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yongqiang/James/刀疤强
230485 Taurus
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>>looking.forward..*

090907 - ORD
driving license
getting a job
degree study


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Adobe Photoshop 7.0

Room//Wednesday, August 24, 2005//11:23 PM


Suddenly the feeling of writing something came to me, inspirations so to speak, so here you have it.

Let's start from small scale. I have always wanted a room of mine, the perfect dream room. Since small, i love wooden things. It's just so close to nature. One of my friends has a small entertainment room where the floor is paved with wooden planks, it is so so like a japanese room.

Next up, the bed. I don't like high high beds when the moment u drop from the bed, you wake the whole family with earth-shattering noises. Just knee high would be the best and safest height for me. It's to ensure that when i jump on the bed, i won't suffer internal injuries. The material of the bed is equally important. It should be made from silk (woohooo~~~ cosy). I'm sure i will have good night sleeps everynight.

Next in line would be the things in the room. Television is very important. Cable TV programs is also very important (ever since my family subscribe to cable tv, im sucked to it). A game console would be a necessity, if not that would a waste of the TV as well.=X Anyways, PS3 or the future console sets would be terrific. TERRIFICO~~~

Coming up after the TV would be a PC. Important. Reason being its part of my life to get online, even risking the high high electricity bills (See you people, must thank me for escalating my electric bills for you all). NEXT~

Fridge. I have always been wanting to put a fridge in my room. The thought of having a fridge in the room would mean that i can just walk a few steps and get whatever i want to stuff my mouth (wooohoooo~~~).

Practically, my room would automatically transform into a mini hut of mine. The thought of having such a room would be the best gift in the world (hint number 1 =X).

Other things that should not be in my room would be other necessities like pool table(hint number 2 =X) with the necessary equipments to play a proper pool game (hint number 3 =X).

That's all for now, maybe i will get on the the dream living room or kitchen or whatever is necessary to build my dream home. MAYBE i will not. Til next time.


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Foreigners//Saturday, August 20, 2005//11:27 PM


Just a little conversation from the game i play.

deeznutz: ok what does ahhh metz ahh me daaaahd
deeznutz: mean
deeznutz: and have you taken a moment to look at the README?
deeznutz: i cant decode that, written by a slanteye im sure
deeznutz: when will carom3d demolish and start over from scratch?
deeznutz: the whole layout of this game is stupid
deeznutz: have fun playing a retarded game, newbies
deeznutz: bye
exodus: yr a dumbo to be even in this game complaining all over abt this game.

After sharing my piece of mind with this fellow, i changed 'lobby'(described by the game developers). And here comes that fellow with a private message yada-yada-yada. Cursing and swearing with bad english and spelling, ending off with a 'UAUAHAHUAHUAHUAHUAUHA', which i guess is his strange laughter-_-. Anyways, to end of this blog entry, some foreigners,not targetting at foreigners but particularly at this fellow, shouldn't be in the game just to complain and humiliate the game. This in turn would cause himself to be public enemy of people like...me. And this fellow sure has a hysterical laughter.
UHAUHAUHAUHAUHA~~~


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Weeks worth of information//Friday, August 12, 2005//1:54 AM


Been weeks since i posted. But if you faithfully follow up, good for you because i posted 1 now.

After the exams, i wasted a month playing games, going out and doing nothing beneficial to me. But i did attempt to find a job by going to K*lly S*rvic*s for some glimpse of hope. They did call me up, giving me frontdesk job. Imagine me working frontdesk, 99% impossible.

Then 1 of my kind friends, Br*d, told me about his job at HSB* doing data entry. He's been trying to get me into the company since holidays begin. I tried, and i tried, and i tried, and i tried (vicious cycle-_-), until 1 fine morning the lady from K*lly S*rvic*s called me up and gave me that job. That marks the beginning of the end...

I got to start work the next day i received the call. Damn it was crazy adjusting my sleeping time from 4am to 12am in 1 night-_-. The next day i reported before the time i was supposed to reach(Note: I'm early that day) and waited for the supervisor to reach. She came and briefed about the rules and talk trash. Being the sly me i listened for a while i lost my focus, seeing double vision-_-. And she goes on, and on, and on, and into the room to start work. I got the data entry section which was alright, nothing tough, nothing crazy. Plain old ctrl+c, ctrl+v, ctrl+a etc. And the supervisor started her nonsense as the day goes by and hatred began to brew within me. She is bloo*y noisy-_-. And as the day goes by, i began to ignore her, and started a project, project name: Fan Qing Fu Ming. I plugged on my mp3 in her face, and she didn't make a comment. I couldn't hear what she was trying to say to me as i was listening to music, and i pulled out the earphone in her face. The feeling of overthrowing her was...kinda sweet~~~ This project only started after i told her i will be leaving 2 weeks from the day i tender my resignation. Coincidentally, 4 other people are leaving(PS: 1 of them was psychoed to quit a week later =X), a very heavy blow to her i would say. But well, all things end at some point of time, blame it on her poor management. Thus, the 5 of us happily went off on that day~~~

Emotional para:
Many things happened within the few months after my exams. My emotions got me and i was feeling kinda upside down, inside out. I was in a mess i would say. I'm still trying to get my feelings sorted out and lucky to say, 80% got fixed. On that last day, emotions got me and i was feeling kinda attached to the people there. I did learn somethings about how b*nks operate and how to live my life. The memories there made a mark in my brain and will not be forgotten. The fun, the commotions, the shoutings, all of it is worth storing it.

Its been 6 days since i quit and im pretty enjoying this life, no need to wake up at 715am and make my way to work, and most importantly, no more routine stuff. Til just now, my friend ask me to go back to HSB* to work upon the request of the supervisor. No way am i going back there! I rather live my a life a slacker before going NS than working back there! But its easy money there, except the bearing of nonsense from the supervisor.

So now, im preparing myself for NS. BUT, I'm lazy to run. I only did some pushups and situps at home, I'm like a koala bear refusing to leave that sweet sweet tree full of sweet sweet leaves and the cosy branches for sleep. Got to psyche myself to run.

That marks the end of the super duper long post.


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