Missing You

Missing you – John Waite

Every time I think of you
I always catch my breath
And I’m still standing here
And you’re miles away
And I’m wondering why you left

And there’s a storm that’s raging
Through my frozen heart tonight

I hear your name in certain circles
And it always makes me smile
I spend my time
Thinking about you
And it’s almost driving me wild

And there’s a heart that’s breaking
Down this long distance line tonight

I ain’t missing you at all
Since you¹ve been gone
Away
I ain’t missing you
No matter
What I might say

There’s a message
In the wild
And I’m sending you this signal tonight

You don’t know
How desperate I’ve become
And it looks like I’m losing this fight

In your world
I have no meaning
Though I’m trying hard to understand

And it’s my heart that’s breaking
Down this long distance line tonight

I ain’t missing you at all
Since you’ve been gone
Away
I ain’t missing you
No matter
What my friends say

And there’s a message that I’m sending out
Like a telegraph to your soul
And if I can’t bridge this distance
Stop this heartbreak overload

I ain’t missing you at all
Since you’ve been gone
Away
I ain’t missing you
No matter
What my friends say

I ain’t missing you
I ain’t missing you
I keep lying to myself

And there’s a storm that’s raging
Through my frozen heart tonight

I ain’t missing you at all
Since you’ve been gone
Away
I ain’t missing you
No matter
What my friends say

Ain’t missing you
I ain’t missing you
I ain’t missing you
I keep lying to myself

Ain’t missing you
I ain’t missing you
I ain’t missing you
I ain’t missing you

I ain’t missing you
I ain’t missing you
Ain’t missing you
Oh no

No matter what my friends might say
I ain’t missing you

Mr. Maslow

Undergrads should know Maslow. His pyramid is quite famous. He was doing an assignment on that and he felt very very bored. So he did an analysis to find where exactly he is on the world famous pyramid. After 10 attempts, this is the result.

Don’t think he needs to explain what is 1, 2 and so on. Yeah.

Karl Marx said, “Religion is the opium of the people.” Cloudie agrees and adds, “And Love is the water of their lives.”

Emergency Lock?

He was taking the MRT today when he saw something strange.

This is the picture of the emergency mic button, if he is not wrong. According to the instructions, you are supposed to press it to talk to the train operator in times of emergency. Needless to say, misuse of this button will set your fortunes back by a hefty $5000.

Now comes the question, why is there a lock on the button? Okay… maybe the button is never locked. But why install a lock on something if it’s never locked? Hmm… okay so if it’s meant to be locked (at times or everytime), what happens if there really is an emergency? And the lock is not electronic! It’s the old, traditional key-and-lock kind of lock! Imagine this scenario: During an emergency, someone in the cabin needs the train to stop. Another person goes up to the button and tries to press on the dumb button, then curses its lock.

Emergency lock? He thinks it’s an oxymoron. Stupid SMRT. Sometimes the things people/organizations do makes totally no sense to him.

Interview

He went for his Industrial Attachment on friday, Mid-autumn’s day. After listening to a horror story (his friend miscalculated the date and didn’t go for his interview. Needless to say, he got turned away at the reception), he was filled with the tiniest bit of anxiousness. Ah… okae, more like a lot of anxiousness.

Anyway, HP has one of the nicest office he’s ever seen! Lots of security guards too. One of the reasons why he didn’t take photos to show. Hmm… The working environment looks relaxed though. He isn’t sure whether that was their regular office (they seem to own the whole Comtech building), but the small rooms were mostly dark. Most of the staff, it seemed, were milling around the corridors or chilling out in the big pantry. Well, all except the three women who interviewed him.

The interview was simple enough. One of them was the host; she tried to make everyone feel comfortable and relaxed. And she did lots of prompting too. Another was quite friendly, and quiet. Occasionally, she will pop a question or explain the jobscope and stuff. He decided that he like her most (and she looks vaguely familiar too).  The last one was way serious than her colleagues. The clearest thing he remembered about her was this dialogue:

“So are your projects conducted in groups or teams?”
“Yes.”
“So are you confident in working alone? Because you are required to work alone on this attachment.” (alone?! aren’t programmers supposed to work in teams?!)
“Of course. I’m prepared to take this up as a challenge.” (what other choice did he have?)
“You understand that your attachment will be graded by us?” (what is this? a threat?)

Other than that, and stupidly giving a dumb dumb answer to another question (“how long do you think you can program this system?” 1 to 1.5 months at most), the interview went relatively smooth. That’s what he thought anyway. However, he is unsure as to whether he wants to take up this (if given another choice).

Pluses:

• The office is so nice.
• Close to Queensway… can go shop or have nice meals after work.
• HP is a big name, looks nice on resume.
• The second interviewer looks really nice.
• It’s jobscope is programming.

Minuses:

• Its not exactly at Queensway, more like opposite the old SAJC.
• He has to work SOLO! What the hell?
• He just promised that he can do a stupid program for a system he barely knows in 2 months?
• He is the only person from NTU applying (so the host said).
• The pay is unknown.
• HP can be reached from his home easier than from hall. So he may have to leave hall?
• The third interviewer just threatened him???

But the choice now rests not with him, it rests with HP. His fate is literally in the hands of those 3 women. Booooo~ 

And why is the girl crying in the Celestial Diamond ad? She don’t look like she’s shedding tears of joy. She looks more forlorn to him. Then again, seeing can be believing and humans are mercurial after all.

Tainted Love

This song is quite old. Retro-esque. First heard it when Yinghao sent me his old “oldies” folder. Even then it was in a medley form, not really that nice. So it was during the Hall 8 Dinner and Dance that I heard the full song. The DJ’s “Ohhhh!” in accompaniment (that how you use the word?) with the song was so… Ummm… Anyhows, I fell in love with the song then.

So here it is…

Tainted Love – Soft Cell

Sometimes I feel I’ve got to…
Run away I’ve got to…
Get away…
From the pain that you drive into the heart of me
The love we share
Seems to go nowhere
And I’ve lost my light
For I toss and turn I can’t sleep at night

Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I’ll run from you
This tainted love you’ve given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that’s not nearly all
Oh…tainted love
Tainted love

Now I know I’ve got to
Run away I’ve got to
Get away
You don’t really want any more from me
To make things right
You need someone to hold you tight
And you think love is to pray
But I’m sorry I don’t pray that way

Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I’ll run from you
This tainted love you’ve given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that’s not nearly all
Oh…tainted love
Tainted love

Don’t touch me please
I cannot stand the way you tease
I love you though you hurt me so
Now I’m going to pack my things and go
Tainted love, tainted love
Tainted love, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love
Tainted love
Tainted love
Tainted love

black cloudie

Don’t really feel like blogging anymore.

-deleted-

Probably the last post in a while. Enjoy your life.

Funerals

Funerals are sad. But everyone probably knows it.

He attended a funeral yesterday, one of those traditional chinese kind. The deceased was a close family friend cum ex-neighbour. They didn’t really talk much throughout their lives due to the language barrier; He doesn’t speak fluent dialect. The only times they met after his grandpa died were the annual Chinese New Year visits.

Bemusing then why he felt so sad at the funeral yesterday. Maybe it was the sight of his wife (he is much closer to her actually). She seemed to be her usual self, but the eyes… the eyes were so different. He thought that she almost wept when she told him that she didn’t had the chance to be there at the last breath. Certainly, all her thoughts were still on her husband and she was still very much affected. She is a strong woman and he sincerely hopes she will stay strong.

Suddenly ran out of words…

So he’ll just end off with this:

Funerals are sad.

Scrubs

Side Note: He thinks that there is an American sitcom about interns in a hospital called Scrubs.

Anyway, today was a light and gay (happy not homo) day as compared to the stormy weekend that just ended. He drove all his Ikea purchases to hall and for the first time, his dad didn’t comment on his driving (except the parking in hall, but he wasn’t trying to park so that didn’t count). Then he spent 2 hours scrubbing, cleaning and tidying his room for his newly acquired furniture. The sense of achievement at the end was indescribable. Just wow.

There is a new black coffee table on a white rug (yes, he is aware that white items in hall get dirtied fast). There is a new quilt blanket too! No more “fur” dropping blankets for him. And the new blanket is so nice to cuddle in! And yes a confession: he is a cuddle person. He will take photos of the revamped room and post it here as soon as he has the mood and time. Slackers do things at their own pace and he has just joined the Super Slackers Club. Must play the part you know? Hahz~ Even though he is an expert slacker already.

Anyway, he had a little chat with Cass (Yang’s Cass) a while ago, before the Scrabble game with Beth. Things that happened over the weekend were mentioned and plenty of advice was kindly and gently pushed onto him. Actually he already know what needs to be done but sometimes one really needs a prod and a reminder. Maybe the way he put things is a little flawed. Hmmm…

Anyway, today is way better than the weekend. Pretty stormy weekend. One filled with disappointment, resentment, melancholy, confusion, guilt and finally, death. Yup, literally death. A much loved ex-neighbour cum family friend has just passed away a day ago. May his soul rest in peace.

Anyway, time to scrub the slate clean and start a fresh page with a high?

Bits and Pieces

He’d like to say a big “thank you” to all of you for showing him your concerns and showering him with words of warmth and encouragement. He will do his bestest to pick himself up and sort everything out as soon as possible. And like he had said during the disastrous (subjective) rally speech that he would not promise you things he cannot give, he will do it.

Because…

Eddie, Eddie. The best already.

Neverending Wait

He just felt like posting this. This is his first poem, written during his army days. No significance as to timing. He just wanted to start transferring his Fictionpress stuff over before he forgets his password again. Anyway…

Neverending Wait

There beneath the starlit sky,
upon grey grass you did lie.
Enthralled by the velvet night,
your eyes were lost in sea of lights.
Words you sang were soft and sweet,
yet a sadness tinged them deep;
For cruel gods have given thee
a hope, a love, never to be.

O maiden beneath unnumbered stars,
gracing the dark night everlast.
Lying upon soft grey grass,
there you clutched your aching heart.
Hidden behind a veil of lace,
tears streamed down your fair white face.
Sighing as you tossed and turned
waiting in vain for his return.

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