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i enjoyed my very last week of holiday
i enjoyed much more at the very last day of work.
the sky seems bright, the weather seems so cooling
though tightening of valves using hydraulic jack is tiring, but i tink im so used to it already
each valve weighs from 7 kg to more den 40kg
so many of them
i've to squat down to tighten everyone of it, sweating throughout the entire day
so heavy
the black one weighs 44kg eaCh, the grey WTA valve weighs 300lbs(135kg) each
look at how dusty the place is. the dust is like 1cm thick
so many crates in the enclosed store
GOOD BYE TO MY COMPANY - Beaver Contromatic
i complain alot initially, but i find no point to complain after some time
it showed me the toughness of work, in order to appreciate sweetness of studies
one without thoughness will only complain and not appreciate the sweetness they possess
i worked as though im worse off than a banglah worker
but the experience i got is priceless =)
and i got to forget someone, abit at least.
the people there are kinda friendly la, treated me something to munch on every now n then.
jie lao, uncle mcdonald, yi deng master, psyduck, michael jason, chang-e, great white shark, xiao zhu, cong, yunnan - some of those with nicknames haha.
of cause air pork, ba jie are my nicknames
the extraordinary feeling on my last day can never be described fully. the freedom, the cheerfulness inside, the ever so relieved feel. haha.
i remembered some words they say -one wont appreciate the things that come by to you easily, u need to work hard for those special stuffs in order to appreciate them.
a free ipod and an ipod u earn hard for, they are same, but different.
treated myself to movie on sat night after playing foosball.
watched the 0240hrs movie - wild hogs. darn hilarious. caught the movie at cathay with jo, yi, peter, kai and wee.
damn it la.. the pretty countergirl wanted to go along with me, but they keep saying her, den she didnt wanna go together already. arghh
slacked ard while waiting for the first bus/train at cathay. 0500hours
something happened on the night which made me more racist.
some hersheys with dyed hair came to us, spit on the floor in front of us and started staring at us. i was staring back at him until they told me better not look at him. they had more people of cause, but im my mind i was thinking, hmm im really wanting some thrill. what are they? they are nothing, they arent of any threat to me. to me they are games which i wanted to play with. they are something which give me thrill n excitement.
spitting in front of me doesnt imply anything. whats so cool by spitting? whats so cool wearing tight tapered pants, as if ure wearing tights? to show off your big balls or what?
i hate tapered pants, and i dont think im the only one.
my classmates dislike tapered pants, my foosball mates dislike them, even my colleagues dislike them.
they are the outcasted ones in my class.
u guys get wad i mean by tapered pants. hersheys is a word too nice to be used on such people.
this world will be a better one without such unwanted brats. (=
typing so much is just wasting my precious time; its ticking away
**those delicious nasi lemak u crave for and bought from hersheys first originate from white chocolate
