Dear Dreams – Page 153

My Property, My Work and Collection

The thing that I dread when I wake up other than web server is down is that my files on my hard disk is gone, extra files are added or the system starts to crawl.

I begin to regret more for not getting a laptop instead so that I can safely keep it. The webcam on the monitor is eyed by my mum as well because of her whatever auntie friend in other country. My younger brother has been messing up my elder brother’s computer.

If only I’m rich that I can buy them their wants so as to safe keep my own work and data, and able to work on my, my very own, computer whenever I feel inspired.

Just imagine some newbies are waiting to use your office’s computer such that your work may be destroyed any time and that you may not be able to work when you have to.

I can’t help fearing for my stuffs and work – more than ten thousands of photos, more than ten websites and all the hundreds of poetry.

Things would probably not turn out to be very bad but to think that your years of efforts and collections are in a big risk, how would you feel?

Different Heights

Decisions lie on your hands and yet often you cannot control.

There are groups of people whom you never want to disappoint even though you are already at the end of your wits.

Time and money are directly related and you can’t take away any, except that I have none of them.

I still owe Gilbert a website which I have read the security matter on Joomla which adds on to my trouble. The expensive domain name has been idling for months.

Whereas for the beach volleyball forum, it still requires many important contents and also the installation and integration of the gallery, which are taking up hell lots of my time. The weird thing is that Guoxiong’s friend cannot give us the login information for the domain when it actually belongs to us and how would I know if all my months of efforts would be stolen one day?

I’m different from others who are already in the mid of their career development. I’m at the foot of the mountain and still preparing my gears. I cannot afford to waste time anymore and merry around with all my best friends every now and then.

Volleyball till Late Hour? No fear!

It’s all thanks to Ruoci that I’m able to stay out late with my volleyball gang. The main problem is money especially with midnight transportation.

We play volleyball till late hours on Tuesday and Thursday nights, and despite I’m in a state of no incoming coming in anymore, I always lose out to hungers. If I don’t join the gang to dine together, I would have to go on instant noodle at home and having to starve longer on the way.

The logic to why Ruoci has helped me is because since she stays much further away from Clementi, Wilson will be sending her home after dropping by my house and it makes me feel less guilty. In other words, let’s just assume Ruoci is a chiobu and Wilson has to send her home no matter what; and thus, it’s not my fault at all to make Wilson drive all the way from west to the east and back to west again.

Hence, the problem to midnight charge cab fare is solved since it’s avoided with the availability of free transport.

Bad Experience at Mediacorp

Yesterday was my fifth time at Mediacorp but it was not as smooth.

As early as 9am I had to be there but they didn’t key in my details and I was locked outside the guard house. I called Luvina but could not get through and she didn’t pick up the phone at office, whereas Row didn’t pick up her phone as well.

The cute girl came to sign me in and later, I realised her name wasn’t Row and I was quite stunned since it was the third time we met already. This time, the wardrobe auntie wanted me to wear pant instead of my jeans so that I would look more mature, thus giving me extra trouble.

The other part-timer, James, was very busy and eventually he turned out to be a real estate agent. We didn’t really talk until we reached the airport. I preferred the friends I made in the previous four times since we got to chat more.

It was a long wait before our scene started. Probably it was really a regret to promise Luvina for the turn up since things went really sick. The director as predicted was someone who was demanding yet failed to explain things well. It was probably her own problem if she were to get heart-attack since she was not satisfied with two untrained part-timers who were being paid thirty bucks each.

The actor, Huang Zong Yao, sarcastically asked, “Who trained them one?” It actually reflected how boar he was since he didn’t know part-timers didn’t get to attend any course. At one time when I felt most disgusted was when exclaimed in furious, “Don’t worry! Later we will give you a closed up shot!”

It was all about playing with the angles with the camera. God knew what the director really wanted. To experienced actors, perhaps, they knew everything well but they couldn’t expect much from others.

One thing I could easily conclude was that the production cost was really low and tight that they couldn’t afford NGs. Experienced actors had their own says and they had choices to play with their creativeness which the directors would try to not interfere much and that’s why those actors were always correct and even cause the confusion to part-timers.

I was totally turned off when I knew James and I had to take the bus back with this actor alone. We were all quiet on the way and I couldn’t doze off even though I hadn’t caught wink the entire night.

Beach and Dog

It’s good to be able to doze off at around 1am and sleep right till after 8am. I suppose the two main factors are – I slept for less than two hours the day before and I managed to doze off before the air-conditioner “warmed-up”.

We had a late beach outing yesterday and Guoxiong was supposed to meet me up for some serious discussion about the forum, and he was late for more than two hours. He came with Yali and his dog who was as strong as my ex dog – Jack. Our discussion was cut off half when Mingfa asked me to join in the game and in fact I had already typed out the few discussed points days ago.

I finally got to enjoy the “privilege” of a dog owner at the beach; while I was taking care of Guoxiong’s dog, girls were closer. I didn’t bring Jack along to the beach last time due to transportation problem. Along the way to the washroom, a girl commented the dog’s tail could be used as a brush, which seemed quite true.

I would still prefer Jack after all; he knew how to enjoy being petted especially on his throat and he would listen to commands like sit, stand, jump and lie on the back with “bang”.

We departed the beach early this time and I supposed Guoxiong and Yali didn’t have enough good time.

Dinner was at Vivocity’s food republic as usual. We had a new girl joining us and they went for movie after that whereas I was too fatigue and penniless to join.

Distracted Again

I can never understand my family members especially my mum. Whenever she’s in the living room or even kitchen, she will switch on the television set to distract me from my work; and basically she doesn’t even know what the show or programme is about.

Seriously, working at home is absolutely okay except that you need to have a really clean and personal corner. My house is too packed that I have to work in the living room and that’s too bad for me.

There are times when I’m scripting my website and bugs occur with the television set suddenly on; worst still, it’s a live site in production already.

This inspires me to work hard for my dream to at least own my own room, having a clean and neat desk, perhaps a stylish glass one.

Needless to set a target too high since it will definitely take me so long before I can get out of poverty when I don’t even have a job now, I shall first learn to overcome all the irritation meanwhile.

Come to think of it, who knows in near future I can never get such distraction anymore and it only spells more loneliness.

Dear Bloggers

Dear Bloggers,

I have been working hard on . Please kindly help to add the link to your blog even if you don’t play volleyball.

Put the name as “Beach Volleyball Singapore” or “Singapore Volleyball Forum”, or you may use “SG” instead of “Singapore”; it’s up to your convenience.

If you don’t mind a link back, please kindly message me.

Regards,
Cute Administrator

Marina South Pier at 6.30am

Marina South Pier just right before daylight was really tranquility.

I finally achieved my dream ever since quitting my previous job. A month later, on this early morning after I tried to sleep too early at 12+am and woke up at around 3am, I couldn’t get back to sleep, and decided to fulfill my dream no matter what.

Probably it was due to the air conditioner problem. I could stand cold but not for a long period of time and usually when I went to bed late, I wouldn’t have much of suffer to bear. My family loved to abuse the air-conditioners no matter how poor we were and often I still had to listen to my mum’s grumbling about lack of money when she didn’t even try to cut down on cost.

I held on to 5am before I started packing up to leave half an hour later. There were a few measures taken like studying the weather before leaving and avoid stepping on dark spots in case my shoes got wet. However, I forgot to bring a few dollars with me in case I needed to drench my thirst or take a cab home.

I felt weird after not jogging for more than a month. I managed to regain consistency after half of the journey. It was freezing all along early in the morning and I didn’t wear a sweater since I didn’t want to wet it. There was nobody else jogging like the usual evenings and there was hardly any vehicle. I almost tripped a couple of times when I came into spots where the branches had blocked the street lamps.

I persisted on no matter how tired I was and I dragged my feet along. I could have done better in the past when I wanted to impress others but I realised I was all alone this time.

Sleep Early, Wake up Early

I did an impressive improvement of sleeping at 3am and waking up at 8am. It took me some sweat to finally meet up with Irwin.

We had breakfast at MacDonald’s and proceeded to Telok Blangah Drive to chat. As it was pouring upon reaching the bus-stop, we sat there to chill up and the oncoming buses put in dizziness each time they braked. We crossed over the overhead bridge and camped under a shelter where it was cosy enough for both of us.

Irwin did his reflection on my current situation and also implanted some good logics into my brain. From then on, I started thinking about income, expense, asset and liability. I needed the drive from him, which might bring me out of my poverty and foolish life. Girls were considered as liability as well.

Jingkun finally called me in the mid afternoon. I supposed I was the last person to be informed again. By the time I reached Stephen’s condominium at Anchor Rage, most of them had already arrived and playing inside the pool. I only got to soak myself inside the water for a while and had to get changed.

We went to Queensway Shopping Centre before going to Ikea for dinner. The roasted chicken with mashed potato and vegetable seemed small but did actually quite fill my stomach with the small cup of drinks. One bitch refused to open her eyes and decided to sashay backwards and knocked into me. My drink was spilled and she didn’t even apologise, luckily for I was strong enough to resist the full impact of her elephant mass.

I dozed off for a while and they were playing card games and I agreed to join in without knowing they were playing with money. We went down to the petrol station’s 7-11 store to get drinks and titbits. Kachua and his girlfriend joined us before we proceeded back to the swimming pool where a couple were sitting by. The girl was so sweet and the guy was the luckiest guy on earth after we went up.

I got disappointed when everyone started to leave one by one and with the announcement of the beach outing being cancelled, thus wasting my effort to bring along extra clothes.

I played Playstation2 with them and got so engrossed with the volleyball game. We ended the day by watching VCD and all of them dozed off except Jingkun. I stayed up until 7am and woke up at 9am, hence, resuming my “sleep early and wake up early” plan for the second day.

Website, Volleyball and Supper

I woke up to see the clock, expecting it would be 3pm like usual. To my surprise, it was around 6pm already.

I went back to the computer right away to see disappointment that there was problem with the FTP file transfer which I left it to work before I went off.

I was busy with the beach volleyball website ), trying to integrate the forum with the gallery properly. I went through the help forum to seek for the solution and finally there was progress but I had to wait for the FTP transfer for further action.

Suddenly, I realised there was volleyball game and luckily it was at 8pm instead of 7pm. My lunch was on the table and luckily it was still edible.

I could feel my head spinning at the start of the game. It was pretty crowded and we had to form three teams, which was good since everyone had a chance to be left out of the court, unlike sometimes that only a few of us had to be sacrificed. We had rare guest like Meishan and I supposed it was the first time I chatted with her face to face after knowing and crapping with her over the internet for quite a number of years. Once again it was proven that I was too insignificant and my invitation always failed but others could do wonders.

It was really difficult to play as a setter. Some people were pulling faces and nobody would know if it was due to me. Some people were expecting me to give them the balls every time and I had to give others chances. I finally got to play as spiker in the last game. Mingfa knew I hadn’t been spiking for so long and he gave me “shorter” balls, which I was able to catch the timing well and create sound on the opponents’ ground.

Since it was already late that I would probably be able to catch my favourite show on channel 8 for at most fifteen minutes, I decided to join them for dinner/supper. We went to Bukit Timah and it was where one of the best roti prata was served in Singapore. After that, as usual, Wilson took the longest journey to send Ruoci to Bedok while Weitat drove me home. After the rest of them got off, that was the only time I got to really chat with Weitat, which was really sad.