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21/36 = 58.3333333333%

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 04:31:33 GMT

21st week, 58.3333333% of the training is completed. Now approaching the most cirtical period throughout the training, destiny will take command of my fate.

Things or persons that are not meant to be yours will never be yours.

Take it positive mate, at least you won't have to go through the process of losing it, or, her.

Progress

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 11:14:17 GMT

It has been 4 months and a bit, I have gone through half of the PI training.

I am progressing, right now I consider myself as half citizen, half policeman.

There are so much to learn...I can't say that they are all useful, but when it comes to reality when I am out there in my uniform, I am going to need far more knowledge than I have right now.

It indeed is a challenging job.

A view from guardroom.

So, overall progress, a transcript for myself by myself:

Law and Procedural knowledge:

I am just not a scholar type of person, so far I managed to pass all tests but there are more to come. I will do okay I am sure, but they surely will not be super amazing grades...haha

Physical Fitness:

Too bad to say that I am not good runner, either! I am doing fine in dynamical fitness but I am still shit at endurance running...I am aiming to finish a 2.4km within 10 minutes. It sounds ridiculously slow for a lot of you, I know, but I am just not that good. Hoping to build up my muscle too...I dun wanna pass out of here like a white pig.
Oh swimming has improved! Gonna learn life saving later.

Leadership Exercises:

This thing can be fetal, if you cannot be a commander of a sub-unit, or act like one. I kicked off with a bad start, did real shit in a simple robbery case. Comments received were horrible. I was termed "lack of common sense", "lack of control", "poor at observation"...etc etc by the exercise inspectors, it had let me down for a good while. After some serious observation and learning from my squadmates I think I have made substantial improvement, well, not bluffing but the latest report was impressive. This shouldn't be a problem to me anymore right now, the gist of it is to know what you do and act lawfully, sensibly.
Planned operations are of great fun and there are so much to take away. But well, the next time I be the OC Case of an operation as such would be quite a long time after passing out from here...

Oh the beautiful police college...just to let this post look less boring!

Tactics:

I dunno how good or how bad I am because I have not received any official performance report based on my individual performance. So far I think I am not too bad at it although I am not Jacky Chan in his movie "Super Cop". Tactics isn't as cool as it appears to be...it is about self protection, observation, and use of force in a lawful way. I have only had four sections on it so there are still a lot to learn!

Resistance Control:

No, it's not about fighting and kung-fu. It is about how to use the handcuffs properly, how to search a person and how to remove trouble making protestors. Everyone would do okay in this aspect unless he is a spastics or extreme moron.

Taken in Aberdeen.

Firearm:

Yes, it is fun to play with the S&W police revolver! Meanwhile shooting isn't as easy as all of you would think. There are lot of techniques and theories inside which you will never be able to execute during an emergency situation when shooting is required. My accuracy is 85% so far. (note, the targets are non-moving ones.)

Footdrill:

It's something fancy...I am not especially good at it, I am just an average guy on the drill square who gets bollocking from the instructors once in a while for turning to the wrong direction...at least I don't look ugly!
well, I guess.
Who cares anyway...you don't see cops marching on the streets. As my instructors said, the major reason for practising footdrill, aside from the team building and cooperation cliche; is to march like a real man in passing out parade (especially for the inspectors); and why should an inspector march like a real man in passing out parade? 'Coz your mom and dad are there and its a reward to them for paying expensive school fees over the years.
Very true!

Open University Course:

I thought it would be fun but hell no. Its a complete waste of time. Sociology and Policing; Psychology and Policing. They sound very professional, but the contents are elementary and boring. No elaboration is needed, just remember those model answers on past papers and you will make a pass.

Overall, training is going on okay and I can feel the progress. It is a bit boring sometimes and it can get real hectic. I have met some really good guys right here whom I am sure they are friends for life; things always come in with two extremes, it is impossible to get on well with everybody and impress everyone. Well, I still hope that everyone in 515 and 516 will pass out from this college on time. 27th Feb 2010, its our first destination.

Don't worry mom and dad, I am doing just perfectly fine in here!

It is for you

Tue, 13 Oct 2009 13:50:47 GMT

Dear you,

You know who this is written to, it's a letter wirrten to you.
How have you been? We haven't talked for long. It's been a while since we last met.
The last piece of memory about you is left my old car. You were there, and I am now holding in my hand, what you gave me that day.

You have done so many things that I 'd never expected you would have done.
That piece of paper means so much to me, it is still in my wallet. It has been there since that day. It has been with me all along. It brings me luck.
It reminds me about you from time to time, it is all symbolic thou,
in reality, it is a piece of your heart.

I was on a bus the other day, alone, and thought about you. I got to Wah Fu Station ( I guess you wouldn't know where it is, I know you.) and it was six ish. The sunset was beautiful, I wished you were there. The sky was set from blue, then orange, to purple, then pink, and finally bleached dark slowly. I know you love sunset. Remember the time we went Pak Nai together? Also in Tai Mei Tuk, Macau...

You know...I really hope that you can forgive me. I was fucked up. If you think that I am finding myself an excuse then please let this be my last excuse. I should have done more for you. I should have done more for both of us. I just can't figure out what the heck went wrong with me. It seems that there is a demon in me who'd stop me from loving anyone. I know, I sound exactly like a bloody jerk.

I didn't even know who I am.
But I can remember you lovely smile, how you jumped around and how you pulled your face when I did something wrong.

I know, I know, I am a fucking idiot. Damn it, I am feeling so blue right now while typing this.
Things can never be turned back. I wonder where you are now and what you're doing.
Be happy and be fine. You are special to me.

From

A jerk.

And to the other you,

You bloody know who you are, thank God that you wouldn't read this miserable blog by a miserable loser that you once met in your princess life.

Thank you for all the happy memories, to be real honest, every moment that I had spent with you, they are beautiful.

You were once the best to me.

But now, screw you.
And screw your lies too.

From

That loser you wouldn't even dream of in nightmare.

Reflection

Thu, 24 Sep 2009 06:29:17 GMT

Attitude to start off with, there is only one fine line between arrogant and confident.

Desperate need of extending the attention span. Jesus Christ can you just focus and at least make yourself looks focused???

Maximization of potential is the key.

Wah Fu is probably the best public housing estate you can get in Hong Kong. Believe me.

Patrol Sub-unit Commander is...

To look at this PSUC thing from a different perspective, it is actually simple and straight forward.
There are too much information in minds and that would cause our common sense and intuition suppressed. Assumption kills but believe your sense. Yes, it is hard to grasp the balance.
Do everything with reasons, as an officer, do it with justification too.

It is often ourselves who make the whole thing more complicated.

My best friend is...

Damn it man, damn it...
How long has it been? It has been some quick 6 months already!

I am so happy to seeing your success, proud of you brother.
So I guess you will be sitting at your office with your feet put up high, scratching your balls in front of Youtube while receiving money from tax payers. The worst thing is your shift arrangement...I wish I was a fireman too.

Good luck bro

and you will come to my P.O.P. on 27th Feb 2010.

Public Service...

Sun, 20 Sep 2009 11:39:49 GMT

警員槍擊尼泊爾籍人士

消防員拳擊激烈掙扎企跳女士

What would you do, if you were that police officer at the scene facing a fierce violent person who is out of control?

Would you shoot that guy when your life is at risk?
Were there any better options?
If such incident happened in Nepal, would things be the same?
If the victim was a local Chinese, would things be as amplified?

What would you do, if you were that fireman who hangs himself in the air just to rescue a life from the edge of a building, but meanwhile putting his own life as equal risk?

Would you let the woman struggle, and letting more equipments to drop from your pouches to the ground, putting lives on ground at risk?
How would you calm the woman down, when you are in the air, 10 floors away from solid ground, and your life is hung about by one single rope?

Members in public services are trained to perform our duties with REASONABLE JUSTIFICATIONS, in another word, we act on reasons. For policeman to fire a shot at a person, he must give warnings prior to trigger. Shooting is the last resort.
For that fireman who punched the woman in her face to shut her down, he did that for reasons too. Fireman are fireman, they are not doctor, nor psychologist; unless from now on legislation enables FSD officers to carry doses of tranquilizers with them when acting on duty.

Members of the public should understand the urgency of such situation and appreciate professional judgement made by such officers. If you, after having truly appreciated the situation and have come up with better justifications provided for those officers, please voice them out.

Mind Fatigue

Sun, 06 Sep 2009 09:57:44 GMT

God I am so bloody tired.

I have become stupid in every way. I can't speak clearly, I can't think logically, I can't write fluently.

I really am so tired, however I dunno what am I looking for.

Missing my days with Rollerblading

Sun, 16 Aug 2009 08:27:42 GMT

差不多半年多沒踩野了﹗

對這運動的熱誠的確是有減弱﹐
而減弱的原因是因為生命中有其他的事把它趕走了
它就是工作

不是說工作和嗜好不能共存﹐
很多踩野的朋友兩樣也平衡得很好
踩野是很特別的運動﹐它的性質和其他較主流的不同﹐
他比其他運動需要更大的勇氣﹐
你為了它會比為了其他運動作出更大犧牲

受傷了﹐便不能工作。
可能會有更深遠的影響

一年多前﹐大學畢業。讀書時還記得有無數個晚上放學後到不同地方/SKATEPARK和朋友踩至通宵達旦﹐弄至片體鱗傷。
畢業後的第一份工作是輪班制的﹐還要在機場上班。嘗試過連續上班十三日不放假。通宵更至凌晨四時﹐或是早更凌晨四時至中午十二時簡直是家常便飯。縱是如此﹐我還是搾得出時間去玩玩﹐見見朋友。但已經沒可能像讀書時般投入了。

半年前﹐夢想與現實偏離﹐工作沒前途﹐便決意投身紀律部隊
紀律部隊要考體能﹐跳高跑步引體上升。雖說那些所謂的體能測驗毫無難度可言﹐
但若扭傷斷骨便沒可能通過。不能通過便要再等一年才可再申請﹐
試問一年又一年﹐歲月不留人。難到踩到身體不能再負荷才去投考﹖
先是消防﹐後是警察。我放棄了踩野希望可以換來前途。最後工作是得到了﹐但仍覺略有所失。
近排番看以前拍下的照片和VIDEO﹐覺得有點...可惜

我踩野並不厲害﹐更可說是水皮。
但這並不緊要﹐一路以來我只是去享受和感受。途中有痛﹐痛﹐痛﹐和痛。腳上無數的傷口﹐手腕總是痛著﹐足腕每兩三個月便會腫。腰骨又痛﹐手指的筋又斷過...
但換來的是很多很多笑聲﹐回憶﹐歡樂和成就感。當然﹐還有一班很要好的知己。
當時﹐我覺得我有一樣屬於自己的運動﹐屬於自己的Identity。我們有自己一套文化和方式。我們說一套特別的語言。可能當是年少氣焰﹐我就是喜歡被人不認同的感覺。因為﹐踩野是很特別﹐很好玩的運動。那種感覺﹐是很多人是未感受過的...

現在我離開了這運動﹐也和這運動的圈子。除了真的很很好朋友的數個外﹐也找不了機會和籍口去見那些skater舊朋友了。說真的﹐真的覺得很可惜。
星期天﹐我坐在宿舍房間內一整天。看著那些可怕的法律一整天...
偶然會看看外面的天﹐想﹐“咁好天﹐去美乎踩下都得WO”
但隨即又會想﹐頂﹐“咁耐無踩肯定會仆街。整親就踩包啦﹗想唔畢業呀﹗﹖”

然後﹐又放棄了。

在這個訓練的制度下﹐我根本不可能有自己﹐
沒有了踩野﹐我更加發覺我已經沒有了自己

有時在FACEBOOK和踩野網頁或網誌上看見朋友的skating video和照片﹐
我便會問自己 - 你快樂嗎﹖
我便會答自己 - 算吧啦...

屯門大會堂﹗

Meaning of it

Sat, 01 Aug 2009 15:52:55 GMT

It means responsibility, accountability, ability to overcome hardship and millions of sleepless nights.

Training

Sun, 26 Jul 2009 07:31:31 GMT

...is tough

Physically exhausting, mentally draining...

It is stressful, we often doubt our choices, and our capabilities...

It, nevertheless is rewarding, and enriching...

On 22nd July 2009,

Our squad hiked in Sai Kung, on the Sharp Peak Ridge.
After 13 hours of non stop hiking, we arrived Ngau Wu Tun, a small mountain south of Plover Cove.

We were soaked by sweat, tired, thirsty and hundry.
We only had 4L of drinkable water for 15 members in the squad, a very little amount of food...
No tents, no sleeping bags, no dry clothes.

We were left there and stayed overnight.

Without a tent, or ANY shelter
We tried to sleep and rest our tired limbs.

A heavy shower came in the middle of the night.
We were wetted, cold. We were shaking, some cried...

But, we survived.

We will only get tougher, because we are the protector.

Boot Camp

Sun, 28 Jun 2009 02:43:52 GMT

One week in boot camp has passed and I am still alive. Here is a lil' bit updates of my recent life..

Day one was fucked coz we were in our suits and it rained like shit. We were soaked from inside to outside. Fair enough, we didn't get assigned to our private rooms as there weren't any left for our squad! It was such a hot day, energy drained and sweated dry...

Day two we started to adjust to it. It felt good to be in uniform - not because of how cool it looks, but because of the fact that the uniform weren't mine. Wetted? Stained? Wrinkled? Torn? --> Trash 'em.

Did some footdrill training and did some marching. Luckily enough I was in scout troop and CCF so marching and drills weren't hard tasks. We were briefed about the overview of the course structure, I am worried by the academic part coz I am never good at studying...criminal law, procedures (there are NUMEROUS of them...)...you can't fail one exam, one time fail and you are fucked, that's it.

Still it ain't all negative. I am looking forward to weapon training, resistant control, practical exercises and visits. The first week was much easier than I had expected...I hope I can cope.

More laters...

(left something outside of the camp but can never bring "it" in with me....no good no good..)