A sweet date

[Thursday, 15 June, 2006]

Though I managed to squeeze out time to go for an early movie date with her, her mum stalled the time once again.

I was not disappointed since I was used to it already and that I knew she was trying her best all the while. In fact, it was a consolation to get to see her the second time this week. I hoped I had succeeded in reducing her pressure by teasing her to let her know that I was cool about it.

Waiting for more than half an hour at the bus-stop, nevertheless there was a little disappointment that I could not spend more time with her as planned again. I was also worried about the availability of the movies. I wanted to catch “Silent Hill” at first but was quite certain that the tickets would be sold out by the time we reached since it was the first screening day.

She called me again fifteen minutes after she said she was heading for the bus-stop and apologised for going to her ex childcare centre to change her clothes. I saw her some time later as she alighted from the bus, in clothes she had never wore before.

The black spaghetti was brought by me for the inner wear for her performance and another white top was used to cover her shoulders. She was trying her best to please me, as well as to prevent her mum’s nagging. She was so sweet.

We managed to grab the tickets to “She’s the man” before taking dinner at Long John Silver’s, which was the nearest fast food restaurant. It was a nice movie. The male lead actor was cool; however the actress was only nice at the introduction part at the beach.

After the movie, we walked towards Plaza Singapura. As I knew she was dwelling on the necklace we saw the previous time, I dragged her to the shop to buy it. If only I was rich enough to get a more expensive one, it would be good. Right after that, she wanted to go home to pack her stuffs.

The date who went with me as well as the date we went for were sweet.

Rush hours

[Thursday, 15 June, 2006]

I did not mind setting up the PA system at MPH as long as the equipments were all gathered and sufficient manpower were provided. However, this time I was in a rush for medical appointment and that the rest were not ready until late morning.

I was able to get help from Gilbert and Anthony, and luckily Elvin joined in to spill the heavy loads. They were very enthusiastic. However, there were many problems which only came on the spot and that I had to rush back to the office. The mike was spoilt, there was no wireless mike set, we forgot to bring the big power drum over and then I realised the need of masking tapes as well; problems after problems.

Even though Yuqing had driven me to near the MRT station, I was not early enough to join in the queue for the shuttle bus to NUH. There was a big crowd of Malays not queuing up properly. I stood behind the queue which looked more like the original one. A bitch who looked like Pilipino approached my side and slowly cut my queue. Another Chinese family of a mum and three young daughters crowded behind me and knocked my bag so frequently that I felt like turning back to slap them. One of the daughters was wearing a dress with a bi hole at the middle of her back that anyone could see the panties if a distant was not maintained. The shuttle bus came and the obscene family overtook me by both sides successfully. However, the bus was fully packed with the Malay family of around thirty people like a picnic outing. Thus, even the earlier Pilipino bitch failed to get up. It was all fated.

I met Yuwei at the MMI physiotherapy centre. I was late for ten minutes and was only entertained at two by Dom. I did the gym so fast, ignoring the fact that I might get leg cramps later on without sufficient rest. However, since Kenneth was not around, things always dragged on. Back to the shuttle bus bus-stop, I missed the bus again due to excess passengers again.

After alighting, slow people in pairs were blocking the way. As I struggled towards reaching the first escalator, the electrical board showed the next train was reaching in less than one minute. I was not sure if the people were literate or not as they did not seem to understand the rule to keep to the left; perhaps, they should know it and yet chose to keep to their own convenience, so inconsiderate. As I reached the top, being quite lucky that there were three escalators and I dashed up the middle one which was not in operation and managed to catch the train.

Shilin’s birthday barbecue

[Wednesday, 14 June, 2006]

I thought it would be a big ex NP class gathering at Shilin’s birthday barbecue but things did not turn out as expected.

It was a long lonely journey towards Pasir Ris and luckily for Jason picked me up near the MRT. It was then I realised most of them were not going anymore when disappointment filled the air. We approached Costa Sands resorts.

Shilin’s boyfriend was great. He started the pit late and yet the food was served fast. For a couple of times I was suspecting if the food was already cooked and was just heated up by barbecuing; quite insane.

We started off by eating and that was our main entertainment until Shilin asked about my camera. I hated taking photos at night because I was not skilful at all. The flash would create whiteness on faces and the images were not realistic enough then; there was also too little light that pictures got blurred easily and that I could not snapshot from far.

Cheewei and Zijian’s arrival brought the spirit up with their craps. Eventually Zijian was painted red with the Choya alcoholic drinks. The most exciting part of the day was playing with Shilin’s present, the water gun. Zijian recklessly aimed at her friends who were strangers to us and luckily for I was holding the camera, it kept me dried except on my jeans during the war. If only we had more guns.

Zijian indeed knew Shilin the best among my ex class, that he knew what present she would really appreciate. Cheers for the day and hopefully she was happy enough.

However, she shot an arrow on me to organise an outing for the class; David Francis had already done it and that added on to my pressure.

I feel lousy

Thinking back, I feel lousy. I was able to meet her quite often a month back but now that she is on holidays, I am meeting her so seldom.

If only I could be more impressive to prove my worthy, things would certainly be better; I am not a hunk, not a movie star and never a rich man’s son; somehow I have nothing to show at all.

There is no assurance to her parents until when time goes by and we still stay strong together, they would trust us.

For now we just act like we are having secret affairs, grabbing every little opportunity we can to spend time together. This test is making us tough that we are trying so hard towards dream.

Sleep

[Thursday, 15 June, 2006]

The urge to sleep for ten years is rounding up my mind. I can no longer think properly, with no choice but to submit to this fatigue.

Both my brain and body are tired. Even machines do get heated up; I guess I have burnt myself.

I cannot take it low-lying that stuffs are always piling up; I always assume I can do everything and that defeats have eventually proved me wrong.

He limped to camp

[Tuesday, 13 June, 2006]

Everyone would probably take a good rest at home when he is sick or injured; whereas Quek upon the second day of his MC, went back to camp just to ensure people were attending Health Lifestyle (HLS) run. He was limping

To everyone, he was insane; but beneath him, he held his responsibility too high that even such minor thing was worthy of his sacrifice. Once again, he showed everyone how devoted he could be in his work, even for this disgusting organization.

His spirit was the most respectable attribute that everyone should work towards to; but sadly, not for current people of my surrounding. Most of the people were lowly paid odd job laborers and therefore seek no roof for greater commitment.

I would not mind being more initiative if everyone else would buck up; but this stain of low life was permanently embarked on the history and would be practiced by the future generations.

I was guilty again because I went to him to sign off pass for me. Though I was officially entitled the offs for the hard work and medical conditions, it was not nice to approach him just for signing of papers every week.

Calf problem drags on

[Monday, 12 June, 2006]

It drags on again. The General Surgery specialist wants me to go for Ultrasound scanning and then the bowl would be passed over back to the Orthopaedic specialists. The worst thing is the date of appointment, which seeds at 17th July when I am near to clear leave.

I am not sure if this would drag on until after my ORD. It would be dreadful if I were to take up the operation and cannot walk such that I cannot get a job. It is so pathetic of me if it ever happens.

I really wish they can speed up on things. Maybe, going to SGH is a wrong choice after all for the crowds and long queue, and also a handful of unconcern doctors.

Anyway, this specialist officially discharged from his clinic since I told him my gastric problem was no longer a problem anymore, which was not perfectly true. It was just meaningless to go back there to waste money on cocksters who could barely do anything to solve my problems.

Her love

[Friday, 02 June, 2006]

I have never been so moved before.

Her devotion, sacrifices, determination and benevolence soak into my heart deeply.

She is spoiling me with all the encouragements and compliments. I have never been such a great man in my life until she infuses sweet words into me.

In front of her I seem so confident and calm; but beneath my warmest heart, I am still trying hard to overcome my own problems.

Her love that I can never finish digesting, is the exchange for all my unluckiness; she is worthy of all my sacrifices.