Dear Dreams – Page 59

Off Day from Work

[Wednesday, 24 March, 2010]

Into the first hour of the day, my chest was still stuffed with disappointment. I felt weak like as though I was falling sick. Therefore, I dropped my boss an email to tell him that I had banged into a ghost and needed to take a day off to recuperate.

My sleeping hour was never as long as intended for somehow my body alarm clock would wake me up before noon no matter how late I slept at. Into the afternoon, I took a few short naps.

The main thing I did for the day was internet marketing, which I tested out a way of not being too dependence on my current list of friends in Facebook.

I was supposed to meet Liyi for dinner but she was held back badly in school and thus, I resumed with my work instead.

Banged into a Ghost

[Tuesday, 23 March, 2010]

I had lunch with Dorothy and Mei Hoe at “Bao Gong” at West Coast. I spoke less than ten lines in total during their non-stop conversation.

Into the late afternoon, I went down to the MPH with Mei Hoe. I set up the court and we started playing together with Pierre and Paul. Daniel joined us later to kick off more fun. I left earlier since I had promised Jasmine to meet up for dinner.

The rush home to shower exhausted me more than the earlier game. Nevertheless, it was a wrong decision yet again. I clearly understood “you treat someone with respect doesn’t mean that person would do the same to you”.

I was being betrayed and setup to bang into a shameless ghost, or rather, someone scarier than a ghost.

Lunch with Kevin Chua

[Monday, 22 March, 2010]

The weekend was too much for me to take and it refused to leave me even at late hours. I had too much grieve that could not be unleashed.

Early in the morning, I woke up with my younger brother to the bank. The queue was long like usual but at least I got to collect a new ATM card.

It was a very weird morning in the office. Somehow, my looks differed from my mood. Faces made me recall all the unhappy past.

I had lunch together with Kevin at Clementi Central at Vibes City. He treated me to claypot rice as I poured out to him all the unpleasant things that had happened.

An old and finished work surfaced out for new amendments.

I walked home with Mei Hoe after work.

Bitches United

How to tell if a girl is a bitch?

She mixes around with bitches often out of own will even though she hates them.

This is through experience.

To prove this true, simply apply the logic that out of ten close friends you have, if eight of them have a common characteristic, you will be influenced.

Sichun is Married

[Sunday, 21 March, 2010]

The day began with the preparation to go out for lunch with my colleagues. We had buffet at Straits Cafe at Hotel Rendezvous to celebrate for Daniel’s birthday. Taking good food was too much of a privilege to me and I had excess of them recently. In the mid of the conversation, I pronounced my second day of the weekend disastrous.

After lunch, I followed Dorothy’s car to Choa Chu Kang in the heavy rain. It was the only time I could chat with her when nobody else was around. Anyway, I took the train to Admiralty before I sat down at the old MacDonald’s restaurant just opposite the control station. I ordered a cup of chocolate milkshake to my disgust due to the lousy taste. The wireless network freaked me out as I could not post anything in Facebook, and the visitor counter on my website could not be loaded as well.

Later on, Jinyang and his girl, together with Chuanjie, arrived and we set off together to the Woodlands Vale condominium for Sichun’s wedding. It was not a grand ceremony, but being together with the loved one was the most important thing. The catered buffet was quite good but too filling for the day.

I got to get together with the old Gessians but I felt weird since I was not close to most of them and there were not many topics. We left at around 9pm.

Before midnight, I went down to the ATM machines with my younger brother to withdraw money. I forgot that I had withdrawn some cash in the afternoon and thus I had exceeded the daily limit. As the dumb machine was ejecting my ATM card, suddenly it pulled it back to my horror and my card was detained.

Hereby I vow not to Waste any Saturday like this again

[Saturday, 20 March, 2010]

In life, we experience things in order to learn and “regain conscious”. Be it good or bad occurrences, they would impact strongly on our decision in future.

I have learned many things in just a Saturday alone.

For success, there is bound to have sacrifices; friendship and promises are just pawns. History will forever repeat itself for certain events.

In a relationship, a person who takes the other half for granted will always apologise; whereas, in a friendship, it will happen too. If you have done it once, twice, or thrice, will you simply shut up at the fourth time or latter since it is meaningless already?

I have learned that even the most trusted people would put the naive one to shame. I have learned to place the most important thing before anything else, putting off awkwardness like a holy saint. I have learned to smile more like a fool. I have learned how to fight for a team, which I am not part of.

I have learned the thousands of misfortunate truths in life. I have learned the fact, and more cruelty of life.

I have learned, I have witnessed, I have experienced.

This is a turning point of my life, which I have seen through the thin and fragile colourful masks, and I am ready to embark on a cleaner and more decent life without the lies and disrespect.

Lunch at 3 Monkeys and Completion of Resume

[Friday, 20 March, 2010]

Early in the morning, I bothered Josephine for the last time regarding my resume. However, while she was clearing up the last mess, my two bosses stunned me as they called me over. I knew it from Kevin that they had actually requested him to stay behind for three more months and thus I was afraid to be persuaded to continue with EIP so that they could re-allocate their manpower to conduct the required modules. Luckily, they only asked me to keep a look out for potential contract staffs.

I had a great lunch date with Weitat, Hirman, Joei and Jingkun. It was a new combination of some of my greatest friends cum colleagues; although I would greedily prefer all my great colleagues to go out together just like when I was working in my previous company. I was quite stressed since I did not know what small tokens I could give to everyone on my last day, and it would probably be an empty thought just like any other times.

We went to Holland Village at the 3 Monkeys restaurant. We had the entire second storey to ourselves, which was cool since nobody else would disturb us and that we would not have to restrict ourselves to noises and craps. The waiting time for the food was, however, absurd, especially when the place was so empty. I did not like the fish and chips but the fries were quite nice.

Back in office, I started off with the final task allocated by my boss. The office became quieter soon and I left by myself at 5pm sharp to continue with my resume editing at home, but to doze off before I could do anything.

I went through Mingfa’s friend’s company website and was not very certain that I could really assist them in anything to my interest. I made it a point to send him my resume anyway.

Banking Department had Left

[Thursday, 19 March, 2010]

Upon reaching the office, I was plagued with the fact that the banking colleagues were leaving. I was numbed in my brain. Their shifting to the Bishan campus was nothing compared to my dad’s departure more than ten years ago, but soon, I was going to feel so indifference without their presence. One day, I would be hearing their noises out of nowhere.

This morning, the office was noisier than before for the SYOG teams were preparing for the afternoon’s training. I helped out a bit. Joy and Hirman were already at the battlefield bravely with the HCJC volunteers while Weitat was obviously luckier to be leading the Cedar girls in the afternoon. It would be a very good experience if only I had my language skill improved that I would be able to help out. Obviously, I felt left out due to my incapability.

All of them were gone and I thought I would really be alone until Mingfa called me out for lunch together in the rain. He came over to pick me up soon and we went to West Coast market. The chicken chop was overrated. I felt quite bad for Mingfa had to take the extra miles to specially fetch me and send me back when he could easily cross over from Clementi Wood Secondary School after his morning coaching.

The tidying up of my resume was beginning to turn into a nightmare. It seemed like never-ending. I was very amazed with Josephine’s knowledge and nothing could really show my gratitude for her assistance.

In the evening, Hirman gave me a ride. When we were at the gate, he managed to attract the attention of Sie Sie by banging the left mirror but he remained cool and cheerful. We got Sie Sie to hop onto the car and we happily left together since she was on the way to Capitol Tower, which was near my place. However, we met very heavy traffic jams at AYE and Hirman turned to Holland Village but we had too many fans on the road to slow us down badly. With the radio news reporting that ECP was filled with zombies, Hirman changed his mind and decided to take CTE instead. Alas, he dropped us at the Central, where we transited to the train.

I knew well the journey would be longer than taking train directly at Clementi but did not expect the jam to cling onto my legs. I was cool with it since my main purpose was to chat with Hirman but Sie Sie could no longer make it for her Yoga class and thus, she decided to go to her usual workout place – UOB tower – instead.

Department Lunch Turned into Farewell Lunch

[Wednesday, 18 March, 2010]

It was a different Wednesday, having two departments combining department lunch together at Mandarin Gallery. Weitat, Afni and Joy left the office earlier. I followed Bernard’s car and arrived at the place on time together with my department’s staffs. Their cold and repeated jokes on learning volleyball turned me off.

I had a big feast as the food was to my liking. There were at least two other cameras around and thus I did not take many shots. Towards the end of the lunch, I moved to the other end of the stretch of table to crap with my most usual gang. Then, I was teased for mispronouncing words again.

As I began to get sleepy with the heavily stuffed stomach in my irritated eyes, I was given gifts from the department as my farewell gifts. My heavy brain was too tired to react much. Josephine started with her farewell speech, followed by Kevin. I was totally lost at words after that with my brain frozen; the earlier cold jokes and teasing had already eaten up my words even though I was more than happy to present my feeling for the more than two years of stay with all the kind souls.

Immediately after the lunch, I was made to try out the three tops and a sweater outside the toilet. My great buddies had certainly put in great thoughts when choosing the items for me, trying to change my image. There was no mirror around for me to take a good view of myself but I trusted their taste.

We went on shopping for the banking staffs’ farewell gifts. I could feel that I could collapse anytime in my swinging head. I was intending to hitch bus 167 home to take a short nap during the journey but Afni changed her mind in the long queue in front of the taxi stand and I accompanied her to take train.

I would be missing my great colleagues soon.

It was not a Day for Volleyball

[Tuesday, 16 March, 2010]

I finally got to dine together with my Shi Fu, Josephine. We went to IMM’s Fish and Co and she gave me very good guidance on my resume while waiting for the food. The meal was on me since she last treated me at New York New York the previous time at Jurong Point. I supposed we hit off well because both of us were very direct-to-point people.

The gathering of the MTRCs was never a smooth job; it was the last task I would be helping my boss with. I spent the afternoon updating my resume.

It was perhaps, one of the greatest mistakes I made, to join in the volleyball game at night. I knew there would not be many chances that I would play so often in future and thus, I gave up the dinner date with Irwin and Eugene.

The pain on my left shoulder was deadly. Even receiving a light ball would cause me cold sweat and I gave up soon knowing that the condition had worsened and that I would not be able to do well in the game.

Perhaps, the bad feeling was already back and the game was never as joyful as the previous week.