It's quite hilarous. There's this person who lives in my block and smokes in uniform.

For the past two mornings, he has been walking to the mrt station and he will always turn his head back, looking around suspiciously. And I'll be walking right behind and trying not to die laughing inside. I'm tempted to walk up to him, flash my card and yell, "I give you 5 seconds. You better snuff out that fucking cigarette or you are coming with me."

Hellooo. We never book-in or out in uniform.. . . Looks like he hasn't been caught by one yet. Yet.




It's really sad when regulars that are higher in rank are not understanding. Like having your card damaged and being unable to churn out reports. They threaten you with punishments despite knowing the situation. Deep down you really do want to laugh out loud. Coz you know how much they depend on a lowly man to do trivial things. In fact, they are helpless when we don't do their work. Yes, their work.

It's sad when I know I'm not in camp, I know I can't do anything, when I know things are inevitable and I realize I'm actually thinking about it outside of camp.

It's not my rice-bowl anyway. Not like I would die doing extra duties anyway. Not like I'm in need of promotion.


so.