Of Friday

With his back rested again the hard plastic seat, he looked up at the door like he always do, he has always thought that the familar sound of those doors closing after the beeping signals an end to his work day. 

Glancing around, he is well aware that people will start streaming in when the door opens again. He closes his eyes to shelter from the bright lights, clearing his mind of the outstanding task he left behind.

Of This Morning

With his head erect, he glanced into the screen which brings so much of the world to him. Fingers, spread out stylishing over the keyboard gives comparision to a pianist serenading those who care to listen..

Instinctively, he knew what every pressure would create and the crew of 10 work together at the commands of their master. He loves the feeling of typing with a melody in his head, of not having to pause for what's next, of being able to flow with ease, the intermediate beat of the spacebar serving the base to the melody of the moment..

Back to work.

Of Barrage

A place built with more than one purpose

For different people

With one view in mind

Of The Draw

UEFA CHAMPIONS LEAGUE
QUARTER-FINAL DRAW

• Villarreal v Arsenal

• Manchester United v FC Porto

• Liverpool v Chelsea

• Barcelona v Bayern Munich

Of Reads

It takes something for people to write like that, is it a talent or a skill to be learnt? I have no idea. 

I enjoy reading good writing, they bring me into another world for a moment and it drags you into a world of emotions, soft background music and vivid images in the mind. I like.

Sometimes i wish my writing can bring that same effect to my readers ditto what good writing from others have done to me. I wish.

For now i share with you a beautiful piece on departing, while i link her up onto my blog. I share.


Earlier, we sat side-by-side tucking into a mini feast we had bought ourselves in the airport canteen. "It's almost time to go," you said quietly. Your face was passive, betraying the sadness you told me you felt. Our eyes fixed on each other, I tried to lighten the mood by being silly: "How do you look in someone's eyes? Which eye do you look at?" You just smiled weakly.

We made our way up towards the departure hall, and as we waited for the lift, I pressed my nose against you, trying to take in your smell - the one I love so much. Your mom told us to take a photo before you were to go through the doors flanked by airport personnel. I put my arm around you, not knowing whether to smile - it would be a lie if I did. A tight hug and a kiss later, I found myself watching you walk away. No desperate clutching or crying like the picture I concocted in my head leading up to this moment. I tried to disassociate myself from what was happening, not wanting to cry in public and in front of your family.

I stared out the window in the car ride home, the buildings whizzed by and my mind was a blank. Upon reaching my front gate, I thanked your dad for the ride home and said my goodbyes to your family. I stopped in the living room to pick my cat up for a quick cuddle, and in an empty voice (and still-dry eyes), told my brothers that you had just left. Getting my usual mug of water from the kitchen, I wearily trudged my way up to my bedroom. I locked the door behind me, dropped my bag onto the floor, and flopped onto my bed. I picked up your T-shirts, the ones that couldn't fit into your luggage and still smell of you, pressed them to my face, and the tears started to flow.

This is her

Of Waiting

Warms hands tightened around the cold hard steel, there were people everywhere and that made breathing hard to do. She cast her glance low, avoiding the others that stood around her, each in their own world. She is not alone, those that occupy the space just before her attempted to avoid eye-contact, there was something they knew yet they tried their darn best to conceal that knowledge, to play dumb to that inner voice in their heads. This is not new to her at all, there's something about these people that she's starting to recognise..

Deep in her mind, she asked her how she should feel, unsure if any negative emotions to the outside world would affect the life she is carrying. She reserves her judgement on others as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Sometimes she wished she could read the minds of these before her so that she can just curse them in her mind and not worry about being wrong.



To be continued..

Of Opportunities

3 weeks into my work, an event that was planned for the end of April has been unexpectedly brought forward to the end of this month.. 10 days into march, this simply means that there isn't much time to get things down.. go go go!

At work, the ability to perform does not always mean that one gets the associated opportunity to test one's abilities against the challenges, so i should be glad that i have such a chance this early into my work to prove myself.. but then again, this event isn't exactly that super high level or that difficult to plan and execute for that matter..

every work situation is an opportunity to learn and do better.. as Mr Lim Swee Say puts in, be better, betterer betterest.. yes he said that, i was just that close when he said it over the mic on that stage.. so yeah, that's our Secretary General of NTUC and Minister, Prime Minister's office for you.. go figure

wish me luck for the 31 March event yeah, game on

Of Sublime Skill

When u can finish the ball off like that, you belong to a special class of players. This is what separates the pretenders from the actual stars

Of Peace and Rest

NTU student stabs professor and falls off building.. He was a loner.. He had his ASEAN scholarship terminated... He plays online games... His family did not have problems financing his studies..

I admit i was one of the first to comment that this fellow is a nutcase when i first heard news about his stabbing of his professor, sliting of his wrist and then jumping(of falling) off the building in NTU..

as the days went by, i hear of news reports about how he was, how he fared in school and all of this news just paint him in such a negative light that is sickening.. its sickening that someone as young as 21 with a decent future has been pushed to an end where he had armed himself with a kitchen knife in his professor's office and he had to slit his wrist before jumping to really make sure that that would be all..  its more sickening how the local mainstream media is throwing news around to make NTU seem like a godly place it which this student did not belong, as though he was not really part of them in the first place..

what good would it do for his family on knowing that 3 warning letters were sent by NTU? Its just bullshit and why the hell did the reporter had to cover this? That financial problem was no

the reason? That poor result in school was the reason? 

I'm so sick of all this crap from our newspapers and mainstream shit.. 

Solace, i found online

The unfortunate central character has a name, David Widjaja. Online, he has a moniker like i do, he used the name "Manji" in his online multiplayer games.. people who have played with him or "met" him online painted a very different picture of David:

He was such an awesome friend really smart and funny. I known him a long time now and we have spent so much time together. He really did have such a nice personality. He stood for what was right he defended players and his personality have shined through. Even though this game is online I saw his real personality by the way he talked and joked around. I am going to miss him a lot and I am going to pray for him. I feel regret that I didn't talk to him about his problems and tried to help him. Last time I talked to him he was having a friendly match with Maka and asked me if I wanted to duel with him. I wish I could have spent my time to talk to him better and get in a core of his problem because now he is gone and it will not be the same without him. He was a big part of this game to all of us a really loved player. I will never forget him and he will always stay in our soul. We miss and love you David (By Mystica)

Majin, thanks for everything... you help me in many ways especially when i don't know how to attend a wedding... thank you for helping me... i promised to invite you also in my wedding, but now i do not know how to accomplish my promise to you....

i lost a friend that i cannot return... your memories will always stay in my  mind and in my heart.. thank you very much majin (david).. (By jaslyn000)

really don't have any words to write about it, I was with him on saturday, me, light and ringles were playing around at arena, he took a pic of us and now......!! Everyone who knows me well, knows I get a kind of connection to the people too much easily. We talked too much and much more lately. Once, we were talking about universities and how hard is to get good grades and he told me he didnt know why he had chosen this course, he didnt know if he would finish this, so i said, wait a minute, this is your last year, you need to do that and u will do it well, don't worry. He just told me " I hope so". I didn't realize it was more than that. I'm feeling so unuseful cause I think maybe i could say something else, or try to go deeply into his problems. I had terrible nightmares last night, i couldnt sleep well, I'm just shocked, it was so unfair and kinda selfish from him , for dont think about his family and friends doing such nonsense thing 'cause a lot of people  now are suffering, but i wasnt in his soul that time, dont know what was going on his mind, the only thing i know is the world just lost a such great and intelligent person, a good friend and a young person who had a lot of things to do in his life, I'm really sad, im really confuse and dont know what to think .. Jolene, you are very important for him and his predilet subject. I know Im going to miss David too much!! Im praying for his soul and to calm down his family's heart. Rest in peace my friend!! Sorry if i sound nonsense too but im feeling like this, inexplicable!! =(

(By Nanda)

Read the rest here 

So here you go, the online platform providing the handful of people who read this blog another side to the story, another view of a man that was painted as such in by the local newspapers..

May he Rest in Peace