If I'm ever going to be posted to a fire station, I want it to be Ang Mo Kio FS, rota 3.

Yesterday morning, we had to entertain these little kids from some kindergarten. Ehee. So fun. Its somehow nice to see kids play with water and wear our oversized jackets and jump around the fire engine and applaud when we came down the sliding pole and faces in awe when we were activated halfway through the CPL demonstration. I like these kind of things. Heh.

And I was supposed to follow the DO PL for the day. But no calls. Sad sad. Tsk.

And we played soccer in the evening. All the while I was formulating a plan on the easiest route to grab my attire and into the fire engine. Hahh.

Then from 8pm I had to switch and thus follow the CPL or RT, depending on which one is activated. Then dinner came. Woahhhhh. Got sup tulang, beach road punyaaa. A treat by a newly promoted staff sergeant. Good good.
Talk some cock, or rather alot, then sleep. Or maybe it's try to sleep.

Then at 12am, fire bell rang. Yesyes 12am. While you people are happily sleeping in your oh-so cosy beds, I was sitting in the CPL smiling and on my voyage to yishun for this residential fire. But we didnt even reach there when they gave the stop message. Aisey.

So thats the day.
Je. Pompier.