This one is about not sucking on any dick

Just a random snippet of a conversation i had with one of my NSF,

"Encik, awak tengok tu. Semua tengah jalan-jalan, pimpin tangan dengan matair diaorang. Tengok kita tengah buat apa..."

It was Chinese New Year/Valentine's Day. So every couple in this world were either busy snogging, cuddling or yam-seng-ing while we were busy attending calls and drenching ourselves with sweat to the very core of our souls. The weather for the past few days has been quite unforgiving and we have been attending quite a number of calls to match. No details shall be spared of course but lets just say that we've been quite busy as of late.

I wrote on twitter a few days back about the movie Hancock and how that show somehow actually inspired me to write this entry. Well, what could possibly be the relation between this fictatious superhero and me? Well, lets see. Firstly, he is an asshole. He couldn't give a damn about manners, good impressions or basic courtesy. He has a drinking problem and nobody likes him. But at the end of the day, he gets the job done. He helps people. Yah, he doesn't do it in the most inconspicuous manner. But the fact was that the city needed him and without him, slowly and subtly, everything starts to fall apart. But the people around him didnt realise that till nearing the end. All they see is some low life scum, making a mess of everything. They thought that they could have done a better job and that they could have made it without him.

Simply put, Hancock GETS THE JOB DONE, but everyone hates him because he doesnt go around sucking on everybody's dick. Ring a bell yet?

Heres some pictures of people that I personally know, who won't suck any dick for anybody, who doesn't give a shit about what YOU think, but yet at the end of the day, still manage to save your burning ass even when your dirty mouth is still busy spewing complains about them.

Pasar Geylang

Hey good people of the world wide web, whom most of which i have never met before. I am back. I have been busy; very busy. Busy with work, busy with life. All thanks to Twitter and also the convenience of mobile data plans, i seem to have neglected my blog for quite a while. Alas, i will try to keep the dedication going strong in the next few weeks or so (i hope). Here are some random snapshots that ive taken during my recent quest to survive all the domineering makciks and ah-sohs in Geylang Serai.

The one at the Whopper Bar

Jalan-jalan right after work seems to be my favourite practice these days. A few shifts back it was underwear shopping at Ion. Today it was gym, followed by brunch at the Whopper Bar. I like going out right after work; especially on a week day. Hassle free, not that many people around and i can actually take my own bloody sweet time to do whatever that i want. So there we were, yet again; Muhaimin, Amer and me walking through Clarke Quay to find the elusive Whopper Bar. When we finally found it, i was ecstatic. It was so nice, i really like the ambience of the place. Everything's all black and red and at certain tables they have ports for you to plug in your ipod/iphone for you to listen to your own music but ours didnt seem to work.


























This is Muhaimin, ordering his food. He got the Tendergrill Double, with cheese, nachos and some other stuff that i cant remember.
















































Yummy...





























And here is what Amer ordered; a triple whopper with nachos, no lettuce and bbq sauce i think. Super filling. I dont think i can stomache that.




















































And lastly, this was what I ordered; a double whopper with American cheese, mushrooms, onion rings and jalapenos. Just like how i like it; disgusting. Hehehe. It was very nice lah, ok.

This is sahur @ the station

100th Year Celebration

The year was 1909 when it was first erected and right up till this very day, the firefighters in Central Fire Station have been keeping themselves busy so that you can sleep peacefully at night. Kudos to my seniors; the forefathers whom have set the standards sky high for us, the younger generation to live up to.

It was such a grand affair; the food was great, the video presentation was very insightful (i saw the firefighters from the fire service era in action) and there were a lot of VIPs that were invited. We, the station residents almost got lost in the wave of these VIPs. They had a live feed shot from the Excelsior and the Grand Plaza Park Royal Hotel of the facade of the station. When it was time to mark the start of the celebration, the guest of honour, Minister of Law, Mr K Shanmugam was given the honour of "lighting up" the entire station. The building almost look like a Christmas tree. But it was nice. But the Cordon Bleu Chicken was nicer... ;p

PS: Central FS was actually bombed during the 2nd World War. Not once, not twice, but thrice. But being the kepala batu* that we firefighters naturally are, we're still standing. Beat that!

*Malay for stubborn.

Air Pistol Comp

We did it. We won them all, well almost all. We won 4 out of 5 categories to take up the overall champion spot. So what now? Back to work, what else...

RM$1 = SGD$0.41

My life in the past 5 days simplified; audit, sleep in the station, audit, sleep in the station, audit, air pistol training, fetch Mas, eat durians and get ripped off, sleep for 3 hours, road trip to Malaysia with the family and finally sleep like a log on Sunday. So as reluctant as i was to step into THIS foreign land, like most of the other things in life, i just have no choice.
























The country.


























The masjid.






















The rules




























In the masjid praying.

My brother and my cousins showing patriotism in all the wrong directions; it runs in the family i guess.

This flimsy bridge was strong enough to carry the weight of my cousins and myself; tested and proven.


























They named a village after this canal, can you imagine? Gross.




























Dinner was maggie goreng as usual for me. And this was the place that i saw "sup gearbox" (which literally translate to Gear Box Soup) being served for the very first time. Gross. My cousin said that its actually liver, but then again, no one listens to him.





























And this is him, whom we never listen to (but we still love you cuz). By the way, he's having a conventional sup kambing. Where else do they serve their soup with a straw do u know?



























Well at least they have Jusco. I love Jusco. The mall has everything and almost everything is the same price as Singapore, but in Ringgit Malaysia =)




























Jean Perry Pillow for RM24 anyone? I bought only 1 because my boot was already full. Sorry Mirza ;p




























B having a hard time choosing her quilt cover.



All in all, we had a fun time in Malaysia; just the perfect getaway for my exhausted body. And the food is just marvelous. We went to visit some relatives in the kampung area somewhere in Yongpeng and coincidentally, they had a "Pasar Malam" going on over there. Unlike Singapore, this was the real shiznit; the authentic pasar malam. Mas had Penang Laksa while i had everything else. I know i should have taken some pictures there but i was afraid of getting mugged. What a waste. Im definitely going to Jusco again to do more shopping in the near future. Anyone fancy a short road trip?