Calendar planner

I really need 48 hours per day. At least, 36 hours and I promise I’ll be a good boy and use the extra 12 hours to sleep.

I’ve printed out a calendar for this month and scheduled my tasks inside together with all the upcoming events. I’ve taken steps to give in my best and not idle everyday staring into the screen.

I’m just following what I’ve done in the past for a period of time when I was organised and be brave enough to face troublesome tasks.

Easy tasks can be finished fast but whenever I think all of them, they frighten me off and I’m never able to get started.

However, I seem to have set unrealistic timing for my work that I can’t complete them in time. I’m not At least, some things are being done. I’m trying to push myself.

It has been hell for me and I’m struggling each day to last my night as long as I can, to forsake my sleeping time. There’re too many activities that I can’t anticipate in my planning.

Sleeping disorder

You know how cruel my mum can be to wake me up at 2am just to drink a cup of ginger tea so that it won’t be wasted?

I always don’t want to wake her when she’s sleeping because it’s really annoying.

Someone just needs to rest, especially when having lack of sleep for continuous weeks and a strenuous day. Every minute is so important and you can’t just wake him up and cause him to be awake that his insufficient sleep problem is going to worsen…

Run more

Even though I had fallen asleep so early at around eleven that I had missed my show “康熙微服私访记”, it didn’t help me to get up on time. I remembered pressing down the alarm clock’s button myself, so it wasn’t the clock or anyone else’s fault. Logically, it wasn’t a surprise that I’d oversleep since I hadn’t ad enough rest for the past few weeks; the previous days were just pure luck that I could get up on time for camp.

I took the first shuttle bus, changed and rushed to 2SIG parade square. I was late of course but still eligible for the test. It was great to have Kim Hock, Sam, Wah Chuan and other friends around. The organisers were smart to put us into the same detail, forming in total four details.

Chin-ups were easy for me as usual, but I seemed to be too arrogant that I lifted myself too high at chest level. I was just stupid but not so bad that I had stopped at twelve casually. Next was shuttle run, which I still didn’t dare to “jam brake”, but still managed to get 9.8 seconds. Sit-up was tiring for me that I had to pause at thirty-eight and then complete another four. We proceeded to standing-board jump and I was teased after removing my spectacle because I took quite long to find the starting line which was actually quite tough to locate since the mate itself was black as well. I made the first try of over two hundreds and fifty centimetres. I didn’t take off smoothly and I didn’t know the requirement to score perfect, therefore I wanted to go for another try and ended up being teased again since I had already scored the five points.

Kim Hock impressed me. He wasn’t good in his jump but his perseverance was remarkable. He didn’t want to give up after the fourth try. I didn’t expect him to get his ideal score since his energy was most probably drained up. His greatness was a motivation to strife hard and it drove my spirit high.

Unfortunately I couldn’t do a good job in the 2.4km run. I wasn’t a good runner ever since after the college days and my injuries had dragged me down on my stamina so much. So, I could only get the silver award.

It was after the disappointing test, I experienced bad pain when I tried to climb up stairs. I had another 2.4km run during the afternoon for the Healthy Lifestyle, after which even climbing down the stairs hurt my knees, especially the right one.

The pain so tremendously

I had some pains in between my chests and the area lower down after lunch. I almost dropped onto the floor and burst out in tears. I held my hands on the areas and pressed them so as to relieve some of the pains. It lasted for around ten seconds each time and reoccurred every few seconds later.

Maybe it was due to the gastric acid. The medicine seemed helpless even though I had been taking them quite regularly. It came at a very wrong timing that I was having IPPT test the next time. I was weakened once again.

Together with my injuries and lack of training, my money is at risk.

Gold – $200
Silver – $100
Pass – $0

A friend in hell

Someone put his arm across my neck, seemed so close like a buddy.

I turned and realised he was Staff Elvin. When did I become so close with him? I first talked to him less than half a year ago when he forgot to return the keys. That was the only bunch of keys I was waiting for and luckily he didn’t bring them home.

We walked out to the bus-stop together and then he told me how he planned for his life. I assumed his promotion was faster than usual people but he wasn’t going to renew his contract anymore. He had a push on me for he did some self studying during his free time to upgrade himself.

Over times, the short and simple greetings, chats and concern seem to have improved our relationship.

It’s so cool life can be – people can get along so well without much interaction. Through looks, through first impression or maybe the manner and respect through the first conversation, you can feel the friendship somehow.

This closeness is the motivation and health spawn to live on, in this time of loneliness in the corrupted place. Together with many other kind souls, especially those of higher ranks, they really make it a better place; of course, still not good enough to stay on.

Till now, I can’t believe he can be so friendly and he’s behaving like just my age – the drive and liveliness make this happen. He has never put on air, instead, acting more like a brother to me.

Sadly but fortunately, he’s leaving the hellish place soon and all we can meet up is one day per week when he’s clearing leave.

Sweet but not so sweet

Kailin’s so sweet that she brought her CDs during the previous beach outing. It had been a few weeks or months since I posted at her blog site that I wanted it; I had long forgotten about it.

“雪狼湖” is so far the one and only one musical concert that I’m interested in. Of course, not to the extend that I’d pay for the high ticket price. If only I can make a breakthrough out of my life and able to live a “classy” type of life, I’ll be able to fork out the money; that’s if Jacky Cheung is still doing the concert. Anyway, I’m not so classic type of person.

Anyway, she even put in the latest Jay Chou’s album “11月的萧邦” with the two CDs. So many people must be damn jealous of me right now, but actually I’m not even a Jay Chou fan, other than an admirer to some of his songs.

However, I’m quite disappointed with the “雪狼湖” CD; sound alone can’t fulfil my desire. I assume, imagine and swear that the concert itself with the acting of the story plot and sound system will be so much better that it will definitely put me in daze.

Kailin is really so sweet that I’ve to repeat again and again, to praise her or even idolise her. It’s going to be so troublesome for me to bring any CD to lend anyone and with the fear of having them being damaged or lost somehow (Yes it used to happen so often in the past to my backup files’ CDs).

She’s sweet, but not into the prospect of helping me capture images of babes in the beach; and I miss Jasmin’s presence to help me do the job.

On the move

One Kailun is equivalent to hundred cute boys. Girls don’t want cute boys, they want mature guys.

I try to grow up, analyzing words from others and doing self-reflection. I’m sensitive, but girls prefer guys who can sweet-talk.

I brush up my language, try to impress upon them; they push me away, for they say love is a kind of feeling which can’t be forced.

I used to be naive. I offer helps without thinking and sometimes it’s for wrong persons. I’ve never spared a thought for myself; I’m enjoying the happiness of others. It has been such that sorrow has over-ruled the joy, I fear nothing than to burst in agony.

I’m still in the process of upgrading myself, to a level which I’m able to survive in this hectic world. I’m still learning how to enjoy myself and to live through each day optimistically.

After guard duty

It had been so coincident that when I stayed overnight in camp, things changed in my house. After Range was the arrival of the two dwarf rabbits. Last week after guard duty was the moving of my computer from the “computer” room to the living room.

My elder brother had it all done by himself. I wanted to do it since long ago because I couldn’t keep sitting on the bed when I was using the computer without a back rest and proper space to place my legs. Another motive of mine was to avoid going into the room since he brought his girlfriend home sometimes, and also that room was stuffy.

On one condition if I were to move out of the room was to remove the ultimate big and bulky fish tank. However he just pushed the fish tank towards right and cleared up the left side of the table to have enough space to put the computer set.

I felt it was cramp and I couldn’t put my other stuffs on the table. The telephone my mum had bought for my request was still inside the room, whereas the living room had only a cordless one; I hated cordless phone. The height of the chair and keyboard weren’t suitable as well.

Others things were also pushed out from that room – the two computer tables, such that the room was now more spacious and neater. I didn’t know where to keep my old lecture notes – those that of my polytechnic and *** driving course day etc.

Nevertheless, there were pros to the shifting. My back could finally rest on something when I was using the computer, certainly helpful for long hours of usage. I’d never be as tired as sitting in the bed, leaning by my side. I could also finally place my hands on the keyboard properly.

The weirdest thing I realised on that very day was the missing Jack’s cage. My brother could have brought him out somewhere but I got a feeling it was more than that. At night, I asked, and it was to my institution that Jack was given away.

The shock had stabbed right into my heart. Jack had been accompanying us for more than a year, creating mess at my house as well as laughers. He who kept me entertained when I was bored or lonely was then with someone else whom I didn’t know. For all the furs he dropped badly and inability to be toilet trained, it was a right but unacceptable decision. I didn’t even have the chance to hug him before he left. The pain was simply unbearable.

忽然间很冷,这感觉不好。失去了,过去了我还想拥有。

Last week, be the last week hopefully

I’ve been typing outdated journal entries. I’m lacking of sleep and each day the shortage accumulates to give me a hell heavy head out of sudden. My daily stories haven’t been detailed enough to remind me of the happy events when I want to revive the memories in future. I’m just so lack of time and concentration before I can get some good rest.

Last week was a tough week as expected. The guard duty and the moving of computers in camp. There was dinner out with my family and then Jianwei’s birthday chalet the following night. The next day I didn’t manage to catch a wink of sleep and proceeded to the beach. At night was long hours at the Karaoke. I couldn’t adapt to wake up late and therefore I woke up early and eventually made myself more tired than ever.

The worse thing was the exhaustion in camp. Carrying twenty-three computer sets from level six without using lift and other heavy loads to be shared among only three persons, I’ve to agree labourers in the army is cheap. Injured men are supposed to work too.

The stupid thing was that, I had planned to finish them within two days but we actually worked so hard to finish them in half a day. If the task was given to Lionel, I guessed he would probably take more than a week to finish them. And at the point of time we were sweating so badly, the rest were asleep.

My knees on the recovery mood have worsened once again and I don’t know how to get my money from the upcoming IPPT test this Friday.