Was almost going to start off with, so what did I do during lunch yesterday? Could only remember the dinner part vividly, thanks (and no thanks) to certain smokers who blew out so much smoke at my face that I was just plain irritated, not to mention one of them harping on and on about a few of us not ordering alcoholic drinks. And frankly, there were better things to do, like meeting up with Ciyao, or clearing more work before CNY, but no, according to another pupil, we ought to socialise with our colleagues (Would they be my colleagues in the first place?)
Oh well, the point is more of, like what Mrs Lim Gam Hing said today, (this is my translation again, obviously. There's no way a Chinese teacher would start speaking to me in English lahz) it's just like being pushed on in a vast sea. "Entertaining", "giving face" is all but common. As what Mrs Lim Gam Hing aptly pointed out again, colleagues are just colleagues, not friend. You do have to maintain a cordial relationship with them, but in the end, they are not friends.
How true is that?
Long long time ago, I used to believe that colleagues can be friends, or rather, anyone can be. But you know what people say about the friends made when young are the true-st of all simply cause you were more innocent? There's no need to worry about stabbings, double-faced at all, cause a child's mind is so simple to be indulging in such complex stuff.
Which brings to mind a certain Mr SR at work. If I knew he would get into the (big-deal) list, I would have worked way harder, just so that he would be less arrogant and irritating. But as what one of the girls (or was it a guy) mentioned, working with this Mr SR means one has to be careful of his stabbings which should be a common, to say the least, weekly staple.
Not that I'm not as hateful either. In fact, I don't profess to be free of being a fake person either. Over this half plus years, I realised I've become more wary of the people around me, particularly what they call "my colleagues" (as in, in general everyone in the same job). There are too many things that should be left unsaid. That was why when one of the smses I received had the phrase "Can you trust me?" in the midst, it set me thinking. Do I, or would I really want to trust the person, who by the way falls within the category of "colleagues" too? Much as my lately-awfully-inaccurate sixth sense said I could, but I just couldn't come to a conclusion. As what Mrs Lim said today (yes, again) sometimes it's the friends you've trusted most who can hurt you most. Call me petty but yes, I've learnt that lesson the hard way. Not that the person whose sms set me thinking about all the newer friendships I've made in the later part of last year especially would read this (don't ask me whether I'll spread the blog again since bad habits die hard) but, should I trust you? Or the other new friends?
Of course, seeing the number of Mrs Lim Gam Hing's quotes in today's entry, it's not too difficult to guess that I dropped by CHIJ (Ponggol), oops, I mean CHIJ (Our Lady of Nativity) again today. With Jo!! It's been a while since I've last seen her, the last time was perhaps during Pr 6 Love class gathering huh? And even then, we didn't exactly get to talk much. This time round, with only the two of us, much more experiences and thoughts were exchanged, particularly as she gave me a lift to work. The feeling was just so comfortable and so much like the old times, especially when we went past RGS too. So much so that it didn't matter that I would be an hour or so late or that the partners would already be there by the time I got there. It really didn't matter that much.
Perhaps that's just the irrational me valuing priceless (at least to me) close friendship above others.
I've meant to drop by Ms Too's place to deliver the card too, but the sister who picked up the call said she's back in Malaysia. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to post it.
But it allowed me to drop by Mdm Kok's place earlier too. She looked slightly different from the scarily fierce Chinese teacher who first taught Primary 5 Love, though she's still as cheerful and optimistic. Yet, somehow beneath that cheery voice, why do I detect a tinge of loneliness too? I wonder if it's just me...
Further note: Talk about no memory. I started off this entry wanting to thank a certain guy for agreeing to keep me company at the swings and asking me repeated times though each time I couldn't make it. He was even nice enough to agree to my not-serious request about the playgrounds near my place. Thanks, yahz?
