Monday, April 21, 2008
shit sia
Okay... this is fucked up... its 10 oçlock and i am still using the fucking com thanks to the fucking chinese project... sian ... i dunno wad to do leh..... anyway today charlton,hui yao, chenhao,gerald and me went to interview some dumpling store. dam xian... and the four of us was like squashed in the back of the car. fun. nope.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
thurs
zzz.... today got ROD training but i pon anyway.. no lar. got remedial... and p.e sucked today. seriously sucked. sucked so much it sucked... actually not so bad lar. can train arm strength... we did pushups the whole #@@$#$% one hour and everyone was swearing...
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
tues
Monday morning- a sunny and boring day. People from all four corners wake up feeling dreadful, wishing that they could have another minute of rest, swearing at their ringing alarms, wishing that it was Saturday, wishing they could wear their bunny slippers and stay at home watching TV till midnight. But they would have to face reality, to go to work, to sit in an office looking at charts and talking to people they don’t know.
John woke up. His alarm was ringing like crazy. He groaned. It was going to be a long, boring day at work. He ruffled his hair, scratched his chin, kissed his wife and children goodbye and unwillingly tumbled off the bed. Little did he know that that day was going to be an eventful, amazing, frightening day… …
John slipped on his work clothes, brushed his teeth, ate some cold ham and scrambled eggs, and fastened on his tie. Taking his car keys, he stepped out off his house to embrace the cold morning winds. And off he went, driving his old Mercedes. That day he decided to take a short cut to his office. He knew a deserted alley linked from the highway to his office. He never liked driving through there, as it gave him creeps. But that day was different. He was late. And he did not like to be late. As he was driving through it, a masked man suddenly appeared infront of him. John jam braked, trying to avoid ramming into him. The car skidded right infront of the masked man. The masked man calmly walked towards john, while pulling out a beautifully handmade revolver. John was dazed. The man opened the door of the car, and without a single word pointed the gun at john. John tried to scream, but no noise came out. There was a flash, a bang, and nothing else… …
John came back to reality. He was not dead. He opened his eye but just slightly. His vision was blurred, but he saw two masked man sitting right next to him. John quickly shut his eyes, his heart betraying him, beating loudly. Unexpectedly, one of them squatted next to him, squeezed his hand, whispering “dad, are you all right?” john lept up. The masked men took off their masks revealing his two sons, mike and gorden. John gasped. He could not help himself. He shook his head like a dog. “Dad, we wanted to explain it to you, but I knew you wouldn’t agree.” Mike carried on “ I overheard one of your colleagues telling a person, probably an assassin, about wanting to kill you, just for your promotion your boss is going to give you. I told gorden about it and we knew we were not able to stop the assassin. So as we always hear, if we can’t beat them, join them. To let him trust us, I took the job of killing you. Of course, I did not kill you. I missed on purpose.” John examined the injury, there was a bullet wound on his hand. Al the shock and excitement made him forget about the pain. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a slumped body of a man with a bullet in his head. “You did that?” he gestured at the body. Mike and gorden nodded. John got up and hugged his sons. “I’m proud of you.” He mumbled to them, tears of happiness and a lot of unexplainable feelings whelmed up inside him. “at least you got the promotion” mike said, grinning
and that was my english compo.
John woke up. His alarm was ringing like crazy. He groaned. It was going to be a long, boring day at work. He ruffled his hair, scratched his chin, kissed his wife and children goodbye and unwillingly tumbled off the bed. Little did he know that that day was going to be an eventful, amazing, frightening day… …
John slipped on his work clothes, brushed his teeth, ate some cold ham and scrambled eggs, and fastened on his tie. Taking his car keys, he stepped out off his house to embrace the cold morning winds. And off he went, driving his old Mercedes. That day he decided to take a short cut to his office. He knew a deserted alley linked from the highway to his office. He never liked driving through there, as it gave him creeps. But that day was different. He was late. And he did not like to be late. As he was driving through it, a masked man suddenly appeared infront of him. John jam braked, trying to avoid ramming into him. The car skidded right infront of the masked man. The masked man calmly walked towards john, while pulling out a beautifully handmade revolver. John was dazed. The man opened the door of the car, and without a single word pointed the gun at john. John tried to scream, but no noise came out. There was a flash, a bang, and nothing else… …
John came back to reality. He was not dead. He opened his eye but just slightly. His vision was blurred, but he saw two masked man sitting right next to him. John quickly shut his eyes, his heart betraying him, beating loudly. Unexpectedly, one of them squatted next to him, squeezed his hand, whispering “dad, are you all right?” john lept up. The masked men took off their masks revealing his two sons, mike and gorden. John gasped. He could not help himself. He shook his head like a dog. “Dad, we wanted to explain it to you, but I knew you wouldn’t agree.” Mike carried on “ I overheard one of your colleagues telling a person, probably an assassin, about wanting to kill you, just for your promotion your boss is going to give you. I told gorden about it and we knew we were not able to stop the assassin. So as we always hear, if we can’t beat them, join them. To let him trust us, I took the job of killing you. Of course, I did not kill you. I missed on purpose.” John examined the injury, there was a bullet wound on his hand. Al the shock and excitement made him forget about the pain. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a slumped body of a man with a bullet in his head. “You did that?” he gestured at the body. Mike and gorden nodded. John got up and hugged his sons. “I’m proud of you.” He mumbled to them, tears of happiness and a lot of unexplainable feelings whelmed up inside him. “at least you got the promotion” mike said, grinning
and that was my english compo.
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