Specimen A

Its about time i start writing something here before any faithful followers of my blog become bore at the less than frequent postings. How about me writing a story so that you guys can come and read once a while and gets updated about the life of the characters in the story? This would be a rather nice thought, isn't it? Hmm... Come to think of it, there are a few rather interesting things i would like to share before i start on something this ambitious (writing a book that is) .

My life is full of interesting characters. If these characters are not at all exciting, then would be the friends of these characters that never fails to draw in some laughters. Lets start with specimen A.

Specimen A:
A is a nerdy someone since secondary school days. I feel that A is rather girly because of the way A wears P.E shorts so high up showing off the perfectly aligned, hairless, slender legs. If A is to wear what A wore today and parade Delta swimming complex, many "friends" will want to jump readily onto A's ass. For the past few years coming till today, A got closer to us. Maybe its because of the dramatic changes that occured to A during those times that brought us closer together. We saw him weep, gotten upset over lost love and got stunned. Freaked out man! Never had such experience talking to guys over such mushy stuffs. We just pat A's back and continued drinking. How sensitive we were! Things started growing from then and drinking sessions got from some to more and to a lot then PUKE!! During these times, A went to the gym to beef himself up and we all followed. Perservance for us took a back seat while that for A accelerated. Not for a good thing though because A's soccer skills took a Ruud's diving and clumsy became a descriptive word for him. A is still stuggling today to find back his touch for the golden game but we all doubt if he ever will... and even if he does, maybe we won't be playing anymore... ;)

So much for A's story...we talk about the other weirdoes next time...

It's Quiet

I have started out on my shift duties at the Changi towers. Working shifts make me feel very alone. It is like living in the world of my own and even as i am typing this all my friends are all slogging their hearts out at work while i am on my off. There is no one to play with me and that quietness is not something i can get use to yet. I miss my dosage of sunday soccer and the gathering of friends for drinks. These would break the awkward silence in my world and i can be comforted for a while. I am not depressed but i just feel alone in a busy world...

台北

清晨６：５３分

天开始亮了　心也静下来了

音乐放了“我真的受伤了”

我静静的想起你了

想起离别时的你声音怎么哽咽了

他们都说九年的感情一定冷淡了

但我怎么又再想念你了

想念在飞往台北前夕　每一分

他们都说没斗过嘴就没法了解自己

但我怎么都没有忘了

爱你曾经是那么的不容易

真的不容易所以让我十分珍惜

两个人的包容让爱情有了解　

也让此刻的想念变的强烈

我的心真的想念了

天开始亮了　

心也静下来了 音乐也低声了

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累了嗎…
翻來覆去，
睡意卻忘了我的氣息。
已習慣有了寂寞坐陪﹐
在夜裡思念恥笑我的可憐。
背井離鄉盡是如此的讓我思念﹐
思念在這冰冷的房間。
口袋裡的陳舊相片﹐
我望着你﹐已模糊的臉。
你是否還留在原地
把愛停留在瞬間讓我追尋。
還是被嫁給了世界﹐
聘禮竟是所有黃昏的傷悲。
記憶還是屬于過去﹐
未來不會有你我一起走過的足跡。

Trade

We all are really nice people. We are nice to our family, friends, maybe colleagues. The motivation for being nice stretches from genuine affection to play acting. The challenge is to distinguish fact from fiction. This is, however, the toughest job due to anyone who has fallen prey to the needle now stuck at the back of ass. We have all suffered some kind of a betrayal in our lives. When we have been betrayed and your pride abused, the abuser becomes the focus of our hatred. This i feel is unfair to the abuser!! Not that i am a abuser of faith placed on me by my friends but rather my feelings are more swayed by the fact that we are all selfish creatures.

Why are we good to who we want to be good to? There have to be a reason... And that reason stems from the fact that we can derived something out of them.
From family: Support and love
From friends: Help and understanding and fun
From colleauges: Co-operation and a easier climb to the top
It seems a little cruel or even devoid of feelings to measure the affection shown by friends and family as some kind of a trade. But spare it some thoughts please... If your dad has never shown you any kind of love in the past, as when you were a child, you would have not repaid him in most comforting ways. If, from your friends you cannot derived understanding, fun or a little help once in a while, would you consider them as friends? If, from your colleauges co-operations is not derived, most probably you have won yourself an enemy...

We have all treated in some way the relationships we have with others as some kind of a trade... Scary a thought isn't it? hahaha... And for those who wants to use EXCEPTIONS to combat the above thoughts, i would like to remind them that those are exceptions and the above is REAL.
My only encouragement would be for all to be the exceptions to the thoughts above...