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Thursday May 3, 2007

Dad says son manhandled at RMAF college

By SIRA HABIBU

ALOR STAR: A Royal Malaysian Air Force College student, who made headlines after footage of him being tortured was released to the media, has requested to be released from the cadet programme.

Muhammad Hazim Ahmad Azman, 20, is requesting to be released on grounds that he is traumatised and demoralised.

In February, footage showing Muhammad Hazim being forced to drink drain water and swallow his vomit was released to the media.

Ahmad Azman showing the papers certifying that his son is a pussy Mouseover this picture please

There is a famous arch as you enter the Sungai Udang Camp. It says: “Selamat Datang Ke Pusat Latihan Peperangan Khas Kem Sungai Udang. Kedatangan Kamu Tidak Diundang. Jikalau Ragu Silakan Pulang” or something to that effect.

I remember some of the things I had to do as an Officer Cadet. We were late in navigation by 3 minutes and we were ordered to submerge ourselves in this little pond at a vegetable farm that reared pigs as well in Bukit Pelanduk. We ate in that pond, we were asked to do a swimming competition amongst the 10-men section.

During commando orientation, my squad and I had to crawl on a tarred kampung road and to crawl from one electricity pole to another by the count of 5. And of course the instructors always start their counts from3 for some stupid reason. We crawled from 8am to 5pm, and were told to attend Show Parade in the same combat order but must be in pristine condition. How stupid can things get? For failing that, it was 1000 squat jumps, 1000 push-ups, 1000 sit-ups…some of which I still owe to an instructor who is now dead. I was whacked onthe head while wearing the steel helmet without the inner during Dark Water phase. I had faeces put on the head and stand in the hot afternoon on the parade square before I could wear my blue beret. I was kicked around by instructors at my flight training school from 9pm through 7am just because I didn’t drink nor smoke. During the mess orientation in Ipoh, I was made to count the number of brothels there were within the Ipoh District Council’s (now Ipoh City Hall) area. I missed by 1. There were 188 then. For that I was made to screw the oldest and most revolting prostitute from 20 of the most gross brothels of my seniors’ choice..in a span of 2 hours. And imagine having to show them a condom filled with sperm everytime you leave the room. Of course after the 4th whore, I got smart and took used condoms inthe dustbin.

The thing is, if you are not prepared mentally to join the military service, don’t join. And if the military does not break you mentally and re-mold you into a fighting machine, then there goes the defence of the nation.

This pussy should read the writing on the arch at Sungai Udang. Then leave the service as soon as possible.

Endlessly

Late at night you called on a phone,
We talked about the day,
When you found out he was cheating.
You tell that it hurts to the bone,
To trust someone that way.
To find that he was deceving,
And I know I’ve always just been your friend,
But if you look my way,
I’ll make sure you’ll never hurt again.

Do you know I exist, just to promise you this,
Endlessly to be true to you,
And if you answer my prayer,
I cross my heart and I’d swear
Endlessly to be true to you,

And if you’d only see,
How beautiful you and I would be, endlessly.

I remember when you fell in love,
I could not believe..
That it was not with me
I sent a secret prayer up above,
And put my heart away.
So that you could be free.
And I know that right now you’re broken in two,
But did you know my heart’s been broken since that day I met you.

Do you know I exist, just to promise you this,
Endlessly to be true to you,
And if you answer my prayer,
I cross my heart and I’d swear
Endlessly to be true to you,

And in my sweetest dream,
You’ve learn to put your faith in me, endlessly,
Sometimes the thing you need,
Is the one thing you can’t see
If you put your faith in me,
How beautiful you and I would be.

Do you know I exist, just to promise you this,
Endlessly to be true to you,
And if you answer my prayer,
I cross my heart and I’d swear
Endlessly to be true to you,

And if you’d only see
How beautiful you and I would be, endlessly

This Wreckage

Gary Numan's Telekon - circa 1981

And what if God’s dead?
We must have done something wrong!
This dark facade ends
We’re independent from someone!

Perhentian 6 Weeks Later

Sunset at Perhentian - by Nazir Erwan

I have decided to make my way back to Perhentian. I’ll be going with Deepblu and Dennis. Since we’ll depart on Friday 4th May, it would be 6 weeks after I left Perhentian with Dive Buddy.

I’m pretty sure I’m going to miss her terribly when I’m there.

Tagging You – What Animal Are You?

This is me on a sunny day - from my Friendster profile

So if you look at your life, especially in the aspects of work and love, what animal would best sum up what you are? For me, I am a dog. Why do I say so?

When it comes to work, I am loyal and obedient. Just as a dog would be with its master. However, as a dog would, I bite if my master stepped on my tail.

When it comes to love, I will be around, giving and receiving love. Even when I am no longer needed around the house, I will still remain near my loved one. When I’m being kicked out of the house, I’ll still stand outside the house hoping I’d be asked to come back in. Kick me around, I’ll still be there, until I am totally downtrodden and emotionally-drained. I’d pine for my loved one, like a dog howls at the moon.

On a lighter note, I am a dog because so far all I got to f*** are bit***s.

I’m tagging Daddy In The City, Metalized the Corporal in China, Mocha, Madam Neomesuff, and Kimi.

Race…Race…Race – Part 4

After three straight nights of giving political speeches in Batang Berjuntai, Jaya Setia and Ijok, I undertook my usual final job of psyops before the polling day. Hence, Ops Burung Hantu (Operation Night Owl).

Spent time with the members of the PJU UMNO Youth. I finally arrived home at 4.40am.

Azli, Azrin and Zul Sabtu
Preparing the banner
Putting up the second banner
Putting up the third banner

Now looking forward to a good rest before I start diving again. Reading as at noon today, support for BN comprise of 47% of total Malay votes, 63% of total Indian votes, and 52.6% of total Chinese votes. My read is a slim win for BN by between 450-600 votes.

You Don’t Know Me

Lonely chair at Jeram, Selangor (21st June 2006)

I have always loved this song by the late Ray Charles…it is about an unrequited love. Painful:

You give your hand to me
And then you say, “Hello.”
And I can hardly speak,
My heart is beating so.
And anyone can tell
You think you know me well.
Well, you don’t know me.
(no you don’t know me)
No you don’t know the one
Who dreams of you at night;
And longs to kiss your lips
And longs to hold you tight
Oh I’m just a friend.
That’s all I’ve ever been.
Cause you don’t know me.
(no you don’t know me)
For I never knew the art of making love,
Though my heart aches with love for you.
Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by.
A chance that you might love me too.
(love me too)
You give your hand to me,
And then you say, “Goodbye.”
I watched you walk away,
Beside the lucky guy
Oh, you’ll never ever know
The one who loved you so.
Well, you don’t know me
(For I never knew the art of making love, )
(Though my heart aches with love for you. )
Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by.
A chance that you might love me too.
(love me too)
Oh, you give your hand to me,
And then you say, “Goodbye.”
I watched you walk away,
Beside the lucky guy
Oh, you’ll never ever know
The one who loved you so.
Well, you don’t know me
(you don’t love me, you don’t know me)

Gathering of the Damned

Yesterday there was a Gathering of the Damned after office hours, to celebrate the graduation of DITC a.k.a Azlan Chao from being an employee of The Nation’s Most Favoured Multinational Company (TNMFMC) to being a pursuant of a permanent membership in the EWL Alumni Club. By my count yesterday, TNMFMC should have around 28 employees left from a high of about 95(?) some three years ago. It was a good gathering…alumni members like myself and James the Stormrider were there, other locals like Mohanan, PAS Life Member, Shaklee Salesman, Jai the Bhai.

It was also fun to watch guys like Tom, Kumaran walk up the street…even Vijay can now walk straight. Tom and Kumaran are among the better guys there. I just hope they secure their personal belongings as some stoopid boy likes to enter other people’s office when they are away. It’s a hard habit to break. Those days, back in the dusty heartland, entering other people’s premise was to snatch goats and so on. You know what they do to goats in rural areas!

Anyway, today, another local has tendered his resignation. I believe another one will soon tender, too.

I love this. On my Yahoo! Messenger tray, I have three special categories: Current Employees, Alumni Members and Baddies. The “Current Employees” list s getting smaller while the “Alumni Members” is growing. Baddies remain the same. They’ll always stay bad.

Here are some pics:

Daddy In The CityStormriderShaklee SalesmanJai the BhaiPAS Lifetime MemberMohanan

The Executive Committee of the EWL Alumni Club welcomes Mohanan as a permanent member.