Dear Dreams – Page 92

Mingfa’s Early Birthday Celebration

Saturday night’s chalet was one of the weirdest ones I had ever attended. I probably should have kept my ears shut earlier since not knowing anything would be a blessing perhaps.

Mingfa came over to pick me up and we wanted to meet up the rest at Tampiness One, however, got stuck at a multi-storey car park nearby. We were trapped inside for more than ten minutes even though we had given up.

It took us quite long to get to Downtown East. It was drizzling and thus we decided to fill our famished bodies before collapsing. The “chicken rice shop” served quite nice food.

The group of us started to enjoy ourselves inside the room by playing poker. I did two sets of push-ups as forfeit, whereas Mingli and Ruoci outshone everyone.

I was a freeloader during the barbecue session and I was not comfortable with it. Boredom almost killed me until we started playing some reaction games.

After Mingfa blew off the candle on his birthday cake, Jingkun sent Weitat and Mingli off. After a while, Mingfa kindly became my chauffer again.

Major Bug Fixed

I just fixed a major bug on my blog last Friday. Due to the fact that I did the development on my own workstation, I had to change a line of code to target the pages. During my last transfer of files, I forgot to change the code and thus, the menu did not work well.

After so long, Soon Siong was the only friend who pointed the bug out to me.

Two Weeks of Intensive Lectures were over

The last two weeks of intensive lectures finally ended yesterday. Every weekday’s night and even Saturday were locked up by the torment.

Of the fourteen sessions, forty-two hours, I spent almost half of them sleeping inside the theatre. I was of course lack of sleep, but the prime reason was obvious since the dozing hours almost coincided with the second module’s lectures.

It was ridiculous to pay nearly two thousand bucks to listen to a lecturer who could not pronounce English better than a lousy speaker like me, trying to dupe everyone to sleep.

However, I did manage to utilise the time during the last few lectures by working on the laptop.

Smoke Slayer version 1.2

After years…
http://smokeforwhat.com/smokeslayer

不是恋爱季节

不是说好了要滴酒不沾？
那夜我一杯又一杯，
我喝去了多日的郁闷，
却解不开我心深窗。

沉重头上烫着感叹，
脸红了一夜心酸千百倍。
我垂着头拖着步，
雨中我独享浪漫。

我从不给与给予承诺。
却又在梦中有所期盼。
偶尔我对自己傻笑着，
笑我不顾一切地纵容错判。

原来这不是一个恋爱的季节，
路上的情侣却又不离不别。
我脑里汇集曾经努力,
这惨痛足我一生惊懦。

Written: Wednesday, 15 July, 2009

She shot us all down

She fired; and one by one, everyone started to collapse. Even the sharpshooter dropped, and I saw no determination to hold on.

We lost the battle.

Stay Awake!

One of the methods to keep yourself awake is to pinch your skin using your nails. If you are attending a meeting, do it under table on your thighs.

Try penning down everything that you have heard and keep smiling.

Good Bosses are Rare

Sometimes, in the midst of the busy life, a little care does smoothen all the pains.

If you are working under the best boss on earth and even the big boss treats you with excessive care, you cannot help but to feel appreciated and touched.

Will your superior take initiative to get you a relief on your duty after the meeting for you to have lunch? Will your boss chase you off during a meeting because you have your own class to attend?

There are many tiny things, which you can actually do to make every co-worker, inclusive of your superior and subordinate, happy.

Messages Deleted

One funny thing that can happen in life is when you try to delete away the unimportant messages on your mobile phone, you accidentally delete everything. All the efforts throughout the year have gone into waste.

Why would anyone bother to keep messages? Is it a waste of time in the first place when you will not be appreciated by the senders?

Is it good to be sentimental?

It is probably an indication to forget all the past and especially the unhappy things.

One Week Passed Finally

I managed to pull through the week. Having lesson every night after work was extremely draining. My life seemed to be wrecked with all the work, especially when the Saturday morning and afternoon were eaten up too.

Pimples were surfacing on my face and I could hardly talk much when I was sleepy all day long.

I was and would never be looking forward to the following week, because things would get worse; moreover, my body would not recover in time to absorb all the shit.