another day in jacket

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Sat, 29 Dec 2007 16:47:33 GMT

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Wonderwall

Mon, 26 Nov 2007 18:29:05 GMT

Today is today.
Tomorrow is tomorrow.
Yesterday is not tomorrow.

Tomorrow comes today.

Question:
(1)
If a man grow very very very damn extremely unbelievably tall, what will happen?
Ans: he will hit the ceiling.

(2)
If a very very very extremely unbelievably hunchback man grow very very very damn extremely unbelievably tall, what will happen?
Ans: He will either (1) hit the ceiling or (2) hit the wall.

The Pencil.

Tue, 13 Nov 2007 15:32:11 GMT

Today I going to delivered a story which happened during my teaching in Malaysia.

A girl in my class who I dunno what her name is--- cried.

Me:" why you cry"
Girl:" My pencil is blunt"
Me:" Aiyo, it is just a pencil what, small problem, hush hush, dun cry, I lent you mine."

Then I brought her a sharpened 2b pencil

Girl still cry.
She is not taking.
And continue to cry.

Me:" Hey hey, what wrong's now?"
Girl:" My mum said we cant take others people belongings."

me:"......"

me:"....."

me again:"......"

U only type subject when u know what you are saying inside your blog

Tue, 13 Nov 2007 15:07:09 GMT

Yo, and nothing else matter

dunno la

Wed, 31 Oct 2007 13:20:29 GMT

Today, I tell people about my blog address.....shy.

lalalala, nothing special, for the leadership course, haiz, forget it, just get over it.

Am i a irresponsible blogger? write so little.
Okay next time writes more.

Sun, 21 Oct 2007 09:37:24 GMT

The wooden mannequin

It was a midnight with unfinished works, I have became a drudge since April. The client will be reviewing his animation by tomorrow, I must perk up now and finish the rest. Others have gone back, left me alone in the office. But, I don’t feel lonely. My little mannequin will always stay by my side.

With this 7 inch little cutie companion, I carry on my heavy task and fight against the relentless time. Stared at the monitor continuously was irritating and irritating, my eyes could not stand the sore anymore. It kept sending out a signal to tell me that it is resting hour.

The night went on, I tried to keep myself alert, but my physical clock didn’t allow me to do that. So, I dozed off and woke up, woke up and doze off. Like a repetitive cycle. Suddenly, I heard some whispery, it was weak but clear. With suspicion, I started to sweep my eyes on every corner of the office, seeking out the source of the noise.

It sound like someone was talking to me, but it was too soft that I need to stretch my ear so hard until I could hear some pitch. All of a sudden, the sound amplified, and blasted my ear.

“HEY!!!!!!!”

“Arghhhh!!!!”, I widened my mouth, shout like I never before. In that milisecond, I jerked my head up, fling my hair, covered my body with hands, and fallback onto my seat. That was intimidating, the sound is throaty, harsh, and penetrating. My eyes immediately swift onto the little mannequin that sit on the partition that was in front of me. I am still skeptical about what has happened, so I fixed my eye onto the mannequin face, waiting patiently for another sound.

“You can hear me…..”, the mannequin speak softly, but still throaty.

“..YAaa..ya..a.., are you ..ta..talking to me?”, my voice trembling, my body was shivering and quivering. I tried to suppress my fear and pretend to be calm.

Okay, this dull, obsolete, and full of grammar mistake story will be ended here. Feel free to correct my sentence. Lalalalalalalalalalala, next post will be coming soon.

Tue, 16 Oct 2007 19:07:41 GMT

Today is not so busy because george haven't brief us on what is the next thing

Thu, 11 Oct 2007 16:21:24 GMT

After much struggling of whether I should write blog or not, I had decided to write it out as a vent of frustration. High probability that I will change my purpose of writing later.
I shall start my story now.
    Lately, I have tremendous change in my living environment. After graduated from my reminiscent high school, I exported myself into Singapore- A fast-pace environment. (What a conventional way of introducing myself, hate it. Alright, be controlled). This seem like not big deal because tons of us, i mean Malaysian, is study here. But unlike others, I am so stressful after I have started my living here. For your information, my english can be described in one short, succint and often-used word--- sucks, or maybe two words--very suck. Either spoken or written. Especially for the writing part, it was like a handicap of me. I can't organize writing well, both chinese and english. I am the kind of person who is poor in logic thinking and any other aspect which can be related to intellectual, such as analysis , observation, synthesize information etc.
    This was like a obstacle to me, and I have been evading from clashing face on face with it. But now time has change. I cannot rest in my cocoon like i did in high school anymore. In here, we are demanded to do paper work. To the others, it is trivia. But to me, it is nightmare, drudgery and frustration.
    I think i shall end here. Biological clock is ringing. I shall shift my glance to bed now. Who care where u stop ur story, u dun't even have a reader.