THE 1323 (continuation of the continuation) u bored yet?

sooo... now Mr. Annou sent it off to be photostated by some photostating company thing... photo copy 6 copies each... The nex day it comes bak... And guess wat... i had to check every copies!

the number of pages i needed to check (takes out calculator)

hmmm 1323 *6 is= 7936
and i had to double check 7936*2= 15876
there was some corrections sooooo i had to check the new copies 15876 +25= 15901

WOOHOO

errr the end... :P

THE 1323

continued

zing-zing-zing a green line of light moved left and right almost hypnotising.... At page number 7 hundred something i really felt like puking.. only problem was i didn't have breakfast so nothing was in my tummy.. I ended up puking gastric juice and stomach acid in the toilet of course which stung my throat.. after a while of green light torture i have finished...

But it was not over...... jeng jeng jeng

Mr. Annou compiled the copies and brought it to me.. Hey john! now ah u see the pages ah.. can u number them 1 by 1 at the top right corner.. Can ah... good good!

Sob.........

So there i go... 1 by 1 numbering the thick pile of paper... do u know... that numbering pages is like counting sheep... 1, 2, 3, 4 zzzzzzz.... paper is white, like sheep... it's errr as harmful as a sheep.. and err... dono.... But by the 500 somethin page i went to the toilet and took a nap... (in LSS&co got CCTV wan so not good to let boss see u sleeping)

I numbered and numbered and numbered.... 673 pages... Ah yes finish edi.. so i brought the stack of papers to Mr. annou's cubicle... So proud of myself for the achievement.. Good good... he said Here's the other pile...

ARGH

I took the other pile of paper... put it on my table and.... used it as my pillow.... Lol... well i had to finish it so off i go.... number number number... du du du du... and in the end the last number was...........

1323

to be continued

really

u bored yet?

The 1323

this is Lee Swee Seng & Co!!!! ARGH!!!!!

Mr. Annou calls me first thing in the morning....

Hey John! You can photostat ah?

With my instant response I said YEA..... Who would know that this would change my next 3 days at LEE SWEE SENG & CO!

Good he replied while passing me a thick bulk of papers.. Written on it was the instruction to photocopy pgs adding up to a big number that i myself was toooo disturbed to count... i grunted disgruntledly... I'm sure you can do it.. all it akes is a lil patience and a chair by the photostating machine.....

That wasn't the most encouraging words sum1 has said to me but he tried... So off i went... FYI in lee swee seng & co there are 2 photocopying machines... one is a fax cum fotocopy machine, the other is in the filing room.... small portions of photocopy stuff are done in the fax + photocopy machine (near mr. kenny's room) while larger portions are done in the filing room.... sooooooo I had to do it in the filing room...DUH... lil did i know that.............

A ROLLEY CHAIR CAN'T FIT IN THE FILING ROOM!!!!!

GAH..... wat!?!?! this can't be going on! sooo for the next 3 hours i was bz photostatin the papers STANDING!!! we don need to talk bout the leg cramps later... Another thing... becoz it's already binded.... i can't use the photocopy slot... so 1 by 1 i put the page on the glass panel and looked at the caution stuck on it saying

CAUTION DO NOT STARE AT LIGHT!!!

erk........ -to be continued-

*u bored yet?

stuff to bring to Cambodia..

1. toiletsie.... coz i can't squat

2. m4ggiemee! err for makan

3. Oreos! to make oreo cheesecake (i think i can churn sum cheese there)

4. Apples! to keep the doctor away

5. laptop (with working diablo2 *no thanks to kee ken*) for satisfying essential hacking slashing needs

6. WINTER!! for safety reasons... *he quite ganas u know

7. toilet paper.... i ain't gonna use leaves

8. bolster! for whacking people :P

i bet no one is reading this anymore but i'm starting somethin new. From now on this blog will be dedicated to my lil Cambodian trip. to start off i jus received a list of what i am supposed to do there Ta Dah!---->

Preliminary 2 months program for John Lee:
1. supervise a group of new guitarists ( youths and some grade 6children). he can also teach percussion
2. teach someone keyboard ( we do not have a keyboard. AK may bring backone)
3. teach creative bible games for YF and Levia
4. create ball games ( most of the students play basketball ,volleyball,football and some will play ping pong)
5. help in the church /center maintenance
6. create speaking English opportunity with the students ( may not teachEnglish)
7. may teach the adult sunday school- topic will be given to him
8. speak in the YF
9. will go to Levia with NTCs
10. help to look after the center with kim srieng.
11. teach computer skill eg microsoft words, excell, power point, Adobephotoshop
12.will involve in home visit and home bible study
13.involve in children ss


what a nice number 13...
(13 reminds me of err Apollo 13, Friday the 13, and a bunch of other supersticious nonsense.)
will be loading pics once i go there.
keep in touch

a non emo song on a blog
In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life
In the land of submarines
So we sailed up to the sun
Till we found the sea of green
And we lived beneath the waves
In our yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine,
yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine,
yellow submarine
And our friends are all on board
Many more of them live next door
And the band begins to play
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine,
yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine,
yellow submarine
[Full speed ahead, Mr. Parker,
full speed ahead!Full speed over here, sir!
Action station! Action station!
Aye, aye, sir, fire!
Heaven! Heaven!]
As we live a life of ease (A life of ease)
Everyone of us (Everyone of us)
has all we need (Has all we need)
Sky of blue (Sky of blue)
and sea of green (Sea of green)
In our yellow (In our yellow) submarine
(Submarine, ha, ha)
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

check out the adventure of winter melon below coz i can't move it up

why do people love habbits
1. they rhyme with hobbit
2. it involves veri little of the brain (something like slapstick comedy)
3. it's comfortable

well for the past three months everything was comfortable... habbits grew and pretty much every weekday i would hang out in lt2 waiting for people to come to practice...
several things i've learnt:

a) loneliness suck
b) people alwez come late
c) if u wanna be punctual bring a friend

and thank God i had that friend!

1 is lonely
2 is company
3 and above is practice!

the simple rules of human psychology and understanding of the term loneliness
according to John lee

when u feel unwelcomed even though theres no one
when u feel welcomed in a group of strangers
when u feel a different emotion from the flow of emotions
when u feel fragile and not willing to go close to people
when u feel like the cat beside u is laughing at u and calling u and idiot (you chase the cat of course) all to no avail
when u think that no one cares out you but u very well know they do

loneliness suck
let's all be friends

hello stranger i'm john

Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villian by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengence; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

the adventure of special agent wintermelon *woof*

sunday 7.30 a.m

the Lee's have just awaken. i shut off the paw-top and hid it under the stereo set. i than sat by the stair waiting. the boy strided down the stairs hastily. he heads for the kitchen. i followed him as he turned the knob on the oven in a numeral lock sort of manner. he opened the oven and there was a stairs. i followed him down and down and down. took pictures of the underground area. it was huge. filled with blinking tingamajiggies and rotating leverathingies. how could all of this fit in this house. the stairs creaked and the boy looked around suspiciously. i turned on my camouflage. attaching a stick on my head and acting like a mop. well he didn't suspect anything. i sneaked back up and it's off to my daily routine of sleeping and eating and the occasional belly rubs.

monday 5.00 a.m.

I was awaken by the thumping of footsteps as the boy jumped down in one giant leap. i followed him to the kitchen and down the oven.. wonder how it works as both a oven and an entrance of a secret underground laboratory for world domination. hmmmm i wonder....... nvm... i went down and i went on tip toes so that he can't hear me. and i saw a big iron door with the sign saying air missiles on it... i must blow it up... and urgently...... URGENTLY........ i hurried up and prepared the C4 to be used to blow it up.....

wednesday 2.00 a.m.
i openned the secret hatch in the oven and went down.... slowly.... silently...... stealth of the wolf.... package of C4 tied securely on my back i tip-toed on all my four legs... avoiding cameras... jumping over laser beams.... and there!!!! the door...... AIR MISSILE...... MAY CAUSE MASS DESTRUCTION, MESS DESTRUCTION, MISS DESTRUCTION, MOSS DESTRUCTION AND MUSS DESTRUCTION. I opened up the door and...................... the alarm went off!!!!!! the boy teleported straight next to me...... darn.......... "what do you think you're doing" he laughed!!!

3.00 a.m.
err jus looking around said I.... "well so have you found what you were looking for?" said the oy... I nodded an signalled to the door...
" oh that, well i'm sure u want to know what's in it....."
he oppened the door with a silent swish
and..........................
there was nothing........................
"what do u expect it to be?"said the boy....
"it's missiles made of air..... air missiles....."said the boy
sigh............................ i untied myself and went to my favourite spot at the bottom of the table

C: wheres that darned mouse
M: hello there
C: gosh where have you been
M: oh were you waiting for me. thought you had to chase a ball of thread.
C: oh that. it bites.
M: so you don't think i bite?
C: depends on who bites who first (smile)
M: fine just give 5 secs.
C:*sigh* 1 2 3 4 5 . ready or not here i come.
*sprutter sprutter*
C: hey that's not fair!
*mouse zooms of on his motorbike*
C: *sweat* well i guess i better start chasing him
M: *sticks out tongue and zooms away*
C: hmm think cat think! i'm sure i can outsmart an undersized marsupial i just need to think of a plan.........
*while in the kitchen closet*
M: *munch munch* that cat's never gonna find me here. oooo marmalade. i love marmalade. goes really well with digestives... just wish there was a bit of butter
C: oh it's at the top corner
M : cool thanks. hey u want some
C: nah. carnivore
M: oh sorry forgot
C: can i catch you now
M wait till i finish my cookie
C: *sweat*
M: ok
C: ok don't move. gotcha. *sinister laugh*
M: how did you find me anyway
C: oh you left the bike outside
M: i see
C: so now what......
M: err how bout gobbling me up and sptting the bones
C: oh gosh that's gross
M: rite. trying deepfrying
C: to fatty
M: steaming? baking?
C: oh i'm not trying that again
M: oh you did that before.. how did they taste
C: salty..
M: i see
C: haih... decisions.... i'll just let you be
M: err ok that's new
C: so err see'ya around
M: yes err c'ya...............

next day

C: hey mouse wanna get chased again?
M: nah
C: why? you looked depressed?
M don't have no purpose in life anymore.
*cat swallows mouse*



fin

A father with great ambition for his son steps up to him sternly.

DAD: "I know this is just kindergarten BUT you have to get it together young. Here I'll make you a deal. If you come out first in your entire kindergarten I'll give you anything you want"

well the son was dumbfounded with the deal and studied as hard as his little head could and confident showed his dad the certificate customly made by his teacher acknowledging that he was first in the entire kindergarten and mind you it was a big one.

DAD: absolutely wonderful. So what will it be. A whole set of action figures, a custom made game console. oh whatever just name it!
SON: two pingpong balls dad. Just two will do.
DAD: errrrr are you quite sure. Well ok if that's what u really want.

the boy smiled and snatched the two pingpong balls from his fathers hand just after he bought it and ran up to his room.

DAD: what an odd boy.....

~several years pass by~

DAD: it's the UPSR and i want you to be the number one in the entire nation! If you do that I'll give you anything you want!

the boy now 10 (because he skipped a few years due to his excellent result) smiled agreeingly. He sat by the study table all day studying and wat do you know he was first in the nation.

DAD: Wonderful! So what will it be! A go-cart, how bout a race car. I'm sure you'll love that! so tell me what is it you want?
SON: two pingpong balls will do.
DAD. errr alright than two ping pong balls it is. what an odd little boy......

the boy smiled and now thanked him and snatched the pingpong balls from his hand and ran into his room.

~several years later~

DAD: I want you to have the most A's in the PMR in the whole nation for you. and hears the usual deal. do it and you'll get whatever you want.

the son smiled acknowledgingly. for the next 3 months he almost lived in the library. stuffing up facts and more facts into his head. and what do you know he got 15 A's for PMR.

DAD: so what is it you want. A mercedes? A helicopter? oh not another blasted pingpong ball.
SON: not a pingpong ball dad. two pingpong balls please.

his dad silenced himself. and went off to get the 2 pingpong balls. the boy was awfully delighted and pranced into his room with it.

~several years more~

DAD: i want you to be accepted into oxford with your SPM marks.
SON: what? Are you sure?
DAD: why of course? for that I'll give you anything you want.

his son grinned knowingly. he studied. And boy did he study! He got a brilliant idea of making it a topic of discussion in malaysia his persistent study. newspaper reporters flocked to the park where he sat in a gazebo studying day and night. they took pictures. they graphed progress. Well when it was results time as you know it he scored a bamboozzling 34 A's. with his result was a letter from 56 different universities all over the world offering degrees. of course this included oxford.

DAD: now tell me what you want anything at all.... the world perhaps?
SON: 2 pingpong balls will do....
DAD: don't be absurd.... are you sure. well at least let me use a helicopter to bring you to the shop to buy it...

his son smiled agreeingly.

the chopper took off. and a sudden crack!!!!! MAYDAY! it's crashing!!!!!! BOOOOOOOOM! the father and the son was propelled through great distances and pummeled into a bush. The son was dying and the father was paralyzed.

DAD: before you die tell me what is all thos ping pong balls for!!!!!
SON: Dad. i wanted the pingpong balls because becauuuuuuseeeeeeeeee ACK! (he died)




FIN