so initially i was all ecstatic because i was posted back to civil defence academy at the fire fighting training wing. being back in the academy would mean that i would be working office hours, have a chillex time for the rest of my ns life training mat recruits. and i was happy as hell. then, just a day after my passing out parade, they told me that i am gonna be posted to bishan firestation and i was like, yo what the heck.

they told me that the new posting was 99.9% confirmed because they still needed the deputy's signature on the paper. so i held on that small chance of me staying put in the academy, of course, to no avail. my father called me up just now in the morning and told me that major azlan had personally talked to him and confirmed my posting at station 15.

how, now. how?

no regrets whatsoever.

forever and
ever
ever
ever
always.

ever
ever.

ever.

i miss your scent, palm-olive.

POP-OH!

41st BOC
24th June 2008 - 23rd Feb 2009
Ortus Ex Incendia

Saturday, January 10, 2009

it's fucken over, hell yeah. fire-fighting training is officially over (minus the hazmat training that i would need to go through if i'm going to be operational but that's after the block leave). in comparison to inferno, exercise carina was a killer with the suits and the masks and casualties and everything else. but after the last exercise, i was peeved to have not felt anything considering that it was all over. what matters, i suppose, is that i survived.

so israel and palestine, yada yada. i think it's just me being in preoccupied and stuck in camp and i just can't be bothered by the news at all. like, hokay, what's new, it's happening again and sowhutt? the conflict is endless. still, though, it's scary how all the prophecies are falling into place and if israel is going to be at it's peak, then it's time. it takes one action from the other arab countries to spark something off, get israel (with the help of the big brotha) to go aggressive and we can all wait for the messenger.

which explains my current fascination to the end of time. thus, i shall go crazy and invest on a solid astronomical telescope (and i'm being serious about this) so that i can have a beautiful view of the moon and nebula and stars and at the same time, become the sentry boy and tell everybody when there is an asteroid or planet that is on course to earth. it's a win-win situation, really. and if it's true that nibiru is out there, i'll get to see it up-close.

on a much lighter note, i caught the great jason statham on his third instalment of the transporter. which rocks. okay, it didn't really rock, like, ROCK but jason statham did like always albeit his balding head. and after the movie, i felt inclined and motivated to hit the gym. oh and of course, who can forget the supporting cast, natalya rudakova, a gorgeous russian with short hair who reminds me of somebody.