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Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Today passed in a haze of boredom, for the work I've been trying to get involved in was slowed down as the materials for production hasn't arrived by afternoon. And it must have seeded into you guys whom I always chat to through MSN, "just on earth what is my attachment about?! Why am I always online in MSN, not seeminly busy at all?" Let me take my time to explain now, since my feet got me here back to the factory in hope of seeing Jess and Wendy online to apologise for disappearing in the midst of chatting with them earlier on in the afternoon. And mind you , my legs are really tired due to the second basketball session I engaged myself in since my arrival, and it feels heartier than ever to play the sport I love.


Ok, I came to China -Guiyang , Guizhou with 4 second-years and my class advisor. We are splitted into different departments and what the Manager of this company AMC is expecting of us is a project done by us. We were given a device which is used to measure light intensity and we are supposed to brainstorm and add more functions to it. From brainstorming to decision and lastly - the production of our ideal product. Plus on top, the GM of this company who is named as Mr Gabriel Se is very impressed by my holding of alcohol, I was made the Supervisor of Production Department. And so far I haven't really got my hands touching on any of the machines or paperwork in concerned to my department. Like I said, I am a supervisor. While on the other hand , the project me and my schoolmates have to come up with is much more of the 'task' during our stay here. So, everyday I'm working in front of the computer and if need be , I'll be touring around the factory line for a check that production is going on. So stop being puzzled about what I have to do here my beloved friends.


It's 10.48pm already, and it's late for I have been turning in precisely earlier than this unless it were to be Fridays or weekends. I was pissed off by one of the second year who made my stomach grumbled with ruddy irritation. Look, I was being sucked into Harry Potter's world comfortably with the laptop in my room playing on with songs. And he came in abruptly to transfer songs from the laptop to his handphone, and obviously he was too spoilt for choices that he kept switching from song to song till one fancied him and let it play on for a longer time ; which is still lesser than 20 seconds. My irritated moves on the bed didn't seemed to get to him , and it carried on. In the end I decided to bring the laptop to the hostel in this chilly night. It's still raining here and it's already the third day, taking today in consideration. Time isn't that right I guess, because Ivan is definitely playing games while Jess and Wendy aren't online in MSN. So I'm using the time to blog while I wait for anyone of them to log in. I think I should do this more often - to return to the factory every night to chat through MSN , in case that idiot pisses me off to anger and I can't imagine what may happen to him.



Since you left me dead laid here ;
[10:38 PM]