We had our dinner at Chinatown Complex for the second time last Wednesday. At first, Weitat told me to continue with my own dinner before we parted from work. Jingkun messaged me just in time for me to halt my mum to get takeaway for me.
I waited patiently until eight PM and the holy call finally hit my phone. I continued to slack since they were of a far distance away, until at a point of time I regretted not setting off earlier to get myself some finger food for me to prepare myself in the office when hunger strike me again.
We had sting ray like the previous time. I told the uncle to increase the spiciness and I was glad enough that they found the fish tastier this time. They got some side orders from another stall and the dinner was enjoyable.
Jingkun gave me a ride home and they waited at the car park for me to get some papers for him since he forgot to bring his copy home. When I got down, an auntie was standing by the pillar, staring at the car. She was familiar and I was somehow worried over her, wondering if she had encountered any problem, until my gang told me she was actually behaving weirdly and could be another insanity case.
Last Wednesday, my attempt to please my colleagues with the delicious muffins set me in an unfavourable position again.
For the five working days per week, I had to leave my house very early for three days and the pastry shop did not open for the first day of the week. My only chance to get to see the muffin was therefore only every Wednesday.
This day I got some of the smiles on the way to work and had to start behaving sneakily since I could not afford to get many of them. There were too many staffs working inside the same office and that many of them were on good terms with me. It became quite awkward to show favouritism even towards those who had been helping me.
Many people started to tease me for not sharing the muffins with them. Regardless of close friends, mentors, or even those hi-bye colleagues, they repeated the same words that even though they were only making fun of me, but the jokes became so irritating when it was repeated again and again.
Sunday’s beach was another disappointment for the rain ruined it completely for us.
It was supposed to be only passing shower as claimed by the weather forecast but somehow the sky did not spare us. So coincidentally that the rain was showing love only the southern part of Singapore again, my weekend did not go accordingly as planned.
We did not even get to finish a game and was chased away by the rain. At least, I was able to get to see Peh after so long.
We bathed inside the open shower inside the toilet while the rain continued to hit on us.
While waiting outside the washroom, we spotted a illed smoker’s doing to the pond.
We had dinner at Vivocity’s Central. The mood was pretty good until a waiter came over and tagged me on my shoulder to inform me that no photography was allowed there. It was actually so rude of him to touch me even though his tone was polite.
After that, we did a little shopping before going to Anchor Point to find Mingfa’s shirt. However, Mingli and I got ourselves something inside the G2000 shop while Mingfa left empty-handed. My new short sleeve shirt would allow me to wear less one long sleeve shirt to work every week.
Mike has informed me that he would be terminating the service from his dedicated server’s webhost soon since his website is not making much money anymore; the two-hundred over US dollar web space is too much of a flattery to the low traffic.
Over the past few years, I have been using free services from Ganz, Irwin and Mike, who kindly shared their web space with me. In the end, I use only Mike’s server since it is a dedicated server and that I’m able to use domain masking instead of redirection. I’m also given the privilege of experiencing the settings of the web server.
It is time to try getting my own server, be it a cheap and slower one, I have no other choice.
During setting up period, configuration may cause temporary site offline.
Last Friday’s volleyball session was another memorable night.
We actually wanted to go out for a quick bite before the game but the pouring raining halted us. I was so hungry that I rushed down to the canteen to grab some sandwiches and luckily the auntie was still around. She handed me a difficult task of troubleshooting her mobile phone’s alarm clock which was set in Chinese. I kept my fingers crossed and felt uncomfortable throughout the night since I did not test it.
We started setting up the net right after work and this time I did not get any sleep again. We began on our usual two on two game and somehow the combination of Weitat and I failed to overcome Mingfa and Jingkun’s team spirit. However, I was able to get myself warmed up through the game.
My index finger on my right hand had yet to recover fully and there was an additional sprain on one of my toes out of nowhere since a few days before.
We continued with free spike and I did not do really well but during the actual game, I was quite impressed with myself. It had been very long since I did a powerful bashing slap on the ball to cut through the air in thundering sound. There were not many chances for me to keep the form going but at least I cherished the remaining ones. I made another satisfying attempt later with good timing and posture, and even wrapped the ball splendidly on my palm to force the ball down using wrist strength.
My team consisting of Mingfa, Wilson, Joel, Darius and Jingkun was a formidable squad. Of all, Wilson did remarkably well with his overall performance especially with his blocking. Eventually, we lost the last game somehow.
Six PM to two AM – it is all because of the previous night being burnt for work that I have enjoyed such long time on bed. I did wake up a couple of times when my mum questioned me about dinner, and when my younger brother switched on the television and the air-conditioner.
At least, I’m near the end of this stage of battle.
Call Me, But I won’t Pick Up – this line must be familiar if you have been observing my MSN nick regularly.
More than one month ago, I was using it.
I suppose some people were thinking that I was in a foul mood and wished not to answer any call.
I actually changed my ringtone and I wanted to hear the beautiful song. If anyone were to call me, it would be playing; but if I were to accept the call, the song would stop.
You have to be an emotional person to appreciate it though.
二十年 (Er Shi Nian – Twenty years) by 张萌萌 (Zhang Meng Meng)
It was tiring to the brain and body. My eyes were strained and my left arm almost got numb many times after placing it on the arm rest when I was too engrossed. Thousands and thousands of switching tabs, at least they proved that I could work faster by using this method.
Perhaps, only people who are doing the job could feel the pain; the rest would just jeer, “Hey why are you taking your own sweet time? Are you having honeymoon?”
Beach on Sunday was a total waste of time until I saw an angelic smile.
We were forced to leave with an approaching dark and magnanimous cloud after simply a lost game; waiting by the side of the court proved meaningless finally. We witnessed ships disappearing at the far side of the sea within minutes and even the two dragon boats quite near us vanished within some seconds.
I was sitting inside Darius’ car in both trips and could feel the difference of the cosiness as compared to other cars; nevertheless, I would rather buy a cheaper car in future.
We had dinner at Dian Xiao Er at Vivocity and it rubbed a big hole on my pocket. The food was nice but I would make it a point that such luxuries food should be kept away until one day when I strike it rich.
In the Olympic mood, nobody was really keen in loitering around the shopping centre and the crowd dispersed after dinner. Mingfa gave me a ride me home in his sister’s car together with Weitat and Mingli.
I started switching on the television to support the Singapore table tennis girls but I was disappointed.