I am growing up now

My day began at 4.14pm, when I made my way back to my workplace for aikido lesson. Learnt that parade rehearsal actually ends at 5pm today as today is some forcewide Family Day and everyone is made to go home at 5 to have dinner with their family. Wasted my leave, but rotting at home on a working day is priceless.

Was very distracted during lesson and was reprimanded several times for doing all the wrong moves and making all sorts of intolerable mistakes.

Then at the end of the class we mourned for a particular instructor, whom I am remotely connected with, as he hanged himself (okay, I don't know him and have never seen him before). I actually feel sad and I'm not those who usually do. Maybe its the somber atmosphere that amplified my emotion, but I truly believe that its something else.

Then, everyone began to discuss about him, about his greatness and started speculating his problems. As always, I would try to be philosophical and blabber on and on about how people shldn't only care about him after he died, about how he shldn't be so silly to commit suicide (I am a policeman and I ought to be skeptical) and shldn't be sad for his departure as it might be a relieve for him. Today, I am not doing so.

I just wish that I would not be called a bastard when I died.

Why do people only receive the most compliments when they passed on? What is the use of all the carings and praises after their death? How I wish now I can be a caucasian so I can give care and compliments as freely. Asians just feel uneasy after being praised.

Anyway, we shall not wait till death for another compliment. I am about to say some good things about my readers, and not in order of importance, we have

Calis - Thanks for caring for me in the hospital, though you are obliged to. Thanks for entertaining me when I'm bored and thanks for appreciating and tolerating my lousy jokes and bullying. Continue to be cheerful and try harder at acting cute.
Caiying - Thanks for advertising my blog for free and hence you are jovial, sweet and adorable. Hehe
Ah peh an ta (my father, eh he doesn't read my blog) - Thanks for slogging so hard to support the family and yet I'm not really as appreciative as I shld. Would try to talk to you more when you call back again.
Jackson - Thanks for always jioing me to play mahjong though I always reject your offer. Great friend, cheerful, loud but irritating. Overall still user-friendly haha
Huijing - Feel comfortable talking with you. Don't be lazy
Tzemay - Don't know whether you read my blog, but pls continue to be very tzemay. I like how you write. I suck at narration.
Benjamin - Don't be Bendric anymore. You can be zai one. Don't waste it.

If you are my secret fan, do inform me. You didn't come to my mind now, but you are as impt.

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Okay, my aikido instructor is promoted to Supt of Police and therefore I guess he needs more men to be under him.

Supt Bernie: Oei Tan, you NS ah?
Ungraded white belt fumbled, but replied: ......... eh...... yeah.............. sir....... why???
Supt Bernie: Why you nv sign on!!!!
Supt Bernie continued: Civil service is good, see I work all the way for 27 years to become Supt. (Its not an easy feat. He didn't start off as a scholar or a senior officer) I thought I will nv be promoted.

I gathered that I look like a gurkha and he happened to be the Head Ops in Gurkha Contingent hencefore I was the only person being accosted with this signing on question. Originally I really thought of signing on. But I'm not as pro as Bernie to have become a commando major, to have gone thru the ranger course, to have lots of military colors and to be able to run 16km under 2 hours with a very very heavy bag when he is already 48 year old.

So I can only carry balls. But for 20 over years of my life? I guess I'll give the signing on thought a skip.

Regards,
Jun Jie