23:59 / 9:27 PM

[ 23: 59 ]

First thing first, here's a little warning..^^ The following short story may be quite a depressing read.. If you're in one of your worse moods, maybe you shldn't read nw.. Heheh.. *tiny whisper* This is written by me btw~ X)


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23:59.

1 second away from midnight.

The time when the remaining few workers in the office would finally call it a day, and leave the office building to head home.

This was however, the time when Mr Lee's day would begin.

Attired in his watchman uniform, Mr Lee's duty was to keep the DBS building premises intruder-free. The torchlight and the small handgun were items he always carried along - essential as a stethoscope is to a doctor.

Mr Lee's night shift always began before midnight. Therefore, tonight was no exception as he once again started the long walk down the corridors.

Thud. Thud. Thud...

He only had the sound of his footsteps for company.

But no worries. He wasn't one who was scared easily.

Mr Lee came to the door of a lift, and he rode it to the highest floor as a habit. Then, he would begin his patrol right down to the first floor.

" Ding! " The lift announced its arrival at the top storey, and Mr Lee stepped out.

Thud. Thud. Thud...

He soon reached the first place he would stop by every night - the Admin Department.

Mr Lee grabbed hold of the cold metallic handle on the glass door before him and pulled.

Numerous rows of grey office desks greeted him in the silence.

He marvelled at the area of vastness the grey desks covered though he had taken in this sight every other night.

Then, beyond the will of Mr Lee, the scene slowly transformed...

The office desks became reduced to the desks of a typical classroom setting. Mr Lee saw himself as the bright-eyed schoolboy back then.

He visualized himself standing up next at the teacher's call, holding a fragile essay paper in his hands.

" David, would you like to read out your essay to the class? "

Young David had taken a deep breath although he had not been the least bit nervous, after which he proceeded to read.

" My ambition, is to become a great hero. If I become a doctor, I want to save many lives. If I become an army general, I want to win victories for my country. I want to help many people, and I also want to become successful and famous... "

The applause from his young classmates could then be heard faintly in the background but it was cut off suddenly.

The overwhelming silence returned instead...

Mr Lee looked around him and saw the original office desks in view again, so he locked up the Admin office as he was supposed to, before continuing on his way.

Thud. Thud. Thud...

When Mr Lee had finally patrolled all 12 floors, his job was considered done.

All he had to do now was to sit in the security room and keep an eye on those CCTV screens.

Mr Lee turned on those screens on entering the security room. They flickered to life. That contrasted with the surrounding atmosphere which was ever so still.

Upon fixing himself a cup of black coffee, Mr Lee settled down into his old chair.

He took a sip of the coffee, and placed his cup back down while staring at the screens in front of him.

Next he switched on the portable radio which he always kept in the room, and the rich voice of Teresa Teng filled the air.

Mr Lee took a minute to wonder if he was imagining it, or did the sentimental song sound even more depressing tonight.

Mr Lee's thoughts then drifted off, as he fixed his eyes onto his cup and the blackness of the coffee in its depths...

Will 24:00 come?

Only then, will a new day really begin...

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There you go.. Was I right to say this wld be depressing? Hehx.. The above story is an idea that came to me becoz of the title "23:59".. Actually there was this competition to write a short story based on this title larhs, but I din get in time to try and it wld have been hard anyway, coz muz sms the story and in chinese sumore..>_<

The story's dark right.. I'm up for angst anytime! Haha.. But I muz say tt I dun have such a dark view abt life in general.. I still believe as long as a person works for it, there is a great chance of success! Cheers!

Still, hope this was good to read? *cross fingers* Comments are welcomed! Ah.. Wait until I put up a tagboard first arh..*sticks out tongue*

write about yourself here like how you lived through a crisis like the morrocian crisis. erps, have you studied about that before and about your test, how easy it is and how much confidence you have to pass and get all A1s for all subjects, add in your own wish here, and what you would do if target is not reached, like slash your wrist, eat many many painkiller pills at one shot and die. lol it's suicidal thoughts. stay away from that. but you need to enter a reality, everyone's doing that- it's the trend, so why not follow it. unless you want to be an odd one out. cause slashing wrist is soo common in girls school not in boys school. boys suicide, just like die gracefully from 30th storey, just look on the bright side, maybe you have lived in a lie too long and so you have found out the turth now, just think. optimist wins. you have entered into a world of reality



We know life's hard, truth is hard, lies are hard, they are all hard to accept when they have been found out, and i'm rushing history homework on the Abyissian Crisis about Italy and Abyssia going into war and that the League Of Nations cannot stop this from happening, and beacuse they are formed by means to stop war and peace-keep the countries together, they have thus failed to achieve that. I think i tend to hold a class for history instead of telling you about me, i'm basically a what subject-realted lover (humanities) and thus I am more analytical and critical about things, and likes to study about dead people, haha. lol. it's history what can you expect and also geography, it amazes me. I really like it alot, so what have you? Again to find this answer you need to enter into your own reality and reflect




it's amazing. amzing how people change the way of things, like how I used to hate outdoors in Band felt it was a complete waste of time, i've acquired to like it more, i guess people change, their thereotical means and applications in life just goes on into a new direction, and see things in another perspective, i guess- it's all in the mind. It really amazes me how these comes into action, from someone so pessimistic has changed his own view of things, and thus my friend is scoring much better, being more optimisitc and not think of his old way of suicidal thoughts, which are pretty daunting. and thus we need to see things, in another light, another perspective and another new way, to enable us to open up our minds, and make more new things, the new way it is. done with the old back with the new

i've hiatus-ed.

23:59 / 9:27 PM

[ 23: 59 ]

First thing first, here's a little warning..^^ The following short story may be quite a depressing read.. If you're in one of your worse moods, maybe you shldn't read nw.. Heheh.. *tiny whisper* This is written by me btw~ X)


-+-+-+-+-+-

23:59.

1 second away from midnight.

The time when the remaining few workers in the office would finally call it a day, and leave the office building to head home.

This was however, the time when Mr Lee's day would begin.

Attired in his watchman uniform, Mr Lee's duty was to keep the DBS building premises intruder-free. The torchlight and the small handgun were items he always carried along - essential as a stethoscope is to a doctor.

Mr Lee's night shift always began before midnight. Therefore, tonight was no exception as he once again started the long walk down the corridors.

Thud. Thud. Thud...

He only had the sound of his footsteps for company.

But no worries. He wasn't one who was scared easily.

Mr Lee came to the door of a lift, and he rode it to the highest floor as a habit. Then, he would begin his patrol right down to the first floor.

" Ding! " The lift announced its arrival at the top storey, and Mr Lee stepped out.

Thud. Thud. Thud...

He soon reached the first place he would stop by every night - the Admin Department.

Mr Lee grabbed hold of the cold metallic handle on the glass door before him and pulled.

Numerous rows of grey office desks greeted him in the silence.

He marvelled at the area of vastness the grey desks covered though he had taken in this sight every other night.

Then, beyond the will of Mr Lee, the scene slowly transformed...

The office desks became reduced to the desks of a typical classroom setting. Mr Lee saw himself as the bright-eyed schoolboy back then.

He visualized himself standing up next at the teacher's call, holding a fragile essay paper in his hands.

" David, would you like to read out your essay to the class? "

Young David had taken a deep breath although he had not been the least bit nervous, after which he proceeded to read.

" My ambition, is to become a great hero. If I become a doctor, I want to save many lives. If I become an army general, I want to win victories for my country. I want to help many people, and I also want to become successful and famous... "

The applause from his young classmates could then be heard faintly in the background but it was cut off suddenly.

The overwhelming silence returned instead...

Mr Lee looked around him and saw the original office desks in view again, so he locked up the Admin office as he was supposed to, before continuing on his way.

Thud. Thud. Thud...

When Mr Lee had finally patrolled all 12 floors, his job was considered done.

All he had to do now was to sit in the security room and keep an eye on those CCTV screens.

Mr Lee turned on those screens on entering the security room. They flickered to life. That contrasted with the surrounding atmosphere which was ever so still.

Upon fixing himself a cup of black coffee, Mr Lee settled down into his old chair.

He took a sip of the coffee, and placed his cup back down while staring at the screens in front of him.

Next he switched on the portable radio which he always kept in the room, and the rich voice of Teresa Teng filled the air.

Mr Lee took a minute to wonder if he was imagining it, or did the sentimental song sound even more depressing tonight.

Mr Lee's thoughts then drifted off, as he fixed his eyes onto his cup and the blackness of the coffee in its depths...

Will 24:00 come?

Only then, will a new day really begin...

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There you go.. Was I right to say this wld be depressing? Hehx.. The above story is an idea that came to me becoz of the title "23:59".. Actually there was this competition to write a short story based on this title larhs, but I din get in time to try and it wld have been hard anyway, coz muz sms the story and in chinese sumore..>_<

The story's dark right.. I'm up for angst anytime! Haha.. But I muz say tt I dun have such a dark view abt life in general.. I still believe as long as a person works for it, there is a great chance of success! Cheers!

Still, hope this was good to read? *cross fingers* Comments are welcomed! Ah.. Wait until I put up a tagboard first arh..*sticks out tongue*