Life just goes on and on....
I received a SMS out of the blue from LTA Ong, QM of a reservist unit. The SMS told me to prepare a set of extra PT attire for the upcoming Bn day. I got the shit frightened out of me. I didn't knew that I was posted to that unit and I definitely wasn't aware of the upcoming Bn day. A call later resolved the incident. It was a case of mistaken identity. Just when I thought that I could finally make-believe that I am finally a civilian, I get rude wakeup calls that I am actually an Operationally-Ready NS man. Time to book for that IPPT.
I received a SMS from my former mentor asking me if I am interested in going back as a Rover SL. It is an exciting period now. My first thought was "yes". But when I looked through my email and realised that I have to do bridging for the wood badge course by 2010 for go through the whole course again. I am now having second thoughts as I already made plans for the next 2 years. My heart tells me to go for it. But my mind tells me that I will not be able to deal with it as the next two years will be a challenge based on what I have in mind already. Hmm.... What should I do?
The COI report is finally out. No. I don't want to argue whose complacency or fault for the escape. It is really evident. I really think that we ought to move on. The morale of the story… Well, everybody had a chance to make a difference during the elections. Enough said.
A lot of decisions were made in a moment of folly. You know, people actually commit rape and blame it on intoxication and inebriation as a legal defense. My case is less complicated. On a whim, I signed up for passion run with Nicholas. But work is sapping my energy for weekend and evening runs. I am doomed for the run… Maybe I could ‘limp’ to the finishing line. Ha!
I truly cannot understand why the office must have somebody to wash cups. You see, the current office policy is this, at the end of the day, one of the workers will go around and collect all the cups from all the desks in the office. He will then proceed to wash all the cups and arrange it nicely back in the pantry for the next day. (Don’t get me wrong. I am not the one doing the washing!) I just couldn’t understand why everybody can’t wash their own cup after drinking their beverages. It’s totally demeaning to the worker. He wasn’t hired for that. The least I can do is not to add to his woes and may one day some brave soul bring this up during the monthly meeting and put an end to this beastly practice forever.
“Over and Out”








