it's just one of those days, i guess. but of late, it's always those days that keep on coming.

i think i've gone through a lot. have i, really? maybe i choose to think that way to feel sorry for myself.

fuck-all, let's go to sarajevo.

"Hello sayang. =)

baby I'm only at jusco and they happen to have wifi here so I'm emailing you just incase I can't find anything later. I miss you and I hope you're doing well. Remember to sleep early kay, don't cheat just cause I'm not thereokay I'm pyshic. Okay truthfully I don't know how to spell that word.

Baby, drink lots of water kay and I love you very much. Kisskiss boyboy."

we tend to be very superstitious with regards to incident calls, like how i'd place my fire gear leggings in a specific position at the hanging rack while everybody else puts it in the pumper because apparently when i do that, i get more than three calls per duty. sgt phua, however, is a special case. we call him "the locksmith". simply because he has gone to multiple locked door rescue incidents when the public complains of foul smell, most of the time, finding decomposed body in a housing unit.

yesterday, the locksmith was the section commander in my turnout crew for PL 151. lo' and behold, we received a call on a locked door incident at night. we arrived at scene, all of us in uniform knowing that this is only a rescue incident while the locksmith is in all out fire gear with helmet. he got down from the pump ladder, got the bolt cutter and charged to the lift. when i mean 'charge', i meant it in the "300" the movie, this-is-spartaaa kind of charge. i don't know whether to laugh or to smack my forehead.

everybody running to the housing unit of the location, myself trailing because i was tucking in my shirt. as i reached the unit, i realized the police were already there so i was trying to find the in-charge to enquire more about the incident and i saw one of them smiling to me. it took me a few seconds with the smell and all to realize that it was hafiz.

so i was like, amaciaaaaaaaammmmm! i was fucken happy to see him considering that i have not met the gaycrapz for a while (hell, what's new, what's new, i've always been missing in action). since he enlisted into the singapore police force for his national service and got posted to bishan npc and he practically cover the same area as i am, we're bound to meet. i'd never expect to meet him at such an unusual circumstance. and despite all the tension with my crew trying to conduct forcible entry, the smell and what not, hafiz and myself were catching up on each other.

when we finally managed to force open the door, the smell got stronger and the locksmith was shaking his head and was like, "sir, confirmed case." so we went in, since nobody wanted to go in and tried to look for the source of the smell. we found the subject eventually on the floor beside the bed, still conscious so i called the paramedics in. god knows how long the subject was there in the dark with just the radio on. i hope the person is fine now.

two learning points from yesterday: first, axe brand medicated oil works wonders to shield odours and second, i miss my friends.