Love Brings A Vision of Equality

LOVE enables me to accept myself as I am and, simultaneously, accept the necessity for personal change.

I accept this as something logical and natural because love is divine and always motivates me to attain the highest in myself.

It inspires me to reach my highest potential, and equally, it removes the pressure of strict effort, and even accommodates mistakes and weaknesses. With true love, we form an alliance with time.

Time does not threaten or hurry us but works with, and for us. We realise how precious time is and therefore do not wish to waste it by denying the opportunities it is giving us to change and improve.

The path of love frees the self quickly and effectively because, I see and work with the positive side of the self. If I only see the negative in myself, I become afraid, especially afraid of rejection, so I suppress that weakness, denying it and not wanting others to see it.

With love I am constantly supportive and available, opening up pathways by guiding with inventiveness. By listening, seeing and contributing in unseen ways, I provide the warmth of tenderness and experience.

Love is never selfish or unkind. It’s heart is open for another person’s wants. With the presence of love, solutions surface.

Love looks on all with a vision of equality.

Where there is love, there is a world.

Thought for reflection: Love is the giver more than the gift.

What Donut are You?

You Are a Boston Creme Donut

You have a tough exterior. No one wants to mess with you. But on the inside, you're a total pushover and completely soft. You're a traditionalist, and you don't change easily. You're likely to eat the same doughnut every morning, and pout if it's sold out.

What Donut Are You?

Teachers Lazy to Sit In?

I sat monotonously with my face facing my calculator as I cracked my brain in an Additional Maths question regarding Integration with my ear drums filled with screams and shrieks from other classes. Garth was busy spreading the news that most of the teachers will be busy with their duties on a net ball tournament held in our school. Great, I’ll miss 2 periods of Chemistry, 2 periods of Biology and a period in Math. A week left till monthly test and all the teachers “abandoned” the science classes to "help" in some lame net ball tournament, ironically classes which are occupied by wayward and malicious students appeared to be monitored by teachers. Kah Wee even told us that there were 12 teachers in charge of duties on net ball tournament!!! 12 teachers??? THIS IS TOTALLY ABSURD!!!! At the end of the day I managed to finish my Additional Maths, Maths and EST homework…a slightly positive sight of teachers whom are lethargic to sit in classes.

I manage to snap a picture of Christin combing her hair with Garth working as her slave by helding a mirror.

After long "hours" of hair combing Garth seemed to loss his patience and puts on a sulky face (Girls spent too much time on hair styling)

The Chemistry Graph Rule

I finally got back my Chemistry tuition examination paper, and I nearly choked to death when I saw my marks – a bloody 73%. It was only my first tuition class and the teacher had already slain me with exams based on form 4 and forms 5 chapters. The graph was the terminator of all my marks, I only scored a 3/6 among 2 graphs.

Mdm. Story, my Chemistry tuition teacher demanded us to copy down the 8 rules in a Chemistry graph.

-Title
-Axis (lines should be clear, units labelled)
-Scale (must be 2cm, axis must be marked clearly)
-Points (symbol “X” is used)
-Line (continuous and smooth)
-Bigger than 50% (measure from 1st to last point)
-X-axis (manipulated variable except for Form 5: Chapter 1)
-Y-axis (responding variable)

失去不一定不再拥有

失去不一定不再拥有，
可能因为某个理由而伤心难过
但，你却能找个理由让自己快乐

爱，是一种感受，即使痛苦也会觉得幸福；
爱，是一种体会，即使心碎也会觉得甜蜜；
爱，是一种经历，即使破碎也会觉得美丽。

有些失去是注定的，有些缘分是永远不会有结果的。

爱一个人不一定就能拥有，

可，我就是抹不去你在我心中留下的点点滴滴

爱情
也许爱情是一部忧伤的童话
惟其遥远与真实
惟其不可触摸与欠缺
方可成就起璀璨与神圣

愛一個人不一定要擁有

但擁有一個人的時候就一定要好好的去珍惜

有一種愛
明明是深愛
卻說不出來
有一種愛
明明想放棄
卻無法放棄

One Republic - Stop and Stare

This town is colder now; I think it’s sick of us
It’s time to make our move; I’m shakin’ off the rust
I’ve got my heart set on anywhere but here
I’m staring down myself, counting up the years
Steady hands, just take the wheel…
And evey glance is killing me
Time to make one last appeal… for the life I lead

Stop and stare
I think I’m moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I’ve become what I can’t, oh
Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you’re ‘here’ not there
And you’d give anything to get what’s fair
But fair ain’t what you really need
Oh, can you see what I see

They’re trying to come back, all my senses push
Untie the weight bags; I never thought I could…
Steady feet, don’t fail me now
Gonna run till you can’t walk
But something pulls my focus out
And I’m, standing down…

Stop and stare
I think I’m moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I’ve become what I can’t, oh
Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you’re ‘here’ not there
And you’d give anything to get what’s fair
But fair ain’t what you really need
Oh, you don’t need

What you need, what you need…

Stop and stare
I think I’m moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I’ve become what I can’t be
Oh, do you see what I see…

The Missing "SHIFT" Key

The case of my missing “shift” key still remained an enigma with question marks twirling all around my head. I went out for a drink with my friends last Saturday and by the time I returned home the “shift” key from my laptop was already gone. It just vanished and departed in thin air and the most mysterious part is there was no human present in my room the entire morning. Now I faced many difficulties and inconvenience due to a sudden hole on the key pad. My games are all bring to a halt along with snags I faced when typing this post. I jumped to a conclusion that each and every one of God’s creation do posses life, only unnoticed by us humans.

Sports Day

My school’s sports day ended a couple of weeks ago, and I realised that this post had been buried miles below between all the drafts with masses of unfinished uploaded pictures. Lastly I chose a simple and faster alternative way by uploading all pictures in slide.

As I wrote before in my previous post, all students are obliged to take part in at least 2-3 events. For me winning isn’t the main point, what truly matters is the participation and curricular marks I gained from this wretched new sports system. I grudgingly took part in 100m and 4 x100m and ended up with a bronze medal. After 4 years in secondary life, I got a bronze medal in sports…the one and only truly priceless medal. This year’s sports day literally killed all my muscle cells and tissues in my entire human system, I had to used up most of my energy running in sports plus progressing my duties as Red Crescent member under the hot scorching sun with all the flower-pot-St. John Ambulance’s members *looong sigh*.

Valentine's Day

It’s another typical week of Valentine’s Day whereby you could actually witnessed guys burning pocket money to get their girlfriends pricey presents for the day of love. Cupid was striking all guys with arrows of love to please their couples with gifts, heart-shaped chocolates, candy, roses and a myriad pricier Valentine’s present. I uttered monotonously to myself: “What a wasteful and Imbecile act!” Vicky just received heaps and heaps times infinity of bouquet and chocolates in school and Add Maths tuition (her beauty charms every guy in school). Alex even bought his girlfriend a RM89.90 Valentine’s gift from Memory Lane (that would be a total squander for spending such much cash on Valentine’s Day). And if you ask me who I would give for Valentine’s Day, I would proclaim loudly with applause…ME ME ME AS IN MYSLEF ONLY!!! It’s more logical and tolerable to get myself something during the day of love rather than to burn cash for someone else.

I’m not a total contradictory of Valentine’s Day, but burning over costly gifts is totally absurd. However, I do persist on shielding the love-spreading spree during Valentine’s Day.

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!!!

Chinese New Year Day 3

Kimberly came over today with Aunt Stella, feeling rather bored on the 3rd day on Chinese New Year I decided to snap a few photo plus some editing of my vain little cousin.

I persist on teasing Kimberly about her boy friend fancy how teengers grow up nowadays, having a so called boy frie

Chinese New Year Day 2

Uncle invited the lion dance to come over to grandma's house today, the lion dance is a form of traditional dance in Chinese culture in which performers mimic a lion's movements in a lion costume and it is still practiced in my family. Like it or not? NO!! It burned a total of RM125 just to invite unprofessional adolescents making comotion in my grandma's palce. Since my ear drums are merely damaged I decided to copy the whole history of lion dance from Wikipedia.

The lion dance originated in China close to a thousand years ago. The lion is traditionally regarded as a guardian creature. It is featured in Buddhist lore, being the mount of Manjusri. There are different variations of the lion dance in other Asian cultures including mainland China, Taiwan, Hong Kong, Macau, Japan, Okinawa, Korea, Vietnam, Malaysia, and Singapore,with each region possessing their own styles.

Chinese lion dances can be broadly categorised into two styles, Northern (北獅) and Southern (南獅). Northern dance was used as entertainment for the imperial court. The northern lion is usually red, orange, and yellow (sometimes with green fur for the female lion), shaggy in appearance, with a golden head. The northern dance is acrobatic and is mainly performed as entertainment.

Southern dance is more symbolic. It is usually performed as a ceremony to exorcise evil spirits and to summon luck and fortune. The southern lion exhibits a wide variety of colour and has a distinctive head with large eyes, a mirror on the forehead, and a single horn at center of the head. The lion dance also sybolises the myth of the Chinese new year

The Lion dance is often confused with the Chinese Dragon Dance, which features a team of around ten or more dancers. The Lion Dance usually consists of two people.

Chinese New Year Day 1

I slept at approximately 2.30 last night and incredibly I managed to open my eyes at 8.30a.m without the alarm clock screaming and shrieking, with only as little of 6 hours of sleep I amazingly found myself very much alert. Chinese New Year spirit seemed to be excellent wake-up timers but pity it only works during festive seasons instead of typical school days. Uncle announced that he wanted to light the 2,000 piece fire cracker (it’s a tradition in my family to boom the whole neighbourhood with huge amplitude noises)…it lasted for several minutes though (view video below).

Chinese New Year Eve: Fireworks

Fireworks in all ranges of colours and styles begun to cover the entire dazzling night and I managed to record the fantastic phenomenon down. The whole firework thingy lasted for a nigh of 2 hours…I imagine myself gazing upon the sky for approximately 2 hours!!! Uncle, Eddie and I even competed with our neighbour by hurling all sorts of fire cracker which eventually caused minor havoc and doom around the neighbour. Plus, an untraceable fire cracker exploded from a short displacement from me, resulting a plaster on my nose *CURSES*. I finally realised that fire crackers are meant to be labelled as “hazardous” and “perilous” toys…

Chinese New Year Eve: Reunion Dinner

It only takes less than 24 hours until Chinese New Year, like previous years all my uncles, aunties and cousins would gather together for reunion dinner at grandma’s place (well not all) according to my family’s tradition. Pity my cousins Jenny and Yan Han didn’t manage to attend the dinner due to their inevitable overseas work in US. Uncountable numbers of plates filled with delicacies prepared by all the female members in the family were served and soon my cousins Irene, Ivy and I were busy moving my hands chasing away all despicable flies. Alas, we didn’t manage to save a plate of butter prawns which was being secretly invaded by a fly (I assumed such arthropod owns a brain).

Picture taken by Dad during reunion dinner. A Hansley can be spotted sitting next to a brat in orange.

A myraid of food on the dinning table.

Ivy is like a gargantuan lollipop sitting next to me (girl in red stripes)

Amber sitting with her dad, Willy...Gosh is that the cutest and most adorable

What Colour Is Your Brain?

Your Brain is Purple

Of all the brain types, yours is the most idealistic. You tend to think wild, amazing thoughts. Your dreams and fantasies are intense. Your thoughts are creative, inventive, and without boundaries. You tend to spend a lot of time thinking of fictional people and places - or a very different life for yourself.

What Color Is Your Brain?

Money & Happiness

People say that money isn’t the key to happiness; but I always figured if we have enough money we can get a key made

– Joan Rivers

How To Control Your Dreams

Alex sent me something on "How To Control Your Dreams". It seems impossible for any typical mortal to manipulate and control their own dreams but since it was on the net, I assumed that it has its own miracles.

1. Buy a small notebook, set it close to your bed, and keep a pen closeby.

2. Before you go to bed each night, write what you want to dream about in the notebook. (Be sure to label somewhere at the top!)

3. Read what you've written as many times as you need to get it in your head.

4. Lay down...relax and think hard about what you want to dream about. Think of details, they are important!

5. Close your eyes and look at the images from your dream as they appear in your subconcious. If nothing appears, read your dream again.

6. Think of it in the 1st person point of view. Imagine what it would seem like through your eyes.

7. Think of dialogue and sounds in your dream until you are hearing them in your mind.

8. Think hard, but maintain a calm posture. Do not go tense or anything. Just relax.

9. Go to sleep with these images and sounds in your head.

10. When you wake up, whether you had the right dream or not, write what happened parrallel or connected somehow to the dream that you wanted to have. Again, label!

11. Compare the two dreams and think about the similarities and differences, write them down, or simply ponder over them.

My Fault?

I must admit that I’m a tetchy individual and anger manipulates my mind very easily. On regular basis I prefer to avert myself from having a conversation regarding my school (or what I always named as the building I spent my time during secondary period). It’s not a sensitive issue but normally a discussion about my school provokes me and sets me on flames. 

I habitually warned people to avoid talking about anything correlated to my school; however there are still humans out there who don’t understand the significant or true meaning of the terminology “warn”. These specific beings intend to bring out queries about my school *sigh* which again caused me to chuck tantrum at them. I’ve been squeezing my brain to hunt for answers whether is it a accidental slip or do they do it on purpose???

The conversation ended as the opponent said: “Angry angry la…Sheesh!!!

I scrutinized this reply and I made a conclusion that the opponent was shoving the fault on my shoulders, creating a scene whereby I’m the devious one who altercates with people first and owes him an apology. 

F.Y.I although I get a little irritable at times but I certainly don’t shove blunders at others due to my own unmistakable fault!!!

Double Up Names

I realised I had been calling people’s name by doubling their last syllable of their name. Here are a few examples of my attempts:

It seemed rather retard and I feel like a total imbecile but portion of my brain demands a blast of entertainment of fun after long hours of schooling days.

The Veronicas - In Another Life

I have known you my whole life
When you were ten, you said you'd make me your wife
Eight years later you won me over
Just as I took the world on my shoulders

I got used to living without you
Endless phone calls and dreaming about you
Always said that you were my man to be
But I guess I was in love with your memory

You know I love you, I really do
But I can't fight anymore for you
And I don't know, maybe we'll be together again
Sometime, in another life
In another life

I know I said that I would keep my word
I wished that I could save you from the hurt
But things will never go back to how we were
I'm sorry I can't be your world

You know I love you, I really do
But I can't fight anymore for you
And I don't know, maybe we'll be together again
Sometime, in another life
In another life (another life)

The way you're holding on to me
Makes me feel like I can't breathe
Just let me go, just let me go
It just won't feel right inside
God knows I've tried

You know I love you, you know I do
But I can't fight anymore for you
And I don't know, maybe we'll be together again
Sometime, in another life

In another life, in another life

In another life ...