Sigh...I was browsing through some of my friends' profiles on Facebook, and suddenly it struck me that I had missed out on so many things. And I felt so out of touch with them. Or maybe I was, and I still am. Was it me who made no effort to stay in touch or was it the other way round? Was it my nature? Maybe it was, and I wish people could understand that. Really do!!! I secretly admire people who are born with a flair for simply talking. And I wish I could talk as much. I think a lot about this and that before I spit out a word. Maybe I think too much. And maybe when i think too much, people do not like it. They prefer someone talking out loud. Guess that explains why I have never been the popular one. And it's probably quite depressing to hang out with me.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
The 2nd Grad Day and V. day
Say hello to our Big Boss, Paul, the rider ( not the ghost rider)
That was my treat, guys!lolz...
Nice pose. Too bad Thy looked a bit out of place with his sad expression!
We are not comparing the skin colour, FY!
I love this post! Venue? Hour's car lolz..
Newly-recruited delivery boys and girls!
Nice pose!!! it was me asking them to pose that way:-D
The red couple
I am the king!!!!
KTV session!!!
felt like an outcast wearing a gown of a different colour
Thy and Paul
Oh man! I can barely see my face! This cameraman is not so skilled at all!
happy the second graduation!!!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
The Mysterious Girl
I felt the continuous vibration of the phone. I reached deep into my pocket, and then withdrew the phone. Before I could press the YES button, the phone became lifeless again. One missed call. I pressed the YES button, and the number of the caller appeared on the screen. The phone suddenly sprang into life again vibrating so hard it almost slipped loose of my grip. Without pausing to think who the caller might be, I pressed the YES button. I waited. And waited. And waited...
Finally the voice came on the phone. A sweet feminine voice. Quite familiar. At first I came to the hypothesis that it was one of my students calling. But it was immediately rejected when she asked me in a friendly manner, "What are you doing? Am I disturbing you at this hour?" I froze racking my brain to figure out who this mysterious caller might be. "No, not really. Er...May I know who this is?" Quite naturally, I expected her to reveal her identity, but I was taken aback by her answer. "Well, sorry I can't tell you!" This is weird. I did not stop there, though. I continued on my quest to unmask this girl. "Er...may I know how you got my number?" I could feel some good seconds ticking away in silence. Is this some sort of prank call? My thought was resumed when I heard her say, "Well, let's just say that I got it by chance!" OK! This is even weirder! Before I could say anything more, she questioned me, "Am I bothering you? What are you doing?"
To be very honest, I felt quite uneasy being engaged in a conversation with a girl whom I did not know. It almost felt like standing in a room with four mirror walls. All you could see were your own reflections, but then you could be seen from the other side of each mirror wall. Most of the time, I knew who the speaker was even if he or she tried to play prank on me. But this time, I could not be any more clueless. Though a part of me wanted to find out her intention, another more rational part just disliked the thought.
"Er...I am so sorry. I am in the middle of something right here. I don't think I can talk to you for long. And er...thank you for calling. Bye" I did not even give a chance for her to bid me good-bye. That was a bit harsh, dude. But I think she would understand, or at least this would push her a little bit more to give away her secret identity. For the next couple of hours, I could not keep thinking about this caller. Could it be one of my friends? Maybe it was my student? ...
The following day was just a typical uneventful day at the workplace. At least that was how it seemed to be at first. The clock in my room had struck 9pm, and I was feeling exhausted to the core. I stripped off and took a cool soothing shower. I was drying myself when suddenly I heard a beep coming from my phone. I reached for the phone on my desk, and pressed the YES button, only to find the number belonging to that girl with the content of the message revealed before my eyes.
The message read:
I am sorry I bothered you yesterday. I hope you not angry with me te. I want to be your friend because when I see you you smile all the time. I cannot be happy as you te. I want to be like you. Hope you are not angry with me.
I frowned. This girl is really spinning my head around. I wanted to give it one last shot. So I wrote:
How can I be friend with someone I don't know? Do I know you? You tell me who you are first and then we can be friends, I am sure.
I waited for her reply. It was before long that I heard another beep. And given the welling curiosity inside me, I fumbled clumsily for the YES button.
The message read:
Sorry na...I cannot tell you...because when I tell you...you know about me...Sorry I can't tell you te...hey what are you doing? Tell me ban te...
I was disappointed, and at the same time, kind of sick of playing this little game. So I decided not to make any response to her.
Finally the voice came on the phone. A sweet feminine voice. Quite familiar. At first I came to the hypothesis that it was one of my students calling. But it was immediately rejected when she asked me in a friendly manner, "What are you doing? Am I disturbing you at this hour?" I froze racking my brain to figure out who this mysterious caller might be. "No, not really. Er...May I know who this is?" Quite naturally, I expected her to reveal her identity, but I was taken aback by her answer. "Well, sorry I can't tell you!" This is weird. I did not stop there, though. I continued on my quest to unmask this girl. "Er...may I know how you got my number?" I could feel some good seconds ticking away in silence. Is this some sort of prank call? My thought was resumed when I heard her say, "Well, let's just say that I got it by chance!" OK! This is even weirder! Before I could say anything more, she questioned me, "Am I bothering you? What are you doing?"
To be very honest, I felt quite uneasy being engaged in a conversation with a girl whom I did not know. It almost felt like standing in a room with four mirror walls. All you could see were your own reflections, but then you could be seen from the other side of each mirror wall. Most of the time, I knew who the speaker was even if he or she tried to play prank on me. But this time, I could not be any more clueless. Though a part of me wanted to find out her intention, another more rational part just disliked the thought.
"Er...I am so sorry. I am in the middle of something right here. I don't think I can talk to you for long. And er...thank you for calling. Bye" I did not even give a chance for her to bid me good-bye. That was a bit harsh, dude. But I think she would understand, or at least this would push her a little bit more to give away her secret identity. For the next couple of hours, I could not keep thinking about this caller. Could it be one of my friends? Maybe it was my student? ...
The following day was just a typical uneventful day at the workplace. At least that was how it seemed to be at first. The clock in my room had struck 9pm, and I was feeling exhausted to the core. I stripped off and took a cool soothing shower. I was drying myself when suddenly I heard a beep coming from my phone. I reached for the phone on my desk, and pressed the YES button, only to find the number belonging to that girl with the content of the message revealed before my eyes.
The message read:
I am sorry I bothered you yesterday. I hope you not angry with me te. I want to be your friend because when I see you you smile all the time. I cannot be happy as you te. I want to be like you. Hope you are not angry with me.
I frowned. This girl is really spinning my head around. I wanted to give it one last shot. So I wrote:
How can I be friend with someone I don't know? Do I know you? You tell me who you are first and then we can be friends, I am sure.
I waited for her reply. It was before long that I heard another beep. And given the welling curiosity inside me, I fumbled clumsily for the YES button.
The message read:
Sorry na...I cannot tell you...because when I tell you...you know about me...Sorry I can't tell you te...hey what are you doing? Tell me ban te...
I was disappointed, and at the same time, kind of sick of playing this little game. So I decided not to make any response to her.
Monday, March 23, 2009
23/03/09
The clock in this room has just struck 6. These days at this hour the sky still remains a long stretch of silver with some dark patches of clouds. As i am typing this entry, I could feel the light touch of the wind that is wafting in and out of this room. The soft music gives another helping hand to set just the right mood for blog writing. Despite the fact that the seat i am perching on is anything but a comfortable cushion, I am satisfied with the facilities and services and the atmosphere this place has got to offer. It would be a whole lot more dramatic, though, if i could hear the falling raindrops slashing against the window pane right now! Too bad that the dark clouds these days dispel into smaller colorless particles after just some hours.
I love rain. I love how it can magically make one who is on the verge of breaking down feel rejuvenated all of a sudden. I want all the uncertainties and the anxieties and those tiny little bad things that are weighing me down to be washed away by rain. As a kid, I loved walking and running in the rain, and the best part was to be sitting on the wet earth with an umbrella in one hand. The umbrella served as a shelter for me. As ironic as it might sound, I felt so warmed at heart sitting there shielded by the umbrella though my entire body was trembling as the coldness of the rain set in. That was how I knew what it was like to feel warm despite the harsh exterior coldness.
And now I miss that experience badly! I want to feel that kind of warmth again. Life to me now is one long hallway with doors on both sides. And behind those closed doors lie things which elude the possibility of my prediction. All I know is there are really nasty stuff, but there are good ones too. Leading a life like this is kinda tiring. After slaving away some good moments of my life at the workplace, I expect to have some really nice short breathers. But the funny thing is I get stressed out by the bare fact that I HAVE NOTHING TO DO. So either way I am always stressed out! To make matters worse, I could barely feel the warmth in the presence of my close friends. I feel that there are things that are lurking deep down in the bottom somewhere behind that straight face. Things that they prefer to keep locked up! And the gang is shrinking in size. I cannot imagine my Saturdays without them!
I love rain. I love how it can magically make one who is on the verge of breaking down feel rejuvenated all of a sudden. I want all the uncertainties and the anxieties and those tiny little bad things that are weighing me down to be washed away by rain. As a kid, I loved walking and running in the rain, and the best part was to be sitting on the wet earth with an umbrella in one hand. The umbrella served as a shelter for me. As ironic as it might sound, I felt so warmed at heart sitting there shielded by the umbrella though my entire body was trembling as the coldness of the rain set in. That was how I knew what it was like to feel warm despite the harsh exterior coldness.
And now I miss that experience badly! I want to feel that kind of warmth again. Life to me now is one long hallway with doors on both sides. And behind those closed doors lie things which elude the possibility of my prediction. All I know is there are really nasty stuff, but there are good ones too. Leading a life like this is kinda tiring. After slaving away some good moments of my life at the workplace, I expect to have some really nice short breathers. But the funny thing is I get stressed out by the bare fact that I HAVE NOTHING TO DO. So either way I am always stressed out! To make matters worse, I could barely feel the warmth in the presence of my close friends. I feel that there are things that are lurking deep down in the bottom somewhere behind that straight face. Things that they prefer to keep locked up! And the gang is shrinking in size. I cannot imagine my Saturdays without them!
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Blog restricted
So finally! This blog is open to the invited readers only. At least it gives me some privacy. There are times when I feel like writing a lot about intimate stuff but have never had the guts to, for fear of unwanted comments from unwanted readers out there. Now that I have restricted the general public from viewing my blog, I can write about most, if not all, of things that I wish to write about. I remember being shocked by the unannounced appearance of this student from IFL. Of course I cannot afford to take any more risks. But then if I still feel uncomfortable with this small throng of invited readers, I might even restrict everyone, I think! Anyway let's just wait and see!
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