Forget Me Not

Posted on January 21, 2008 by S

For those I still have your latest phone number, I have been sending you greeting messages on your birthday for the past donkey years.

I believe a simple message will help to lighten up your day. Even though not many people know my birthday, other than my volleyball gang, it does not really bother me. After all, we live to make others happy and we should not be yearning for any credit or rewards for things we do for others.

But for now, I’m sorry that I have been missing out some of your birthdays for the past few months. My body just cannot take it any longer and I’m always busy in front of the computer or dozing off like a soldier who just reaches home from a battle. I tend to forget to send the message.

This is part and parcel of life which most of us will eventually encounter. I fail to overcome because my time management skill is weak.

To people who have not yet started into the working life, please note that you may be busy right now with school work, you have to try to accomplish your dreams or self projects now, because in future, you will probably be even busier. You are expected to be committed in your work and it will not be the official eight to five or nine to six working hours stated in the contract for most of the jobs.

Nevertheless, I hope in some small corner of this busy and selfish world, some of you will still remember and think of me, despite the distance between us. I’m just too tired to talk at times.

Chalet With Ex Colleagues

Posted on January 20, 2008 by S

I wanted to go to the chalet earlier to swim but my gang wanted to shop for Chinese New Year clothes. We met up at Queensway Shopping Centre and they were late for half an hour. In the end, none of them bought anything except me, who purchased a pouch at fourteen bucks.

My stomach was bloated again somehow due to indigestive of my late lunch. We went to Ikea near 6pm and took hotdog bun with drinks for a dollar seventy cents. We could have left for the chalet but they wanted to shop there, and I felt bad for not going earlier to help out in whatever I could. I took the chance to rest my stomach while trying out the sofas, chairs and beds and by the end of the trip, I got pretty fine. However, none of them purchased anything again.

We took bus 195 down to Queenstown MRT and after the train ride which I managed to doze off, we transferred to bus 354 from Pasir Ris bus interchange. It was already after nine. Meeting up with the rest of my ex colleagues was extremely nice. The smokers lighted up the cigarettes to keep mosquitoes away for the entire night. The remaining few of them who had still yet to tender were suffering under the disgusting management. All the working till morning three o’clock stories pierced me right at my heart, and the fact was none of them was appreciated. Three of the new staffs were locked in the office on this chilling Saturday night that they could not join us. How evil some bastards could be?

I did not talk much throughout the night. A sudden sadness struck me when some of them began leaving. I felt so lost somehow and I wished I can talk to them more. In the end, my gang left as well. We watched “Mummy” and I dozed off soon after that.

The Injuries Were Still Around

Posted on January 19, 2008 by S

Volleyball on Thursday was quite nice, despite the fact that I thought I have lost my thumb drive and everything was going wrong during the day.

I got warmed up early and then dozed off in sweat while waiting for the rest. I woke up with my jersey still wet and of course, stinky.

I could still feel the tension on my right shoulder and knee’s joints. The sprain on my left middle finger still hurt and my back ached. I was lucky perhaps during the games, managed to perform better than most of the times.

If only my injuries were tamed, volleyball would be a better game for me.

You Are So Beautiful

Posted on January 18, 2008 by S

This distance is wetting my eyes. Sometimes I’m just too taken aback. We probably could have better closer if sky can talk and speak up.

My heart, soul and senses are beaten up, bruised and swollen.

I’m too well pampered by emotions. I rest my eyes at times to recall the long missing interaction. Each time I blink, I see an image of you smiling and teasing. Illusion strikes me ruthlessly till I fall apart.

To live on is tiring. I cannot even fare for myself to care about others, let alone a faraway shadow.

Even technology plays on me.

The love grows and spreads like a plague, over an inestimable distance. I live on to savage myself at your merciless ignorance.

You are so beautiful.

Shop Alone

Posted on January 18, 2008 by S

My favourite shop in the mall is stationary shop. I like cute and stylish design stationary especially writing book.

I finally got my hard case from “Harbourfront Stationery” shop, which I had eyed for a couple of years or more; and not just one but two – B4 and A4 size.

Daiso easily kept me occupied for long hours, followed by the Starhub shop. Samsung phones looked nice to me.

To Differ, To Be Special

Posted on January 15, 2008 by S

We all grow old to have more commitments. We never find enough time to do things that we used to enjoy doing. Slowly, we simply lose interest of all our favourite past-times and live a life of every misery citizen.

Work, eat and sleep – this kind of lifestyle is too flattering for me.

I do not wish to be just anyone else. I do not want to live to slave myself to money. I may not be able to do anything great, but I can do different things.

Eyes of the Heart

Posted on January 14, 2008 by S

A hundred years later, you will still look as beautiful.

Finally, a Better Volleyball Game

Posted on January 13, 2008 by S

For the first time in more than a year, I finally felt so energetic during a volleyball game. Daneuron had improved my nerve issue on my right leg and the occasional push-ups had reduced the pain on my shoulder’s joint. Sleeping for long hours with a couple of naps during the day had helped to rest my back problem.

I did not get many chances to spike properly but the games were nice. We fought hard and chased after the balls, sacrificing my knee.

Hello bruise and blue-black!

First Accusation

Posted on January 11, 2008 by S

I manage to see another ugly side of human beings. Being young is definitely not an excuse. Black sheep cause problems to the rest and in the end, frame others.

If you are sitting in the front and you claim you cannot hear your lecturer projecting his voice loud to the end of the classroom until he almost loses his voice, check your ears. If you do not do work during lesson and yet you try to backstab the lecturer somehow, it simply shows your character. It is very tiring to entertain students who are dragging the pace of the class down.

Some dogs love to test the system and simply take kindness for granted.

We Do Not Have a Choice

Posted on January 10, 2008 by S

Sometimes, in life, we are forced to be the bad guys in some people’s definition. However, as long as we are having clear self conscience, and withhold our duties well, nothing should stop us.

Criminals do hate policemen when they are being caught.

In a school, what most teachers would expect are academic performance and willingness to learn, whereas attires and other physical issues are big issues. In cases where teachers are forced to take disciplinary actions on students who do not to abide some of the school rules, they have no choice but to offend some of the black sheep.

Dear Dreams

Skai Chan

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