The Truman Show

Yes, I've been lazy with my blog posts.

And I do pity you guys who keep coming back here to see if I've updated but instead, get an eye-full of a picture of the Teletubbies! haha ... I pity me for coming back to see if I've updated too! Yet somehow, by some great unsolved mystery of science in our world today, I too get an eye-full of 4 different coloured Teletubbies.

Nothing's picked up as of late. Every thing's all a routine basically. The reason why I don't update so regularly is because since it's a 4 day week, every time I aim to finish the final night shift to get those 2 days off, I'm confronted with this need to sleep and by the time that's done, it's the 2nd day of my day off. Now, would I want to spend it on a day of blogging or! A day of mindless internet surfing activities such as looking up videos of Whose Line Is It Anyway? on youtube. I think I'd rather be watching Whose Line Is It Anyway?

But really, nowadays, the days are finally picking up. I always look forward to the end of the night shift. It just means I have 2 days off to R&R. By the time I realise my 2 days are done, it's back to work. Then I just work again, looking forward to another night shift, when it's time to have another 2 days of R&R. It just goes like that. So having to check when was the last time I updated my blog doesn't take long for me to realise that the last time I blogged was last week. Still, I pity those who had to look at those 4 very colourful combination of colours I had as my last blog post title poster. XD

Last Sunday, I was the maintenance officer for that day. It just meant I was the one who had to issue and disassemble the PR sets for our team and the returning team respectively. So that day, I was in-charge. I was the one with the key to the maintenance room.
However, as the maintenance officer, we aren't always in the room all the time. After issuing out and retrieving the sets, we are 'required' to aid the charge office downstairs. So that meant we had leave the room locked. This meant the key would go into our pockets. This would mean, someone like me would forget about the key.

This has happened many times before. Even when I was still in the process of learning how to do maintenance, my senior forgot to hand over the key to the taking over officer. So he had to return all the way back to the station to hand the key over to him.
But me being me. I had to be special. I had to be smart. I had to be forgetful. I had to be me.
Unlike my senior, I left the key in my locker. So when I went home that night, my friend gave me a call 2 hours after my shift asking me, "Hey, where did you put the key? Did you hang it somewhere?"

It was there that I realised that I had left the key in my uniform pocket. And that was back at the station. If only my lock were number locked, but it wasn't. It was key locked. And the only set I had were the 2 keys with me and the spare key in my uniform. And having locked the uniform in the locker, it would mean I had to go down. Argh.

So me being me, I had to pay for the consequences as I have many times before. Usually for my careless mistakes, I would find some way to rectify the situation. In this case, the only way I saw to rectify this situation would be to go all the way down in the middle of the night to the station to retrieve the key in my locker. Which I did.

If there is one thing I am grateful for, it would be the fact that home is not that far from where my station is. The fact that my other squad mate's house is literally a few minutes walk-away is irrelevant to my point. The point is, I'm grateful for the fact that I am only 30 minutes away from the station and not somewhere insane like 1.5hrs away, like my bro XP
Comparing it with the travel times back in Australia, I could travel all the way from Geelong to Melbourne and still have time to order a cup of coffee and drink it before Amoz reaches his camp. That's how insanely 'efficient' our transport system is. So really, 30 minutes for me to reach my station is great!

If I had to go to the PA, it would take me around one hour plus to reach there. Compared with my 30 minutes travel time, that's nothing, really. I'd much rather be traveling 30 minutes each day than to have to travel 1hr+ to some camp weekly. That way, if I forgot anything, the consequences of having to pay for my forgetfulness wouldn't be so bad. That's how I see it any way.

Yesterday, I was called back from my leave. They were short of manpower and needed people to work. So I got a message from my OC Ops that she wants me to come back to work and I can take leave next time. Having not much of a choice, I fork-lifted myself off my bed at 6am to shower. We've concluded that getting a message from OC Ops in the early morning can only mean one thing - disaster. It would mean that our leave has been cancelled due to some wise guys MC. So that's when I had another one of my leave cancelled. Twice it's happened already. I just hope they don't call me back again when I take my next leave..

Anyway, she mentioned in the message that I would be in lock-up - possibly one of the worst stations to be posted in during your shift. It's boring. It's tiring. And it's a lot of time wasted to just sitting there. I've attempted bringing in my Bible and a book, but after a couple of hours of reading, it hasn't been pleasant trying to fight fatigue with my head constantly looking downwards. Gravity generally pull the eyelids down.

So this time, I've decided enough is enough. I will give in to my urges to try to draw the room I'm in. Don't ask me why. I'm not much of a natural artist, but I just had this urge to wanna replicate what I saw on paper.

After 3 hours of drawing and interruptions, I managed my first drawing piece at work!

This is the general view of which I see for 12 hours! So now you guys have an idea of what I have to stare at hour after hour. I dunno if I'm breaking some sorta law by posting this. Maybe a law that conflicts with the prevention of the possibility that a terrorist would want an insight of the lock-up room of one particular police station to where hundreds of police officers work and has resulted to 'studying' my picutre so where he'd know how to not get lost if he happens to break his way into a police station ...... ok .....

Anyway, by then, the time was 12pm, and I had run out of things to draw. It was either drawing the other side of the room, drawing the lock-up hallway where we're 'supposed to' prowl every 5 minutes, or ... something I imagined in my head and just felt like drawing.

I had several attempts at the hallway before deciding I didn't like being restricted to reality. I'd much rather draw something from the imaginary than something people can judge upon in our working environment. I even got criticism for the accuracy of the first drawing! It was just a dry run and didn't care much for it. For all I care, I wanted something to do, and that was it. Stuff accuracy. Lol. So... after hours of much boredom, I came up with something like this ...

It isn't much. I didn't even know I could handle something like this till yesterday. To be honest, I've never even pictured myself as much of an artist. Don't think I have the hand for the precision cause I'd stuff up a lot of lines.

Oh, and if you're saying it's very detailed, it just tells you how much time I have at work. Sadly, after several hours, the 'can't be bothered' attitude came in and a lot of detail went out the window. hehehe, anyway, it's just one for the records I guess. I'll see what other things I'll end up discovering about myself in that room.

Teletubbies

Today, we were obliged to attend the work retreat planned for us so that we could 'spend some money'.

The money was more like the money collected from somewhere which I have failed to ask where from. All I know is that it was 'work' money and we had to spend it on this retreat. We went to some secluded Home Team NS facility in the middle of who-knows-where but it was somewhere near the highway. That's all I know. lol

Needless to say, it was deemed for failure due to the poor organisation and preparation skills of the appointed officers. No one wanted to be there. In fact, the appointed officers themselves admitted in the beginning of the retreat that they didn't want to be there.

You'd think a retreat would be somewhere nice. Somewhere where people want to go and have some fun with each other. Or at the very least, do something which people wanna do too. The last retreat, they went bowling. Now that sounds like fun. Four games of bowling. That really sounds like something worth doing. But no. None of that even happened.

My OC Ops 'instructed' (that was the exact word used to) me to have my guitar on scene so that I can present a song. Any song. A gospel song even. I immediately resisted. I even requested that I pay the consequences of disobeying instructions prior to the event because I knew that this was not a place where I would wanna play the guitar. Not in front of a whole bunch of strangers too.

We had to report at the police station by 0820hrs. But police officers being police officers, we only started moving at 0915hrs. Boarding on the bus, we made our way to the location and to be honest, at first glance, it really looked nice. I actually thought it was gonna be a nice day.

There was a nice swimming pool which looked too top class for me to swim in. There was a very nice lobby area and there were even recreation rooms. There was also a pool room consisting of what seemed like a room full of countless pool tables stretching into a dark dark end. Down below in the basement, there were 2 Jackpot rooms which clearly stated at the entrance;

No persons under the age of 18 allowed.

To which I blatantly disobeyed at the sight of it.

I mean seriously, people are constantly shocked at the fact that I'm still 17 and not at least 18 yet. If not for the way I speak, then for the way I look. To the average asian, I am considered 'tall'. And also to the average asian, I am considered 'large'. Well, at least larger than the average asian anyway. So I don't see any reason why they would wanna screen me of all people; besides the fact that I tower well over most of them anyway. In most cases, this does come in handy; such as this one.

At first sight, I was immediately uninterested to the 'action' going on in there. The two rooms were filled with electronically operated jackpot machines.

Having experienced a lot of this back in Myanmar, I knew that it was pointless trying to win. It was more meaningful if I jumped on the net and played this exact same thing because I would not be losing anything this way.

The odds of winning in something like this is extremely unlikely because you tend to lose more than you win. On top of which, all this is computer operated which basically means you lose the moment you sit down anyway.

Back in Myanmar when we would visit the arcade each week, our dad would continually remind us that these kinda games are for fun. For amusement only. There wasn't any point trying to win because it will just get you addicted and eventually, lead to many problems. The point of it all was to play for the fun of it and to have a great time.

But one thing that struck me while I was seated in that room was that there was this old lady in there playing as well. Just observing her for those few minutes I was in there, I noticed that she would return to the counter for more coins every few minutes because of these machines. It was clear she didn't have much else in her life. Or at least, something wasn't sitting right with her at home - otherwise she wouldn't be there. Not in the middle of no where at least. The poor thing.

Anyway, when we got there, we were all seated in this not too big meeting/dining room. Two division teams were present. Ours and another. We sat and waited for the program to start.

It promptly started at 10:22am as they began the day with 'random' team presentations. This was where I was 'supposed' to play my guitar.

Picture this: a small dining room, with nearly 50 people in it. Half of which were tired from the night shift they had just done, and the other half not wanting to be there. Now, try adding the elements of a silent room filled with tables topped with edible objects suitable for 'flight'.

Then add this to the picture. A young international-Singaporean boy who hardly knows any 'non-gospel' songs trying to entertain this tough crowd. What in the world would I play? If I attempted any gospel songs, I'd most probably be the only one in the room trying to sing. But if I attempted any non-gospel songs, ... well, they would probably be most appropriately described as 'attempts'. Either way, they were both do or die situations.

Fortunately for me, I saw this coming. Which is why many people were asking me, "where's your guitar?" =D Much to my delight, I would try to look shock with palms facing the sky every time someone would ask me.

Anyway, story was - I was so glad I didn't bring it. It was probably one of the best decisions of my life thus far. Even though I have told myself that I would take some 'adventurous steps' quite some time ago, this step was way too far to be tested. So I resisted taking this step and I'm glad I didn't. XP

Lunch was just as terrible. The 'buffet' was humiliating. It was just a puny table with stacks of fried noodle and rice, followed by one tray of chicken wings and fried squid balls. Then, there were some desserts and a massive drink dispenser. I was not surprised to see so much noodles and rice left over cause it wasn't very impressive at all. I think Chariz could cook way better. Go Chariz! XD hehe

Well, after eating one puny plate, I decided to stop. It wasn't worth my consumption. But as if that wasn't enough, we had to endure more torture.

AFter lunch, the tables and chairs were cleared for 'games'. If you can call them games..

The first game was called "the Longest Chain". I'm pretty sure many of you have played it before but the point of the game is to use as many personal accessories to create the longest accessory chain. Unfortunately for the organisers, personal accessories also included tongs, mobile phone chargers, umbrellas, newspaper articles and human bodies. It was funny at first, but really, it was quite sad. The room was so small they had to make laps in the room just to satisfy their long chains.

But that wasn't the game which threw the entire day off. What was bad was that they expected us dance. They called all the NSF guys from our team and asked us to dance.

"What for!?!?" I really didn't see the point in us dancing. The day was sad in itself and you wanted us to have 'fun' by doing something like this!?

Pleading with us, they said we only had to dance for 30 seconds. At the time, it seemed like they were asking us to dance for 30 hours because everybody was waiting. Staring. Everybody was waiting to see us dance so that we can make complete fools of ourselves in a day like this. They even got one of our female officers to stand in the middle of our li'l circle so that we can dance around her. Yeah, .. right.

Anyway, to cut a long stupid and humiliating story short, we 'danced' for 5 seconds or so before breaking up the scene.

And as if that wasn't enough, what happened to me later on was even worse!

The day was just about to close and they said, "let's finish off with some fun!"

'Right' ... I thought to myself.

"Let's get someone to sing!"

The last thing you want to hear at this point was someone calling out your name. Quite inevitably, someone called out my name! Soon enough, people were trying to get me on stage to sing something.

Someone claimed that because I was a 'gospel singer' (ok...), I can sing. It was like trying to fend off a thousand eyes on me as people would cheer and applause for me to get up there. On top of which, my Station Sergent was already started making his way towards me. He strode purposely all the way from across the room to pull me up and on. When I set eyes on his advancement, I knew this was gonna be bad. That this was a sign of desperation to try to kick in some revival into this already decomposing event.

There was no way I was gonna get up there. I had to see to it that I don't get up there. Even though I had this vague mindset to wanna make things better around sad events like this, this was not gonna be one of them.

He tried to pull me off my seat but I was so glad I had the strength to retaliate. It came to a point where I was nearly off my seat when I had to activate my last resort to finally getting my Station Sergent off me.

A little bit of childish reaction by shouting out, "OH!? You want to sing don't you!? Hey! Zin wants to sing! Quickly! Go up now," did the trick. He immediately backed off before anyone else agreed with me that he was in fact a good candidate for this momentous occasion.

"Hey guys, the earliest we can leave will be 1400hrs. So we'll have to endure just another few more minutes. In the mean time, does anyone want to sing?" Names were suggested, and two others embarrassingly made their way on stage. It was very brave of them to do it because the day was terribly sad in itself. At least they had the guts to do it and that's pretty admirable. At least they didn't chicken out like I did.

What am I saying? I think I was Braveheart with a brain! LoL. I still don't regret not singing. In fact, I think I would have regretted it if I sang. I'll never hear the end of it back at work.

Anyway, we were finally allowed to leave. When asked where is the closest train station, I was surprised to discover that I was quite far away from home. At the very least, I thought they'd have the bus bring us back to the station but no. Police efficiency is such that we were brought out onto the battlefield without any means of escape. No matter how dangerous the war might be. It's either do or die.

Or just taking the train back which was quite far away.

On the bright side, I was able to sleep on the train. The previous night shift, I didn't sleep the entire day. I was awake for 27 hours without sleep. It was the first time I had done something like this and quite honestly, I was quite amazed that I can still be awake after so many hours of work. The trick was to keep moving. If I were seated somewhere for many hours, chances are I'd be in Teletubby Land - just like today ...

Showtime

It took twelve 12 hour shifts but it's finally happened.

I believe I've gotten used to it now. It took 144 hours to finally get used to the whole working for 12 hours in the day and 12 hours in the night shifts. And of course it does still seem a bit long, but it's not as bad as when I first started.

Like for all first days, the first few shifts seemed like eternity. But it wasn't as bad as when I first started working back in year 10 for work experience.

After having to work from 9 to 5, I came back each night wishing I was back at school. I still recall the first day of work experience when I wondered why the time was still 2pm and not 5pm. I thought it stayed like that for several decades till it finally ended 3 hours later.

On top of experiencing the work life, I think the massively long working hours I went through earlier this year helped ease the transition into this 12 hour working shift. The major difference between working at that admin job and at this one, is that the travelling time is a lot less consuming. Despite this 12 hour shift being 12 hours long, having to travel at least 40minutes to 1 hour every day, in one direction, can be really stressful and tiring cause you'd have to wake up early and by the time you get back, it's time to sleep.

I guess the benefits of this police shift is that I get those 2 days off which is very very helpful. Everytime I start work the first day, I focus on those 2 days off which is only a few hours away. And when it comes, it's like a high school musical where the kids all stampede out of the classroom and out onto the road at the sound of the final bell.

But I think the elements of having a really nice working environment makes it a whole lot better. There's this nice gradual age increase in my team. With me being the youngest, the next oldest NSF would be a year older, followed by another guy another year older and so on. The oldest NSF is 22 and so after that, I'd say the next police officer would be in her mid 20s? That's right. Female officers! Whoo!

"Thank you Father for making my life a nice warm loving place to live in."

Ahem.

Right, anyway. After that, you got all the senior officers who are aged between 30-50. At least with this gradual age increase, the working environment isn't such a bad place to be in. The older officers can relate to one another, and then younger ones can muck around. Then of course, because they're all so relaxed, people tend to socialise a bit more and that's why everyone is quite open to each other.

And of course with my very direct, purposeful mentality, I am able to take advantage of this and make myself right at home there. I find myself doing things as if I've been there for years. At least around the accused, I want to look like I know what I'm doing and not just stand there like a complete idiot thinking, "this isn't my job is it?"

With these fresh accused, we can make it seem like we know what we're doing. But having been there for 144 hours, I've already seen some familiar accused!

There was this one guy, I believe it was my 3rd shift, and I was asked to escort the young female officer to take the DNA from this Malay guy. Now, this Malay guy looked whacked. I think he consumed some controlled drugs, thus causing his arrest, so he was like somewhere else. There were moments when I thought he would collapse!

Anyway, just a few shifts ago, I saw this guy come back in. This time, I think it was for Fradulent Possession of Stolen Property. He has 15 pairs of shoes on him and he didn't know how to explain it. I had the honour of sorting through his 'property' to ensure everything stated is present and accounted for. I really don't know how he comes up with stuff like this.

Speaking about the accused, I just heard today that a 15 year old girl in Geelong was raped last night at around 7:40pm!

This goes out to all the young girls and even the old ones =P Please be careful! Guys in Australia can be pervs. Actually, guys in general are pervs. Sorry guys. Be careful girls. LoL

The article can be read here, so I won't go too much into the story's detail.

Shockingly, it's in the area near our old church in Geelong and if I'm not mistaken, even closer to the Toh's house! Be careful Tiffany! Make sure you're not alone when you're outside!

Actually, I don't think the area's very safe at all. A lot of weird people stay there. I don't mean to sound harsh, but that's how I see it.

There was another double rape case back in May when two 14 and 15 year old girls were raped by 5 guys. Soon after hearing about this, my caution for all girls in Geelong escalated. My mum also disallowed Chariz to go out with her friends during certain times. Being so far away, I simply frowned at the thought of girls going out alone. I don't like the idea of young girls walking outside alone in Australia anyway. It's definitely like throwing a piece of meat into a jungle. You attract all sorts of animals.

At least in Singapore, it's not so bad. You can hardly turn a corner without seeing someone but in Australia, there are plenty of secluded areas.

But of course I'm not saying that all guys are like this. It's just that group of people who 'want it easy' and would prey on young girls. Disgusting.

So this is my plea to you girls out there, especially those in Australia. Be very careful! Don't think you're some strong chick who can fight off guys cause you can't. Even if you think you're Chyna, I don't think I could win against a guy holding me at knife point, despite me thinking I'm an exact replica of Arnold Schwarzenegger. You'd be way too freaked out! I'd be way too freaked out!

At the very least, have someone follow you. Even another girl, but preferably another guy. Just make sure the guy's not a perv! haha =S

Anyway, it donned upon me just a few days ago that I failed to post up any image of me in a police uniform! hahaha, so today being a very unproductive day in itself, I've decided to be very generous and post an image of me! And on top of that! An image of me in a police uniform! To all pervs out there, remember this face! It'll be the last face you see if you wanna go for young girls!

XD lol

I had the honour of having my face in my friend's MSN display pic, so in response, I'll have the same picture with him in it posted here.

Being the only Corporal in my squad, I had the honour of taking a lot of pictures with my friends on our POP day. And yes, I have not been lying. I really am a police man XP

Our POP where we formed the letters 'POP'. Each POP, they try to do something different. I think we did this because they did something similar during our National Day Parade back on the 9th of August; except theirs was on a much larger scale with their men forming the words "NDP 07" then transforming into "NS 40" - representing the 40 years of National Service in Singapore.

These two awards were for the Best in Studies and Best in Ops fitness. I took this picture the night I received it at the Graduation dinner, so the other two awards for Best Trainee and the PNS Statute award didn't come till the POP day.

Baby Ally: What-ever!

It's been a while since I've seen something this cute. Makes you wanna just grab and smother her! =P

Death To Smoochy

I basically spent the whole morning and afternoon in bed making up for the hours of sleep that I lost during the night shift last night.

But as a result, I have now become a nocturnal mammal.

Seriously though, these night shifts really stuff up your 'bio-clock'. Times when you're meant to be sleeping, you're awake. And times when you're meant to be asleep, you're awake. I reckon I could move to the US about now and not suffer from jet lag.
Sure, I could try to do what I've been doing and try to 'save' my sleepiness for the night so I could sleep for 12 hours or so by turning in early. But what does that do? It leaves my head spinning in the morning because of the lack of sleep.

You see, calculating the hours of sleep, the afternoon before the night shift, I'd try to get some sleep - maybe an hour or two. Then, as I rock up for the night shift, I'd lose 7 hours of sleep, because I'd try get at least 9hrs of sleep.

Coming back at around 9am after my shift, I'd sleep for 6 hours till 3pm. But hey! My body is thinking I've only slept for 6 hours and not 9! So I'm still missing those 3 extra hours. And it's because of that that I'd still be groggy.

That's when I'm faced with two choices. Sleep some more till 6pm where I'd have made up those hours lost the previous night, leaving me pretty much nocturnal for the right of the night, or stay awake and endure fatigue till evening. Unfortunately for me, I've tried the second option many times and each time, I end up feeling really awful in the morning. The last time I tried it, my head was spinning the moment I woke up. It lasted till that night when I finally slept at the correct time again.

However, this time! I've decided to test out option number one. I've slept till 6pm but I had a 3 hour interval from 12pm because I was awoken to the sound of noisy relatives outside. I can recall someone, who I believe was my nephew, banging on some sort of metal object. It sounded something like a pot of some sort. But for those who know me, I don't usually wake up all that easily. Not even if you're blasting music in the same room, I'd still sleep soundly.

But somehow, the volume created this afternoon was amazingly sufficient to wake me up from my deep slumber.

Anyway, it's not that I'm complaining. All I'm saying is that, now, I've turned nocturnal and I'm free to blog! LoL. Yeah. All that blabbing I did above was just so that I could say that I am now free to blog. hehe


Sarah has given me some additional inspiration to blog a bit more about my life in the Police Division. And so now thanks to her, I now have something I know I can blog about! lol

During our previous night shift, we had 3 cases of '32's come in. The term '32' relates to people of unsound mind. Insane. Mentally blank. Idiot. Stupid. Ok, maybe stupid is a bit far, but you get the idea.

From the look of them all, the last 32 that was brought in was the youngest. Probably around his late teens to early twenties. He was like completely oblivious to what was going on. When we were trying to bring him into the Temporary Holding Bay, he resisted said to the officer, "I don't want to die."

The officer bringing him in said, "What? Aiyah, you won't die. Just sit in there. C'mon." Yet, he still refused to move. They were motionless for another few seconds before they told him to remove his glasses as well. But being a 32 and all, it seemed as though nothing was going into his head. He had this really blank look; as if we spoke some alien language and he didn't know we were talking to him.

After finally handcuffing him inside, he sat quietly for a while. Few minutes passed till, one of the officer saw that he was standing towards the corner of the THB and looked as though he was gonna urinate in the corner. It would be very frustrating if he actually did because it would mean cleaning up and at 4-5am, which cleaner would be awake and on duty during those hours? None of course. So it would mean we would have to do it.

But that was not the highlight of the night. The highlight of the night was when one of the 32 went completely bonkers. Fun for me cause I was the first one to spot him acting funny.

Being handcuffed to a metal railing behind the seats, he suddenly stood up, turned around, and started to kick the railing. He repetitively kicked the railing till his end of the railing was actually out of its socket. I actually didn't notice it till I heard all that banging. I looked at the THB and saw him hacking at it with his foot.

I leaped off my seat and shouted at the guy, "Oi! Hey!" banging against the glass window I shouted until I eventually caught his attention, "Oi! What are you doing!?" I purposely pointed my finger at him as I gave him this pissed off aggressive look to intimidate the fella. I'm not sure if he took to it because he too stared back at me, as though he was the boss. After another few seconds of staring, he turned back again and started to kick the railing again. I shouted even louder, "HEY!" By then, all the officers in the vicinity came to the scene and confronted the guy. The 32 turned around again and stared at me again and I stared back. I wasn't worried because I was still behind the glass but the other female accused who was brought in was like a bit panicky and was like giving me this 'What should I do?' look. I briefly directed her to follow the female officer, pointing the female accused to the corner as I continued my stare down with this 32. The regular at the scene asked me to retrieve the other regulars who had just left a few moments ago as my friend, who was equipped with a T-Baton, confronted the guy, speaking in Hokkien.

It wasn't long till I returned back to the scene with my friend at the mouth of the entrance of the THB. He tried to ask what in the world the guy was trying to do, and he told me that all he was speaking was gibberish. All he could pick out was that the 32 said a chinese idiom. It was something like, "Blood will flow like rivers."


Actually, at the time when I heard about it, it really didn't seem like anything. To be frank, we don't take anything the accused say during their stay in our custody seriously. Most of them are nut case and some just insane.

But after typing it back here; after quoting, "I don't want to die," and, "blood will flow like rivers." It does sound a bit freaky. Doesn't it? Well, to me it does; especially when I'm the one encountering stuff like this. lol


Well, those are most of the interesting situations I have had to face during the few shifts that I have been doing. It's really interesting to be in this industry. You see a whole lot of things that people normally wouldn't get to see. I'm sure if I didn't get in there, I wouldn't have seen some of the things I have seen to date and of course, there will always be plenty more I won't get to see, or at least don't hope to see. For example, my friend was dispatched to a multi-storey suicide case on his first day as a neighbourhood police officer. How freaky is that!? I've seen pics of people dying like that and it really ain't pretty. Cases where people hang themselves too. It can be really messy when the police find them.

Anyway, I won't go into too much detail. I can hardly stand the sight of it. That's why I'm not into anything medical. The last job I'll probably wanna get would be to become a coroner. Eeek!


If there's one thing I've learnt so far, it would be this. I've realised just recently that I will not like to use a squat toilet to poo. The old man who was under our safe custody showed me all the 'disgustingness' of pooing in a squat toilet and I won't like it at all. haha

Nah, but in all seriousness, this whole Police experience has really given me something to think about. After seeing all these sad cases of people dying and going insane and people doing illegal stuff, it makes me really grateful for what I have. For who I know. For who I am. I would be shattered if I were to see any of the things that I've seen so far happen to people I know. Takes the perspective of life to a whole new dimension. Let's just hope none of you will be victims of what I've witnessed so far..

Wayne's World

Somehow, I find myself confronted with another 100th post to commemorate again but this time, I'm really not in the mood to do anything fancy. In fact, I'm not gonna do anything special at all.

The reasons why there has been a drought in my posting are simply because, I'm too tired and I don't have anything to blog about. And with these two elements combined, you get someone not blogging.

However, I will see to it that at all costs (not literally) I don't end up not blogging for at least a month.

That is, I pledge (pfft, not really XP) to blog at least once a month at the extreme. I will try my best to make sure my blog does not die unless I do; despite whatever drought I may experience in my blogging world. Meaning, hey! Not blogging for at nearly 2 weeks isn't too bad! At least I'm not blogging monthly! =P To whoever out there who still visits my blog nowadays.

Anyway, to anyone still out there who still read this, you will get to hear about some of the weird things that I have been doing in my new Police Division HQ. To be honest, after slaving away in front of the clock for 12 hours, you really feel far too tired to actually 'blog' about it at home so feel honoured that I am blogging about it because I really couldn't be bothered doing it if it wasn't for my blog. lol

Today, there was something new. There was this old man who we had arrested for safe custody. I'd say he was in his late 70s. White hair, missing teeth - most of which have been heavily decayed to the roots, foul odour and wrinkly everything else.

So we had him in our Temporary Holding Bay (THB) and what was rather interesting was that he kept on wanting to stand behind the door, no matter how many times we told him to sit. He'd also place his wrinkled old cheeks onto the glass door as he started to spit and drool all over the door and subsequently, the floor. He would repetitively spit and drool every few minutes until inevitably, we found that the floor had a puddle full of his saliva from all that spitting. And when I say a 'puddle', I actually mean a puddle. An actual puddle.

The amount of saliva that crept through the bottom of the door had leaked out from the THB and into the Charge Office! The female officers were all squealing and saying how much they wanted to vomit at the site of it.

But if that's something to vomit about, how about having to bring the old man to the toilet to watch him poo!? As a PIC (Person-in-Custody) officer, we had to watch - even with this old man. We had to accompany him to the toilet to watch him poo. Fortunately for me, I refused to 'watch' him and allowed my friend to do all the necessary 'contacts' with the old man, which included basking in the aroma of the faeces. It was so funny because he actually went in front of the old man to 'check up' on him and because he did, he was confronted with a powerful nose numbing scent. He came out coughing all the way. What made it worse was that the poo that came out wasn't the most 'compact' of faeces, if you get what I mean... =S

For the first time, I was able to escort an accused back from court today. I had to do the whole procedure of handcuffing, escorting, stripping, etc. It was interesting but really, it actually is a very dangerous job. If at any point in time the accused managed to escaped, maybe with the help of a friend or if he turned violent, I would have to pay for it, along with my supervisor. This is because 'they', being the prosecutors, assume that we allowed him to escape and as a result, we will be charged doubly heavy for being a law enforcer.

Also, fortunately I haven't been physically 'challenged' before and let's hope it doesn't happen. But really, I've had to cover some of the largest guys in there, I'm afraid if he took a whack at me I might get knocked out.

Usually people say I look 'tall' and 'big', but if I thought someone as large as those guys were tall and big, then I reckon they'll kill me.

Being the new guy, I am being very cautious about my role as the police officer. If any accused is standing in an advantageous position when we are in a confined space, I'll see to it that his position is neutralised as soon as possible. Others seem to be a bit more less cautious about it all. Maybe it's because they're more confident or more aware of their capabilities, but I'm not taking that risk. Not around people who are gonna be charged I'm not.

You see all sorts of things in there. I'm not sure if I am at liberty to say any of these things because I don't think these things are really that uncommon anyway and I'm sure many people can come across these things but for me, it's a first.

Like for one, I came across this young kid, 16 years of age, and he had STD! For me, it was a first because I've never really encountered anyone with STD before, or at least, not one that I'm aware of. But to see this kid with STD at such a young age, it's sad.

Another thing which I would not have seen if I were not in the police force, would be to see people with syringe scars on their arms. I noticed this once when I spotted one female accused brought in for controlled drug consumption. It wasn't something I was 'scanning' for but I happen to come across the markings one night when we were collecting rubbish and it was interesting because I had yet to see that in my life. But now I have.

I also saw an old man in his late 50s with an Elvis Presley hair style.

And I have a friend who talks like Fez from That '70s Show. Seriously, I do! He's from my intake. Unfortunately, he's in another team so I don't talk to him as much but when I first met him, I knew he reminded me of someone but I didn't realise who. Until one day, it all came clear to me. Fez! The way he speaks almost completely sounds the exact same way Fez speaks in That '70s Show. I mean how cool is that!? All I need now is to grab a funny line the Fez said in the show and make my friend read it. haha, ok ok ... I think,

I'll just stop now. =P