Lost the First Match

We lost the game on Monday.

I couldn’t get back to the level like in the past.

The greatest problem was that Hougang Sports Hall was very stuffy and it was not long before I started to feel dehydrated. The feverish brain was too strong for my perseverance and I had to rest for long before the actual match started with my legs wobbling. I felt weak but I wasn’t tired.

At least I did better than forecasted.

The mild headache accompanied till for more than a day and I regretted not drinking enough water before the match.

The Hopeless Company

I despise rich bosses who make millions per year and yet don’t wish to give better benefits to the hardworking staffs.

I hate asshole that fires empty promises like cannon and fool the people to work extra hours; I feel disgusted about the management who drag the promised incentives till the intern’s internship is over and they happily get over it.

I feel like mocking at the poor bitch who tries too hard to brainwash everyone to think that they should work even harder when they are already at their limits. I cannot laugh at her humour when she tries to be sarcastic in her emails. I pity her for sucking up the boss and lose her integrity and by the way, she doesn’t have to stay back for overtime work like the rest of the people.

I fail to understand the manager who trembles and accepts all unreasonable requests from clients. I laugh at his ignorance for proposing useless work to waste time. After all, he’s just an idiot who is always making everyone do free job for the clients.

Sort List Script

I’m a hardworking guy.
I started doing a script to sort listing of texts last night upon reaching home and I only got to sleep at around 7am in the morning. I was so clueless about what PHP could do but at least I was able to do it.
http://smarttuition.sg/sort-data-list.php (url updated)
Do help me check for bugs.
If I had 48 hours per day, I would be able to come out with more useful scripts. Please hold on and you will see my efforts.

Dishonest Drinks Stall at Chinatown

Many people should have known by now about the drinks “Whatever” and “Anything”. They are random drinks of a few flavours and I personally dislike the idea since not all the available “hidden” prize suits me.

What do you think if the drinks stall holder tells an elderly “This is nice to drink”, pointing to one of the cans?

If you do not even know what is inside the can, how can you tell a customer that it is nice to drink? This is certainly a deception, probably, to sell away the unpopular drinks.

Well done, Ah Boy Beer Garden, the drinks stall at Chinatown.

Negarakuku

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tF7fbQdBoYw
Description: This singer remixed the national anthem and sang a song called ‘Negarakuku’ about polis corruption, racial preferential treatment, government inefficiency in Malaysia, and chinese school graduates barred from entering government universities. Now the government is suing him for “shaming the country and national anthem”.
My Malaysian colleague, Jacqueline, introduced this video to me last week, which I think the singer cum composer is really talented and humorous.

Lost Track of Training

I didn’t know what had gotten into me that I totally forgot about the volleyball training. All in my mind was that Mingfa was trying to get a friendly match for today with the Singapore Combined School. Moreover, the training days of each week were not constant.

I was out with my mum to make my spectacle and I could not leave her behind while I hurry home on my fast pace. It was rare for me to be out with her when I was so busy with my job, websites and volleyball. She would most probably starve herself if I were to make my way home myself and in any way, I didn’t want to be an unfilial child.

It was obvious that I wouldn’t lie and for my passion and thus I would never want to skip any training to build regain my skill and confidence. I was already feeling bad enough when I received more calls when I had already made myself clear that I was outside and might not be able to get down.

It was meant to be a good night but my mum could obviously sense my depression. We took our dinner fast and walked home in a reasonable speed that she would not feel the pressure from me that I was in a rush. I went all the way down to Clementi despite the training was going to end soon.

One thing I can never understand is that some people often have to trouble the rest to help them with things that they can actually do themselves. When your friend is already late due to some personal reasons, trying to rush down in his quickest pace, do you feel comfortable by asking him to get something for you while he’s “on his way”?

I feel so lost about human’s mind.

Do you subconsciously think that since the person doesn’t hold an important role, you can even afford to have him late for longer?

I don’t talk much sometimes but I do observe better than most people. When you often have to repeat and raise your voice in order for your friends to hear your questions or words, it certainly shows how much you really weigh in their inner hearts, which they may not even realise it.

To Be Alone

It has been quite a number of days when I don’t do my usual lengthy report of my daily life.

Those assholes who come across my life should be celebrating right now for I haven’t been exposing their deeds. It’s also good for friends who have been unintentionally hurting me over and over again.

You don’t need to check in each time simply to see the damage you have dealt.

I’m learning to numb myself and work will soon devastate my feeling. It’s now my destiny and dream – to be alone.