Bye Bye Singapore - 13 Days

This post is all typed by ME! Not copy and paste de.

After completion of my attachment, and that space of time before Fusion, been going back to school almost everyday. Whenever people ask, "thought you already finish everything liao, how come still need to go back school?" Well, one of the reasons is to work on the F1 project. But the main reason is to go back school find friends, macham gathering like that, and also for viwawa!

Ever since the end of the Fusion up till now, already stopped going back to school everyday. Taking the time to rest at home before the Japan trip, cos, after I come back, will only be able to rest for another 1/2 days before starting work at NYP. Gonna be working as a temp staff there before going off to serving the country. Also, been taking quite abit of time reminiscing about the past.

Still remember my secondary school days. People always say, that the friends you make in secondary school, will more likely than not become your life-long friends. How true. Still remember so vividly all the kuku stuff we did back then. All our early morning classroom soccer games, singing chinese version of the school song, ECS, in-between chapteh/sepak-takraw/toilet excursions, fitness corner (swinging from the low rope, climb up low wall, climb up monkey bar sit), sneaking out of school for lunch before extra lessons, bowling sessions during O level prelims...

I guess I will forever remember sneaking out of school for lunch. After 4yrs in the school, its not exactly hard to start feeling sick of the canteen food, thus, during sec4 that time, always sneak out of school for lunch. Kena caught quite a few times as well, but all the time we were just let off. But got one incident, I believe will forever be etched in my memory. There was this once, while we were eating at the coffeeshop opposite ABC supermarket there. Eat halfway, saw one group of teachers come over. Can't quite remember who all of them were, only remember got Chen Tat Wei, cos he was the only one that approached us. That time really thought, finish la this time, kena discipline committee teacher some more. But he came over and act friendly with us, tell us no problem, they understand this and that, but still ask us for our class., but say he won't tell anyone. Liar! Don't know how many people he told, but all of us know he told our chemistry teacher, Ramesh. Next day in class, when ask people to answer question, auto ask, "those 4 boys who were caught eating at the coffeeshop yesterday, please stand up." And then proceeded to make jokes of us, Shifeng the shi fu teach us how to eat, than me steal qing food eat, no wonder he so skinny.... Fond fond memories.

After the O levels, out of the 7 of us, 5 decided to go JC. I decided to go for the poly route. Nowadays, I really like looking back and admire the change since my 1st year in poly. The only 1 of the 7 that went to NYP, the other poly guy went to SP. Away from all my friends, forced to adapt. Also, timing of holidays almost always different. Whenever I on holiday, they most probably still having school. So what do I do with that time? Go work part time.

Went and looked for waiter job, cos I know, waiter job got shorter hours compared to working in sales. Worked at Ajisen ramen(hate it) as well as Raku Ninja. Raku somehow makes my time at Ajisen seem pleasant. At Raku, I was scolded, ordered around, criticized, made to wash dishes, work as kitchen helper, all for just $5/hr. Thats why after during the last semester break, I decided to not work anymore, instead, to really enjoy my holiday. That was also the period before 4 of my secondary school buddies enter NS. Every morning we went to the gym, went for lunch, every night Talk Cock Session, as well as the countless outings and good food eating, and also the outings with Alvin they all. At least I had the chance to appreciate what it feels like to really enjoy holiday as a poly student.

End of that holiday, went on to year 3, lessons first, and after, final year project and attachment.

For my FYP, I got the chance to work on NYP's Singapore F1 project. Whenever everyone hears about it, most probably will go, "woahhh F1 wor, so cooool." It sure sounds cool, but the blood, sweat and tears aren't. A 4man team, but 1man working. I was the first batch that worked on that project. Everything had to be built up from scratch, all the buildings and landmarks, experimenting and researching on how stuff works and all the plug-ins needed. The number of times I had to stay overnight in school to work. The most memorable of which was the day before the Singapore Tourism Board came to visit. In order to rush out one of the landmarks I was working on, I stayed overnight without a permit. Because I didn't have the permit, I was chased off by the Technical Officer and threatened, yes THREATENED, to leave. I went to hide somewhere waiting for the coast is clear phone call from my friends. Managed to get it out in time for the visit. BUT, guess who takes the credit, not me, the school. I hated that project. Countless times I approached Olivier asking him to pull me out of the project, only to be denied time after time. Another requirement of the project was that I had to go down personally to the different landmarks and take videos to use as reference material. So there I went, with camera in hand. And, almost everywhere I went, I was confronted by the security guard. I guess I can't blame them, I believe I looked like a terrorist, taking pictures of every detail of those places. And every time, whenever I look over at the other studio and see the projects done, projects that are directly relevant to what we were trained for. And seeing people like Melvin Chow, who I always believe, doesn't deserve to be there. I mean, I had been working so hard throughout the 3years, burning the midnight oil on countless occasions, compared to someone who has been slacking all the way through. But then, you may wonder why I continued to work so hard, well, one of the main reasons is none other than grading. I want to get a good grade. I want to get a good enough GPA for me to enter a local university. Also, I was able to look forward to my attachment. Initially, I was supposed to be doing my attachment at Imagi. Its an animation house based all the way in HK and its the company that did the animation for TMNT. For a ninja turtles fanboy like me, having that opportunity was even better than strike TOTO. It means that my skills are recognized. Well, why do I say initially? Cos I did not get the chance to go there. Why? From what I heard, its because the company didn't want to spend money on an intern as they instead approached me directly and offered me 11,000hk for full time employment. Well, I can't take that offer up since my country needs me. When I received the news that I wouldn't be able to get that dream attachment, I literally felt like giving up. I saw no point in me working any longer more for that project. But still, I carried on and saw it through. There was once when I talked to Limly about my situation, and he told me something like, "we need to have good students in any of the projects, so in case there are slackers or whatever, there will always be at least one good student working and ensuring the project progresses, and most probably, Olivier sees you(that's me) as one of those good students" During the final presentation. We were blasted and criticized by the independent markers. Well, the project then really looked like crap. The sizes scaling was all completely wrong, the stuff that were done by the other people in the group looked horrible. Never in my 3 years in the school, have I been through something like that. And that feeling. I worked so hard, and I still had to pay because some idiots decide to just bochup about the entire project. There were, however, 4 events during that period that helped me in carrying on and moving forward, in chronological order, 1) THAT prata session, 2) Sheng's birthday celebration, 3) GMM autograph session and 4) my birthday(thanks for every thing guys). Oh, and not forgetting all the outings we had, where I was able to put aside everything and just enjoy.

After FYP, I was posted to Sparky Animation for my attachment. During attachment time, I still went back to school every now and than to kaypo on the project.

There's this saying, every gray cloud has a silver lining. Well, its true. On the last day of school, I returned to school to meet up with the rest of my course for dinner. It was also the day of the final presentation for the 2nd batch working on the F1 project. After the presentation, Olivier approached me and asked if I was willing to come back and help out on the project, to polish it up and such before Fusion. I was the only 1 from the first batch that got invited back. And also, he asked me about hows attachment and stuff. Told him that they had offered me to stay on and continue work, this time, paying me 1.5k per month. He claimed that it was too low. I than told him that I was gonna be working for Ken at $5/hr. He thinks its the rate of McDonalds. Thus I ask him if there was any chance I could come back and work. He checked it out for me. First, he told me that it would be hard, as it will need around 3months to process my application and such, and may therefore, leave only around a month or so before my enlistment where I can work. He could have stopped there and done nothing and I wouldn't blame him. But, he still went and found a way for me to return to work, as a temp staff, where all the application processing would be done internally. Woohoo! Also, I'm currently still working for Ken, as an event based part-timer. Ken was someone I knew through the F1 project as well. His maths by the way, is awesome. Salary can round up from $80 to $100.

Gotta stop here. This post is getting too long.

Bye bye Singapore, Hello Japan

Count Wrong

That day count wrong, will be gone for 13 days instead of 12. Instead of posting another story, I post video ok? Must watch hor....

Story 1

start off with funny story ok?

Prodigy

A Primary School teacher was having trouble with one of her students. The teacher asked, "Harry, what is your problem?"
Harry answered, "I'm too smart for the Primary 1. My sister is
in Primary 3 and I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in
Primary 3 too!"

The teacher took Harry to the principal's office. While Harry waited in the outer office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was. The principal told the teacher he would give the boy a test and if he failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the Primary 1, and behave. The teacher agreed. Harry was brought in. The conditions were explained, and Harry agreed to take the test.

Principal: "What is 3 x 3?"
Harry: "9"

Principal: "What is 6 x 6?"
Harry: "36"

And so it went with every question the principal thought a Primary 1 student should know. The principal looks at the teacher and tells her, "I think Harry can go to Primary 3."

The teacher says to the principal, "May I ask him some tougher questions?" The principal and Harry both agree.

Teacher: "What does a cow have four of that I have only two?"
Harry: "Legs."

Teacher: "What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?" (The principal wondered, why does she ask such a question!)
Harry: "Pockets."

Teacher: "What does a dog do that a man steps into?"
Harry: "Pants."

Teacher: "What starts with a C and ends with a T, and it is hairy, oval, delicious and contains thin whitish liquid?" (The principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer...)
Harry: "Coconut."

Teacher: "What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky?"
Harry: "Bubblegum."

Teacher: "What does a man do standing up, a woman do sitting down and dog do on three legs?" (The principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer...)
Harry: "Shake hands."

Teacher: "Now I will ask some 'Who am I' sort of questions, okay?"

Teacher: "You stick your poles inside me. You tie me down to get me up. I get wet before you do." Who am I?
Harry: "A Tent."

Teacher: "A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you're bored. The best man always has me first." What am I? (Principal was looking restless and a bit tense)
Harry: "A Wedding Ring."

Teacher: "I come in many sizes. When I'm not well, I drip. When you blow me, I feel good." What am I?
Harry: "A Nose."

Teacher: "I have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. I come with a quiver." What am I?
Harry: "An Arrow."

Teacher: "What word starts with an 'F' and ends in 'K' that means a lot of excitement?"
Harry: "Firetruck."

The principal breathed a sigh of relief and told the teacher, "Put this ass in Primary 6! I got the last 10 questions all wrong myself."

Story 2

Something to think about

The story given below is quite interesting and really gives us an insight into DECISION MAKING.


Which one will you choose?


A group of children were playing near two railway tracks, one still in use while the other disused. Only one child played on the disused track, the rest on the operational track. The train came, and you were just beside the track interchange.

You could make the train change its course to the disused track and saved most of the kids. However, that would also mean the lone child playing by the disused track would be sacrificed.

Or would you rather let the train go its way?

















































Let's take a pause to think what kind of decision we could make.
Most people might choose to divert the course of the train, and
sacrifice only one child.

You might think the same way, I guess.
Exactly, I thought the same way initially because to save most
of the children at the expense of only one child was the rational
decision most people would make, morally and emotionally.

But, have you ever thought that the child choosing to play on
the disused track had in fact made the right decision to play at a safe
place?

Nevertheless, he had to be sacrificed because of his ignorant
friends who chose to play where the danger was.

This kind of dilemma happens around us everyday. In the
office, community, in politics and especially in a democratic society,
the minority is often sacrificed for the interest of the majority,
no matter how foolish or ignorant the majority are, and how farsighted
and knowledgeable the minority are.

The child who chose not to play with the rest on the operational track was sidelined. And in the case he was sacrificed, no one would shed a tear for him.

The friend who forwarded me the story said he would not try to
change the course of the train because he believed that the kids playing
on the operational track should have known very well that track was
still in use, and that they should have run away if they heard the train's sirens.

If the train was diverted, that lone child would definitely die
because he never thought the train could come over to that track!
Moreover, that track was not in use probably because it was not safe.

If the train was diverted to the track, we could put the lives of all
passengers on board at stake! And in your attempt to save a few
kids by sacrificing one child, you might end up sacrificing hundreds of
people to save these few kids.

While we are all aware that life is full of tough decisions that need to
be made, we may not realize that hasty decisions may not always
be the right one.

"Remember that what's right isn't always popular... and what's popular isn't always right."

Everybody makes mistakes; that's why they put erasers on pencils.

Story 3

DON'T MESS WITH OLD FOLKS

An older gentleman had an appointment to see the urologist who shared offices with several other doctors. The waiting room was filled with patients.

As he approached the receptionist desk he noticed that the receptionist was a large unfriendly woman who looked like a Sumo wrestler. He gave her his name.

In a very loud voice, the receptionist said, "YES, I HAVE YOUR NAME HERE; YOU WANT TO SEE THE DOCTOR ABOUT IMPOTENCE, RIGHT?"

All the patients in the waiting room snapped their heads around to look at the very embarrassed man.

He recovered quickly, and in an equally loud voice replied, "NO, I'VE COME TO INQUIRE ABOUT A SEX CHANGE OPERATION, BUT I DON'T WANT THE SAME DOCTOR THAT DID YOURS."

Story 4

90/10 Rules for all your happiness, prosperity and longeivity

hi there, somethg to ponder on n evaluate our actions...

Discover the 90/10 Secret: It will change your life

The 90/10 secret is incredible! Very few know and apply this secret. The
result? Millions of people are suffering undeserved stress, trials,
problems, and heartache. They never seem to be a success in life. Bad days
follow bad days. Terrible things seem to be constantly
happening.

Theirs is constant stress, lack of joy, and broken relationships. Worry
consumes time, anger breaks friendships, and life seems dreary and is not
enjoyed to the fullest.. Friends are lost.
Life is a bore and often seems cruel. Does this describe you? If so, do not
be discouraged.

You can be different!. Understand and apply the 90/10 secret. It will
change your life!

What is this secret?
10% of life is made up of what happens to you.
90% of life is decided by how you react.

What does this mean?
We really have no control over 10% of what happens to us. We cannot stop
the car from breaking down. The plane may be late arriving, which
throws our whole schedule off. A driver may cut us off in traffic. We have
no control over this 10%. The other 90% is different. You determine the
other 90%! How?
By your reaction. You cannot control a red light, but you can control your
reaction. Don't let people fool you, YOU can control how you react!

Let's use an example.
You're eating breakfast with your family. Your daughter knocks over a cup
of coffee onto your business shirt. You have no control over what just
happened. What happens next will be determined by how you react. You curse.
You harshly scold your daughter for knocking the coffee cup over. She
breaks down in tears. After scolding her, you turn to your spouse
and criticize them for placing the cup to close to the edge of the table.
A short
verbal battle follows. You storm upstairs and change your shirt.

Back downstairs you find your daughter has been too busy crying to finish
breakfast and get ready for school. She misses the bus. Your spouse must
leave immediately for work. You rush to the car and drive your daughter to
school. Because you are late, you drive 40 miles an hour in a 30 mph speed
limit. After a 15 minute delay and throwing $60 (traffic fine) away, you
arrive at school. Your daughter runs to the building without saying
good-bye.

After arriving at the office 20 minutes late, you find you forgot your
briefcase. Your day has started terrible. As it continues, it seems
to get worse and worse. You look forward to going home. When you arrive
home you find small wedge in your relationship with your spouse and
daughter.

Why?
Because of how you reacted in the morning.

Why did you have a bad day?
A) Did the coffee cause it?
B) Did your daughter cause it?
C) Did the Policeman cause it?
D) Did you cause it?
The answer is D. You had no control over what happened with the coffee. How
you reacted in those 5 seconds is what caused your bad day.

Here is what could have and should have happened.
Coffee splashes over you. Your daughter is about to cry. You gently say
"It's OK honey, you just need to be more careful next time". Grabbing a
towel you rush upstairs. After grabbing a new shirt and your briefcase. You
come back down in time look through the
window and see your child getting on the bus. She turns and waves.
You and your spouse kiss before you both go to work. You arrive 5 minutes
early and cheerfully greet the staff. Your boss comments on how good of day
you are having.

Notice the difference? Two different scenarios. Both started the same. Both
ended different.
Why? Because of how you REACTED. You really do not have any control over
10% of what happens. The other 90% is determined by your reaction.

Here are some ways to apply the 90/10 secret. If someone says something
negative about you, do not be sponge. Let the attack roll off like water on
glass. You don't have to let the negative comment affect you! React
properly and it will not ruin your day. A wrong reaction could result in
losing a friend, being fired, getting stressed out, etc.

How do you react if someone cuts you off in traffic? Do you loose your
temper? Pound the steering wheel? (A friend of mine had the steering wheel
fall off!) Do you curse? Does your blood pressure skyrocket? Do you try and
bump them? WHO CARES if you arrive ten seconds later at work? Why let the
blue car ruin your drive. Remember the 90-10 principle, and do not worry
about it!

You are told you lost your job. Why lose sleep or get irritated? It will
work out. Use your "worrying" energy and time into finding another job.

The plane is late. It is going to mangle your schedule for the day. Why
take out your frustration on the flight attendant? She has no control over
what is going on. Use your time to study, get to know the other passenger,
etc. Why get stressed out? It will just make things worse.

You now know the 90-10 secret. Apply it and you will be amazed at the
results.

Story 5

Wrong Number

"Hello?"

"Hi honey, this is Daddy, Is Mommy near the phone?"

"No Daddy, She's upstairs in the bedroom with Uncle Frank."

After a brief pause,the Daddy says, "But honey, you haven't got an Uncle Frank."

Oh yes I do, and he's upstairs in the room with Mommy, right now"

"Uh, okay then, ...this is what I want you to do. Put the phone down on the table, run upstairs and knock on the bedroom door, and shout to Mommy that Daddy's car just pulled into the driveway."

"Okay Daddy, just a minute."

A few minutes later the little girl comes back to the phone.

"I did it Daddy."

"And what happened honey?" he asked.

"Well, Mommy got all scared, jumped out of bed with no clothes on and ran around screaming. Then she tripped over the rug, hit her head on the dresser and now she isn't moving at all!"

"Oh my God!!! What about your Uncle Frank?"

and he jumped out of the back window and into the swimming pool. But I
guess he didn't know that you took out the water last week to clean it. He hit the bottom of the pool and I think he's dead."

...Long Pause...

Pause...

Then the Daddy says, "Swimming Pool ????????......................

Is this 6854-2598 ?????"

Story 6

How do you handle adversity

A daughter complained to her father about her life and
how things were so hard for her. She did not know how
she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She
was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed
as one problem was solved a new one arose.

Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled
three pots with water and placed each on a high fire.
Soon the pots came to a boil. In one he placed
carrots, in the second he placed eggs, and the last he
placed ground coffee beans. He let them sit and boil,
without saying a word.

The daughter sucked her teeth and impatiently waited,
wondering what he was doing. In about twenty minutes
he turned off the burners. He fished the carrots out
and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and
placed them a bowl. Then he ladled the coffee out and
placed it in a bowl. Turning to her he asked.
"Darling, what do you see."

"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied. He brought
her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did
and noted that they were soft. He then asked her to
take an egg and break it. After pulling off the
shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, he
asked her to sip the coffee.

She smiled as she tasted its rich aroma.

She humbly asked. "What does it mean Father?" He
explained that each of them had faced the same
adversity, boiling water, but each reacted
differently.

The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. But
after being subjected to the boiling water, it
softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile.
Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid
interior.
But after sitting through the boiling water, its
inside became hardened.


The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After
they were in the boiling water, they had changed the
water.

"Which are you," he asked his daughter? "When
adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are
you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?

"How about you? Are you the carrot that seems hard,
but with pin and adversity do you wilt and become soft
and lose your strength? Are you the egg, which starts
off with a malleable heart? Were you a fluid spirit,
but after a death, a breakup, a divorce, or a layoff
have you become hardened and stiff. Your shell looks
the same, but are you bitter and tough with a stiff
spirit and heart? Or are you like the coffee bean? The
bean changes the hot water, the thing that is bringing
the pain, to its peak flavor reaches 212 degrees
Fahrenheit. When the water gets the hottest, it just
tastes better. If you are like the bean, when things
are at their worst, you get better and make things
better around you. When people talk about you, do your
praises to the Lord increase?
When the hour is the darkest and trials are their
greatest, does your worship elevate to another level?

How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg,
or a coffee bean?

Story 7

Laughing at Pregnant Lady

A young woman, several months pregnant, boarded a bus and sat opposite a young man, he smiled, and feeling embarrassed she changed her seat. But it was to no avail, for the young man smiled even more broadly when she sat down. Again she moved to another seat, he grinned and again after the fourth move, the young man just rolled up and roared with laughter. The woman complained and duly sued him.

Judge: Well, young man, have you anything to say in your defense against this charge?

The young man: Well, your Honor, when the young lady entered the bus, her condition was obvious. However, that did not prompt my smile, but she sat under an advertisement that read: "Coming shortly - The Gold Rush Twins." The lady seemed indignant when I smiled and she got up and took another seat beneath a shaving stick advertisement, which read: "William's stick did the trick." She moved a third time and sat beneath a poster that read: "Sloane's liniments will remove swelling." It was after she had moved her seat fourth time that I lost control of my merriment for the above was a slogan: "Durex Rubber Goods would have prevented this accident."

Story 8

Troubles Tree

Here is something for you hardworking people to think of.

I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after he had just finished a rough first day on the job: (a flat tire made him lose an hour of work & his electric drill quit) his ancient one ton truck refused to start. While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence.

On arriving he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands. When opening the door he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.

Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.

"Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied. "I know I can't help having
troubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, those troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and the children. So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home and ask God to take care of them.

Then in the morning I pick them up again." Funny thing is," he smiled", when I come out in the morning to pick 'em up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."

Story 9

Expensive Baseball

A woman takes a lover home during the day while her husband is at work.

Her 9-year old son comes home unexpectedly , sees them and hides in the bedroom closet to watch.

The woman's husband also comes home. She puts her lover in the closet , not realizing that the little boy is in there already.

The little boy says , "Dark in here."
The man says , "Yes , it is."
Boy - "I have a baseball."
Man - "That's nice."
Boy - "Want to buy it?"
Man - "No , thanks."
Boy - "My dad's outside."
Man - "OK , how much?"
Boy - "$150"
Man - "Sold."

In the next few weeks , it happens again that the boy and the lover are in the closet together.

Boy - "Dark in here."
Man - "Yes , it is."
Boy - "I have a Wilson infielder's glove."
The lover , remembering the last time , asks the boy , "How much?"
Boy - "$350"
Man - "Highway robbery. Sold."

A few days later , the father says to the boy , "Grab your gloves , let's go outside and have a game of catch."

The boy says , "I can't , I sold my ball and my glove."
The father asks , "How much did you sell them for?"
The boy says , "$500"

The father says , "That's terrible to overcharge your friends like that... That is way more than those two things cost.

I'm going to take you to church and make you confess your greed."
They go to the church and the father makes the little boy sit in the confession booth and he closes the door.

The boy says , "Dark in here."
The priest says , "Don't start that sh** again , you're in my closet now

Story 10

When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out In Your Arms

On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.

This was the scene of ten years ago.

The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water. We had a kid, I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.

Dew came into my life.

It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, "You are the kind of man who best draws girl's eyeballs." Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife said "Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls." Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so.

I moved Dew's hands aside and said, "You go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company." Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together or, I was lounging before the computer, visualising Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.

One day I said to her in a slight joking way. "Suppose we divorce, what will you do?" She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.

When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.

Once again, Dew said to me. "He Ning, divorce her, O.K.?" Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.

When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. "I've got something to tell you". She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly. She didn't seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, "Why?" I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me. "You are not a man!" At that night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.

A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions. She didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month's time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason was simple. Our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage broken. She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, "He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?" This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, "I remember." "You carried me in your arms." She continued, "So, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning." I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form.

I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. "No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce." She said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms.

She closed her eyes and said softly. "Let us start from today, don't tell our son." I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for bus, I drove to office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realised that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.

On the third day, she whispered to me, "The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there."

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualisation of Dew became vaguer.

On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger.

I didn't tell Dew about this.

I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, "It seems not difficult to carry you now." She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, "All my dresses have grown fatter." I smiled. But I suddenly realised that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger.

I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. "Dad, it's time to carry mum out." He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.

On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, "Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old." I held her tightly and said, "Both you and I didn't notice that our life was lack of such intimacy."

I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, "Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious." She looked at me, astonished. Then she touched my forehead, "You got no fever." I moved her hand off my head. "Sorry, Dew. I can only say sorry to you. I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you."

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into cry. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.

When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favourite. The salesgirl asked me to write the greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote. "I'll carry you out every morning until we are old."

Story 11

No Tie, No Entry

A traveler became lost in the Sahara desert. Realizing his only chance for survival was to find civilization, he began walking. Time passed, and he became thirsty. More time passed, and he began feeling faint. He was on the verge of passing out when he spied a tent about 500 meters in front of him. Barely conscious, he reached the tent and called out, "Water...".

A nomad appeared in the tent door and replied sympathetically, "I am sorry, sir, but I have no water. However, would you like to buy a tie?" With this, he brandished a collection of exquisite silken neckwear.

"You fool," gasped the man. "I'm dying! I need water!"
"Well, sir," replied the nomad, "If you really need water, there is a tent about two kilometers south of here where you can get some."

Without knowing how, the man summoned sufficient strength to drag his parched body the distance to the second tent. With his last ounce of strength he tugged at the door of the tent and collapsed.

Another nomad, dressed in a costly tuxedo, appeared at the door and enquired, "May I help you sir?"
"Water..." was the feeble reply.
"Oh, sir," replied the nomad, "I'm sorry, but you can't come in here without a tie!"

Story 12

Saved the saddest story for the last....

100 days together..

Peter and Tina are sitting in the park doing
nothing, but just gazing into the sky, while all their
friends are having fun with their beloved half.

Tina: I'm so bored. Just wish I have a boyfriend now to spend time with.

Peter: I guess we're the only leftovers. We're the only person who isn't with a date now. (both sigh n silence for a while)

Tina: I think I have a good idea. Lets play a game.

Peter: Eh? What game?

Tina: Eem..It's quite simple. You be my boyfriend for 100 days and I'll be your girlfriend for 100
days. what do you think?

Peter: Oookay..Anyway I don't have any plan for the next few months.

Tina: You sound like you aren't looking forward to it at all. Cheer up. Today will be our first day and our first date. Where should we go?

Peter: What about a movie? I heard that there is a really great movie in theater now.

Tina: Seems like I don't have any better idea than this. Lets move. (went to watch their movies and sent each other home)


Day 2:

Peter and Tina went to a concert together, and Peter bought Tina a keychain with a star.

Day 3:

They went shopping together for a friend's birthday present. Share an ice-cream together and hugged each other for the first time.

Day 7:

Peter drove Tina up onto a mountain and they watch the sunset together.
When the night came and the moon glowed, they said sat on the grass gazing at the stars together. A meteor passed by. Tina mumbled something.

Day 25:

Spend time at a themepark and got onto rollercoasters, and ate hotdogs and cotton candy.
Peter and Tina got in the haunted house and Tina grabbed someone's hand instead of Peter's hand
by accident. They laughed together for a while.

Day 67:

They drove pass a circus and decided to get in to watch the show.
The midget asked Tina to play a part as his assistant in the magic show.
Went around to see other entertainments around after the show.
Came to a fortune teller and she just said "Treasure every moment from now on" and a tear rolled down the fortune teller's cheek.

Day 84:

Tina suggested that they go to the beach. The beach wasn't so crowded that day. They have their first kiss with each other just as the sun is setting.

Day 99:

They decided to have a simple day and is deciding to have a walk around the city. They sits down onto a bench.

1:23 pm

Tina: I'm thirsty. Lets rest for a while first.

Peter: Wait here while I go buy some drinks. What would you like?

Tina: Eem...Apple juice will be just fine.

1:43 pm

Tina waiting for about 20 minutes and Peter haven’t return. Then someone walked up to her.

Stranger: Is your name Tina?

Tina: Yes, and may I help you?

Stranger: Justnow down there on the street a drunk driver has crashed into a guy. I think its your
friend.

Tina ran over to the spot with the stranger and sees Peter lying on the floor with blood over his
face and her apple juice still in his hands.

The ambulance came and she went to the hospital with Peter.

Tina sat outside the emergency room for five and a half hours. The doctor came out, and he sigh.

11:51 pm

Doctor: I'm sorry, but we did the best we could. He is still breathing now but God would take him
away from us very soon. We found this letter inside his pocket.
The doctor hands over the letter to Tina and she goes into the room to see Peter. He look weak
but peaceful.
Tina read the letter and then she burst into tears.

Here is what the letter said:

Tina, our 100 days is almost over. I had fun with you during all these days.
Although you may be greedy sometimes and less thoughtful, but these all brought happiness into my life. I have realize that you are a really cute girl and blamed myself for never taken the time to knowing that. I have nothing much to ask for, but I just wish that we can extend the day. I want to be your boyfriend forever and wish that you can be beside
me all the time. Tina, I love you.

11:58

Tina: (sobbing) Peter. Did you know what was the wish I made on the night there was a meteor. I
asked God to let us last forever. We were suppose to last 100 days so Peter! You can't leave me! I LOVE YOU, but can you come back to me now? I love you Peter. I LOVE YOU.
As the clock struck twelve, Peter's heart stopped
beating. It was 100 days.

- END -

I'LL BE BACK TOMORROW!!!!

Information Please

Another Story

When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well the polished old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother used to talk to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person - her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. "Information Please" could supply anybody's number and the correct time.

My first personal experience with this genie-in the-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible, but there didn't seem to be any reason in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway.

The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the foot stool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. "Information Please," I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.

"Information."

"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone. The tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.

"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.

"Nobody's home but me." I blubbered.

"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.

"No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."

"Can you open your icebox?" she asked. I said I could. "Then chip off a little piece of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.

After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk, that I had caught in the park just he day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary died. I called "Information Please" and told her the sad story. She listened, then said the usual things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was unconsoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Paul, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in." Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone. "Information Please."

"Information," said the now familiar voice.

"How do you spell fix?" I asked.

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was 9 years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much.

"Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home, and I somehow never thought of trying the tall, shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall.

As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about half an hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information, Please." Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well, "Information."

I hadn't planned this but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now."

I laughed. "So it's really still you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time."

"I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children, and I used to look forward to your calls."

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

"Please do," she said. "Just ask for Sally."

Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered "Information."

I asked for Sally.

"Are you a friend?" She said.

"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, she said. Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."

Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute. Did you say your name was Paul?"

"Yes."

"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called.

Let me read it to you." The note said, "Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."

I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Anonymous

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others. Whose life have you touched today?

Toilet

Another Story

Was it worth it?

In the open field in a war, an air strike begins. The planes shoot a rain of bullets over the field and the soldiers are ordered to return back to their front. Two friends, who always stood aside in life are fighting back to back, as they always did.

They run back to their front without looking back and one of them throws himself in the front. He turns around to face his friend, but he can't see him. With a puzzled face, he looks back at the field and sees his friend laying 50 feet away; he got hit. He immediately looks for his commander and with a trembling voice:

"Sir, I want permission to go back and get my friend". The commander, already frustrated with the sudden attack:"Are you crazy? Don't you see the attack? There is no way you can make it."

Soldier, unwilling to give up:"Sir, I insist." Commander answers with anger:"Your friend is probably dead anyways, soldier. I can't risk anyone else. Stay where you are".

Soldier, trying to prove his determination:"Sir, I take all the responsibility. Let me go". Commander, too busy to deal with a stupid soldier trying to be a hero waves a firm hand:"Do what ever the hell you want. I'm not responsible for your corpse".

Soldier, with a smile of gratitude jumps on the field with no hesitation and by a miracle, runs through the rain of bullets, picks his friend up and returns to the front. He puts him down and the medic checks his pulp. With a startled look he speaks the words he always hated:"He's dead".

The commander, following from a distance, yells to the soldier:"I told you. Now, was it worth it?"

The soldier, with tears in his eyes speaks to himself:"Yes,sir. It was worth it." The soldier is nothing but sure it was worth it, because when he ran back to his friend, he was still alive, and his last words were:"I knew you would come back".

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From the very beginning, girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background and the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.

Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?" As the guy is not good with his words, this often causes the girl to be very upset.

With that and the family's pressure, the girl often vents her anger on him. As for him, he only endures it in silence.

After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated and decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"

The girl agreed, and with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in and agreed to let them get married. So before he leaves, they got engaged. The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love thru emails and phone calls. Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.

One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice... The doctor says that the impact on her brain has caused her to loss her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.

During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry, it's still just silence cry that accompanied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same, except for the ringing tone of the phone. This pierced into her heart every time it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know and not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.

With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions and millions of reply, countless of phone calls. All the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying... The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything and be happy.

With a new environment, the girl learns sign language and started a new life. Telling her everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came and told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.

A year has passed and her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. Girl was shattered. When she opens the letter, she saw her name in it instead. When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her.

He used sign language telling her "I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. "I Love You." With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled."


*Treat every relationship as if it's the last one, then you'll know how to give.
*Treat every moment as is it's the last day, and then you'll know how to treasure.

- END -

够 long 吗？

List of all the kuku things I did in Poly

List of very LOL things that I did during my 3year poly life.

Year 1
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1. Playing with lift
One of our favorite hobbies during year 1 whenever we got tutorials at Blk L level 6. 9 of us would go in, then all squeeze to the front when the lift reach level 5. When the people outside look in, the lift will look macham like its full. Yea, we are selfish and childish, but it was fun. Stopped playing that when got once the door open, but dunno why for long long time never close, think is the button got problem. Then the outside people of course see long liao know inside is empty. In case you don't know, that lift can easily fit more than 20people comfortably. Next formation we did was to "line" the perimeter of the lift, then push ourselves against walls, to create as much space as possible for people to come in. So, this time when the lift open door at level 5, got one girl go ask her friend, "why they stand until like that ah?".

2. Using Bahasa Melayu to communicate
Used to refer to each other as abang and Limly as cikgu. Limly even got acknowledge during one of the maths lectures as us Even used malay when we order food from Food Junction. Last time I used to only eat from 3/4 stalls inside the old Food Junction. The mini-wok and the Donna hot pan. Go Donna hot pan order "curry ayam tak vege" and then go mini wok order "nasi goreng".

3. Use cheat code to order food
Since we always go Food Junction eat, and only eat from the same stalls, it didn't take me long to discover that in-order to get the best deals, need to use cheat code one. For example, Donna hot pan, after order food, will ask you want to add egg anot, costs 50cents. And every set meal comes with a serving of cabbage. I don't take cabbage, cos cabbage I eat liao will puke. So, if I tell the auntie I don't want the vege, she will replace with an egg. Pro hor.

Year 2
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1. Delayed on finding a member to join our team for first 3 week project as TD. In the end kena Zili and suffer for 3weeks. "1 course, 2 specializations" my ass. On presentation day go talk so much and delay everybody time.

2. second semester studio project. Must incorporate live action with CG. We decided to put emphasis on live action. So went for outdoor shoot. Under the f**king hot sun for 2hrs. Kena sun burn + whole day no mood do anything.

Year 3
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1. Following AC "guidelines" when doing assignment. In the end come out look like shit. After reading Jeremy Birn book than know all the stupid stupid mistakes I made. So now end result look, less like shit.

2. Taking photos of team-mates doing kuku stuff during FYP and BK-ing them. Working my ass off for the project and to have other people take credit for your work.

3. Going back to school to help with my FYP project even though I know it was the worst 12weeks for my life + I will be free labour.

Blog Entry

Not sure why I doing this now. Bored? Maybe. Been how long since my last entry? Who knows? Don't expect anyone to read this too.

What I want to talk about? I don't know myself. Maybe just make things up as I go along? When I first got into blogging, I was in Year1. Now, already final year, going to start on the Final Year Project on Monday, which is, 2 days time?

Still remember in year1 time, noob noob. Don't know anything. Still remember the first person who talk to me was, YeeHowe. Sat next to me at the atrium area, and talked loads of anime stuff. All I could do was nod and smile.

So many things have changed since then. Last time I was one of those bottom few in terms of grades. Still remember one C++ programming test, got the lowest in my class. Then we were still joking that someone like Andy, who just typed out and printed the question out to screen, got even higher grades then me. I started to learn on my own by studying and re-learning the whole of C++ through my textbook, and I got B for that module. Next semester, I followed with the same strategy, by studying mainly through the book. Result? I got and A. Gabriel Tang Chee Chew is a lousy lecturer.

How much things have changed. My first semester in NYP, my GPA was only 3.2. For my previous semester, I believe I got something like 3.8 or something. Cool.

Upload some screen shots from a recent project. Those part that I did.



If you read this, most probably you know that in poly, especially in my technical direction specialization, there are 2 guys that I treat as my best friends in Poly. Mainly because last time we came from same class. And came into this specialization as the minorities, because only got the three of us. Well, for all the group projects we did up till the most recent one, we have been grouping together. This most recent one, we split up. Even though I was still teaming up with one of them.


See this last screen shot? This sequence was left out for the, so called final version of the clip. Thing is, we had to submit one our final clips last last friday. And this sequence was done by that friend of mine.

What happen was, we were not able to finish our clip in time, so, lecturer was rushing, because he wanted to end the class and such. So my friend decided to go talk to the lecturer in order to buy some time for us. We were in another computer lab doing compositing of the rendered stuff. My friend left his stuff with the guy doing the compositing. When he tried opening my friend's file, there was nothing there, so, because there was no time left, he decided to cut his sequence from the clip. Imagine how my friend felt when he saw the clip. And it so happens, got someone in the team quite 看不起 my friend.

Can see he really devastated, and he left school alone earlier than the rest of us. You see, my friend is those kind of slack slack type. But for this project, he really very 卖力. At the start of the project, he told me, that for this project, he wanted to do something that he could take pride in, something that is his, something that is good. Its true that he really very 平命 for this project. Last time project, not that he never do anything, he is those kind that bring DVD to school watch.

So, I asked the rest of the group members and asked them to go back school the next week to polish up the project, and also, to add that friend's part in. And later that evening, I went and talked to the lecturer. And asked him if he willing to grade the clip that we were going to submit one week late. He said should be no problem.

Last night was chatting with CH, the other 0501 original. Chatted very long. How long? I believe till around 3am? Well, its true that the 3 of us, we really need to look out for each other. We 0501 originals. Good to know that we share the same thinking.

Just want to end this long post with something that I quite proud of. My visual art final assignment. We had to create an advertisement editing different images using photoshop. This is my final product.


What made me so happy with it is because got people ask me, "你改了什么?" Means I did a professional job? Hope so.

Here is the original image.