A weak old man of empty threats - that's the only thing he's capable of making.
Despite all the complaints against CCIS PC and his monstrous acts, I am still keeping my reservations on his character and demeanour. The person who pissed me off more than anyone else is none other than TTB, who seemed to wield with much pleasure his newly found authority and power after the majority of the battalion had gone overseas. Brushing aside the frequent Coy fall-ins that he takes pride in - mostly to do pointless things like cleaning up the grass patches around the coy -, the incident on Thursday night easily aroused the ire I bore of him and it only goes to show how deplorable and abominable his behaviour is.
Roll call, that's what he claims it to be. At 2330 on Thursday, we went for a final parade of the day, the sole purpose that is to account for the strength in the coy. The notion of "any attire" brought across the message to any intellectually-abled person to be that one can wear whatever he deems fit, presumably sleeping attire since it was near midnight. I trudged downstairs therefore in slippers and admin attire. But TTB had to arrive in his repulsive singlet and make a mountain out of a molehill.
He siphoned off all those who wore appropriate outfit and I guess he found the number still too huge for him to manage, thus he marginally accepted sandals and sent off a few more guys to the safe heaven of the bunk. Eventually, there were an unlucky 8 person left, me included. These days, I reckon he finds confiscating 11B a thrill - we were instructed to bring down ours but not before another round of nagging that we must always bring our 11B around because we might fall down the stairs, break our head, need a urgent blood transfusion, and ... his wild imagination took the better of him. By now, I was already smoldering with rage and I raised the issue that I had guard duty the following day indignantly. Well, one of the node spec was attempting to talk terms with him in Hokkien and I found myself curbing my anger so as not to render his negotiation useless. I debated and thought that it was useless to rebut him considering his stubborn temper. So I relented, gave up my 11B and after twisting Kervin's words and coercing us to admit that we are in the wrong, he returned the 11Bs to us. What nonsense, I figure he realised that he was in no position to give any punishments and succumbed to our suggestions of a warning?! Seriously, I don't think it warranted anything more than giving us a warning, but he had to drag the drama to past midnight!
With all the strict rules and regulations being enforced in camp nowadays, and all the threats of giving extras being bandied about, I suppose they have disillusioned all in camp of a peaceful and fun April.
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