From 2010 to 2011
Or maybe I should say, from 2000 to 2011. A decade. It's been more than six months since I last wrote anything on this blog. The past six months just flew passed. 2010 has been a memorable and exciting year. From Winter Olympics to World Cup 2010, 1st Youth Olympics Games, to a short stinct in SSC and to missing out Commonwealth Games and then to Guangzhou for Asian Games, and I wrapped up the year with a mini David Tao concert at the Countdown 2011 at Marina Bay.
The past year has not been without its heartbreak. I could distinctly remember drinking myself to sleep at night during the Chinese New Year period, and drowning myself in coffee to stay awake at work. If not for the Winter Olympics, I wouldn't know how I could survive.
Plus I was suspended from the uni for a period of time due to suspicious of plagiarism. It was hell. But when God closed the door on you, He will open a window for you. Sleague started and I learned to go with the flow of things.
The bunch of kids from Okto Live Season 2 formed firm friendships with me. They looked up to me, and I hope I didn't disappoint them. When I told them I wasn't that great, one of them said no. I thought they over-rated me. But their conclusion was, I under-rate myself.
Soon came the appointment to do World Cup 2010, Wimbledon, Formula 1 and not forgetting having to reject offers to do YOG with OBS instead of my beloved Dog. Yes, it's a love-hate relationship. It's been 8 years.
YOG marked my first time as a director on panel for major games. Something that I wanted to do for as long as I could remember. Things didn't go as smoothly at the beginning. I broke down after Day 1. My car battery went flat before the Games even started. Couldn't take the amount of responsibilities that rested on my shoulders. But I managed to plough through it, with help and encouragement from all the friends who never deserted even in times of difficulties. New friendships were formed, and bonds strengthened. Aunty Wendy was right. She said things can only go up since I'm at the bottom-most level.
Taking on the job in the government sector was perhaps the biggest thing that happened to me in 2010. The monentary incentive blinded me. Not having stable income have crept into me. Just three weeks into the job, I started suffering from depression. I started crying one night for no reason, and every night, I would cry myself to sleep. The ultimatum came when I started crying as I drove to work. I realised, I was not cut out for this at all. I miss the running about, the adrenaline pumping work even though it made my blood pressure sky-high.
The decision to leave wasn't easy. There were a lot of people to pacify and plenty of explanations to be done. For the sake of my sanity, I had to go. By then, it was November already. Everything then happened so quickly, I didn't even have time to react.
Luggage was packed for Guangzhou, and plans were made to have a short holiday in Hong Kong and Macau, and maybe Vietnam. I thought I won't even being seeing you until 2011. Why did you have to behave like you couldn't bear to let me go? You had to see me even the night before my flight. And I thought, maybe something could be happening. A tiny flicker of hope light up inside me.
Guangzhou Asian Games, at times felt like serving a prison sentence. We were at place inside the Media Village/IBC. There were no need for security checks unlike other Games I went to. But I quickly settled down into a routine, and perhaps was leading a very healthy lifestyle there, minus the regular exercise. It was a fantastic experience, though I suffered from my post Games syndrome, as usual. I was officially declared jobless. Accepted a two-week Netball job for December, I thought I would concentrate on my dissertation, finish it once and for all and God will show me the way.
A different mentality for being an AP and Producer at Games. Somehow, you can't do certain things anymore and with greater power, comes greater responsibility. This I finally tasted it, first-hand.
Three weeks passed, and I was on my way to Hong Kong. Eat, shop and walk....a lot. Then I was home, and I jumped straight into work for almost three weeks. We couldn't meet. Then I sprained my back. It was two months before we finally see each other. But somehow, things changed. My sixth sense told me there was someone else. How could things changed in two months? I asked myself.
David Tao's songs sent memories crashing. I realised I finally let go of Painter's ghost. But now, I have another ghost to exorcise. Maybe these things do become easier with age. This time, I didn't cry, unlike the Chinese New Year period, though sleep still took time to come every night.
I always have songs for every special person in my life. If Painter's 就是爱你, then yours is 天天.
I once said, Painter will have a special place in my heart. So do you.....
The past year has not been without its heartbreak. I could distinctly remember drinking myself to sleep at night during the Chinese New Year period, and drowning myself in coffee to stay awake at work. If not for the Winter Olympics, I wouldn't know how I could survive.
Plus I was suspended from the uni for a period of time due to suspicious of plagiarism. It was hell. But when God closed the door on you, He will open a window for you. Sleague started and I learned to go with the flow of things.
The bunch of kids from Okto Live Season 2 formed firm friendships with me. They looked up to me, and I hope I didn't disappoint them. When I told them I wasn't that great, one of them said no. I thought they over-rated me. But their conclusion was, I under-rate myself.
Soon came the appointment to do World Cup 2010, Wimbledon, Formula 1 and not forgetting having to reject offers to do YOG with OBS instead of my beloved Dog. Yes, it's a love-hate relationship. It's been 8 years.
YOG marked my first time as a director on panel for major games. Something that I wanted to do for as long as I could remember. Things didn't go as smoothly at the beginning. I broke down after Day 1. My car battery went flat before the Games even started. Couldn't take the amount of responsibilities that rested on my shoulders. But I managed to plough through it, with help and encouragement from all the friends who never deserted even in times of difficulties. New friendships were formed, and bonds strengthened. Aunty Wendy was right. She said things can only go up since I'm at the bottom-most level.
Taking on the job in the government sector was perhaps the biggest thing that happened to me in 2010. The monentary incentive blinded me. Not having stable income have crept into me. Just three weeks into the job, I started suffering from depression. I started crying one night for no reason, and every night, I would cry myself to sleep. The ultimatum came when I started crying as I drove to work. I realised, I was not cut out for this at all. I miss the running about, the adrenaline pumping work even though it made my blood pressure sky-high.
The decision to leave wasn't easy. There were a lot of people to pacify and plenty of explanations to be done. For the sake of my sanity, I had to go. By then, it was November already. Everything then happened so quickly, I didn't even have time to react.
Luggage was packed for Guangzhou, and plans were made to have a short holiday in Hong Kong and Macau, and maybe Vietnam. I thought I won't even being seeing you until 2011. Why did you have to behave like you couldn't bear to let me go? You had to see me even the night before my flight. And I thought, maybe something could be happening. A tiny flicker of hope light up inside me.
Guangzhou Asian Games, at times felt like serving a prison sentence. We were at place inside the Media Village/IBC. There were no need for security checks unlike other Games I went to. But I quickly settled down into a routine, and perhaps was leading a very healthy lifestyle there, minus the regular exercise. It was a fantastic experience, though I suffered from my post Games syndrome, as usual. I was officially declared jobless. Accepted a two-week Netball job for December, I thought I would concentrate on my dissertation, finish it once and for all and God will show me the way.
A different mentality for being an AP and Producer at Games. Somehow, you can't do certain things anymore and with greater power, comes greater responsibility. This I finally tasted it, first-hand.
Three weeks passed, and I was on my way to Hong Kong. Eat, shop and walk....a lot. Then I was home, and I jumped straight into work for almost three weeks. We couldn't meet. Then I sprained my back. It was two months before we finally see each other. But somehow, things changed. My sixth sense told me there was someone else. How could things changed in two months? I asked myself.
David Tao's songs sent memories crashing. I realised I finally let go of Painter's ghost. But now, I have another ghost to exorcise. Maybe these things do become easier with age. This time, I didn't cry, unlike the Chinese New Year period, though sleep still took time to come every night.
I always have songs for every special person in my life. If Painter's 就是爱你, then yours is 天天.
I once said, Painter will have a special place in my heart. So do you.....
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Wednesday, January 05, 2011
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