Consecutive Days of Volleyball

After three consecutive days of volleyball, I was not yet totally drained, except that I was still lacking of sleep.

I quite enjoyed the first two days’ games except for a couple of sets when many people did not play properly. It was meaningless to fight hard to win a team of unfocused players.

The last day was absolutely boring when I did not really get to touch the ball. I almost could stroll around the court even when I was at the front row. You would usually see me serving the ball using underhand when my shoulder hurt, but this time I did not even want to waste my strength using overhead serve in the last few sets when I was still able.

Too Tired For Volleyball

Mingfa’s new students were cute. I was quite worried for none of them was really tall enough and it was a huge disadvantage. In fact, many of them were very small sized.

My right leg’s condition worsened yesterday. I realised my landing during spiking sometimes did help to prolong the pain. It was my own mistake but pretty inevitable for a short guy in some situations. I forgot to stretch my legs during warm-up anyway.

It was too dangerous to take a nap with so many newbies around and I tried sleeping behind the stage’s curtain but could not doze off.

There was a miscommunication with Yuanyuan and she was supposed to go down to collect her sweater, but ended up I had to bring it home since the office was locked at seven and I could not put it back. I probably should check my phone more often.

Michael Ong drove Mingfa down and hanged around to tease Weitat. While Mingfa’s B boys were at the car park, Michael had a very long talk with them there. Since we were lacking of players, we did not play proper games and with around four players on each side, it drained off energy fast.

In fact, I was already tired when Mingfa arrived since I went down early for the CCA. In order to set good example for the newbies, I did proper digging and bend my knees. With injuries, I could not hang on. Partly, it could be due to dehydration, because some people did not bother to bring their own water bottles down.

At the end of the night, I almost could not walk. Some of Mingfa’s students were lazy and selfish. Even when you asked them to help to keep the net which all of us had a part to use it, they pretended to be deaf. What were you trying to imply when your senior asked you over to help out other seniors, and you simply came over and stood besides the working parties to chat?

Or rather, I would say that none of them had initiative.

Even though human beings are not perfect, character is the most important factor; because even with knowledge, skill and wealth, you are nothing but a rascal without good character.

The Bastard Bosses

It simply hurts me whenever I open my MSN list to see depressive nicks of my ex comrades. It is not coincident but as a matter of fact that they are still working for the same heartless and selfish bosses.

If you have to work for more than fifteen hours everyday, given the contract you signed with them is only from nine to six, why would you want to continue?

Bosses always expect extra work, but there is always a limit to what a subordinate should contribute.

You burn your brain cells, you destroy your own body and the bastards simply watch and grumble that you have not done enough.

What will happen if you fall sick or even go into concussion? Will the bosses care about you? Will they be still giving you money every month to house you in the hospital? You get yourself shattered and they will find other innocent preys.

I have never heard of such ridiculous company.

If I were to be in the ministry of manpower, they would definitely be fined till bankruptcy, caned a million times and sentenced to life sentence.

People, please wake up. Leave immediately.

Mondays, Respect, Effort

I begin to hate Mondays. My day is so packed that I can hardly catch my breath. Of course, not to mention, many people have far worse schedule than me. My time management skill is too poor.

Nevertheless, I’m the most unlucky one perhaps for things always go wrong somehow. I can make efforts to dash or make some sacrifice but there are just too many things not within my control. I can raise my voice and offer myself sore throat, I can repeat every step a dozen times but not everyone would appreciate; perhaps, youngsters nowadays are too ignorant.

I hate the fact that some bitches do not show even a little respect to me despite I have been showering everyone with warmest smiles and sincere respect.

If you have a working brain, would you ask another person for permission when that person is not in charge of the event or room?

It simply shows what kind of character you have. Character is in fact more important than your knowledge. Whether you are a degree holder, a master or bachelor; without personality, you are simply a thrash, and in the worst case, a pest of the society.

I’m very certain and upright of my own philosophy in this case, that I would want to help everyone without affecting others. If you are working in a company, would you try to help your subordinates at the expense of another team’s welfare? Given a role like this, I would not only want my own team to do well, but also other teams as well, because everyone matters to the company’s success.

In case of a school, every student is important. It does not mean that a temporary lecturer’s class can be neglected.

I hate to see things go wrong. When students are supposed to study hard and learn as much as possible during lessons, they should not be wasting their time in class.

“Teachers open the doors, but it is up to the students to enter” – quoted from somewhere, it is absolutely meaningful.

I’m not good in my work but I always try my best and do more than others. I’m not good in verbal communication but I will try. I’m not good in my work but I try to learn.

What I recognise is effort because everyone has his own limit but effort does create miracle sometimes. I hope at least someone in this world can recognise mine.

Forget Me Not

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

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

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

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

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

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.