Dear Dreams – Page 242

Instructors' Common Room

Though not many friends know the place, I still must mention that I love the room #3-1 in the training hub in camp.

Even though we had lots of shit out of that room, it gave me such a pleasant feeling.

The room, supposed to be Instructor Common Room, was loaned a few times to other units for keeping of equipments for events. There was once when one of us didn’t check the room before taking back, I went to clean it thoroughly by myself.

Then we were told to move extra equipments like sound mixers, racks and computers up to use it as a store room; so much trouble was initiated. After moving five tables from the sixth storey of the opposite building, we were told that the room must be ready for real function soon and we had to remove our stores from it, including of the new metal cupboards.

I love the emptiness, with just the five tables, ten chairs, a wireless internet connection hub, telephone point, server’s LAN point and computer. The room is also fully air-conditioned with two huge giants. Simplity is good.

We fixed up the computer and the internet connection worked. The LCD monitor was great. Before that, I even had a chance to play soccer with a cluster of papers after completion of our task to carry the tables over.

It could be the best place for us to slack, but however, going to be handed over officially to others.

Valentines' Day celebration

Tuesday, 14 February 2006, Valentines’ Day, Simster, Kwang Han, Sem and I had a celebration at Lot 1 Long John’s Silver.

Bachelors rock!

Couples were already emerging at early evening, drawing envious stares. I had immune to it.

Babes were in groups – they were not for us.

But sometimes it was great to be with friends. We cursed the same person and laughed to our hearts’ contents.

Bachelors rock (sigh)!

BMCC beach outing 180206

In case I have missed out anyone or if any friend is interested, there will be an outing on this Saturday, 18 Feb.

Get back to me soon if you’re interested okay?

Or at least date your friends out to Sunsetbay and we can at least see each other there.

Hopefully it won’t rain.

Confirmed:
Jinyang aka Sheep
Kailin aka Chunjia
kailun
Weitat + 3DIV friends
Siew Chin aka Renyao
Huiqin
Tze Khit
Xinyi
Kok Chiang

Most probably:
Guoxin
Kachua
Peifeng aka Ouxiang

Not confirmed:
Mingfa + whoever
Ah Bee
Mingli
and MORE.

Fuck up place

I know it. It’s always so crappy in this stupid corporation.

I’m a PES B guy without any excuse status, suppose to be fit for all physical activities, and can’t take part in the volleyball tournament just because I’m undergoing physiotherapy. Yet, I have to take part in IPPT test and range, and even do guard duty.

Whereas a PES E guy who is not supposed to be involved in any physical activity, being excused from IPPT, range and guard duty, is able to take part in the running relay and swimming tournaments.

So what if I were to create a nuisance now? They will just say it’s too bad for it’s already over.

Two words for this corporation – FUCK UP.

Adapting to society

As time passes, my trust for people decreases. Promise is always meant to be broken and it always happens.

Maybe it is an essential in life to give promises to others since hopes are the motivation to survive in this unholy society; I might be wrong all these while because I have never compromised over it, such that I hate to give promise when I’m not confident of handling the task.

I still live in this own naive world of mine. I remember losing a good chance to socialise and earn big bucks in a job offer; I never want to cause any problem to anyone. I have lost more than this, especially when girls love to hear wonderful lies.

While others have gained so much more than me, it has been so common that everyone seems to have immune to empty promises, except me. The immaturity wraps me up like a little kid, giving me such big disappointment each time.

Yesterday was the fifteen as well as the last day of the Chinese New Year. My trust for people decreased greatly again a week ago. But before that, I have never expected much from anyone anymore.

V-Day please don't come

Do you know how much I hate you? But every year you just refuse to submit to my threat. You insist to come and you claim that you are bringing joys to every lover; you are just being selfish. I’m too a lover, just without a lover, and you cruelly set me aside.

How I wish I could tie you up and bash you like a punching bag; how I wish I can scratch your enormous freaking face and kick your balls like how I break nuts.

V-Day please don’t come.

Saturday in camp

It was an unusual feeling going back to camp alone on a Saturday. I didn’t mind sacrificing if everyone were to put in efforts to contribute as well.

Suddenly I had this thought that since nothing was fair in this world, why I was still so determined to bring everything at least close to perfection. For my perseverance, I had brought my entire life of suffer. Because my capability was a shallow threat, the failures managed to sustain me in agony.

There was this phobia and injustice that hesitated me, from the past when I was fooled to go back and got nothing in return; while the rest gave excuses that they were not free and never were they.

I was lucky that Warrant Ang was the duty officer who passed the keys to me without creating nuisance; unlike some other officers who would most probably be drunk by the morning. It was a very peaceful day though at times I almost dozed off while surfing the net. I managed to book out at around 1030h after the lesson had ended.

I would have visited the polyclinic again if I could, but since time did not permit, I went home straight away and then got into a deep sleep. My eyes were the culprit, giving me irritation that could never keep me sane. I lost conscious over and over again, and thus the whole Saturday was wasted.

Yearly reunion dinner

I was so outdated and pathetic that I had not heard of Cafe Cartel until last Friday; I could not care more for restaurants that sell food at higher price than normal food court.

It was supposed to be a big gathering for BMCC players to have steamboat or barbecue together as suggested by Tze Khit, who claimed that we had it every year. It might be a mistake to help him contact some of the people whereas we could not confirm the date and time; there was miscommunication.

The main problem was that most people already had their own events, that coordinating was an extremely tedious job especially when some people did not even reply instantly. We were actually settling for Friday but made to postpone it to Saturday since some of them had to work until quite late.

I had this intuition that it was better to call off this outing but Tze Khit was very enthusiastic about it. Both he and Weitat were given five or ten days OFF after getting champion for 3DIV in the inter-formation game. He did not want to waste his last weekend of his long holidays before booking in.

I did not love steamboat at Marina South that much, but for the sake of gathering, I could sacrifice even when I was having sore throat and cough.

There were requests for the outing to be commerce on Friday instead but I was not sure which was the better day where there would be more people. I asked Tze Khit on that Friday’s noon and he didn’t give any reply until I called him in the late afternoon when the actual meeting time was drawing near. I realised it was changed back to that day from Saturday and I had to rush home.

Since Kachua worked at Keppel Tower and he needed some helps, I took some extra paces to walk over and meet him there. He brought me up and then I realised I didn’t bring the correct card he wanted. I sat down there as he continued to fix the computers and soon I dozed off on the chair.

After half to an hour’s time, we went to meet his girlfriend and on the way the rest had changed the venue to Suntec City since we did not have many people. We met up at Cityhall and then they decided to dine at Cafe Cartel.

The eight of us had a long wait before we had our seats and then I realised we had to queue up to order food as well. Tze Khit took a model bun to play with and one of the waiters was so sharp to notice it on our tables before he took it away. It would be so embarrassed if that was a girl and thought we were fools. I ordered fish and chips as usual and realised the servicing was not that big.

After which, we hanged around outside and then crossed over to River Ang Bao. It was already quite late and then we rushed for the last train home.

It really could be a bigger gathering like in the past but we are missing out too many people. Everyone has gone to look for their own lives and priority is never been given to the group.

Man always grows up to realise what they really want; when will I ever wake up from the dream of the naive world?

Theatrette chaos

It was an unusual morning. I had to take charge of the theatrette, without going for the parade as a promise to Shep.

I got all it confused since I didn’t know what event it was, but Shep sounded it like quite a major one. I thought it was for Chief of Army visit or whatever but I was calm since I had it all prepared the day before. It turned out to be a minor one, and was a bit cock-up – not my part. I had fun crapping with the pregnant SGT Claire (should be) who was the emcee as usual.

In the early afternoon, I was waiting for call for the commander’s dialogue event in the theatrette. I did not know if Shep mean this since it was much more major. It was time to wake up my sleepy head indeed.

I raced to lunch with the usual people. The cookhouse area was minimised to half and I didn’t want to eat without a table and chair; it was not a good idea to use the space for exhibition but anyway it was half way done. After lunch, I went up to the TRMS office with Gilbert and he was kind of being taken granted of his softness; the black outcast spilled nonsense again. It was all about a big bag of rubbish (old papers) and even though bird was not the one who junked it there, we decided to just clear it as to solve this minor problem. However, I hurt my back even more somehow.

Anyway, we were supposed to carry five tables from the accommodation block and we had dragged it for two days due to bad weather and lack of man-power. It wasn’t an easy task to carry them down from the sixth storey without a lift and then move them up to the third level of our main building after a distance.

We managed to gather five persons but they were reluctant to set off in the drizzling rain. I set off first for a good purpose and met Zongyi and Zhang Han at the first storey. There were too many nice people around and I knew there were certainly some walking around. Together we struggled with enthusiasm.

Back at the theatrette after satisfied with the moving of tables, Kwang Han, Yuqing and I had some craps there. Claire would certainly change her mind and realise Yuqing was actually more childish than me. I found it weird since no coordinator had come and I didn’t know what were needed. Soon as more big shots arrived, the theatrette got so filled that we had to move chairs out from two exam rooms. It was a total mess.

My biggest boss, the three crabs, started the talk and I realised the main purpose of the day was just briefing for the anniversary. Everything was smooth except for the crowd inside my control room, and it was very uncomfortable with all the Captains behind me.

They took a break and then the person who attended to the computer told me that the wireless microphone could not work. He looked like a low ranking soldier and I was surprised to see the two “chocolate bars” on his shoulders. He came up and I realised all the batteries were dried. Chief of Signals was just down there and started talking without any microphone.

When the first session was over, he tried to get one of the cabled microphones but there was no sound. Then, I realised someone had switched it off. Luckily that was the end of the cock-up.

Ending of good mood?

After dozing off early at nine plus for two hours for two continuous days, having more sleep than usual, I still felt tired throughout the days. It was bad to wake up just to miss the show “Shao Nian Zhang San Feng” as it was really a good show – at least to me.

Perhaps, it was because of the tedious exercise and workload in camp, body could no longer take it anymore. The muscle on my legs stitched and the weak injured knees tried to lay me down. I struggled with each step, not going to push work away like others.

Days were more peaceful than weeks ago. There were more smiles and laughers, and gathering of people even from the main office; there were jokes and even “WGC” (World Game Competition). Because 007 and the mad woman were not around there was this celebration mood.

It was quite a good day after visiting the E-Mart – the auntie gave Chen De and I a red packet each! The amount of money inside didn’t matter at all; there were so many people in the camp and we were the special ones. I loved the blessing, not even a red packet with a hundred dollars note could make me happier.

I was planted with a bomb. I didn’t know why the big shots would always come to my camp with the lousy theatrette; and I was placed in charge of the place for the Chief of Signals visit tomorrow. If the problematic sound system were to cock up, it would be hell. However, I always prefer to take part in grand event than do the usual boring and stupid stuffs in camp.