Was at the cookhouse at like 5 today. And there's a beagle pupp. The malay auntie was extremely fearful so I had to bring the dog away. Didn't have to touch it. It's pretty friendly though. It would follow you and circle you. Too bad I didn't have spare food to offer.
It's funny how a single (and first) duty(, since like two months?) can trigger that many thoughts. I thought of the limping puppy at tekong. It's been close to one a half years. Hopefully and probably it could survive since people are generally kind over there and there's a huge surplus of food.
Walking by the boundary of the kennels. The smell. I suddenly remembered back then when my buddy and I were prowling when we were trainees last july. We would tiptoe around the kennels and try really hard not to wake the dogs. But we failed. Badly. And when that happens my buddy would be talking loudly/singing 'Who let the dogs out'. haha. Dogs do get tired though. They pretty much won't stir at 4am - that's what we found out.
I also recall being impressed when I visited the istana when I was a kid. Impressed by the guards standing really still at either columns of the entrance, not fidgeting, not even blinking. I wasn't the only one. In fact there was a mini crowd behind each guy trying to catch them fidgeting or moving their fingers just a bit. That didn't happen.
Wasn't too impressed when I came to this unit though. Everyone does that. Standing parades are a common staple (not a punishment. Time flies seriously. And there are just so many things to think of. I would like to call it standing meditation. =D).
[FYI all the guards in istana come from my unit.]
And last morning. I was pretty amazed(?), bemused(?) when I realized that a friend that I've been talking to for coming to a year is actually a father. Wow.
(I think I'm slow. hahaha)
Oh yea. I'm on off and I'm going to sitex later with my buddy.
It's funny how a single (and first) duty(, since like two months?) can trigger that many thoughts. I thought of the limping puppy at tekong. It's been close to one a half years. Hopefully and probably it could survive since people are generally kind over there and there's a huge surplus of food.
Walking by the boundary of the kennels. The smell. I suddenly remembered back then when my buddy and I were prowling when we were trainees last july. We would tiptoe around the kennels and try really hard not to wake the dogs. But we failed. Badly. And when that happens my buddy would be talking loudly/singing 'Who let the dogs out'. haha. Dogs do get tired though. They pretty much won't stir at 4am - that's what we found out.
I also recall being impressed when I visited the istana when I was a kid. Impressed by the guards standing really still at either columns of the entrance, not fidgeting, not even blinking. I wasn't the only one. In fact there was a mini crowd behind each guy trying to catch them fidgeting or moving their fingers just a bit. That didn't happen.
Wasn't too impressed when I came to this unit though. Everyone does that. Standing parades are a common staple (not a punishment. Time flies seriously. And there are just so many things to think of. I would like to call it standing meditation. =D).
[FYI all the guards in istana come from my unit.]
And last morning. I was pretty amazed(?), bemused(?) when I realized that a friend that I've been talking to for coming to a year is actually a father. Wow.
(I think I'm slow. hahaha)
Oh yea. I'm on off and I'm going to sitex later with my buddy.
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