Sunday, February 26, 2006

chanced upon this....

STORY 1
One interesting man was Lieutenant Commander Butch O'Hare.

He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier Lexingtonin the South Pacific.
One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission.

After he was airborne,he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that
someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank.
He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship.
His flight leader told him to return to the carrier.
Reluctantly he dropped out of formationand headed back to the fleet.
As he was returning to the mothership, he saw something that turned his blood cold.

A squadron of Japanese bombers was speeding their way toward the American fleet.
The American fighters were gone on a sortie and the fleet was all but defenseless.
He couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet.
Nor, could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger.
There was only one thing to do.He must somehow divert them from the fleet.
Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another.

Butch weaved in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes as possible until finally all his ammunition was spent.
Undaunted, he continued the assault.

He dove at the planes,
trying to at least clip off a wing or tail,
in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible and rendering them unfit to fly.
He was desperate to do anything he could to keep them from reaching the American ships.
Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another direction.

Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighterlimped back to the carrier.
Upon arrival he reported in and related the event surrounding his return.
The film from the camera mounted on his plane told the tale.
It showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt to protect his fleet.
He had destroyed five enemy bombers.
That was on February 20,1942, and for that action he became the Navy's first Ace of WWII and the first Naval Aviator to win the Medal of Honor.
A year later he was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29.

His hometown would not allow the memory of that heroic action die.
And today,O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this great man.
So the next time you're in O'Hare, visit his memorial with his statue and Medal of Honor.
It is located between Terminal 1 and Terminal 2.


STORY 2
Some years earlier there was a man in Chicago called Easy Eddie.

At that time, Al Capone virtually owned the city.
Capone wasn't famous for anything heroic. His exploits were anything but praiseworthy.
He was,however, notorious for enmeshing the city of Chicago in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.
Easy Eddie was Capone's lawyer and for a good reason.
He was very good!
In fact, his skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time.
To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well.

Not only was the money big; Eddie got special dividends.
For instance,he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day.
The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block.
Yes, Eddie lived the high life of BR> the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him.
Eddy did have one soft spot, however.

He had a son that he loved dearly.
Eddy saw to it that his young son had the best of everything: clothes, cars, and a good education. Nothing was withheld.
Price was no object.
And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong.
Yes, Eddie tried to teach his son to rise above his own sordid life.
He wanted him to be a better man than he was.
Yet, with all his wealth and influence,There were two things that Eddie couldn't give his son. Two things that Eddie sacrificed to the Capone mob that he could not pass on to his beloved son: a good name and a good example.
One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision..

Offering his son a good name was far more important than all the riches he could lavish on him. He had to rectify all the wrong that he had done.
He would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Scar-face Al Capone.
He would try to clean up his tarnished name and offer his son some semblance of integrity.
To do this he must testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great.
But more than anything, he wanted to be an example to his son.
He wanted to do his best to make restoration and hopefully have a good name to leave his son. So, he testified.
Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street.
He had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer at the greatest price he would ever pay.


I know what you're thinking.
What do these two stories have to do with one another?
Well, you see, Butch O'Hare was Easy Eddie's son

Saturday, February 25, 2006

wad sia....

i'm beginning to find myself inapprehensible....
i dunno how to read my own heart....
wad i wan.... wad i need...
confused.... hell... no....
i dun even noe if i'm confused....
hm..... argh..... work sucks....

Thursday, February 23, 2006

u fill me up....

http://kevan.org/nohari?view=Genius

click on the link and tell mi how bad am i... :p
thanks peepZ....

untitled....

o... man....
whenever i start to look back at the photos that i took while trekking...
i feel such urge... such crave to go trekking....
wherever it is.... be it juz gunung Panti or go to ABC....
i so wish to be close to Mama Nature....
i heard from my Executive Officer that SPF once had an adventure club...
but closed down oreadi....
so... hm.... sisi.... our dreams' tarnished....
argh... i wanna go and play... can i?
leave wise..? how do i get and plan...
i'm not even confirmed how long i can go...
let alone plan a date...
argh... fark... i'm so not a planner...
but i guess i've gotta condition myself...
get back the form...
i've put on far too much weight since i've not been doing much physical....
run.... gotta go run... oh my....
run my fats off... my 'spare tyre'....
get my abs... muahaha.... jia you... dawn...
muahahaha....

Friday, February 10, 2006

hohoho....

achly, i have no idea wad i wanna write....
juz plainly tot that i'll probably juz update abit....
now tat i looked back....
there seems to be nuthin much to update on yeah....
hm....
well, reported to PCG Kallang on thursday...
settling admin stuffs...
security passes and everythin...
personal details forms filling in....
den went for a small tour at all the bases....
quite fun.... life at sea....
i tink i'm gonna enjoy my life in PCG yah.....
:p
weekends off....
report to office hours on monday for a week i guess....
after which...
attachment starts proper....
mauhaha.... today go jalan jalan....
coffee break somewhere i guess...
feels like buying a book.... kinokuniya, off i go...
poooF..... *vanish*

Friday, February 03, 2006

Passing out Ceremony....

On the 8th of February....
Dawn Ong will officially pass away from the now HTA or Home Team academy....
after 7 months (well, its supposed to be 6 months though).....
3 months of training and 4 months of slackin....
Posted to the Police Coast Guard....
or PCG in short.....

at first.... i was struggling with the idea of PCG....
really regretful y did i placed it in one of my 3 choices....
y? not tat its not good thou....
i was afraid i wun be able to transfer out after 2-3 yrs...
but then again.... since i'll be there....
juz enjoy my yrs there and grab my chance if i do meet with it....
who knows i might not grow to like it.... :p

hm.... for the past 7 months....
met alot of great frens in training.... really glad that i found them....
namely my lovely squadmates....
JJ, Shann, Poh Choo, Yvonne.... Sisi... dun nid to say... coz i knew u already....
we stood by one another....
occasionally when arguments and conflicts arise....
fortunately we're able to solve it fast enough so that its not so damaging....
been thru alot....
laugh while being tekan....
laugh at one another....
laugh at all the lame and dirty jokes....
laugh at all our interogation results.... of especially Poh Choo....
muahaha....

my squad guys.... really gentlemen....
nice ppl.... like.... jo, nizam, mukmin, yanto, derrick, ah beng aka james, thiru....
my divorced husband- ismail.... my son-Danial, my pa- joseph, TP-to-be lawrence, rafizan...
and others.....
glad to know u all....

now that passing out.... dunno to be glad or sad....
mixture of both i guess.... the instructors had been kind enough too....
FI sameer... for ur alot of knowledge imparted to us.... ur really one kind....
somehow feels very warm with ur presence....
FI Nas.... initial conflicts did not really make u hate us thru the end....
a pity that we only got closer later.... thanks alot for ur efforts....
i know we muz had added alot to ur troubles....
Sir Raymond.... u've been great.... always helping us get outta troubles....
taught us alot of stuffs.... very funny OC Squad.... abit long-winded sometimes thou....

POC oh......
see ya.....