When i still had hair

Labrador Re-editted

Photography Competition in Stn 11

September randoms

So this is it; the first time ive taken out my DSLR this month. It was Zul, Nazri and Rok's last shift at the station. And it was quite a solemn affair. Its hard for me to reinterpret someone whom ive always perceived as harsh and cold when he starts to break down and cry. My brains just cant figure that out fast enough. And within all matter of confusion, ive realized that nothing is ever permanent in this force. Change is an inevitable fate that we must all embrace. When Zul gave his farewell speech, everyone was silent. It was as if a huge boulder had been rested on our shoulders. Now the spotlight's on us; i know. Now it is our turn to shine. But do i really want to? I dont think so. Those are big shoes that i need to fill...


PS: This pics are just some of the photos that were taken that day. For the rest of the album, have a look at Stnone_Rone's account on Facebook.

Beauty in rain

What better time for me to be posting this series. These pictures reflect my current mood as i think what the future may bring for me tomorrow. I screwed up at work (though unintended) and i think it is only right for me to be facing the music. If only the person singing knows what he's doing; then it wouldnt be so bad now would it? But then again, in this "perfect" world that we live in, theres only so much that could go right. Bleurgh...

These pictures are completely uneditted and i personally like how it turned out. I hope you like it too.

If only it is always this beautiful everytime i rain.

Almir's Birthday

Recently, i was deeply honoured to be a part of Almir's birthday celebration. It was a mini meetup for the MRF (classified my ass) boys. We had supper at Al-Azhar followed by cake cutting session at Kent Ridge Park. Sian, Ben, Nizar, Is and of course Almir were there. Boy, have we all grown up. Everyone's moved on and gone to do a whole lot of adult stuff and i am truly happy for all of them. I was all ears when they tell me about their lifes but somehow, deep inside, i couldnt help but feel that ive lost something that i could never retrieve.

Dont get me wrong; i am proud of all of them and to what they have achieved. But with all due respect to each and everyone of them, id rather they not. I still would like to think that they have not moved on and that they are all still my bunk mates. I still would like to have them doing section movement, deployments and running around in MOPP 4 in the hot afternoon sun with me. I still would like to have them as my fellow compatriots getting screwed by Encik together. I still would like to go jogging with Ben in the middle of the nite. I still would like watch Sian play mahjong. I still would like to have a fag with Almir at the "DRC". I still would like to screw 4th with Is. And i still would like to bitch about Encik in bed with Nizar.

And inevitably, there is the story about Encik M. Our leader in the MRF back in the old days. We shuddered thinking and talking about him. But as much as we all hate to admit it, this man has left a crater in our lifes. I'd be lying if i tell you he had not. He shaped me and showed me the way to confidence and leadership capabilities. He is definitely not perfect but then theres only so much that 1 man could possibly do.

But then this entry is not about Encik. It is not about how 3rd Platoon has finally moved on into adult life neither. It is in fact about friendship; its about our bond that we shared and how much we have sacrificed to stick together. We went through a lot within the short duration of our miserable NS life; more than people would ever give credit for. How "kilat" we were, or how fit, or how garang we became, or how sore our butts were after doing a few hundred squats with our loaded bags and rifles. But that was all in the past and this history will never repeat itself.... ever.

It is my pleasure to tell you that it has really been an honour to have been a part of this team. Ive really missed you guys.


PS: Encik always say that people will never understand the amount of shit that we go through. How did he know? Ive never fully appreciated that notion, not until today. Hua!

This is happy

An entry just for you

Stn 11 recently had a visitor; an old friend from the yester-years. Our dear Masrina came back to dekit her PPE. In gangster terms, she has "washed" her hands from the force. Good for you, Mas. I hope, you have learned from us as much as we did from you. Thank you for being the buffer between us and the angry soul. Underneath all the blood and sweat, brute strength and macho bullshit, i have learned that it wouldn't be so bad if they decorated the pumper with some flowers, it'll definitely add a touch of class and a glimmer of serenity. Metaphorically speaking of course. Literally, if we had done that, we'd all look like a bunch of fucking pixies cruising down Orchard Rd. Oh yah, you also thought me how to spell busines, businnes, bussy-ness.

So thank you.

May you succeed in all your future endeavours and may you only look back, not with regret, but to remind yourself of the happy memories and of all the abg² hensem you left behind.

Good luck Mas.

And man created bowling