Baris! Hormat ke hadapan, HOR-MAT!

Hey. You see, according to the manpower distribution in the building, I'm an extra guy in my department, most probably a 'special order' clerk because of my qualifications, or maybe because I'm a rare find, seeing as I have a brain and all.

Anyways, more to this later.

So I'm in charge of accompanying my finance audit team to the respective places where we audit and help them out.

On Tuesday, I sat in the front seat of my colleague's car cos my officer went to the place by himself.

Now here I am, in uniform, in the front seat of the car, the provost stops the car, checks it, and allows us in.

Suddenly, from the guardroom, came out the division RSM. He looked at me, then saluted me.

LOL. I was like "um.. ok." He realised his mistake and started shouting for me and my colleague to wear our passes.

I know I look like an officer la. A Captain, nonetheless, but I'm not a captain yet. No need to salute la.

Then, during the audit, this division had just set up a mess. So they were super nervous about the audit. I had like 3 SSGs waiting and looking at me, ready to answer or grab any file I need at any time.

Ah, this makes me feel like I'm of use again.

But what I really can't understand is why people are scared shitless about audits. No corruption, no problem what.

And I tell you ah, garmen rules and regulations are a waste of time. The amount of paperwork to do something is rainforest-killing. Chop here, print this, chop that, print 2 copies in case the building burns down, send one copy to another department so they can file it and dispose of it 10 years later. Wah. Useless.

This post is rather pointless, I know. Anyways, I was thinking of buying a nitro-powered R/C car. It'll be fun, modifying the engine, painting a body.. The idea expanded into a buying a nitro helicopter. Fun, fun. It'll cost a bomb, but I can afford it la, all this tuition I'm having, all of it can't be spent on food, cos I'm running out of food to buy.

Then I pictured myself playing the thing. All alone, near the empty field near the bbq pits. What a sad sight. Then I realised that me wanting all this stupid stuff is cos I have more time than I can shake a stick at, like what someone said to me.

So here I am now, without an R/C vehicle, typing nonsense on a Saturday afternoon, cos I'm bored, but can't go out cos I have to see my sister off at night.

I need a bigger stick to shake.

And no, I'm not referring to that kind of stick to shake, you freaking dirty shit.