Sleepless, Clueless and Hopeless...

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Times like these happen.
Times when the world grinds to a standstill.
Times when everything is so still the silence hurts.
Times when sleep seems to be the only logical thing to do.

But sometimes, things happen.
This time, I couldn't get to sleep.

The by-product of an overactive imagination and the re-introduction of some alcohol in the system after abstaining for a few days (due to health reasons, ie: Stomach Flu) are probably the shields against the Sandman's attempts at luring me into the dream state.

So here I am, blogging cluelessly.
About something, nothing and maybe everything.

Strangely, I've been thinking about work.
Which, in my case, has been getting from bad to worse.
Reason being?
I have no idea.
Lack of motivation?
Lack of recognition?
Lack of self respect?
Lack of (monetary) rewards?
Or simply, is it me who's lacking?

Sundays have been laughing at my apparent discomfort at night while Mondays are relishing the thoughts of tormenting me in the mornings.

If I am so bold to make a prediction, a showdown will happen, sometime, somewhere, somehow. Unless change is made.

Change.

A simple word to say,
a hard thing to do.

Yet its ironic how some people can change with just a snap of fingers.
Or maybe that's the 'real' you, as you explained, in an enigmatic kind of way, in your blog.
In your blog.
I repeat.
In your f**king blog.
Not having the brotherhood to call for a kopi session to talk things out. Check.
Not having the decency to call any one of us to talk things out. Check.
Not having the effort to drop a single message to any one of us to let us know anything. Check.

Not having the fucking basic respect to answer our calls and sms-es. Check.

If that's your idea of change.
Please go ahead.
Please go ahead and be a stronger, better man.
Please go ahead, and change.
Please go ahead and change to this other person who can take a 'sabbatical leave' from friends just like this.
Please go ahead, because we ain't worth fuck shit to you.
Because we ain't worthy for you while you seek a higher path of self enlightenment.
Because here we are, wondering and worrying like fuck, you chose the path of denial.
Denial of all those who care.

So please.
Please fucking go ahead and heed your 'bugle call'.
And no, I'm not trying to be a fuck-arse trying to proclaim the limitation of what an individual can or cannot do.
I'm not pissed at the 'sabbatical fucking leave'.
I'm just pissed by the way the how you took off.

"Guys I just need some time to myself. May be uncontactable for some time."
14 fucking words.
I didn't even add the 'Sorry' and the 'Bye'.
Is it that hard to even give your friends the heads up?
Oh wait, I forgot.
We ain't worth fuck shit.
Because real friends don't do this.
Because real friends may actually attempt to contact you in person to share news/updates with you.
Like for example, me actually calling you up to inform you of my change in status. Horny telling you in person that he's going to be a father. Jamesy meeting us up in person to say he was going overseas to further his studies.
Note the fucking trend.
If you can't see the trend, let me spell it out slowly for you.
We. Actually. Told. You. In. Person. Not. Letting. You. Know. Through. A. Fucking. Blog. Post.
Got it?

I hope you do.
Because I had enough of the nonsense.
You played hardball, I'll play your way, bitch.
I'm leaving you this blog post.
And you have 3 days.
3 fucking days. Savvy?

You have 3 days to contact me.
Via phone, sms, msn, email (home or office).
Not through a fucking blog post or a comment on my blog.
I want a sincere response.

If you want to carry on changing this way, go ahead.
But please don't impose your changed self on me.
Because I don't give a flying fuck.
Got it?

Oh, and between now and then, have a great fucking life...

Exhausted...

Thursday, September 17, 2009

I'm fucking exhausted of explaining everything to anyone and everyone over everything and anything.

If I choose to do it this way, it's because I've actually thought about it and I want to do it.


And that,
is my final answer.

Up and down, left right center...

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Things are just happening up down left right center.

I'm inclined to think that this is a sign from above.
To mind my own business.
Ride through this, and get prepared for more work.

Don't ask me about the part on work.
It just came up naturally...

Down...

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

Clack.
I held my head up high.
Clack.
My sight was straight.
Clack.
The poise of my steps were steady.
Clack.
Managed a grin about halfway through it all.

Clack.
Stop.
Start.

A verbatim of words was exchanged.

My walk back to the covert of my cubicle was less than certain.
The spring in my steps were strangely short.
The smile that was plastered to my face felt fake.

This is the time of the year.
The time of the year when the measure of a man is weighted.

Mine came up glaringly inferior.
Though I went in harbouring no illusions of grandeur, the fallacious assessment of my worth struck me to no end.

Humbled I was.
And to grin and bear it with stoic dignity (or what's left of it) called on my reserves of utter shamelessness.

No more.
No more I say.
No more can I accept this scathing blow without a nugget of resistance.

I swear.
I swear that the next time , things can and will only get better.

Just watch and see.

Right place. Wrong time...

Sunday, September 06, 2009

2 days ago...

Yz: "It's at Marsiling Sec, go check your email."

Me: "Okok, thanks will do"

Today, at around 12:42 pm...

Yz: "Why you never turn up?"

Me (thinking that they were already warming up): "Eh, I'm on the way."

Yz: "What on the way!? The match ended liao"

Me immediately whipped out the phone to call: "Isn't the match at 1???!?!?!"

Yz (shouting over the phone): "You COCK lah! I thought you will get the place wrong that's way I told you to check the email! You checked the place but you never check properly the time?! ARGH!!"

Me: "Fuck sia............."

Yz: "You can go back already lah..."

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Lesson learnt:
Always TRIPLE check the place, and most importantly, the TIME.