My new leaflet with professional quality is coming soon.
But something is yet to come......
最好的，尚未來臨。
Saturday, July 31, 2004
Friday, July 30, 2004
Has been Long
It has been long since my computer came to trouble. Perhaps I better let my computer take rest more regularly, at least more often, as Father always says. Time still flies amid the period of time. What other things I have done actually? I am not so sure. Complete waste of time? not exactly. I don't know.
I have Kadoorie tests passed and dolphin training trips completed. Greenpeace skill sharing is coming soon. I still have a litte spare time. I am too tired to intensively consider and decide in what way I am going to spend my time in these days. Virtually the work load from Greenpeace is not so heavy and doesn't mean too much, just because it concerns chiefly with idea problems, schedules and planning, with little real functions to hold. Situation will likely remain unchanged up till we are back from Mainland. I am the vice-president of Solar Campus, Greenpeace. While Henry is not the president, I treat him as the top among all of the fellows. I have been inspired for times by such a guy. Really enjoy working with/for him.
Today I appreciated the movie I, Robot, acted by my favorite Hollywood film star Will Smith, with Little Sister. It was so far so good, a bit better than expected. The unique supreme robot, Sanny, in the movie possesses a nice face and a touching "soul", which impressed me most. The speech "I did not murder him!" is still flowing in my head. I sometimes try to imitate it. Interesting, right?
Well, I at last find that I have wasted much of my time on something not worth doing all along. I have a strong feeling of 一切皆徒然. I knew many people think I am very on9, doing something without any gain or result. I thought they were on9 instead beforehand. Now I know I am really on9, very on9.
I have Kadoorie tests passed and dolphin training trips completed. Greenpeace skill sharing is coming soon. I still have a litte spare time. I am too tired to intensively consider and decide in what way I am going to spend my time in these days. Virtually the work load from Greenpeace is not so heavy and doesn't mean too much, just because it concerns chiefly with idea problems, schedules and planning, with little real functions to hold. Situation will likely remain unchanged up till we are back from Mainland. I am the vice-president of Solar Campus, Greenpeace. While Henry is not the president, I treat him as the top among all of the fellows. I have been inspired for times by such a guy. Really enjoy working with/for him.
Today I appreciated the movie I, Robot, acted by my favorite Hollywood film star Will Smith, with Little Sister. It was so far so good, a bit better than expected. The unique supreme robot, Sanny, in the movie possesses a nice face and a touching "soul", which impressed me most. The speech "I did not murder him!" is still flowing in my head. I sometimes try to imitate it. Interesting, right?
Well, I at last find that I have wasted much of my time on something not worth doing all along. I have a strong feeling of 一切皆徒然. I knew many people think I am very on9, doing something without any gain or result. I thought they were on9 instead beforehand. Now I know I am really on9, very on9.
Saturday, July 17, 2004
Routine Interest
Mother is always concerning about my problems, which is sort of a guarantee of blessedness. I have a poor and unhappy life, but I appreciate what I have at the moment: my family, my friends, my ..... my what? Not things else? Enough, enough now...
Sometimes I am really upset, not just because I ain't THE ONE, but also not another one (which I don't care that much actually). Who am I? I am not THE ONE. I keep in no mood, hanging around my place, listening to Avril Lavigne's "Don't tell me" at all times. No one told any anything, but I am still able to hear, "Did I not tell you, that I'm not like thatyou're the one who gives it all away, yeahh oh....." I replied, "Did you think that i was gonna give it up to you, this timeeeee .............. did you think that there was something i was gonna do, then cryyy..........."
ar huh~ Life's like this.
I was shaked to wake up at 10 a.m. this morning. That's Mother. Mother advised me, in an aire of importance, to take the document from the bank in Hung Hum today and no more delay was advisable. She tells me do this, she tells me do that. No problem. But I was more or less hesitated by the pouring rain outside. I could see clearly every single raindrop was striking down to the ground with a 45 degree. If I went then and I would have become a wet duck.
I awaited its ceasing for an hour. I picked up the umbrella and was headed to the bank. I took a public light bus no. 8. It was 15 mins from home to the bank. The process was fast and convenent and I could leave within no more than 7 minutes. Before stepping out from home Little Sister knew that I would go to MK to change my tickets and thus told me to call her if I finished my stuff in the bank, and two of us could eat and stroll together around in the afternoon.
Girls act slowly, which is an indisputable fact. I waited for her for a period of time. Sister wanted to have the Hello Kitty Doll and so we first went to eat McDonald's and purchase the little Hello Kitty. It's pretty cute but too small, I think. Two of us were sharing one meal and I wonder why I still don't have any feeling of starvation.
A super odd old lady appeared to sit down on seat next to our table. She had a lenghty and dirty hair which I dare say she has not had her head washed for a week at least. I am curious and do have great interest to take a look of her face but without success. Her awful appearance and behavior were eye-catching enough to make the man sitting opposite to her keep on staring at the woman. We greatly appreciated the guy's endurance, and somehow wanna applaud at that moment. As expected, he rushed away once he had finised his meal, due to the reason we all understand. We got out from the motherfucking McDonald's as soon as possible. I suggested to rove 星際廣場 and there are a few book store selling those books published in China and costs just a little. There I bought a pirated Spider-Man Comics, with all color-print but worth merely $26. There was no point not to buy it at once, right? Sister noticed that a pack of CDs and handbooks concerned with Standard English with a marked price of $55. Isn't it too inexpensive? Though my closet is nearly full of English books, most of which have not yet finished or even started, I still failed to put it back onto the shelf. Anyway, it is a wonder choice.
When leaving the so-called plaza, we saw a tom boy with short gold-dyed hair was promoting and selling pirated CDs and , most funny, she (or "he") looks surprisingly like my daughter San. I dared steal looks on her for times and nearly burst into laugher. That tom boy is the second one I've met, who resembles San so much. The first one is Blonde, the girl accompanying Bobo to come to Greenpiss as an internship but suddenly quitted.
Sometimes I am really upset, not just because I ain't THE ONE, but also not another one (which I don't care that much actually). Who am I? I am not THE ONE. I keep in no mood, hanging around my place, listening to Avril Lavigne's "Don't tell me" at all times. No one told any anything, but I am still able to hear, "Did I not tell you, that I'm not like thatyou're the one who gives it all away, yeahh oh....." I replied, "Did you think that i was gonna give it up to you, this timeeeee .............. did you think that there was something i was gonna do, then cryyy..........."
ar huh~ Life's like this.
I was shaked to wake up at 10 a.m. this morning. That's Mother. Mother advised me, in an aire of importance, to take the document from the bank in Hung Hum today and no more delay was advisable. She tells me do this, she tells me do that. No problem. But I was more or less hesitated by the pouring rain outside. I could see clearly every single raindrop was striking down to the ground with a 45 degree. If I went then and I would have become a wet duck.
I awaited its ceasing for an hour. I picked up the umbrella and was headed to the bank. I took a public light bus no. 8. It was 15 mins from home to the bank. The process was fast and convenent and I could leave within no more than 7 minutes. Before stepping out from home Little Sister knew that I would go to MK to change my tickets and thus told me to call her if I finished my stuff in the bank, and two of us could eat and stroll together around in the afternoon.
Girls act slowly, which is an indisputable fact. I waited for her for a period of time. Sister wanted to have the Hello Kitty Doll and so we first went to eat McDonald's and purchase the little Hello Kitty. It's pretty cute but too small, I think. Two of us were sharing one meal and I wonder why I still don't have any feeling of starvation.
A super odd old lady appeared to sit down on seat next to our table. She had a lenghty and dirty hair which I dare say she has not had her head washed for a week at least. I am curious and do have great interest to take a look of her face but without success. Her awful appearance and behavior were eye-catching enough to make the man sitting opposite to her keep on staring at the woman. We greatly appreciated the guy's endurance, and somehow wanna applaud at that moment. As expected, he rushed away once he had finised his meal, due to the reason we all understand. We got out from the motherfucking McDonald's as soon as possible. I suggested to rove 星際廣場 and there are a few book store selling those books published in China and costs just a little. There I bought a pirated Spider-Man Comics, with all color-print but worth merely $26. There was no point not to buy it at once, right? Sister noticed that a pack of CDs and handbooks concerned with Standard English with a marked price of $55. Isn't it too inexpensive? Though my closet is nearly full of English books, most of which have not yet finished or even started, I still failed to put it back onto the shelf. Anyway, it is a wonder choice.
When leaving the so-called plaza, we saw a tom boy with short gold-dyed hair was promoting and selling pirated CDs and , most funny, she (or "he") looks surprisingly like my daughter San. I dared steal looks on her for times and nearly burst into laugher. That tom boy is the second one I've met, who resembles San so much. The first one is Blonde, the girl accompanying Bobo to come to Greenpiss as an internship but suddenly quitted.
Friday, July 16, 2004
No. 8
I was awoken by the phone's ringing. It was not for me, but for Mother. Mother talked loudly, with a tone of great surprise and delight. I just stayed up without sleeping. I looked up and the clock told me it was 10:30 a.m., at which it is a good time to get up that way. Mother kept on talking with sometime on the other side of the phone. I just ignored it. But suddenly she seems to be very pleased to tell me the strong wind signal no.8 was issued and there was nowhere to go today, not even her working place. I hestitated for a second. Oh fuck it! My watching 十面埋伏 was scheduled tonight and tickets was already purchased! The plan today collapsed and nothing could be done to help.
Since, however, my student is just living at the buliding next to mine, I still had to go for it. But I went without great relutance, cus I need money, which is supposed to probably solve all the problems I am faced or going to face.
I didn't refresh posts on ENS newsgroup for a whole day, since my sister was occupying it all day. I did at the mid-night. And I found there was a post mentioning about Ar Will. That's me. What the hell is going on? The post was criticizing my act of posting salty jokes onto the newsgroup and made her feel annoying. Huh~ that is the most ridiculous words I have heard about in recent. Surprisingly I didn't feel angry or upset, but funny instead. Maybe her claim was too ridiculous for me to refute. I made use of a gentle tone to reply her message and posted it onto the group, somewhat in a funny tone, which no one would believe I feel regreted whatever I said.
She was Cathy, one of the rare visitors.
Since, however, my student is just living at the buliding next to mine, I still had to go for it. But I went without great relutance, cus I need money, which is supposed to probably solve all the problems I am faced or going to face.
I didn't refresh posts on ENS newsgroup for a whole day, since my sister was occupying it all day. I did at the mid-night. And I found there was a post mentioning about Ar Will. That's me. What the hell is going on? The post was criticizing my act of posting salty jokes onto the newsgroup and made her feel annoying. Huh~ that is the most ridiculous words I have heard about in recent. Surprisingly I didn't feel angry or upset, but funny instead. Maybe her claim was too ridiculous for me to refute. I made use of a gentle tone to reply her message and posted it onto the group, somewhat in a funny tone, which no one would believe I feel regreted whatever I said.
She was Cathy, one of the rare visitors.
Thursday, July 15, 2004
Harry Potter & Michael
I was enticed by a ticket at a price as low as $25. I stuggled for it and got up at 8:30 a.m. this morning. At the moment the eye lips were too damn heavy, which I could hardly keep my eye open.
I went down to and arrived at MK Broadway at 9:25, 5 mins before the movie was shown. Still lots of sites were available to purchase as expected. But there were surprisingly many secondary school girls entering the cinema. My seat was located at line L, number 23. I always like sitting on the edge of the column, allowing me to go to and back from tiolet without distrubing those sitting next to me.
Acutally I am not interested in the type of movies like Harry Potter, but i watched I and II beforehand and seemed that there was no point not to watch III. It doesn't make sense, does it? Forget it. I didn't care. By the way, Little Sister claimed that the movie was disappointing while i thought it was so far so good. No more comment.
I went to eat a bowl of "cow complex" noodle after that. I liked it. Then got back home without strolling around in MK. But I bought the magazine Milk costing $12, which 吳日言 was the cover girl. I like that girl cus she's too cute. Her hair occupys two third of the area of her head. Too funny.
Once I was home, Michael telephoned me and asked if I was free to bring him the Photoshop CD at that time. Oh my godess! I gotta walk back to MK again.
I like Michael. He is always the Big B in my heart anyway.
I went down to and arrived at MK Broadway at 9:25, 5 mins before the movie was shown. Still lots of sites were available to purchase as expected. But there were surprisingly many secondary school girls entering the cinema. My seat was located at line L, number 23. I always like sitting on the edge of the column, allowing me to go to and back from tiolet without distrubing those sitting next to me.
Acutally I am not interested in the type of movies like Harry Potter, but i watched I and II beforehand and seemed that there was no point not to watch III. It doesn't make sense, does it? Forget it. I didn't care. By the way, Little Sister claimed that the movie was disappointing while i thought it was so far so good. No more comment.
I went to eat a bowl of "cow complex" noodle after that. I liked it. Then got back home without strolling around in MK. But I bought the magazine Milk costing $12, which 吳日言 was the cover girl. I like that girl cus she's too cute. Her hair occupys two third of the area of her head. Too funny.
Once I was home, Michael telephoned me and asked if I was free to bring him the Photoshop CD at that time. Oh my godess! I gotta walk back to MK again.
I like Michael. He is always the Big B in my heart anyway.
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Mess
Not much time left before my trip of skill sharing to Shang Hai. I am scared, cus I should be very busy anyway, but I, in fact, still don't have any sense of emergency. I felt free, being able to do whatever I prefer whenever I am in mood. The hiddened risk is the accumulation of work load. My exam of environmental interpreter course got failed and I have already told via email to retake it at the time I visit Kadoorie Farm again later on. That is another shame of failure. Worse still, my boss, Dr. Corlett, are coming back to HK soon and he will arrange a meeting with me, who was supposed to read his article about babblers and references (i.e. journals) included. Oh my godness~ Who is going to help me a little, taking away the tappiness from my nature?
I used to possess a broken printer for long. That shit pushes my button. I will be delighted and willing to do so right away if I were allowed to fiercely throw the fucking Epson printer out of the window without a heavy sentence. But I am not allowed, so I threw it instead to the rubbish collection area. I no longer possess a printer and I am not able to print anything. At that moment I understood that printers are the most convenent invention for an undergraduate. This morning I got up at 8:30 a.m. and back to campus with Sister, who claimed she would have gone crazy if she stayed home alone with nothing meaningful to focus. My purpose was simple: To print all the text I have to read in the these days. I could not stand staring at the screen without getting blind. Journals actually are not readable to someone like me. We arrived physics building and went upstairs to 4th floor, where a computer room with two lazer printers is accessible. Printing charges nothing, but everyone should bear in mind to bring along with papers themselves. HKU won't be as bounteous as you may think.
Deal to the problems of font of the pdf file, Adobe Reader failed to show the text of EI notes, no matter which set of computer I used, cus I tried many of them. I have no other choices so I made use of another program called Adobe Illustrator. It is the one similar to but a bit simpler than Photoshop developed with the same company. Everybody would be surprised by my sole measure, which I opened each page of the pdf file ONE BY ONE instead of a series of pages in one files, and click the button "Print". Totally there were no less than 30 pages being printed that way. It was a terribly awful job. It goes without saying I got late, very late. The meeting in greenpeace office was assigned at 12:00 nn, while I was still printing the remaining few pages in the building. I had the responsibility to inform Henry that I would be late and there was no point to wait for me. When the printing job was finished (my harvest was a , I spent around 10 mins to have my lunch in Maxin with my Little Sister. I asked her to chew and swallow at a faster rate, since we was late already.
At last two of us arrived at 1:05 p.m. The door of our meeting room (actually just a big closet for storing props and tools, most of which are almost useless) on 9th floor was opened for us already. I saw Hing, Henry, Michael, Michelle as well as Bobo sitting around the table on which many pieces of papers and some stationeries were put. Evidently the meeting was started. I introduced my Little Sister to them in a way as brief as what they could realize was that she is the little sister of mine and nothing more. She then was seated next to me around the table, acting as a listener. At the beginning the meeting was with great fun and full of joke, most of which was initiated by our 光交大使 能陽主席 Henry. He is always fucking funny. As the meeting went on, however, the focus turned to be theoretical and it became boring somewhat. Little Sister was too sleepy and seemed to be able to sustain no longer. She was staying away from the meeting area and laid down on the sofa, and fell asleep at once. That is my Little Sister.
Of course the meeting won't be interfered by her act and it went on. Meanwhile Alice visited once for a while, aiming to take something needed. She was so considerate that she took out a jumper from a tank and placed it onto my sister's body for fear that she may get cold. I never thought about it. being a Big Brother, I was not considerate enough, even though I didn't have any idea of where to get a cover for her.
There were two break within the period of the long meeting, which ended at 6:00 p.m. I was assigned some work to do. I don't even want to think about it.
I was very tired already. But I still went running for 5 km after supper. I have to remove some fat anyway.
I used to possess a broken printer for long. That shit pushes my button. I will be delighted and willing to do so right away if I were allowed to fiercely throw the fucking Epson printer out of the window without a heavy sentence. But I am not allowed, so I threw it instead to the rubbish collection area. I no longer possess a printer and I am not able to print anything. At that moment I understood that printers are the most convenent invention for an undergraduate. This morning I got up at 8:30 a.m. and back to campus with Sister, who claimed she would have gone crazy if she stayed home alone with nothing meaningful to focus. My purpose was simple: To print all the text I have to read in the these days. I could not stand staring at the screen without getting blind. Journals actually are not readable to someone like me. We arrived physics building and went upstairs to 4th floor, where a computer room with two lazer printers is accessible. Printing charges nothing, but everyone should bear in mind to bring along with papers themselves. HKU won't be as bounteous as you may think.
Deal to the problems of font of the pdf file, Adobe Reader failed to show the text of EI notes, no matter which set of computer I used, cus I tried many of them. I have no other choices so I made use of another program called Adobe Illustrator. It is the one similar to but a bit simpler than Photoshop developed with the same company. Everybody would be surprised by my sole measure, which I opened each page of the pdf file ONE BY ONE instead of a series of pages in one files, and click the button "Print". Totally there were no less than 30 pages being printed that way. It was a terribly awful job. It goes without saying I got late, very late. The meeting in greenpeace office was assigned at 12:00 nn, while I was still printing the remaining few pages in the building. I had the responsibility to inform Henry that I would be late and there was no point to wait for me. When the printing job was finished (my harvest was a , I spent around 10 mins to have my lunch in Maxin with my Little Sister. I asked her to chew and swallow at a faster rate, since we was late already.
At last two of us arrived at 1:05 p.m. The door of our meeting room (actually just a big closet for storing props and tools, most of which are almost useless) on 9th floor was opened for us already. I saw Hing, Henry, Michael, Michelle as well as Bobo sitting around the table on which many pieces of papers and some stationeries were put. Evidently the meeting was started. I introduced my Little Sister to them in a way as brief as what they could realize was that she is the little sister of mine and nothing more. She then was seated next to me around the table, acting as a listener. At the beginning the meeting was with great fun and full of joke, most of which was initiated by our 光交大使 能陽主席 Henry. He is always fucking funny. As the meeting went on, however, the focus turned to be theoretical and it became boring somewhat. Little Sister was too sleepy and seemed to be able to sustain no longer. She was staying away from the meeting area and laid down on the sofa, and fell asleep at once. That is my Little Sister.
Of course the meeting won't be interfered by her act and it went on. Meanwhile Alice visited once for a while, aiming to take something needed. She was so considerate that she took out a jumper from a tank and placed it onto my sister's body for fear that she may get cold. I never thought about it. being a Big Brother, I was not considerate enough, even though I didn't have any idea of where to get a cover for her.
There were two break within the period of the long meeting, which ended at 6:00 p.m. I was assigned some work to do. I don't even want to think about it.
I was very tired already. But I still went running for 5 km after supper. I have to remove some fat anyway.
Sunday, July 11, 2004
Damn the Dolphins
Today I got up too damn early, as if i were a farmer harvesting my valueless crops when going onto the field. It was 7:15 in the morning. I was awaken by the alarm of my little sister's cell phone. I took hers cus I don't even possess any working clock in my room, not even in the entire apartment. It is a shame more or less. Mother and Father do not mind while I am too tired to deal with that. So no body cares after all. By the way, I stuggled to jump out of my bed and underwent urination in the toilet right away. I used to have my teeth and face cleaned before I had my breadfast but now vice versa. I have an inclination to finish my tiny breakfast in advice, and then brush my teeth and wash my face with my specified medical soap which seems to eliminate grease effectively. I am always interpreting brushing teeth before I eat as merely wasting toothpaste. My sister tried to follow before but without success due to being unable to stand her own halitosis when she ate whilst, even worse, My mother won't trust my hypothesis no matter how I explain and pursuade her and ignored me straight.
After wash and dress, I started feeling that my abdomen was uncomfortable, and even in sort of pain. I ensured it was the direct result, as expected, of visiting KFC last night. Silly Sister ordered children and every single pieces of children meat were spice. How could my weak stomach and intestines overcome such an enormous stimulation. I, as a result, rushed into the toilet once again and shxtted. My abdomen still felt strange even after the process. But I was not going to waste more time inside toilet and I had to hurry to our gathering site in Tung Chung cus not much time was spare at that moment. I left home immediately and walked down to the Yau Man Tei MTR station, spending around 10 mins. Of course I was on my way to travel the fast MTR, with the first ride from YMT to Lai King and second ride from LK to Tung Chung. In fact I used to be a punctual, always arriving ten to fiftheen minutes. However, since I entered the university and ENS, I have experienced too many furious incident induced by unpunctual girls/bitches. It is not abnormal that such a punctual guy like me turned out to be an asshole getting to places ten to fiftheen minutes late of intent. It is complete waste of time even though you arrive on time, or in time. Nevertheless, today I was not supposed to be waited for one single mintue, as the instructor implied yesterday. I arrived in Tung Chung MTR Station ten minutes before gathering time. I went into the shopping mall to take a pee. I was wearing a thin gilet. The air con. was too powerful for me to stay for one more second. I was suprised there was a pouring rain outside. Damn it!
Very soon Kareen and Katy arrived surprisingly early. There came Milla and Connie later on whilst Hing, the asshole living most closely, came most late. Lucily it seemed the instructors already supposed we would be late for it. The instructors led us to the pier. The ship was prepared there already. It was nicer than I expected. We got onto it and released our belongings.
The first part was the delivery of exam paper we did yesterday in the lecture home. When I got the paper I was pleased to know I got 66 marks on the paper. Kareen(the pig) got 68, a bit higher than me. As somewhat expected, moreover, all the other classmates, including Katy who never took a look at the notes, gained much more marks than we two did, something like 76, 82, etc. Suddenly the head of intructor (I have no idea about his fucking name, and no intested to know. But actually he looks like nothing else except a fat porpoise.) headed to us one by one and checked our marks written on the paper and determined which ones who was not able to attain a satistactory mark had to have a talk with him. I was one of the unlucky ones. How come 66 was still not satistactory enough?! Damn it. But I was happy to hear that Kareen was accompanying me. Since even people not knowing statistics know actually 66 is just the same as 68. I was not the only weak in ENS. hahaha!
Then we were led upstairs. The bright and shiny sun was right above us. I soon sweated in the hot sun. There were clouds on the sky, but they didn't help. They, however, the decorated the blue sky and made it look even prettier. I put on my cap, which covered my forehead, enhanced sweat secretion and made my stressed. But the sunshine was too strong and if I took off my cap my eyes could not open and would get burnt.
We saw the dolphin even times. I've never thought Dolphins are just an extraordinary creature. There was nothing special at all. The programes today was terribly boring, awful and meaningless. Although it was really my first time to watch chinese dolphins in the sea, I found watching dolphins is the most boring outdoor activity in the world. The nature of this activity has been very on9 all along. What I could observe was that in the first seond a pink substance flowing up to the water surface and in the second second I dived. That was it. It's ridiculous~ I couldn't see why there are still lots of idiots spending money and time watching such an 0n9 orgaism. I preferred playing dolphin-huntings more, right? hahaha!
I was so stupid to underestimate the effect of sunbeam rather than the heat of the sun. The solar ray intensively stroke into my white skin without any protection done beforehand for hours, killing millions of my somatic cells. My skin turned red gradually and eventally my shoulders and neck exposed to the sun appeared just to be the same color as the stupid chinese dolphine!
Actually I didn't pay or try to pay attention to what they were talking about and going to inform me. I sometimes looked around, and sometimes fell asleep. I hated such kind of trips. I hated watching dolphins. I hated the stupid dolphins. Damn it!
At last the trip was over and I was glad. We travlled back to the pier and dismissed. On the way we walking back to the MTR, we met the afternoon group walking in an opposite direction. To me, they were just going to hell and nowhere else.
We ensian intended to eat. But Katy was leaving and we said goodbye to the lady.
After wash and dress, I started feeling that my abdomen was uncomfortable, and even in sort of pain. I ensured it was the direct result, as expected, of visiting KFC last night. Silly Sister ordered children and every single pieces of children meat were spice. How could my weak stomach and intestines overcome such an enormous stimulation. I, as a result, rushed into the toilet once again and shxtted. My abdomen still felt strange even after the process. But I was not going to waste more time inside toilet and I had to hurry to our gathering site in Tung Chung cus not much time was spare at that moment. I left home immediately and walked down to the Yau Man Tei MTR station, spending around 10 mins. Of course I was on my way to travel the fast MTR, with the first ride from YMT to Lai King and second ride from LK to Tung Chung. In fact I used to be a punctual, always arriving ten to fiftheen minutes. However, since I entered the university and ENS, I have experienced too many furious incident induced by unpunctual girls/bitches. It is not abnormal that such a punctual guy like me turned out to be an asshole getting to places ten to fiftheen minutes late of intent. It is complete waste of time even though you arrive on time, or in time. Nevertheless, today I was not supposed to be waited for one single mintue, as the instructor implied yesterday. I arrived in Tung Chung MTR Station ten minutes before gathering time. I went into the shopping mall to take a pee. I was wearing a thin gilet. The air con. was too powerful for me to stay for one more second. I was suprised there was a pouring rain outside. Damn it!
Very soon Kareen and Katy arrived surprisingly early. There came Milla and Connie later on whilst Hing, the asshole living most closely, came most late. Lucily it seemed the instructors already supposed we would be late for it. The instructors led us to the pier. The ship was prepared there already. It was nicer than I expected. We got onto it and released our belongings.
The first part was the delivery of exam paper we did yesterday in the lecture home. When I got the paper I was pleased to know I got 66 marks on the paper. Kareen(the pig) got 68, a bit higher than me. As somewhat expected, moreover, all the other classmates, including Katy who never took a look at the notes, gained much more marks than we two did, something like 76, 82, etc. Suddenly the head of intructor (I have no idea about his fucking name, and no intested to know. But actually he looks like nothing else except a fat porpoise.) headed to us one by one and checked our marks written on the paper and determined which ones who was not able to attain a satistactory mark had to have a talk with him. I was one of the unlucky ones. How come 66 was still not satistactory enough?! Damn it. But I was happy to hear that Kareen was accompanying me. Since even people not knowing statistics know actually 66 is just the same as 68. I was not the only weak in ENS. hahaha!
Then we were led upstairs. The bright and shiny sun was right above us. I soon sweated in the hot sun. There were clouds on the sky, but they didn't help. They, however, the decorated the blue sky and made it look even prettier. I put on my cap, which covered my forehead, enhanced sweat secretion and made my stressed. But the sunshine was too strong and if I took off my cap my eyes could not open and would get burnt.
We saw the dolphin even times. I've never thought Dolphins are just an extraordinary creature. There was nothing special at all. The programes today was terribly boring, awful and meaningless. Although it was really my first time to watch chinese dolphins in the sea, I found watching dolphins is the most boring outdoor activity in the world. The nature of this activity has been very on9 all along. What I could observe was that in the first seond a pink substance flowing up to the water surface and in the second second I dived. That was it. It's ridiculous~ I couldn't see why there are still lots of idiots spending money and time watching such an 0n9 orgaism. I preferred playing dolphin-huntings more, right? hahaha!
I was so stupid to underestimate the effect of sunbeam rather than the heat of the sun. The solar ray intensively stroke into my white skin without any protection done beforehand for hours, killing millions of my somatic cells. My skin turned red gradually and eventally my shoulders and neck exposed to the sun appeared just to be the same color as the stupid chinese dolphine!
Actually I didn't pay or try to pay attention to what they were talking about and going to inform me. I sometimes looked around, and sometimes fell asleep. I hated such kind of trips. I hated watching dolphins. I hated the stupid dolphins. Damn it!
At last the trip was over and I was glad. We travlled back to the pier and dismissed. On the way we walking back to the MTR, we met the afternoon group walking in an opposite direction. To me, they were just going to hell and nowhere else.
We ensian intended to eat. But Katy was leaving and we said goodbye to the lady.
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