WevHez and the last duty evar

Looks like my last duty EVAR will not be as peaceful as I thought it would be. A total of 13 hours out of 24 hours for my duty shift tomorrow is how I'm supposed to end my SAF career. This is the worst day evar!

The First Drop of Rain by WevHez (Chapter 27)

Dinner at home was an awkwardly silent one; the only sounds made were either of spoons clanging onto the white glass plates or the sounds of chewing. It was true that everyone in the family was happy that Dave had finally recovered from his stress-caused illness. However, there root to the problem seemed to be still present.

As the “National” wall fan blew some chilly air from above, Dave’s parents finally broke the silence. They had discussed this during the long nights that they had to spend in the hospital ward taking care of their unconscious son. The conversation started with a concern, but gradually escalated into a heated argument that had to be stopped by the nurses. Much unhappiness haunted the family while Dave was fighting his own battle. The argument soon turned into a cold war which went on for what seemed like years, that is, until Dave awoke from his slumber.

Just as Dave finished fighting his battle, the parents too, were brought to harmony again. They made a common decision, one that would change Dave’s life forever.

“Dave, we know that you have been stressing yourself a lot lately. We don’t want the same episode to repeat itself anymore.” Mom started.

As Mom continued, Dave wasn’t listening. He had his mind focused on the strange happenings that he had noticed ever since he got home. The use of the home desktop was no longer prohibited and there was no sign of nagging at all. As he stuffed some more of the fragrant fried rice into his already full mouth, his father interrupted the one-way conversation.

“What we’re saying is that we’re pulling you out of school”

Dave struggled for air as he choked on his food. Mom quickly gave Dave a few swift smacks on his back to make him cough out the food.

“Ugh… *cough* ugh… WHAT!? *huff*” Dave shouted while still recovering. “You can’t do that!”
This was an unprecedented situation for Dave. Never did he expect the Space-Time Continuum to change so drastically just because of a coma. He knew immediately that he had to stop things as they were before they got any worse. However, before he could continue speaking, the home phone rang.

“Hello Dave? It’s Satauros! I heard you got discharged and I called right away! Did you receive my present?”

[To be Continued]

Heroes and she woes

You are on your "barely-on-time" journey to work in the morning. While rushing to the bus stop, you notice a blind man at the stop, with nobody bothering to help him keep a lookout for his bus. You decide to help him out and look for his bus 145. Your bus 57 appears but you ignore it, though focusing on your watch to make sure that you are not late.

Minutes later, your bus service 57 appears yet again while the 145 you are looking for still hasn't arrived. You realize that if you let the bus pass, it will mean the end of your NonSensical CAREER in the Stupid And Fu**ed up organization.
(Something is wrong with my CAPS Lock and I'm too lazy to correct those errors)
What will you do? Will you abandon the blind man for your own survival?

So, what do you think I did in this situation? I actually left the blind guy to the care of another (quite unwilling) individual before rushing up the bus that threatened to leave.

Disappointing, no? It's quite a pity that people who eat honey STARS, chilli CRABS and even kit kat chocolate BARS would never accept your "lame excuse" for being late.
(I really got to fix that CAPS LoCk)

So, what do you do when facing such morally gray situations?
I've had my fair share of saving lost little girls in shopping malls, helping the elderly find their way to lifts when escalators make their usual maintenance stops and saved a peculiar soul time and time again. (LKW comes to mind)

First up, we don't have to pollute HDB buildings with webs, or burn the floor with jetpacks, or even just have a bodybuilder body wearing red underwear on the outside. We can be heroes as we are.

Being a hero is about having "special powers". These powers are called Empathy, Courage, Love and Hope. Big words don't you think? But they don't have to be difficult to do. Simple gestures and a small bit of your time and effort will make all the difference!
When you find yourself foolishly getting into trouble for the sake of others' well being, that's when you are called a hero.

Let's fight for justice in this unfair world. Let's be heroes.
(OMG this is so Cliché. Somebody shoot me for sounding like a hippie)

The First Drop of Rain by WevHez (Chapter 26)

The sun shone brightly through the window, signifying the start of a brand new day. Dave shuddered as the rays of orange light struck his closed eyes. As he struggled hard to open his eyes once again, voices filled the room, getting louder with each passing second.

“Dave’s awake! Dave’s finally awake!”

It was none other than mother, in tears of joy. The rest of the family gathered around Dave’s white hospital bed, each with smiles on their faces. The confused Dave looked around him, only to find himself in an unfamiliar location. He tried to sit up while his parents pushed the convenient button on the side of the bed to morph it into a chair. Before he could ask, Daniel came in and told him everything; his diagnosis, his condition and how he passed out like a wuss while class was in session.

As laughter filled the air once again, Dave felt at ease. He was finally at peace with himself; the long conflict had ended. He got out of bed and embraced his mother and his father for a long long time.
It was only after he had let go that he noticed a sun pendant dangling from his neck.

“That was from your friend, Satauros. He had one too! Said it would make you get well.”
Dave understood what it all meant, as he clutched his silver pendant with his fist and closed his eyes, seemingly sending a thought of thanks to his best friend.

Just then, the door to the A class ward opened, revealing Dave’s doctor, who was here to examine Dave and to determine if he could be discharged. As his family backed away while the doctor checked his breathing and heart rate, Dave’s thoughts were elsewhere.

“Cherish the time you have with your loved ones now. Think about the future later.”
“I guess… you may be right. I… have been quite a jerk haven’t I?”

As Dave smiled, the doctor stepped back and gave the green light for the discharge. Dave then expressed his intention of going back to school on the next day. After all, he had 3 whole days of school work to catch up to. This, however, gave his parents much worry as they thought that their son was stressing himself far too much for his own good.

“No, you need rest”

[To be Continued]

The crazy emo blogger strikes again

It's been a while since I've blogged on my own feelings and my own life.
The past few days have been... an emotional roller coaster.
I must say I haven't felt like this for a while.

I've been pondering about a lot of things...
The past
The present
The future
Many things crossed my mind. And it struck me that even as I seem to be the one who's giving all the advice on how to live life as it is, I cannot really stand on my own feet.

I've done so many stupid things in the past that I don't want others to follow in my footsteps.
However, all the warnings come off as meaningless preaching and nagging.
I've been talking about other peoples' futures and how they could be changed by their very own actions...
Yet I'm not even certain about my own future.

Where will I go? What will I do? What can I do?
I thought I figured it all out in the past... then suddenly all of those plans disappeared in a flash. I can't find myself. What do I really want to do?

Many things have happened. I feel like a changed man.
I feel old.
Am I changed for better or for worse? I don't even know.
But I guess I still have to continue walking. I still have an oath to keep to.
Grandma.. I won't break my promise.

WevHez and the Karaoké

It was one of those boring days on duty as I was staring into the oblivion during an unearthly hour. The radio was playing one of those emo love songs that you could just listen to and let your emotions run wild. Then suddenly, my duty buddy came over and used his crazy pitching to change the emo song into a "killing-me-softly" song.
(Mood-spoiler)

It's a pity that not everyone is blessed with good vocals. There are so many good songs out there worth singing along to, but people have no privilege to do so in public due to their horrible singing.
(By saying sing-along-songs, I don't mean Hickory Dickory Dock)

I'm impressed by the people who work at K Box or Party World. Do they have some sort of special ear muffs that does the "Hear-no-evil" thing? If there really is such a thing, I'd be the first to buy it. It's so going to be just like the Gold FM advertisement.
HEAR ONLY THE GOOD STUFF

They say that the Karaoké is the most annoying invention ever. Well, I'd say it rivals the invention of the ERP system as well as parking gantries.
Ever took a nice walk at the void deck and you suddenly hear the not-for-human-hearing voices booming out of some super modified home theater system. It never fails to send chills down my spine.
(And I wonder how the speakers remain intact after that)

It's not just about the bad singing too! Excessive singing can be a problem at times. I had a BMT-mate Mr Benjamin Chow. (I believe some of you might have seen him on TV on SG Idol)
He never stops singing. Even during running sessions, when everyone is totally out of breath, there he is singing away. My section even had to throw pillows at him at night to stop him from singing his "Somewhere over the Rainbow" so that we could get some shut eye.
His singing is good, but it's annoying when you sing ALL THE TIME.

But then again, it's all good fun yelling into microphones once in a while with your friends, knowing that you're probably not alone in the CMI category. Then we start laughing at how horrendous our singing really is while we take a few sips off the alcohol we order.

(Somebody please slap the lady singing on the 2nd floor)

Can you dig it? Soccer!

I watch my friend as he rushes to the nearby 7 eleven store to buy his copy of the New Paper. He brings the stack of recycled paper back to our kopitiam seat and he starts reading it. The only catch is, he's reading it like a chinese book; FROM THE BACK.

Nobody knows why, but the Sports section is of utmost importance.
Who cares if North Korea is going to blow up the world with their bombs.
Who cares if everyone else is dying from natural disasters.
Who cares if there is a celeb wedding going on.
I can bet that if Ronadino died, it would be far greater news than the thousands dead in Indonesia or Philippines.

Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against soccer fans out there who read only the sports section of their Newspapers. Especially not the ones who update their facebook status with comments on ongoing soccer matches at unearthly hours.
(It gets crazily annoying though, and sometimes I feel like hiding all of them from my news feed)
"OMG this [unnamed player] is blind! Like that oso cannot score!"
"LOLz! Nice one la [unnamed player]. U helping them win is it?"

It's quite amazing how soccer has gradually become a global sport. And even if you don't play, you watch. It doesn't matter if you have to forgo your much needed rest for the next day's mundane lifestyle. You HAVE to watch the matches LIVE.
Recorded matches are so ancient history. You'll feel stupid when everyone else talks about last night's match (with panda eyes) while you go, "HUH?"

I have to admit though, that even I have been hit by the fenomenom(phenomenon). I used to think that 22 people chasing after 1 ball was stupid... and I sucked at kicking balls.
(Though I do remember clearly kicking someone's balls so hard that he collapsed on the spot)

However, I discovered that soccer ain't that simple. It is a lot more!
It's about spending millions of extra cash on players meatbags on the field.
It's about excessive advertising on jerseys, billboards and even toothpaste.
It's about suddenly falling and rolling all around the field for no apparent reason.
It's about giving people headbutts on international TV.
It's about scolding the referee 'Kayu' and accusing him of taking bribes everytime he issues an offside.
It's about spending the night with guys in front of the television, screaming our lungs out while downing cans of alcohol. (Without the wife)

And for the record, I'm a casual Man U fan. (Expecting flames)

Catching mice never seemed so important

Ronza has arrived at Gnawnia once again! It is my first time seeing her even though I apparently started Mouse hunting on Oct. 12, 2008.
Well... I quit the game on my first try, but only got back to it this year when I noticed some of my friends playing.
Turns out the game developed pretty well and people love it.
Now.. back to sounding horns and earning gold. I have no life. Haha