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SPEED AND DIE.

why do people speed?

hmm. good question. but if you were to ask a seasoned driver why he speeds. well, most likely he will reply, "everybody else is moving so fast. if i were to abide to the traffic rules and move at the designated speed limit, everybody else will most probably honk at me for moving too slow."

see the everybody-else-is-doing-it excuse that everybody else is using in order to blend into the sea of wrong doers so that they can excuse themselves from being pointed out to carry the blame. ugh. cowards.

so what the hell is your point huh? are you trying to say that people honking at you and making your already-bad day bad-er is worse than being the culprit that cause deaths on the road? if you really think that way, (sigh) i really pity your parents for having a son / daughter like you.

i can't deny the fact that the expressways are way too appealing not to speed on, but we(being the moral-educationalized people) must always remember that the consequences that might derive from our irresponsible action are terminal and irrevocable.

alright, just imagine your dad who is sitting beside you reading the papers, your mum sitting right behind you chatting with your sister who is busy complaining to her about school work and friends. see what you're risking? yes, i know you see it. no, i'm not trying to be superfluous. i just want to accentuate the fact that you are not only risking your own life, but also your loved ones. are their lives so expendable? so please, show more intelligence and don't do anything stupid(rash) to jeopardize what you have. it's just not worth the few minutes of thrill.

and if you are thinking of rebutting the point that i've just made by saying that you are in the car alone. oh yea. for the benefit of those who are not tired of living, let me remind you that there are actually other cars on the road. (gasp!)

people have their rights to live and you, being the self-centred jerk who insists of having temporary fun by speeding on the 90km/h-is-the-speed-limit expressways, have no right at all to take away what they have. if you don't want to live, please go ahead and jump down from a flat or something. but don't do it on the road, other people who treasure their lives don't deserve to be taken away with you.

i know that inducing thrill is only one of the thousand-and-one examples available to explain the irresponsible act of speeding. but whether or not are you speeding because you are in a rush for time or to chase after a criminal, life is too precious to be gambled upon. unless you can save a life by speeding. well if that's the case, go ahead. but still, please take due care when *speeding.

*every person here has to abide to the law(speed limits).
the only difference is the speed limit itself.

MY DESPATCH. MY PREROGATIVE.

*the story is completely fiction. any part of the story resembling a real life situation or person or event is purely coincidental. please practise discretion when reading as story contains obscene descriptions of certain(some) unintended intentions.

"tell me you're joking please." that was my initial reaction when i heard the news. i was tearing already.

"it's not a joke," the voluptuous auntie who has went blonde the other day sighed. "i'm sorry."

she gave me a sympathetic look. i don't know why.

it made me feel like puking.

"maybe there's something wrong with the machine," i insisted desperately. "or maybe that balding guy forgot he's far-sighted!" i choked in my own saliva.

voluptuous blond auntie sighed, her view glued to my crotch.

i shifted uncomfortably.

"you forgot to zip your pants."

oh.

"sorry," i replied sheepishly. at least she wasn't fantasizing 'bout my size.

"there's really nothing i can do already," voluptuous blond auntie explained. she smiled weakly. she was tired.

"i know."

the words were silent.

"take care," voluptuous blond auntie concluded. there was a tinge of awkwardness in her voice.

i nodded once, took the paper and left.

at the corner of my eyes, i saw her wiping tears off her botox-fied cheeks.

i ran out, never stopping for a second to look back.

the paper wrote:


pasir ris npc.

MY LAST WORDS.

guess what. finally, i'm a full-fledged police officer! woaho. we're finally out of tracom. ugh. oh well. it just feels so good even the air smells like ck one. heh. this last week in tracom was hella fun. totally rock'on. none of the days in tracom for the past 6 months can be compared to these last days. (even when we had long weekend break) 'coz this time, we're out for good. whaha.

alrite. the purpose of this entry is actually for my squadmates. heh. my comrades i can proudly say are the people who saved me from the raw boredom in our course as the pioneers of the new npco vocationalised training in the usual *shit hole with our fellow mang ko officers.

these 13 weeks had ended so abruptly. heh. i haven't had enough fun yet! haha! what a joke. but seriously, the memories that i'm carrying now will always be the most exciting and fresh experiences that i will never be able to encounter again for the rest of my life. i know i've been criticising 'bout ns bottling up my freedom and etc. but when we were all singing 'graduation' in the mess. when we put our differences away and shouted 'npco' proudly with npc1. suddenly, ns makes so much sense.

the sense of belonging, the love, the brotherhood. everything just makes me realise what ns had really given me. it had given me the chance to experience true brotherhood. the opportunity to live with people coming from different family background. it gave me the chance to cross over boarders and understand people of differing races. it taught me to respect other's beliefs and religion. alas, it taught me how to cover not only my own ass but also my buddies' butts too. heh.

first of all, i would like to thank a few people who are pretty much closer to me than the rest of the family. haha.

seng khng, the one sleeping above me. haha. well, we were from the same squad in basic police training but i only get to know you really well in npco course. lol. i sincerely thank God for putting the both of us in the same course, in the same squad. 'coz i would have never had the chance to know a friend who is as responsible as you. lol. well, call it coincidental or what. you were supposed to be in npc1 'coz you are in echo division. but fatefully, you are placed here. with me. haha! alrite, see how fate has a twisted sense of humor. heh.

johnson, the one full of passion. lol. you are one guy who has totally awed me with your individualistic ideas and ways of seeing and dealing with things. i enjoyed sharing so much "intelligent" conversation with you. haha! but i really have to thank you for being such a good friend. someone whom i can really talk to and actually understands what i'm saying. lol. i'll always remember the times when i kept asking you 'bout how to build up muscles, and the arguments of whether running makes you smaller or bigger. lol. all the biology stuffs. heh. i won't forget you alrite. haha!

kian xiang, the one who always thinks that i'm a kid. haha! c'mon la guys. lol. i'll always remember how much you respect your oc squad and fi. lol. you are really someone who remembers where you come from no matter how high you've climbed. you're straight-forward, you never falter in your beliefs. haha. you always say what you think and never tries to hide it. and i respect you for that! i believe that your honesty commands respect from many others. at least, i'm one of those who will tell you 'bout it. ;) and your passion for the regular girls. haha! you will get a nice girlfriend de la. haha. sorry ah, in here still want to bastard you. but never mind la. once in a lifetime leh. heh.

to the many others that i didn't mention. sincerely from my heart, all of you had created an impact in my life. i will never forget you guys de.

sigh. i will miss all the long baths, ghost story nights, volley ball!, canteen eggs and ice cream and myojo noodles, soccer? haha, badminton, woorkouts, cdc, girls: regular and non-regulars, movies in class and movie nights, squeezing together on my bed!, posing for dumb and subtlely 'gay' pics haha, the quarrels at times, and last of all. mess food. haha. sigh. all good things come to an end and i do hope that our paths will cross again someday, somehow.

*sob take care pals. all the best in life. and like i said before, i won't forget you people de. =)

ABOUT MY CAR LICENSE.

"sir, why are you driving the car?" the traffic police queried sternly. his eyes behind the big black shades.

"it's my brand new black mazda 6.0." i snapped. i didn't bother to hide my irritation. "it costed me $80 000."

"but you are so young." he commented, still keeping his composure. "unless you can show me your license."

"i don't have my license." i groaned. c'mon, how long are you going to keep me? i'm late for my movie! "they are supposed to send me by post last week!"

he took out his logbook. "i'm afraid sir that i will have to take you back to the -"

"wait a minute." i interrupted. "SCREEN ME."

he paused for a moment, "alright." he said quietly. "your ic, please."

"S********" i recited. "i don't have my ic with me."

he keyed in the numbers.

one minute passed...

"oh you have a license!" he sounded surprised.

"like duh?" i shot him with an uninterested look.

"wow that's young," he smiled. "welcome to the real world man!"

i was already miles away to hear that.

cheers!