HATING
Programming class sucks to the core
Facilitator is not making any easier
All the questions just confusing even more
Damn obvious that my team is the weakest in programming
Screw this class and screw Morgan
cool....
WAYS TO DESCRIBE HOW I AM NOW
INJURED
Training...
Took a heavy blow to the chest....
The pain was excrutiating.....
Couldnt breath....
Teary eyes....
Seeing doctor this saturday...
A DAY TO DE-STRESS
The dynamic duo had enough of school life, as it was juts driving us crazy. So many things that was needed to be done and so little time that we had.
That led us into skipping school and just took the day of and to goof off. Trust me when I say GOOF OFF!!. Had nothing planned and the goofimg off was to a limit as I was fasting and there was not much we can do. That led to a the road of dicovery, the road of nonsense at least.
Went all over marsiling and woodlands just trying to goof here and there, damn tiring as it was a scorching hot day and I was fasting and the other iodt just drank ice-cream soda infront of me.
In other means, I'll let the picture do the talking as it was taken by me, by my talent of taking great pictures!! Hahaha
TEAM TOUCH
"WERE STILL YOUNG, BUT WE BRING FEAR TO SOME TEAMS."
*The dude in grey is the touch coach
**Me and daiyu are not in jersey as were injured
WHAT I HAVE BEEN BLIND
(A warning that this post will be a verly long post. As the fasting/Ramadhan month is a month that is filled with a lot of miracles and wonders and they have kind of opened my eyes to what I was blind.)
SCENE 1:
It has come to my attention that one of my good friends and a fellow co-worker was involved in a major accident in about a week or two weeks ago. I am trully saddened to hear this news and glad that he is ok but with a major injury. All that I know now is that he can no longer work and he chose to quit. If hearing that he was in an accident was not bad enough, hearing that he quits worsens it. As the only and most of the times that I spend time with him is during work.
But right now, I should not be selfish. The right thing to do is to pray for all his best and for his fast recovery. Just to think that the last time we met we were joking away and laughing our asses off. Now there is a turn of the table where more than one party is affected. Don’t worry my bro, you are not alone is this world there is still the crew there and of course me that will care.
SCENE 2:
During the fasting month, there is a prayers that is not a must but it is best that it is to be done after the fast is broken by dawn at the mosque. So far I have been going regularly when there is nothing on in school, then one day I met a good secondary school mate of mine there when tha prayers was done at the mosque. It was raining heavily and I was stuck at the mosque without an umbreall so I decided to stay there and chats with him untill the rain ends or subside. We talked and time passed by quite fast. We shared plenty of stories, what we have accomplihed and what nonsense we did. Then it came to me, I used to spent the entire time with him and the clique and now that we are seperated to our polytechnics we rarely meet. But I was wrong, he was still close to the rest and I was not. Guilt just kicked in that instant. I was the one that used to be the ‘glue’ that called out the guys, now it was different. I became a drifter.
SCENE 3:
I thought life was good, as I was sticking with my motto in life. That was to look things on the brighside no matter what and that kind of lead me to plenty of good things. Those good things are friends. But, life has a way to kick you in ass and make you crashing straight downhill. As I have a co-worker, I am cool with him and we can joke around no problem. Like as per normal, I only meet him during work and that is sometimes when our schedules meet and that is rare. Then this is the other dude, a fun guy that is kind of a gay retard, but fun. I met him through a friend and we can mix well. The only thing is that he is not in the same school as me and is taking priavte and lives at the east. So the times that I meet him is really rare.
Now those two friends of mine are being called by the government. Yes, NATIONAL SERVICE. This is when life was kicking me hard at the ass, making sure that I was screaming in pain. Thinking to myself, where in the world has the time fly? I rarely meet them and I am that close to them. They may not be dead but hell, they are going away and it is already hard enough of me meeting them, NOW HOW?
THE CAUSE:
Now, lying on my bed got me to think on what I was doing with myself. Am I a good friend? Let’s not forget life is still kicking me at ass even when I am at bed tring to get some sleep it was continueing to kick.
Then now I came with just one conclusion. Maybe I was just too busy, but with what? All my time was taken up by expectations and dreams. Expectations from parents to have my diploma so that majority of my time was used in school, then the dreams of getting to go to New Zealand to represent Singapore rugby. That dream just killed more of time as training of the nationals was during the weekends and normal school training was during the weekdays. So school and trainng on weekdays, training on weekends = no time for work and no time for friends.
I feel guilty more then ever. Now I even have second thoughts of quitting rugby as I cant quit school for sure… maybe, just maybe that when I quit rugby I can use that time to slck with the dudes and dudets and get my social life back in track. There are more scenarios then this three… for my close friends they know more of the scenarios and asking the same question about something…
Well…right now, still sticking with ‘BRIGHT SIDE’…but its kinda failing me….
