Finally went to cut my precious hair which I have been carefully tending to and watching grow for 1.5 months now. After the haircut I thought what the heck, there's a polyclinic there, so I went in to settle my cough. To my disappointment, it turns out that instead of a sensitive ear (which is important for someone who plays the violin), I have a sensitive nose (which is important for absolutely nobody). Somehow, my DNA was wired for me to be a really well-behaved and unobtrusive member of society. Apparently, besides having an allergic reaction to beer (which gives me a little rash), I am allergic to cigarettes too (which is the reason for triggering my sensitive nose). How the doctor was able to diagnose a nose problem when I told him I had a cough, that really blew my mind. It's like adding 1 + 1 and getting chaos theory. I guess that's why they spend such a long time in medical school. Truth to be told, I am at my wit's end already as waking up just after midnight to cough my lungs out when I have to be up at 5.30am is not my idea of a good night's rest. Hence, it will be using poison to counter poison (it says poison on my medicine) and I will be using some ultra controlled nasal spray that contains steroids to contain the problem. Maybe it will let me run faster after criminals, I don't know.
My sickness aside, I have thought of the main problem of being a policeman. It is that a simple patrol would require us to warn/fine/arrest roughly 20% of the people we see. That is not such a good prospective considering there's only 2-3 of us, and roughly 10000000000000000 of them. Somehow, our brains are wired in such a way that actually encourages us to take risks (from research findings based on the study done by Joshua's Quack Institute). It could be little risks, like sleeping just 5 hours each night before my duty and hoping I can stay awake throughout, to bigger ones, like emptying the whole spray into my nose and hope I can pass my 2.4 after that. As economists would tell us, we do actions based on our idea of marginal costs and benefit. To cross across a street without using the traffic light presents certain costs such as being knocked down by a vehicle, being booked for jaywalking, seeing a cockroach that leaves us stunned long enough to be mowed by a trailer etc. To reduce that cost, we obviously wait until the streets look clear enough and obtain the benefit of not having to use the pedestrian crossing which would be some distance away. Others would enjoy taking bigger risks, such as robbing a school-going child near a police post, where the marginal costs outweigh the benefit quite significantly. In this case all economists worth their salt could tell you this much with quite a significant amount of calculated certainty - that person is simply a retard.
The premise being that many of us like to take risks that toe the line of legality, where exactly is the limit that requires us to step in and make life miserable for you? The line could be simply legality (you raised your hand to scratch your head just now, I think you were going to strikethe lady standing 10m away from you with enough force to render her immediate death, therefore I'm going to arrest you), or emotional (I don't like your face therefore I'm going to arrest you). This requires us to make very difficult decisions, very big shoes to fill.
My feet are rather small.
Tried abit of Chivas too which I was thinking of getting earlier this week. Sure glad I didn't manage to. I guess most of the time it's older people who drink it because their tastebuds must be dead to be able to swallow such a vile substance.
Time stood still in our final hours as the world whizzed us by... *utter bullshit* I think my cam just sucks.
This is the look I get for distracting him while he's trying to chiong out of church
We're going so fast the motorcycle is whizzing past us!
Us on the road *cars honking behind*