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《玳瑚師父的看見（四）》(English version below)
THE SIGHTINGS OF MASTER DAI HU 4

在十五前，吾常光顧一間叫「翡翠上海小籠包」的中餐館。它的正對面開有一家，在日本赫赫有名的POKKA CAFE。吾，玳瑚師父，是一位懂得吃的人。而真正懂得吃的人，不會侷限於某一種菜色。中餐、西餐、日本餐、義大利餐、韓國餐、泰國餐、越南餐、印度餐等等，吾一律接納。喔！這麼多的美食當前，衣服與地上，沒有半點痕跡，可見吾的內力，著實不淺啊！（一笑）後來爲了吾的客人，有較安靜以及較舒適的環境，吾才開始踏入日本POKKA CAFE。

在這間咖啡屋，吾享用到甚有水準的夏威夷義大利麵，以及吾超愛的奶昔。單單這兩樣飲食，吾已留連忘返。也因爲這樣，專業的助理領班，見吾到來就曉得吾會點什麼。若吾沒見客人時，大多數都是自己，一個人前來用餐。助理領班與其下屬，就乘機過來與吾聊幾句。漸漸的我們就較爲熟路了，她就向吾傾訴有關這裡的經理，名不副實。雖貴爲經理，卻不以身作則的帶領其下的團隊，把這間日式咖啡座給打理好，反而遲到早退，繁忙時不見人影，愛與美眉講黃色笑話，等等。吾聽了問她難道老闆不知嗎？她告知吾日本公司不裁退職員的。吾見她懷才不遇，但卻是一個勤奮有責的好員工。於是吾就運用吾的眼力，望一望那經理一眼，然後跟她說，那經理很快就會被裁退的。事實經吾預言後不久，那經理真被公司給辭退了。

在東北地區的一間組屋單位，吾受邀來此提供問事。欲問事的並不是，女屋主本人，而是她多年的女人。吾落座於她客廳的沙發，一邊與她閒聊，一邊等她的友人回來。等了好一會兒，她的友人終於歸來。這名女屋主是女傭介紹公司的老闆娘，故家中會有幾位在培訓中的女傭。其友人問完後，吾看見女傭群中，有一位較「特別」的女傭，正對著吾微笑。因為她的「特別」，吾就立馬囑咐女老闆，一定要將這位較「特別」的女傭，留在她身邊，勿將她推介出去。女老闆當然問吾為什麼，記得吾當時告訴她說，這位女傭未來會很幫得上妳。若干年後，她命逢劫數時，身文只剩四十元，這位女傭不只陪伴她，沒有離她而去，還自掏腰包買飯給她吃呢！這些是她親口告訴吾的，她感謝吾，也終於明白，為何當初吾囑咐她，一定要將這位較「特別」的女傭，留在她身邊。

每個人的善惡，每個人的動機，每個人的未來走勢，都已「寫」在其臉上。懂得看的人，才是能稱得上察顏觀色的高手。也算是他她心通了。人的臉就好比氣象局，當一個人悲傷欲流淚之時，其臉必是陰天。當一個人要捉狂發怒時，其臉必呈現狂風暴雨、或龍捲風、或落上風、或雷霆萬軍之相。（一笑）當一個人開心快活時，其臉必是晴天，甚至是豔陽高照。當一個人在密運中，其臉必是春天。當一個人事業有成、生意賺錢之時，其臉必是夏天。當一個人滿懷心事時，其臉必是秋天。當一個人困難重重、身體有恙之時，其臉必是冬天。那位POKKA CAFE 的經理，臉色已入秋冬，因此吾狠批他即將被裁退。那位較特別的女傭，臉色呈晴天，因此吾囑咐女老闆，將她留在自己身邊。若你妳有用人之惑，玳瑚師父是你的首選。

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I used to frequent a Chinese restaurant named Crystal Jade Shanghai Xiao Long Bao about 15 years ago. Opposite this restaurant was another eatery, Pokka Cafe, a renowned restaurant in Japan. I, Master Dai Hu, am someone who knows how to eat. A person who truly knows how to eat will not restrict himself/herself to one particular cuisine. I accept all types of cuisine: Chinese, Western, Japanese, Italian, Korean, Thai, Vietnamese, Indian, etc. Wow! With such a huge spread of cuisine in front of me, yet there isn't any trace of saliva on my shirt or on the floor, this shows how strong my inner strength is! (laughs) Out of consideration for my clients, that they may have a more serene and comfortable environment, I started to patronise the Pokka Cafe of Japan.

At this cafe, I enjoyed their high-quality Hawaiian spaghetti dish and my favourite milk tea. These two dishes always have me going back for more. As such, the professional assistant captain would straightaway know my order when she saw me. When I was not meeting clients, I would dine there alone. The assistant captain and her staff would seize the chance and come over to chat. Soon, we got on more familiar terms. She then told me about the restaurant manager whom she said was not living up to his title. Despite being a manager, he did not set a good example. He failed to lead his staff and mange the restaurant well. Instead, he would come to work late, leave early, and often disappeared during the restaurant’s peak period. He also enjoyed telling dirty jokes to young pretty female staff, etc. After listening to her, I asked if the boss knew about it. She replied that it was not the culture of a Japanese company to dismiss its employees. I saw that she was not recognised for her contribution despite being a responsible and hardworking staff. Therefore I use the prowess of my sight and took a glance at the restaurant manager. Thereafter, I told the staff that the manager would soon be made redundant. The truth is, not long after my prediction, the restaurant manager indeed got the sack from the company.

I was invited to a flat unit situated in the North-eastern part of our country, to provide divination service. The session was not meant for the lady owner of the house, but for a lady friend whom she had known for many years. I was seated on the sofa, and chatting with the lady owner while waiting for her friend to arrive. We waited for some time before her friend finally came. The lady owner was the boss of a maid agency, and that explained the many maids undergoing training in her house.

When the session with her friend ended, I spotted one particularly “extraordinary” maid among the group smiling slightly at me. Because of her "extraordinariness", I immediately advised the lady owner to keep this maid by her side always and not refer her to others. Naturally, she asked me why. I remembered telling her, " This maid would be of help to you in time to come." Many years later, misfortune struck and this lady boss was left with only $40 in her possession. This maid not only stayed with her but also bought meals for the lady boss with her own money. The lady boss recounted this incident to me and was grateful for my advice. She finally understood the reason for my advice to keep this “extraordinary” maid by her side.

Our every deed, virtuous or non-virtuous, our every motive and future development, are all clearly “written” on our faces. One who knows how to read these signs can be regarded as an accomplished face reading expert. This ability is also known as having the penetrating knowledge of the mind. A human's face is like a weather station. When a person is grieving, the face shows a gloomy day. When a person is enraged, the face is stormy with hurricanes or roaring with thunder. (laughs) When When he is happy and joyful, the face will show a clear day, with even the sun riding high in the sky. When he is in a romance, the face will show signs of Spring. When he is successful in his career and his business raking in the profits, it is summer time on the face. When he is pensive and worrisome, the face becomes autumn-like. And when he is fraught with challenges and stricken by ailments, the face will manifest the winter season. The face of the Pokka Cafe’s manager was showing auras of Autumn and Winter. That was why I boldly predicted that he would lose his job soon. On the other hand, the face of the “extraordinary” maid was showing a clear day. Hence I advised the lady boss to hold on to her. Should you have doubts on who to employ, I, Master Dai Hu, am your first choice for advice!

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《向善向上 2》Towards Kindness, Towards Betterment 2

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longtailbutterfly, an NSF serving in SCDF, shares a day in his life on Reddit. Thank you for your service.
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"Let's tell a story.

I'm working my 24 hr (work 24 hours, off 48 hours) duty. It's 1100 and I just finished morning lecture (equipment drill and familiarisation) in the engine bay of my fire station. It's a Saturday so our rota (platoon-ish) orders nasi lemak. Coding comes in over the loudspeaker and we turn out to a case of locked door, suspected DOA (decomposing body). Traffic doesn't give way to our LF (red rhino), as per usual (smh). We arrive at the HDB unit and instantly we smell the dead body. The knowledge of smell will come with experience. The niece, who called 995, asks me if her uncle will be ok. I already know the body is decomposing but I reply "We're unsure, but we'll try our best". I lie to her face. My pump operator (PO, and the only regular in the crew) looks at me and grimaces. We've been in this situation together many times before. We easily break the door and the smell intensifies. I go in first, followed by the ambulance (alpha) paramedic. We find the body on the bed in the master bedroom. The paramedic tells me, "About two weeks". The body is severely bloated, skin green and black. The face is unrecognizable as it has bloated too much. Bile attempts to escape from between the discolored lips creating bubbles. The smell is sweet but rotten and my fireman gags. I get the relevant information I need and step out for a breather. The niece looks at me and asks what is going on. I look at her and I know she knows he's dead. "You uncle... has passed away". I turn away to avoid the emotions. Emotions are killers in this line of work.

We get back in time for nasi lemak lunch. The chicken is a bit soggy this week. The smell of rotten flesh lingers in my nostrils. I watch the Malay romantic drama that my enciks chose on the TV. It's ok, the girl is cute.

Before dinner we get another call - unit fire confirm case. We race there and reach before the fire engine (pumper). They're caught in traffic and will take another few minutes. Two firefighters and I proceed to the unit. Instantly the thick black smoke chokes my throat and waters my eyes. I struggle with my breathing cylinder because the air hose delivery tool is stuck between my backplate and my back. I say fuck it, neighbours are already screaming for us to hurry. The pressure escalates but I close myself off from the members of public, just like normal. We all focus. The only things I listen to are my matra (radio) and my fireman. I just wear my facemask for minimal protection and crawl in. The fire is well alight on the stove and I shoot at it. The smoke limits my visibility to 0, I now can't see my fingers as I stretch out my arm. I crawl back out and get stuck on a fallen wire. I panic as I think of my family. Emotions are dangerous. A fire biker crawls in and frees me. We step out and I tell the crew the fire is almost finished but our CAF backpacks are finished (water foam sprayers). I send the firefighters down to set up water supply from hydrant and crawl back in with the firebiker. The smoke makes it feel like someone just threw hot ash down my throat. We extinguish the fire using an ass-washing hose from the kitchen toilet. I am coughing badly but he sprays my face with the hose. The kitchen is badly burnt. I can feel the smoke damage in my lungs. The owner and neighbours pat me on the back and thank me for saving their home as I walk out. I smile but I know I took another step closer to death.

We get back at 2200 and order McDonalds. It is the best Double McSpicy I’ve eaten in a while.

At lunch the next day my friend (SAF LTA) tells me how stressful being an instructor at SAFTI has been recently. I remember as my cylinder got trapped on the fallen wire, and how I thought of my family in those few struggling seconds. I nod my head and grunt. " SAF has it tough with JCC and everything huh?" I joke. He agrees enthusiastically.

All in a day’s work for the NSFs in SPF/SCDF. If we fail, someone dies from our direct actions. Welcome to NS. No second chances or semula. Just death. I wish the public knew the risks that some NSFs take each day. We might not be as fit as NDU or as garang as commandos, but we put our lives on the line literally every day.

As an NSF I can say I have saved many lives, fought many fires and contributed to Singapore. No play acting or training for a war that will never happen (though I understand the incredible need for an armed military). I love my job, I love NS and wouldn't trade it for anything else (maybe an EMT vocation).

I am still amazed that many members of public still associate NS with army. I wish people would know. There's no greater feeling in this world than knowing some uncle I helped rescue on my first duty at 0200 will live to eat his favourite mee pok or talk cock with his kakis because of my direct actions. Pride and care right?

At least I get paid $1400 a month (;

UPDATE: Thanks for overwhelming suppourt. If I knew how big this would get I would have proofread my writing more 😒 (some might say it spread like fire in dry grass during lalang season). I would tell more stories but I know that it would compromise my anonymity so I'll just shut my mouth, and unfortunately since this is a throw away you guys probably won't be hearing from me again.

What were my goals for this post?

To bring awareness to the nature and extent of NSF work in SCDF.
To just get some words off my chest.
This post was NOT meant to:

Bash SAF. I know the importance of a trained military (I believe I addressed this point in my initial post). If we didn't have the National Service Scheme, invading Singapore as Indonesia or Malaysia would be easy af.

Over-dramatise our work. I tried my hardest to write from a neutral stand point and deliver facts about incidents as cold, hard, and true as the Ben&Jerrys ice cream in my freezer however what we do on a daily sometimes makes me ask "Am I in a Michael Bay film?". It happens to the best of us.

If you were offended, I apologise. My intentions were merely to raise awareness for the often overlooked and under-praised "little brother" NSFs in SCDF/SPF. So many of our kind deserve recognition for what they deal with.

One last short bit before signing off.

EMTs (medical assistants in ambulances) have some of the roughest calls out there, no contest. I was having dinner with my buddy from BRT who later became an EMT at a high volume station when he dropped Fat Man 2.0 on me. Traditionally he and I have always been tuned to similar wavelengths as the chaos-utopia nature of our jobs is only shared between a select few.

He's an NSF like me -- 18-22, male, horny. As per the norm we were sharing gossip about events or big incidents in the Force, latest happenings and where that one cute paramedic at 33 is now. We were just digging in to our chow when he told me "I had a casualty die in my hands for the first time".

According to him it's not common for that to happen. I nod my head as I spool my pasta. It's has a thick green sauce and I can't help but think of my last DOA. I throw the idea out of my mind. Work is work, recreation is recreation. Usually when EMS arrives the casualty has a high chance of surviving, albeit sometimes with long lasting or even permanent injuries, or the casualty is dead. "Case of fall from height. The skull was completely smashed," he told me between mouthfuls of food, "I had the guy in a head grip but the harder I held his skull, the more my fingers just... pressed into his brain. There was no structural integrity left in the skull." We continued eating, he had told me of a similar case before. It wasn't new news to either of us. The pasta burns my tongue and I sip on my lemon tea. Too sweet. "Then he just stopped breathing. CPR AED didn't work." It was the first time witnessing the transition from alive to dead. They couldn't resuscitate. We paid the bill and started chitchatting about soccer on the way to the MRT. It was one of eight calls on his 8 hour duty. The food place was way too expensive and I made a mental note to never go back (unless I'm with my parents). Who charges $5 for ice lemon tea? Christ.

There are many duties where I don't get a call the whole 24 hours. If it's a busy day we'll get 3-4. 3-4 for him is a light day. Alpha (ambulance) guys really get it the hardest.

If you know someone who has a similar job, just listen to what they have to say. It's not easy for everyone to transition from seeing a broken family outside a unit containing a dead body to eating breakfast with their fam at their favourite prata house while being all happy smiley. We all get desensitised to death and risking everything but desensitisation doesn't mean it doesn't take a mental toll on our minds and well-being. We don't admit it because it's not garang, but everyone needs to get their thoughts off their chest every once in a while. You can help them by lending a ear (or a hug)."

via: https://www.reddit.com/r/singapore/comments/4iexp5/a_rant_on_national_service_from_an_nsf/