古嫌圣人百年修；我不贪、不望，只求不辱君命，并敬忠职守，而这已足我存似天崩地裂中。
孔之道我不敌，但先生之学我幕幕警惕。唯有信之过少平不容我。
心如刀割，就如失恋的感觉，即痛苦，即哀伤。
Efforts for You
When normal work resumed, I found myself sinking deeper into the competition against time. The race had never stopped since ten years ago whereby I had yet to take lead for once.
I dug my own grave and buried myself deep inside.
There were many things I could have avoided, which were redundant, except that many others would definitely be benefited, of non-essentiality.
I found myself lost in front of the pending pool of desires. Perhaps, my greed had wrecked my entire life, trying to take control of everything.
Watching too many heroic dramas took me a tour around the reality pleaded me to come round.
In my deepest concussion, I know for at least someone out there would be smiling, for somehow my foolishness could have made a difference in improvement, or as a minimum, worked as a humour.
Irritating, Brainless, Daydreaming, Skinny, Nuisance Parrot
If you have spent your sleeping working and tried hard to step into the office early just to continue with your work, and before you could boot up your laptop, a nuisance comes to you and insists to give you instructions on something instantly, how would you feel?
If this problem child has been trying hard to squeeze every single drop of helpfulness out of you, and that you have donated so much time in the midst of your work to help him, which has caused disputes among you and your friends, and that it is so obvious that some others are actually idling around most of the time, how would you feel?
If you have told this loner to wait for the rest to arrive because a couple of them are actually selfish assholes who have no integrity and would love to take salary without working, and that they will not listen to your instructions due to same status, yet this moron turns a deaf ear and persists on like a parrot, how would you feel?
If this sickening, irritating, low intelligent parrot refuses to wait for twenty more minutes for others’ arrival to brief together, stating that he has no time afterwards, even though all of you have to attend the same meeting together later, indirectly assuming that you have no work to do, how would you feel?
If this brainless daydreaming skinny monkey tries to be funny, asking you to carry some heavy furniture when large giants are around to do the job, how would you feel?
Such idiots are killing the good willed hardworking workers who try to go early for work.
You have three weeks of long holidays but some people are going back to work almost every day. If you have a tight deadline, why you cannot commit and go back to settle them a day earlier?
Human beings tend to become selfish that they would only fare for themselves even at the cost of others’ inconvenience or lost. They become so self-centred that they always take things for granted.
I do not like to push responsibilities around and I will offer my help to anyone whenever possible. I prefer to do things by myself and always try not to bother others; even when I need to take anything besides anyone, I would rather go over myself than to instruct him to help me. I am just too different from everyone else that somehow I cannot fit into any group. Everyone has their own limit to their tolerance and mine may be higher than others’, it does not mean that I am a saint.
I lost my cool again. I could only blame myself for being overfriendly before knowing anyone too well. I hated myself for my naïve thoughts of helping every single animal.
It was All Well before the Coach Arrived
It was All Well before the Coach Arrived
I abandoned Weitat by not joining him at the hall earlier, and instead, I stayed inside the office to struggle till near 7pm. It was quite a satisfying evening.
By the time I went down, more than half of the people had arrived. We started playing with ten players. Without Mingfa and Jingkun, we somehow still managed to proceed with laughers.
The great thing was that my sprained index finger had finally shown great improvements that I could play without taping it; nevertheless, it was still strengthless and did continue to give me pains.
Jingpeng arrived to make it six verses five and the fun resumed.
When the greatest “coach” arrived to start giving lectures of his wisdom knowledge of volleyball, of no recognised value, the atmosphere turned sour.
I usually wished to keep things quiet down and not creating any problem; for this, I would tell myself to ignore bastards. However, it seemed that I could never ignore their presence.
Pests forge ignorance to the problems they cause to the others; being thick-skinned usually wins the race because there are too many kind hearted souls who do not like to challenge.
Playing Golf at Queens Townclub
I did the most unexpected thing on this Tuesday, which was playing golf. It was a good recommendation by Irwin before he left Singapore again.
The afternoon placed me in sweat. I was with my gang at CCAB and my bag was inside Weitat’s car boot. The match we were watching ended late and thus I delayed the meeting time with Irwin. I was lost when I realised they were not going to leave any soon. The place was not very accessible and the fastest way was to wait for Weitat to drop me at Queenstown MRT station.
I was unable to direct Irwin to the place but he was alright to make the trip down to fetch me. I waited at the main gate at Evans Road, which was opposite Mr Prata shop. After the long wait with many cabs passed by, I regretted not flagging for any of them and arranging to meet Irwin at Queenstown MRT station directly. I supposed I could have taken Weitat’s ride.
So, I boarded Irwin’s car in guilt some time later. In fact, joining my gang at CCAB was a wrong decision even though I would be loitering outside all by myself if I were to part with them right after lunch.
Anyway, it was my first trip to Queens Townclub, which was near Margaret Road and besides a prison. The weather was too welcoming for relaxation and I almost thought it would drizzle.
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I felt weird to be at a place which was supposed to be very high class, though the place looked shabbier than what I had imagined. It was still a marvellous place after all, which was very good for relaxation.
My first swing of the club was still alright, for at least it did not land within five metres. I missed the ball many times and the grass carpet probably hated me for hitting it. I tried hard to get my posture correct, but however, was too impatient and exerted too much strength each time.
We left in the evening and Irwin sent me home.
Too Many Lousy Volleyball Referees in Singapore
I dropped by CCAB (Co-curricular Activities Branch) a visit on Monday with my gang. It had been nearly a year since I last watched a volleyball tournament match.
The CTSS boys fought bravely against their opponents even though their setter was hospitalized and they were playing with an untrained setter. Victory was pretty near in the last set until the referees cracked it up.
Even if the entire net and the two poles were pulled down, the first referee would not have noticed it at all.
The opponent’s spiker pulled the net so hard while spiking right in front of the first referee whose sight was perpendicular to the top of the net and the old man did not spot anything. It was around three metres away and short-sightedness was never an excuse.
Apart from this, he was a great dice player that he would only catch “double” fault when the offender made loud contact sound while setting. His eyes were probably staring at girls.
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This issue of having lousy referees for the sport is a great issue. Blowing of whistle wrongly would definitely turn the game over by dampening the morale of the winning team if the standard of both teams are of slight margin.
If I were to become a referee, I would not have done a good job as well since I’m lacking of concentration. However, since I know I do not have the ability yet to do it, I would not even try it even if I were offered a huge sum of salary.
Given a job and you know you do not have the capability, it is better that you do nothing than you blast it badly, even though you suck for accepting it in the first place.
If you do not have a big head, why do you want to wear such a big helmet?
Having many lousy referees in Singapore has killed enthusiasts.
MSN is a Liability
Having more than three hundreds contacts in MSN is definitely a distraction. They will not have time to chat with even five percent of the contacts each week and most of the contacts who message them simply are seeking helps from them.
This may be manageable during school days when there are fewer commitments; however, is so unhealthy when users start to venture into the working society, with unfulfilled dreams.
They become guilty for adding friends who they do not even have time to message. Months later, some of the contacts start to forget who they are; and some even start deleting them from the contact lists.
MSN is more of a liability.
Why do busy people still connect to their MSN when they understand the fact that they will be distracted more than they get to enjoy relaxing chats to relieve their stress? It is an enjoyment to help others but not at the stake of slowing down their dreams.
Since using of “Appear Offline” status is a hypocrite mean and that it still poses some distractions, shutting down the Messenger is a better solution.
Night of West Coast MacDonald's
Initially Mike was supposed to meet up with me on Monday to discuss about the future plan but he decided to indulge himself into his new upcoming website instead. It had been long since we last met up and of course, the progress of waiting for his company start-up was even longer.
It was good that he was back to web building, which in turn inspired and motivated me to work harder as well. It had been a week since I halted my work for all the outings and blogging work.
I had a last minute get together with Irwin at night. He took his brother’s car and drove me to West Coast MacDonald’s where we had a great chit-chat. In the midst of our conversation, we tried to spike each other to progress in our work.
The peace and great ambience was good for work. If only I could have an office like that, or at least a vehicle for easy travelling.
Buffet Breakfast at Dragon Gate Restaurant
Sunday was breakfast with big boss at Dragon Gate. I was surprisingly on time again and eventually took a little walk around by myself since the rest were late. I was looking at the rechargeable batteries “Eneloop” from Sanyo at the Harbourfront Centre stationary shop. The price was freaking expensive at around sixty bucks for four AA size batteries and the charger. I supposed it would save me lots of troubles and money if I were to continue to use my current Olympus D-750 camera; my GP rechargeable batteries had been failing me all these while. Anyway, I wanted to check out the prices in other places first.
My comrades arrived by cabs. Big boss was already at the restaurant and even had ordered food for us. It was my second visit there and the first time was with Zhengfang and Evelyn for steamboat buffet instead.
I was not really fascinated by the food as I hated gobbling up food just for the sake of making the money worth. It was good experience to hang out with successful people since we got to learn from them every moment. There were a few awkward moments which I did not really notice until the boss was gone. Anyway, someone ordered excess food that we had a hard time trying to clear the table to avoid being charged for food wastage.
My initial plan was to actually go out with my family for the event organised by the community centre where there were Go Kart racing near Bukit Merah. My mum had to attend the funeral of a neighbour and thus we called off the outing. I was actually lazy but very interested in the Go Kart game.
I took a little walk around Vivocity with them before going home by bus.
Vivocity Island Café with Gilbert
I had another guilty afternoon, going to Vivocity with Gilbert. I actually told him I wanted to get a pair of jeans and thus he got me along. At least, I did not join his friends and him for the movie.
I was on time finally to meet up with him. The snail-like traffic almost increased my heartbeats to the DDR dancing pace along the journey. It was an unpleasant ride since waiting at the bus-stop where a family of big sized foreigners, standing around ten centimetres away, blocked my view completely at the bus-stop. After getting into the bus, I chose to stand and the three of them stood beside me and it was it a complete turn off. They alighted at Vivocity as well.
Anyway, I waited near the escalator for Gilbert and his two friends while glancing at a pretty babe at the investment booth. Shixin walked past with a guy and both of them were in white. I called for her but she did not hear me.
Gilbert came up to meet me first and his two friends arrived a minute later. His friends went for lunch while both of us went to walk around. First task was to find the AXS machine outside the cinema to collect the movie ticket but printing was unavailable. We were forced to go to the ticketing booth directly.
Gilbert tortured me with his fast pace throughout his shopping expedition. He tried hard to psycho me to get new clothes but of no result. Towards the end, I was walking ten steps behind him and he did not slow down for me who was so deprived of sleep. We finally stopped at the Island Café where Gilbert had his early dinner.
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It was not only my first visit to this café, but also the first time I ever noticed about its existence. We got seated at an empty table and started to wonder what we could get. A few minutes later, the waiter came over to take our order. I stared at Gilbert amazingly, showing him hand sign because my words were bitten off by the café’s ridiculous service. We asked for the menu and the waitress continued to stand there like an idiot; being kind enough, I told him to come back later since we had to take some time to look at the menu. I had a cup of iced cappuccino which came without ice. The idea of having separated syrup and the actual drink was good but somehow, I preferred the usual Coffeebean or Starbucks style of doing it for me.
The ambience was great except that there seemed to be a soon-to-be broken family a few tables away, partially blocked by a wall. The mum should be talking to her husband over the phone, screaming and blaming the other party for not going to fetch her. She was quite ridiculous and I quite pitied her child and another lady who was in the same table.
Gilbert and I had a long chat there. Luckily, the crazy woman did not stay as long as us and thus we could have a more peaceful evening discussing about our future plans. The lesson learnt for the day was to not meddle too much into other people’s ridiculousness. The waiter’s ultimate poor service and the crazy diner’s ungraciousness should not be affecting my mood. In fact, I was simply too bored and I was not getting worked up over all the nonsense.
It was near seven when we went up to the cinema to meet up with Gilbert’s two friends before I bid them goodbye. I did a little chasing of the bus and the feeling of the little run was great. I supposed I had to go down to my favourite place, Marina South Pier, soon while sweating it out.