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I think Geok Cheng is the only person who knows that my current state of emotions is pretty sad.

Maybe it is not normal for a person to feel that sad over the death of a few puppies and brood over it so very continuously. The puppies are not even mine. But... I could not even explain myself. When I look at Rose, Daisy and Nini the cat, I wish that they would have a healthy life and simple brain, so that they will find every pleasure in simple indulgence. I dreamt of an unknown puppy last night. I could not remember the story of the dream, the scariest part of the dream was that I could not remember it. I must be thinking too much.

And to add to it, I have to put on a facade when facing the workers. I know all too well that that someone among the worker is a troublemaker(who backstabbed me), yet, I have to act like I render the same level of friendship to every single one of them. Well, this is work-life I suppose.

Tiko texted me today. And I actually had a excuse to call Geok Cheng, whom I could thank for the support she shared as a wonderful friend. But I am simply not interested in talking at that point in time that I became a relay point forwarding Tiko's question to her and her answer back to Tiko. I think I did the right thing because Geok Cheng might be at work and I could have disturbed her. I know she will say "that's what friends are for" in her fancy SMS-style typing and this is what I really appreciate in a friend.

The model parade

I am indeed impressed by the patriotism and discipline exhibited in this video. The condemnation from the rest of the world aside, what I see is a parade of sheer precision and might. The reviewing officer, unlike our Prataman, claps for his men and salutes them.

Arrows

Unknowingly, I had became a target board. Ah Pui just fired a couple of arrows at me, through Martian.

Ah Pui's allegations against me:
1. I drive the small lorry, resulting in him having no other lorry to drive except the big lorry.
2. I talk with the China workers too much, resulting in them not working.

Both of which I have ready explanation for him and also, I am going to give him a hell of a time.

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Not only Cheoky would love this. (Sorry for the assumption)

Congrats Geok Cheng

She is getting married on Oct 25.

I got the invitation the same day I am feeling most sad over Warrant Yoko's death, which explains why I am procrastinating this post till today.

The society(and I) has lost another eligible bachelorette. Hai ~

I blaze the way to far-flung goals - behind, before, above the foe's front line.

I never expect him to be the one who lost his life. I imagine what was going through his mind when he realised he had a bad chute. The more I think, the sadder I felt. He must have felt 'fear'. Fear of leaving without bading farewell to his loved ones, fear of leaving behind unfinished business or, I dare not imagine further.

Warrant Tan Poh Eng, my esteemed course commander lost his life to an act that was almost a second nature to someone like him. I remember him as a stern commander, yet one who earns the respect of his followers, for he wield his authority with ultimate integrity.

It reminds me of a section in the Ranger Creed that goes, ""I volunteered to do it, knowing well the hazards of my choice." And it all ties in so perfectly, that it felt like a nightmare that never goes away.

I could only remember him fondly. And I believe it's the same to all his fellow comrades. The nation has lost another knight.

I have pride in the Airborne! I never let it down!

I am Airborne.

Airborne all the way.

Salute

Piak!

PIAK! And he fell onto the road from the bus stop.

The time was 08 33hrs. A malay man in his late thirties fell onto the ground - 'l'-shaped and chin tucked in. He must have hit his forehead on impact, evident from the bump. Several panicky commuters at the bus stop gathered to help his motionless and stiff body. A young man walked over, take a look and immediately called the police on his mobile, describing all that had happened and was happening in detail to the police, who then informed the ambulance.

After 5 minutes, someone in among the panicky party finally asked the million dollar question, "Did anyone call the ambulance?" And one can bet nobody remembered the details on how the man fell, how he was behaving before the fall and how he went into a fit and how he was salivating after the fit. When someone finally took the responsibility to make the call, the young man told him that it has been done.

The ambulance arrived with the paramedics and asked who could tell the story of what happened. No one could and everyone pointed to the young man, who then systematically relate the whole incident. He stayed there until the man regain conciousness and was coaxed onto the stretcher bound for the hospital.

The young man also got to know a pretty lady who was civic-minded enough to help the fallen man, and he had a good impression of her. But she left before him because she was already late for work. Afterall, she was among those who stayed the latest.


Just 45 minutes ago, Capital 958FM was airing a call-in talk show. Today the topic was whether a $3000 fine was sufficient to prevent people from feeding wild animals. Many callers who called in discussed about how the hefty price tag was too much and suggested a lower one for first timers, some took the chance to link 'wild' with 'strays' and condemn the feeders, others brought up the theory of 'classical conditioning', claiming that feeding animals will stop them from gathering their own food. Only one madam spoke with great emotions about the humanity of the topic, i.e. are human beings really happy to see the strays die of starvation so that their so-called home can be free of faeces. "YOU WANT THEM TO DIE OF STARVATION AR?" were her last words (translated from Mandarin).

How true. If the theory of classical conditioning rules, then we should all stop donating money to beggars, stop buying tissue papers from make-shift sellers at MRT stations and stop dropping coins into blind musicians' tins, for all these will prevent them from finding a proper job.

And the young man felt a bit of regret saving that human this morning.

Henderson / Mount Faber Walk

Went on a walk today.

Messy

Everything is pretty messy, both in my microenvironment and the wider.

Happening around me: public transport woes. Within a week, I experienced, on 3 occasions, fellow commuters popping their deadly farts in my vicinity, and by that, I meant beside me. To top it off, they can appear like they are the most innocent person on earth. Disgusting and nauseating. And again, I found that the demographic of people who always complains on media are always the one who jolt their way into the train before people could alight, 'pole dance' on grab poles, fart or step on your feet and act as thought nothing has happened. Yesterday, I just witness a blind lady alighting from a bus at Queenstown. There was nothing special except that before she could alight from the front door, throngs of people had jostled past her to get onto the bus and the bus 'captain' did nothing to help the blind lady down the bus. World class indeed. For the record, I helped her.

In the wider environment, we saw the table tennis team getting into boiling feces again. This time over the insult that our dear MP (or so it has been highlighted so often in the media) thrown onto ex-coach Liu Guodong, which suggest that he has a lousy character or some tinge of unprofessionalism. I am not a big fan of Singapore's table tennis, though I am quite impress by team China, but I could not help but feel disgusted by the remarks from the STTA on Coach Liu, who is now the coach of the Indonesia's team. It's fine that they do not wish to nominate him for the Coach of the Year award (which is not a big deal imo), but is it really necessary for them to add in the insult?

A new shelter from the elements of nature

We were supposed to be going in to bury yet another puppy who died, for whatever reason I forgotten. But the body could not be found. So, we carried out mission B, i.e. to give the puppies a new shelter away from the traffic. I had only 30 minutes to construct the feature, so, apologies for the lack of aesthetics.

Milk is bonding well with the Blackberries, while the quiet one is still recuperating quietly. To be honest, I am really worried about the quiet one because he seemed so uninterested in life. Well, I shall monitor him through Seamonkey. Baby Mocha has grown up, like the rest of the siblings Blackberries since leaving the litter for another one. And Baby Mocha is dying for a shot from the camera.

Sleeping Brownie

What can I do?

I am about halfway through Subhas Anandan's The Best I Could. I am slightly inspired by his motivation to do his part to help the most heinous person gain a proper trial. And I thought to myself, being a very humanely skeptical person, what I could do, as a tiny being on Earth, to the lesser privileged beings like animals. I could not answer myself, but I would not attempt to see myself as a saviour like Mr Anandan is to countless criminals.

Today, one of Seamonkey's puppy is dead. Yesterday, he admitted to me that he accidentally injured the pup's legs while reversing the car, and I assured him that the baby is not going to die from that injury, citing Ah Rose as an example. But today, when Seamonkey went to the farm, he found the baby dead. When I reached the farm and saw the lifeless carcass of the baby, I was overwhelmed with sadness. It was the first time I saw a real carcass so near(I did not even manage to see Apple's body). I held up his lifeless form and place it on a piece of cardboard, while Seamonkey went in search of a shovel. We saw the pup bleeding from the nose, and Seamonkey wondered why. In my heart, I thought it was internal bleeding and I reframe from telling that to Seamonkey lest he blames himself too much. But it was later discovered that a farm driver had knocked the pup in the morning. Luckily, I did not mention anything earlier.

I summoned my LrrP strength to dig a one-feet niche for the dead baby. That was the best I could do for him.

Rest in peace.

Old School

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