Fake red hat

I saw an excited pre-enlistee on hardwarezone forum today. He is so excited about receiving a vocational assessment letter from Hendon, the home of the Commandos, he almost think he is wearing the red hat. He tried to hide his excitement by asking people how to "not get selected", but in fact, I could see that he is just be haughty that he got that letter. So much so that when people gave him suggestion on how not to get selected, he questioned the effectiveness and workability, like he wanted to be a commando there and then. Well, my friend, you can get into hendon, but not before spending a year at Pasir Ris and clearing all the obstacles before that.

Throughout the years, I've seen people who aspired to be commandos, but failed, people who are commando, but failed, people who are not commandos, but failed. An example from the first group came from one of my comrade, who succumb to a slip disc during para-training. In my mind, he is a true commando. Never giving up despite the injury, swimming every night, trying to recover, but he wasn't to be one eventually. The people from the second group are many. Full fledge commandos who are only interested in flaunting their red berets and silver wings on red velvet backing, yet find all reasons to 'geng' their way out of scheduled jumps and bitching throughout battle procedures. And the third group, a medic who went out of course, but insisted on sewing all sorts of badges on his bag. And a clerk from CTC who book in in number 3, putting an unearned red beret on his shoulder, but forgot to put in his epaulettes and wings, and the worst thing, got spotted by all the cubs who went for the morning run. What a shame.


Ah Fluff was discharged from hospital yesterday afternoon, and he was returned to his habitat at the farm. On the way back, we spotted a huge monitor lizard that could have been 5-6 feet. The monitor went into the house and was eventually caught by the workers at the farm. But that did not happen before a huge struggle and verbal confronting from Ah Fluff and his sisters and mother. I actually felt very sorry and sad for the death of that monitor. It did nothing wrong, merely being at the wrong place at the wrong time, and died as a result. May your soul rest in peace, Mr Monitor Lizard. Namo Amitabha.