Pain in the Ass

Got 2 days of MC today... haiz... feel so boring at home.. Always wanted to have a break like today but then now that I am away from working, I can't help thinking about work.....

Just called Ah Niu to meet up for lunch later but instead he want me to go over his place to pack his room, this lazy burger is finally clearing up his room after 10 over years. His room is the worst I have ever seen... clothes everywhere, ashtray on the bed, even poly notes still stuffed somewhere in the shelves.. Don't think I am in the condition to enter his dusty room today... So in the end we planned to meet up for lunch then go down to garage in AMK to service his car.

Known this guy for over 10yrs ... we were the best buddy in poly till now. Though at times we had our differences but the bond is still strong. Even our mums become good friends through us as we arrange them for mahjong session together. Ah Niu is 3 years older than me but I always treat him as my younger brother as I always had to ensure he revise his work and wake up on time. Even up to now, I still have to scold him at times when I see that he is going in the wrong direction of life... Just like now that he has ORD, I have to keep checking on him as he will be spending his time on mahjong than finding job. Even his resume is done by me...

Everytime I am at his place, his mum will nag at both of us for smoking, for drinking, for gambling, I was nagged by his mum for not spending time with his son when I was attached while he was single. Being his brother for so many years, I am used to his mum nagging already. Next month he is moving to Woodlands so finally willing to pack his stuff and throw away those junk... I can imagine the mess in his room now... He is so looking forward to moving to Woodlands as it would be easy for us to meet up for coffee and to pump petrol in JB. Hope it won't be a nightmare for me when his mum & my mum join force to nag at us.....

Fighter no more

So tired.....wonder am I sending punches to my sandbag or just giving my sandbag massage.

My best sparing buddy
Who does the gloves protect? The bag or me?
Enjoy the pain of raw fresh

....Give me one moment in time.....

Heard over the radio on a program about music composer, song writer and producer while driving home today. This reminds me of a piece of music I once wrote years ago.... really hope there will be a day I can play it again on the sax... How I missed those days in the band.... Everyday we would stay in the band room after lesson till late in the evening. A group of us having our own mini concert everyday...... I still remember my favourite piece was ' One moment in time'. Till today its still my favourite but doesn't have to chance to listen to it again. Guess it was really only one moment in time....

Fight against life, you will never win

Its been a long time since I seriously workout on my sandbag. By the time I removed my gloves, my knuckles were swollen & bleeding. Looks like its gonna take some time before I get my delicate skin seasoned again.

Looked at myself for a long time in the mirror in the shower..... I saw myself as a kid, saw myself as a teenager and now..... I realised that I have really changed alot over the years but did I become who I wished to be or did I blindly climb the coporate ladder without knowing where I am heading or what I actually want... This evening, I sat at my desk staring at the laptop for a long time, I felt very tired inside out.... My mind went blank....

No matter how powerful or smart a person is, he or she can never outsmart or fight against life. In some part of our lives, we lost what thought we will have forever & at some point of life, we found what we thought we had lost forever.... All these are far beyond our control even the most power man on earth has no control over..... Many times, I wish to give up everything & live a simple life somewhere where I don't have to be on guard against anyone.

I am who I am because of my own choice or because of circumstance? One thing I am very sure, I didn't become who I wanted to be when I grow up. I remember I told my dad that I wanted to be a musican, a saxophonist when I grow up. Even when my dad went bankrupt, I never give up my dream. I did everything I could to get in SP just to be in the band so that I could continue with my dream but eventually I had to give it up because I couldn't cope with my school work. Was that consider my own choice or was it circumstance that changed my dream?

1st JSPS Gathering

Yesterday we had our 1st JSPS gathering finally after 16years.. ok maybe not the first for some but at least the first for me.... Though its our first meeting after so many years but we are all able to click right away. Initially I expect we might not be able to find any topic or feel strange sitting together for dinner after so long but in the end there were so much to talk that I guess we were the loudest table in the restaurant.

After dinner, we move on to Farm Cafe to continue catching up on the past. Never run out of topics and jokes about the past. I really missed the good old days... too bad the original building we studied in had tore down... even our favourite hangout.. the ghost trees were not there anymore.... It seems that I was the only one who had drastic change in appearance over the years while others remain the same. Even my best friend fail to recognise me....

I've been arrowed to organise the next gathering in May.... Hope I am able to gether more JSPS members and a better event. So if there is any JSPS students graduated from 1991 class 6/3, please join us in the next gathering in May....