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Friday, 15 July 2011

Eddie's journal, July 15th, 2011 9.10pm 2110 hours, Friday.

lets see the last time i checked in was in April, so much has gone by.


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been promoted, and transferred. to ops team. no its not a very glamorous place but its police work nonetheless.

have experienced working with them for 2 mths. cant say i really like it nor can i really say i dislike it.

it just that i feel that as an SC(NSF) PO lots of odds are stacked against us. alot of jobs especially so in ops team is specifically for SC to do or specifically for regular officers to do.

and some regulars(NOT NAMING NAMES) draw lines very clearly. i guess its cos of the nature of work.

i cant really go into details cos that would embarrass people alot and cause alot of trouble for me.

suffice to say we SCs are also human beings treat us like one too. its not easy for us to work if you start doing this simple discrimination. its quite clear to us but it might be a routine thing for you that this has been ongoing.

you work 12 hr shift we SC also work 12 hr shift. yet some jobs SC can assist/take over regular yet regular can do vice versa for us SC. I'm not asking alot, I'm just asking that regulars treat us SCs abit better/nicer can? we are all stuck in the same boat so why not just make our lives easier? after all we are stuck to serve our 2 years.


one of the reasons why i prefer to work at MP NPC that at DHQ.

still I'm stuck with DHQ till i ORD. also due to a promise made too early. so here i am grumbling about it but still stuck with it. catching alot of hell in the process too.

but at the end of the day my mantra that i chant when i meet shit at ops team is always "I'm just here to serve my 2 years and then fuck off. so just say what you want. get this shit over with and I'm a freeman again."
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anyway new work place new friends, but same old me? yup i guess i haven changed 1 bit. but its a habit of mine already. i just cant stand indecisiveness fundamentally.

picture 7~8 persons meeting up. majority claims to be hungry but yet all would rather sit around and do nothing that start walking to any eatery nearby.

it like a fat person saying that they wanna slim down yet continue to eat 10 pie&chips everyday.

I'm like "come on! get a move on already!"

and they go like "no, im not going to move. im hungry but the foosball game looks nicer."

/facepalm
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I'm still thinking of signing on though. haven been accepted might be a blessing in disguise.

gives me more time to think through. is this really what i want? will i really take up part time studies after i sign on?

or will i really complete my degree if i choose study first?

haha plenty to think about for now.

food+deserts for thought then.

Sunday, 3 April 2011

Eddie's journal, April 3rd, 2011 12.55am 0055 hours, Saturday.

its been very long.

sorry for the long delay.

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PO's life is abit like living on the edge.

sometimes its easy, often its not.


perhaps a good time to reveal my life story.

go on cry me buckets of tears when im done.

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im the elder son of 2. from young been kinda oppressed by my sister's ability to out-shine me in studies.

i would say my results were reasonable good till pri 2. a rather nasty incident happened. kinda look study when i talk abt it now but i guess back then it was all that i ever gave a damn about.

see my parents promised me a gameboy(yeah it was THAT old school) if i had gotten band 1s and 2s for my EOY exams... and true enough i did.

however as a classic parent lie it didnt come true. bearing in mind that then i was 7 and since the age of 3 i didnt have any birthday present. i was thoroughly upset(read fucking unhappy) about it.

so naturally back then as a small boy the decision to flunk my studies because of this just so happen into the small boy's mind (fuck man, what were u thinking?)

in pri school didnt have any ECA cos my parents wanted to monitor my studies.


between pri 2-6 my results was like a USS roller coaster. my parents tried to send me to tuition but i would run away from tuition(i had thought that they were boring and wasting my time)..

i barely managed to pass PSLE with a score of 205. then enrolled in Manjusri Secondary School Express stream.

so i thought i was lucky and just played my ass off in sec 1-2. i was quite a bad boy then, always disturbing girls and not handing in homework and stuff.

back then my parents also didnt provide me with a handphone like all the over students of my age. so i didnt have a stable network of friends through my sec school life. i was way to cocky back then.

then i had this one friend who i guess woke me up to the reality. if i remember correctly i was pestering him one day for an outing. then he got angry cos i was pestering him so he shouted angrily at me:" hey u think u are damn good isst? u think everyone likes u ar? if people want to go out with u people will come and look for u."

i guess this coupled with my bad results knocked me all the way down the self-esteem ladder.


then a bad brush with the law came along at the end of sec 2.

again back then the small young boy made a simple equation. money=freedom. cos with money i could buy what i wanted and therefore i am not restricted by my parents. especially when i was at my CCA scouts. i experienced the first time in my life, a unilateral sense of freedom i never felt before.

so having little to no money i resorted to shop-lifting.(ironic that now im a PO)

you can run but u can never escape the law. so i was caught red-handed once.

no official police report was made. the items were paid for by my parents so the shop let me off with a stern warning.

bearing in mind sec 2 was the ultra-rebellious period my relationship with my parents were always on the rocks. to say that they were pissed at me abt this is and understatement. they are possibly livid about it.


i expected a good scolding and caning from them as they regularly did back primary school days and sometimes in secondary level.

i for one was absolutely ashamed of what i did. my parents had always restricted me to this and that and often not trust me. after the incident i had expected them to kick me out of the household.

ok my mum did shout at me and slapped me silly and all that, i guess canning involved i couldnt remember but my dad was the other way round.

he simply told me to go think about what i had done and if my action reflect the way they brought me up. i remembered clearly i could sleep properly for that whole week.

gradually i started to improve my studies but it was too late. i barely got myself into a spot in the last express class for sec3.

in sec 3 my class was what i would say colorful people. i once had a maths classtest, i scored 6/10 and i was top scorer in my class. the rest of them failed. i aced my combined chemistry back then(try not studying for a major test and score 87/100) :P

i became a badass study boy. kinda became the teacher's pet for wanting to try all the questions and give all the answers. in the process i became result-focused and not people-orientated and my PR with the entire class suffered.

CCA side was similar, my scout unit back then had alot of type A personalities including me and we were constantly at war. but that story is for another day :)

then sec 4 came. my lonewolf approach although has effectively alienated myself from the whole class and i was always lonely. so much for being the smarty pants, but girls do take notice i guess. back then before o levels i had a study group of 4 including myself. there was a particular girl i had a big infatuation on.

and then o levels came and gone, the infatuation grew quite intense for awhile but after a long time(abt 2 years) then i convinced myself that he was not fit for her.

my o levels results was greatly helped by my CCA participation. in sec 4 i volunteered for the school anniversary key position holder and managed to get the Guard Of Honor Contingent Commander. my teachers was all disapproving of it, and my mid years for sec 4 dipped. but luckily i managed to pull back for my O's. my L1R4 was 18 but after minus CCA was 13.

the anniversary my parents as per normal didnt turn up, they cited reasons as not free working, lazy.

so after sec 4 u could say i got a good CCA record and had good marks. but then i fucked myself but not going for poly open-house and then anyhow selecting my courses.

i picked Diploma in Digital Entertainment Technology. again that section of story is for another day :)

during my CCA time i developed a character whereby i would evaluate if certain thing was worth me investing time and trying to get it. and should i decide to do a certain thing i would do my very best to attain what i set out for initially. if something i deemed was to be wasting time i would do a half fuck job, not even when threatened with demotion by my teacher-in-charge deters me. to me if its not woth my efforts i'll just tell people its no point doing it.

i developed a very stubborn streak that my peers hate and admire at the same time. they often dont see me commit myself to their plans and would often be at loggerheads with them. however when i commit myself into their plans, no matter how impossible the thing seems to be my stubborn streak will make sure i push the plan through no matter the odds.

i guess it stems from the fact that since young all i ever did was to look for approval from my parents who were never there to praise me or to give me their approval. the fact that till date i had never received a birthday present from them since my 3rd birthday one speaks volumes.

perhaps it was their way of nurturing me, perhaps it because they know that im a cocky bustard and once some one praise me my head would grow so big that i cant see my own ass.


nevertheless its in me now. often i'll tell others that either we do thing to the very best or dont even try at all. and i constantly put that stress upon myself that anything i do will have to be perfect or as close to perfect as possible. i can sometimes tolerate mistakes from others but i find it hard to accept mistake that i commit myself. guess im still looking for that parental approval that probably will never come.

i think because of this i have a very tightly wound moral compass and very high standards of myself that sometimes when i fail it plunges me into depths of very low esteem and emo-ness.

lastly is that i get very pissed when i see people with potential choose to ignore a chance to grow and nurture themselves into something more. i think its cos i was often passed over for chance to go OBS back in sec school time but my sister who at that time had a very bad character was sponsored by my parents to go.

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so i guess that the major plot lines of my life story. btw poly life and now there a small chapter inbetween. but i think its enough for now. plenty of stuff for u readers to absorb.

Saturday, 19 February 2011

Eddie's journal, February 19th, 2011 2.05am 0205 hours, Saturday.

been busy with NPC life to blog much.



and i cant blog much about NPC life as its all under OSA.

but I'll blog what i can.

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somewhere,
somehow,
some part in your life you'll find that your parents stop being the fountain of knowledge,

they stop being the spiritual cleansing well that you can wash the sins off your hands.

they stop know what goes through your mind in critical time, in quite times.

it becomes hard to relate anything to them.

and you know what? then sins you did? the things you do?

all that blood?


its all on your hands.

its on your hands and you keep finding ways to wash it off.

but what if day by day they drift further and further away from you. and you find it harder and harder to connect to them.


or anyone else for that matter.


and the blood gets more and more, dirtier and dirtier, its messing up your hands.


and everyday you see your own messed up bloody hands, and you try to wash it all off.


you keep washing and it only gets worst.


and i think I'm all messed up again.

i saw the covered up body of a man who threw himself off the 25th story of a building.

he literally became a slab of meat.
a slab of red meat with limbs and a cracked open face and skull fragments.

and it brought me to the brink.


and as i type this I'm staring down the abyss of total nothingness, despair and depression.


I'm troubled by the matters of the mind and i find that i cant talk to my parents and i literally have no one to turn to talk to.

and realizing it doesn't make it easier for me because i know I'm all messed up and I'm helpless to do anything about it except to ignore that I'm all messed up and go handle other people's mess.


i think I'm slowly become of unsound mind. have totally 0 interactions with other girls or have a chance to let all the stress out of me.

I'm slowly cooking myself to death and there's no one i know of that i can turn to to help me.

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life lets you live once.
Just once.

So what do we live for?
we live to see the world of tomorrow, and make it a better place.

If not for ourselves then for the rest of the world.

we live to accomplish our dreams, to see the results of our actions.

to be able to feel something out of our actions.

to learn from yesterday.

to seek out new horizons to explore, conquer, exploit.

to realize what we have lost, how far we've come

for the sake of those who passed before us

for those who gave up everything they had in order for us to lead better lives

for all of mankind's dreams


these are what we live for.

Saturday, 15 January 2011

Eddie's journal, Janruary 15th, 2011 3.01am 0301 hours

that day ubin cycling was an eventful one...


So this is how the story went
I met someone by accident
That blew me away
That blew me away

It was in the darkest of my days
When you took my sorrow and you took my pain
And buried them away, you buried them away

And I wish I could lay down beside you
When the day is done
And wake up to your face under the morning sun
But like everything I've ever known
You'll disappear one day
So I'll spend my whole life hiding my heart away
Brandi Carlile- hiding my heart


yeah i did meet someone there... but unfortunately she taken...

surprisingly i didn't feel nervously paralyzed when i attempted to take her number.... its like I've grown bigger balls... strange... usually would feel very nervous as if the slightest scare i would jump to the moon...


but after some "intense" CSI found her no. somewhere... :D


ytd (14/1/11) visited my maternal side grandfather... hes also senile already... don't even recognize my mother when we visited...

couldn't speak coherently either... thought we should be lucky that he can still talk... but he just cant talk sense...


honestly i think its very sad... that we man can land on the moon, sent deep space satellites to look for life off earth, yet we cant cure dementia, cancer and STD...

OK the STD part is abit overboard.... but cancer and senility? i mean science has came so far since Neanderthal doctors drilled a hole into patients who have headache to relieve the "evil spirits"...


so see someone who is still able to walk, talk but lose his/her cognitive abilities... to be unable to call up his/her memories even though the brain is still intact... cant science find a way to restore the synapse links inside?



i bemoan that science came so far yet cant come through for all the aged people around the world...



separate issue... morality...


say you are a surgeon, lying on your operating room (OR) table with his chest open is a patient who suffered a gun shot wound(GSW) to the chest. the GSW perforated his heart and you are saving him...


and then you receive news that this guy is the criminal who shot and killed 13 children aged btw 15-18 before he was shot down by police officers...


would you still save him?


or in the case of you being a police officer, a subject shot and killed your partner before you.

then you shot the said person in the chest so now hes suffering from a sucking chest wound while your partner lie 1 meter away dead....

would you still render first aid to the assailant?


would you save the life of a wrong-doer?


how would you feel after you have saved his life?


food for thought then.........

Wednesday, 5 January 2011

Eddie's journal, Janruary 5th, 2011 9.47pm 2147 hours

new year... past year(read: life thus far)review coming right up!

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my life up till this points have lots and lots of regrets... met alot of brick walls....

if i have a chance to go back in time i would have told the girl i liked, and still like her that well, i like her, and i would grab on to the chance and not let go... because she did once give me a chance and i kinda turn her off...

on another note i would cherish my first girlfriend properly, i could have done better i know i can do better but i didn't... and to say that i have zero feelings for her now would be a big lie and I'm sure the whole world knows it... just friends... with feeling... weird...


then i would go back in time to study primary school better, followed by secondary school... and then polytechnic education....


and also go back in time to mend all the wrongs i did during my basic training....


seems like a very long list of regrets to go on and on about...

a long list of my brick walls... i didn't know it back then... but brick walls were meant for me to show how badly i wanted something....



but a particular one stands out head and shoulders above the rest...

its my particular regret was i couldn't put the future of my scout unit into the hands of someone better than me...


I'm not here to say that I'm a very excellent scout leader... I'm not one to trumpet my own glories and achievement...

but I'd say i do OK... just merely OK...


therefore i had sincerely hoped that i could have put the unit into the hands of someone much more capable than me...

my only enemy was time... i did not maximize the time i had with my scouts properly...

i could have spent more time teaching them, guiding them.... i could have set things right before i left... but i didn't....



and looking at the way things are now i am truly sorry for not being able to set things right or find someone much more capable than me to head the unit...
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what makes decisions right or wrong when the situation is murky?


murky in the sense that you don't know if anything you do would be the welcomed or accepted...


often we ask around and sometimes we cant find the answer as well...

I'm not here to say i can tell the proper decision for you... but i hope this helps....


make the decision based on your gut feeling;

how would you feel if you had made this decision, would you be able to sleep well at night knowing you've tried your best to solve the problem? to know that you did something when all else seem bleak?

or would you keep thinking of how you could have done it better? to know that you could have done something to change the outcome of the situation you were in or have seen but yet you did nothing to change it?

some decisions are just black or white, right or wrong, live or die, but there are alot of things that don't follow that rule.

be it whatever you did you have to stand by the decisions you made... man up and admit when you did wrong... accept with humility when you did well...

lift up your head and say tomorrow you'll make better decisions... then the day would seem alittle brighter as the sun sets over the horizon...
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