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