knows how life is like in camp. Lol. This includes how life is like in BMT. A tick for BMT in Ninja, Mohawk, Taurus and Viper. Yes, he knows how BMT is like in all these companies. Lol.

Fyi, subject was sent for BMT in unit and was down PES-ed that same day. He was posted straight here after the fuckers in HQ decided that they need the creme de-la creme. We are a god damn support unit. We are the fuckers you call when you want work to be done. How the fuck do you think we are going to work with morons like this?

On the very first day he came in, he texted everyone, asking if we wanted to hang out. He even passed one of my friends' number to his own friend for friendship building. I... I.... lol.

Subject never replies to SMSes and frequently asks people to cover him. This includes when he is talking to his imaginary girlfriend on the phone, with the loudspeaker on.

In my opinion, these are all symptoms of a fucking attitude problem. Not a mental disorder.

Most of the elder malays sucked up to him cuz they needed to build connections with him for future manipulations. The chinese hated him cuz he's a racist bigot. And everyone in the office hated him because exactly as the saying goes, we actually do better without him.

He's not just a dead weight, he actually swims in the opposite direction.

In my opinion, he is not fit to live. But with foresight, who am I to judge. I am no saint myself. Judge not lest ye be judged. A saying popularised by a famous TV villain no doubt.


So I posthulate.

Children, despite their misgivings and disappointments in their early lives never do truly grasp the concept of "nothing in this world is fair". You really need to experience it to understand it.

And that, in essence is what separates most of the women from most of the men. Women begin their experiences in the real world in an environment with few and lighter consequences.

For most of us men, yes even some of the PES Es, they have experienced the consequences of assholism. They know that making it easier for yourself makes it harder on someone else which makes people hate you which makes people want to kill you which makes people do bad things which makes life harder for even more people.

There are but few things wrong on paper with the SAF. Everything else is just from the people in it.

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Goodbye to my first fishing friend.


Ken ( on FishingKaki) was one of my first real fishing kakis. I got to know the kid through the forums when i was but still a humble Blur Sotong.

I thought I could write some nice memories about the guy but the truth is, it was a long time ago.


What I do remember though was that he was a good kid. Cheeky but good. Knowing where the boundaries were and sensitive to people's moods, he would often beam us a smile and let me tell you, he probably coined the phrase 'grinning from ear to ear'.


When he laughed, it often brought me back to the days when I was his age when the only thing we had to worry about was whether I had enough money to buy seaweed. His laughter was more like a healthy and boisterous chuckle. Loud and strong.

He was the one who really got me into fishing. He was the one who started me thinking about the quality of the fishing tackle I bought. He was one of the first few who would sometimes jio me out for 11th hour fishing stints. I didn't always go though. I wish I had.

Ken was one of those guys who could get you to do something for him even if you didn't want to, and you'd still mostly likely end up feeling like you're suddenly doing the right thing. And I don't think I'm the only one. He had that amount of energy and bubbly-ness to pass around.

I once brought him along with some classmates (or you could say he brought me along) to Bedok Jetty for an overnighter-of-fishing. I can't really remember much that day but I do remember him being really wacky. My friends though can still remember him. That's how much of an impression he could leave.

Sadly, we grew apart, mainly due to my school commitments. But I think we still considered ourselves close. He started a short lived blog because of a fishing related entry I wrote in my blog. I had some fun teasing him about his blog's lifespan. He even called me, or rather 'MSNed' me for a boat trip after a really long time of little contact. The power of the youngsters and the internet aye? :-) These are the pictures you see now.

Ken's enthusiasm for fishing at the time was so immense that he even created 2 fishing clubs, both of which I joined. His ability to attract people with similar passions was great. Sometimes, he would attract the wrong kind of person but he would always overcome many problems and was not afraid to ditch people if they were asses. Trust me, he ditched some mutual acquaintances even quicker than me.

I don't really know if he was still in to fishing. Perhaps he started new hobbies. I don't really know. But I know that he definitely had an impact on me.

I've only ever had 1 other defining peer in my life move on to the next world. Ken now joins him as the second.




Tight lines old friend. If I had to leave early I'm pretty sure I would want to have lived like you.


Ken Yeo
13 Aug 1992 - 1 Sept 2008