The worker bees in our little commune,
Everyone is just a slave for one another.
It all goes in a circle. And yet, all still bows down to the grim reaper.
when they would be sleeping 5ft under.
Volume 3: Worker Bees
A plump size lady, earphones plugged in, oblivious to the outside world as she squeeze herself into the bus every morning.
Ignoring the scorns and leers of the other people, she shove her enormous self up into the bus, whilst eyes glued into her minature tv holding by her giant hands.
There she go, numbing herself for months. She know she wasn't born pretty and she'd already learn to numb herself in many ways since young,
no thaunts and leers could get through her ears while she lived in her happy world.
Commiting herself to this daily routine, working in the backlines, oblivious to politics, she likes things in order, in control.
Simplicity, Single, Happy.
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His sling bag slides lazily as he walks, newspaper held between his armpits, fingers pressing violently on the buttons of the controls as he's trying to beat his new highscore.
Who would have known his existence? He quietly sneak into a seat on the bus and just played on.
Not a social butterfly since young, he always envy those who stands out.
But never did, not when his brighter sister is in the spotlight amongst his family.
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Hair combed back, suave, he could pass off as a model. His eyes could charmed you and guys swarm to him listening to his "bed"-time stories. He had a scandal with almost any other female in the office and the female boss loves him.
Charming eyes, narcissistic smiles, he spends most of his time in social media than work, yet it's his face that gives him credit for. His ill gotten promotion started tongues wagging behind his back, so is his crazy party life. Girls threw themselves onto him, and he threw them off after using them. After a crazy day at work, there he was, only with his solitude in his elevator on his way home.
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He woke up on the dot everyday, preparing himself, making sure he didn't miss out anything before he hastily left the house. Why is he always late even when he set the alarm up early?
A typical JC-uni graduate, he spent most of his lives facing books, rather than talking to people.
The marks wars taught him how to go solo, and little did he realize, that socializing is just as important as studying. He would missed out every one meeting from his old friends, and confine himself in the comforts of his room, mugging aggressively, as if building stockpile for the war.
And yet as prepare he was, he was unprepared during the many interviews.
It was only one company that took him in, offering a measly 1.7k for his degree, yet he have no choice but to take it anyway. Yet he was given tons of work, and ad hoc errands.
It's always so difficult to please his boss.
Didn't father and mother say all will be well if we get good grades?
Why school didn't teach us how to please the boss?
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Shaking her legs on a high stool whilst watching her favourite movie on funshion, you could definitely felt her annoyance in her "WHAT?" when u asked her a question. Sitting by the push cart, watching shows just so time can pass faster. With just an o level cert and an abortion experience under her belt, there's nothing much less she can do besides posting cleavage photos in her instagram. Her tribal rose tattoo engraved behind her back after her first serious boyfriend left her gave her nothing but pain. Moving on, the guys she met are all jerks, and yet she fall for the same trick, again and again, until her recent abortion.
Yet she seek comfort from the rose, strong, sturdy, protecting itself from outsiders with her little thorns.
Who would know of her stories?
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"Bye!" He wave goodbye to his fellow cliques before departing. He just can't wait to get home to catch the latest episode of one piece. Opening his manga app the moment he's alone, he continue from where he'd left off in his manga. Working in the IT sector, he was cut off from feminine contact right after his poly days, much less in Army which comes right after that. After nicking 5 years off and working in the it sector, he faces the least human contact and only interacts with gadgets and such. His little tech buddies are much less the same and it's always talks about anime, games or the upcoming geek movies that's going to be up.
Back into his room after work, with his babe posters staring back at him, he heaved a sigh, not knowing how else to get out of his life.
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She woke up every morning, before lazing in bed with alittle snooze boost before dragging herself out of bed. Work yet again. The women in the mirror gave her strength, when she looked at herself, dolling up, carefully planting her make up. She could easily sneak into the bunches of typical OLs, yet not one knows how hard she work everyday. Entertaining clients, entertaining bosses, putting bread on the table. It's alittle too young to be talking about money, but as the eldest of the lot, she chose to give up her uni dreams so as to gel the household.
Alone, she felt. Distant, from her boyfriend. The long relationship falter as they were worlds apart. Plunging into self sabotage, he is as just as helpless as she herself is. Like they're between a glass wall. Yet, their hands connect in between the panels, smiling to each other.
"i love you.." he whispered,
"& i always will" he said, as tears stream down his face.
her other hand clenched tightly, hating how destiny have woven.. yet, unregretful for the beautiful love.
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the baby's cries sounded like a siren amongst the house. She woke up with a jolt, not even glacing at the clock which shows 4am before tending to the baby. It was before she know it, when her actual 5.30 alarm sounded. Her husband still sleeping soundly opened his eyes lazily before dragging his feet up. As if on auto pilot after the usual morning greetings, the couple shuffled their feet, as if in sync, with each tending to their own business, not even crossing the each other's path. This smooth transition brings them back to the dining table when they have their dinner the night before. A simple french toast with eggs, he held the bread while position himself to face the TV, when it beamed to live, showing channel news asia.
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the door bell rings-
"here comes the baby sitter" he said as she did his tie and he tided up her clothes, & clipped her hair. They looked at each other deep in the eyes when the knocking broke off their eye contact.
It's time to wake up.
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He closed his eyes in annoyance when he heard that familiar beep just as he drove pass the ERP. It seems like the ERP would never miss him out. He clenched tightly onto his steering wheels in frustration as he was reminded to top up his cash card by the card reader.
"top up again, how dare they?" yet he can do nothing about it.
Helpless, bounded by the income ceiling, he could no longer get out of the middle class household.
His heavy bank loan in his 4-room flat took a huge toll on him and he could not think of any practical idea than to work his ass off.
He opened his letter box, and cursed again as he draw out the usual telco bills.
The kids turned up their head to the familiar faces when they head the metal door cranked open.
Running up to her father, she exclaimed "Papa wo jin tian de ting xie na yi bai fen! ni jiang yao mai wan ju gei wo de!"
"oh, fuck me."
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