BEEKIATISM (adjective): used to describe things that do not make any sense.
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It's the second week since we first went to SAFTI for some dry runs for the SAF Day Parade. Some of us were ferried to the venue in officers' cars at the desperate last minute to role-play for the planning officers to see.
This morning, he calls us to assemble before him. PC is standing behind. He turns to PC and asks, "Sir, are they involved in SAF Day?"
PC nods.
Then he turns to us, "Do you know you all are involved in SAF Day?"
That after having gone to SAFTI on the past two occasions.
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7am in the morning, and we are lazing around on our beds after breakfast. Nobody feels like doing any area-cleaning. Like, less than half of the platoon is present: would anybody feel like doing any work?
He comes up and catches us lying on the beds. He snaps angrily: "How come you are not doing your area-cleaning?"
To Zhiwei, whom he first catches lying on the bed (Zhiwei's bed is facing the door): "How do you feel if you see your son lying on the bed doing nothing?"
Nobody figures how his son (he has a 1-year-old son) can come into the picture. We must pity his kid: he'd probably drive his household like a military camp, so we must get a Maria-type of character to bring music back into the house . . . what the hell, I'm talking cock.
Wait . . . don't arrow me to do the job. His son will probably live on techno music, go look for somebody else . . .
(By the way, a little trivial: I should dedicate the arrangement of "Boom!" from Boom Baby Boom to him, because it was him who inspired me to do a techno-dance kind of arrangement. Every morning, the pulsating beat from the booster speakers on his car will serve as a warning to us that he is approaching, and that we must all get out of bed and start area-cleaning.)
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Present participle of "drink": DRINKEN
Usage: "Have you drinken your water?"
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"Platoon, I don't want to waste your time . . ." and he starts launching into a conversation on his adventures in Brunei before ending with "Platoon, I don't want to waste your time . . ."
Note: it's night's-out day; we're about to book-out when he comes charging into the room to give hi utterly useless speech talking about the same thing we've heard a thousand and one times before.
