henry

Jul 27, 2005 at 03:15 o\clock

Crystel

by: henry

For my blogging buddy, Crystel.

Jul 25, 2005 at 11:31 o\clock

SlyPixie

by: henry

For my blogging buddy, SlyPixie.

                     

 

 

 

 

Jul 19, 2005 at 03:47 o\clock

Maggie

by: henry

Here you are, Kaitlyn!

For your friend, Maggie.

Jul 15, 2005 at 15:58 o\clock

My colleague

by: henry

Jul 12, 2005 at 09:49 o\clock

The Fighting Cock (Final)

by: henry

I went on with my fighting spirit, taking on people bigger-sized than me based on one psychological aspect. Lossing the fight would not bring me shame. Bystanders still praised me for my guts. When I won, my name would travelled far and wide. As I grew older, my thoughts changed with times. I refrained from taking on people physically. I would fight them technically as it does not caused any injuries. I would rather use a more powerful weapon of another kind ..... the pen. It's more effective and more than enough to silent off the aggressor.

Jul 4, 2005 at 03:46 o\clock

4th of July

by: henry

Wishing all my American blogging buddies a happy holiday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO AMERICA

Jul 2, 2005 at 00:15 o\clock

For my new found friend

by: henry

Aren't they beautiful?

Jul 1, 2005 at 00:30 o\clock

The fighting cock (part 4)

by: henry

With times heavily on hand before night class started, I would go for a beer or two. For theory, we combined with trainees from company 'A'. We were the noisy lots, more like a market-place rather than a class. The instructor intervened. He said, 'for those who are not interested, you can do whatever you like, just don't disturb those who are interested.' Hearing that, I pulled for myself another chair, lying flat...for a nap. On seeing that, he was furious.

Instructor : 'Henry, what are you doing?

Henry : 'sleeping!'

Instructor : 'who says you can sleep?'

Henry : 'you just said so! Sleeping does not generate any disturbance.?

Instructor : 'by that, I don't mean you can sleep!........'

I noticed that quite a number of trainees in front were looking to their right, towards the door. Standing over there was a tough guy looking all over the class trying to fish out who the trouble-maker was.

Some trainees urged the instructor to continue with the lessons. With backers around, he said he wanted to continue.....lashing at me mercilessly. I was left a poor soul without any chances of retaliating. For once, 'the fighting cock' became a lamed duck. I lose the battle not to a kung-fu master but a strict disciplinary master.