Wednesday, 30 July 2008
A Text!!
Monday, 21 July 2008
Vanessa Carlton - Hands On Me
I first saw you at the video exchange
I know my heart and it will never change
This temp work would be alright if you'd call me
You'd call me
I lay awake at night for you
And I pray
We'd cross the deepest oceans
Cargo across the sea
And if you don't believe me
Just put your hands on me
And all the constellations
Shine down for us to see
And if you don't believe me
Just put your hands on me
The subway radiates with heat
We've barely met and still I cross the street to your door
We'd cross the deepest oceans
Cargo across the sea
And if you don't believe me
Just put your hands on me
And all the constellations
Shine down for us to see
And if you don't believe me
Just put your hands on me
Someday when our stories are told
They'll tell of a love like this
When our descendents are all growing old
1,000 years they'll be singing
Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah, nah, nah
We'll climb Tibetan mountains
Where we can barely breathe
I'll see the Dali Lama
I'll feel him blessing me
And all the constellations
Shine down for us to see
And if you don't believe me
Just put your hands on me
Your hands on me...
First saw you at the video exchange
Saturday, 19 July 2008
Seraphina Off To Curtin
Friday, 18 July 2008
Coding Matter
MY BLOG IS GETTING BORED STIFF LIKE A PUTRID FISH.
Eager and keen, I removed my xhtml codes and replace them with a new one without even previewing it.
I click on [save template] and [confirm and save] finally a click the link on the address bar to have a view on my blog.
DRAWS DROP WITH ENDLESS GRIPES AND COMPLAINS FLOWING ENDLESSLY.
The effects and layout didn’t turn out to be the ones I wanted; it was ravenously hideous and dreadful.
Thumbnails can be deceiving at a certain state.
I moved my cursor to the [edit html] to do some coding editing.
ALAS!!
ALL I GET WAS AN INFORMATION BAR STATING THAT THE CODES WERE INVALID AND UNABLE TO PREVIEW.
In other words, I have to dig through my previously blogger layout codes and replace it once more.
MADNESS BUILDING
Extra time and determination will be required as I edit the codes PATIENTLY…
Thus, I declare that code editing requires much patience and perseverance.
Hansley’s blog is currently under construction.
Sunday, 13 July 2008
Happenings
I finished watching Bring It On series on DVDs from my cousin.
I actually watch Dexter’s Laboratory at Diana’s place before we left for BM tuition at PBK. Animated thick lined caricatures on Cartoon Network used to be my favourite cartoon programmes. I bumped into Ivy in the entrance to my room; imagine bumping into her for only the second time even though we attended class for the same time throughout the year. This situation is akin to digging up a gold coin in a bag filled with silver coins. Mr Bhaludin won’t be around for a week or 2, attending his sons’ convocation in University of Cambridge in Medic and University of Nottingham. *Inserting all the envious gestures and astounded noises from the whole class*. Another teacher took over his class, drowsiness emerged and soon I transmute into a hibernating lethargic being with imaginary toothpicks between my eye balls.
I went to MPH to get some books, I was ecstatic when I saw the book The Host by Stephenie Meyer under 15% discount. The original price was RM61.90, and I could save RM9.28!!!! But dad put on “the face” showing a great deal of disapproval as I drag him to see the book. Sadly, I spent over a hundred last month buying Twilight Saga series, plus another sum of money pre-ordering the forth book, Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer. With much despair and misery I had to cut that particular book from my list.
We strolled along the 1st floor having our typical son to father conversation since mum wasn’t around, or else I would just tag along with mum into Padini Concepts or MNG. This was the exact moment Timothy called me!!! My cerebrum was lodged and obviously my nervous system was unable to function well after meeting him in person for the first time. Gleefully I did say “Hi” with another ordinary gesture to greet anyone… I was far too embarrassed to open my mouth to talk to someone whom I normally chat through instant messaging. God allows us to play a game of fate by giving me a golden opportunity to know someone this great.
Monday, 7 July 2008
Post On Additional Maths
I arrived home and dad gave me a new calculator, Casio fx-570 ES. No doubt it has advance functions compared to my previous model but it takes effort and time to manipulate the functions. The contrast adjusting was rather cool I think. Trigonometry used to be the topic that I loved the most. However, since everyone is improving drastically I seemed to be tumbled down from my top position is solving questions regarding Trigonometry; same goes with Integration. My skill in proving and solving undergoes degeneration. Meaning, additional time is required to bury myself under Additional Maths exercises. My sorrow drags along with 2 killing chapters of Probability and previous topics like Vectors. I find that I'm always apposing everyone who prefers Vectors compared to myself Trigonometry and Integration.
Proactive mechanism is needed to regain my skills in this subject.
Saturday, 5 July 2008
How Much Greed Do You Have?
Your Greed Quotient: 57% |
You are somewhat greedy, but your greed is probably a healthy motivator. Wanting nice things is normal, as long as it doesn't take over your life. |
Man With Iphone In Hui Sing
Cacophonous noises caused ear drums to wrecked since I was sleeping in Aunt Stella's living room (I overnight at her place for the weekend). Amazingly I created a world record by waking up as early as 6.30 am on a Saturday. Sigh~ Obviously Seraphina and I were hurling madness and grump as Aunt Stella had to bring cousin Kevin to primary school for replacement class. Talking about nerd-study conscious primary level students in the present era. I had my early breakfast in Hui Sing before my Chemistry replacement class starts at 9.00 am. In the process of devouring my plate of Cantonese noodles, my cousin and I caught sight of a typical individual in his late 50's with a Fila tee moving his fingers on a wide screen gadget in a leather case. Scepticism arose whether it was an Iphone or any archetypal PDA based on our inference. After sheer of meticulous observations we discovered it is indeed 100% an Iphone. Noticed that the market price of an Iphone in Malaysia would be approximately RM2499. I was green with envy. I concluded that the number of Iphone users in Kuching is fairly escalating.I continue my day by attending Chemistry class at 9.00am and Art class at 2.00pm. A fusion of science and art to exercise and balance my tortured brain corpuscle.
Friday, 4 July 2008
Anger Management
I arrived at school and drop my head straight onto my sling bag to have a snooze since I slept extremely late the previous night. My history teacher mocked me for being an emo rock star due to my “styled” hair that boomed all up plus my panda eyes and eye bags. I was overly sleepy.
My moral teacher wasn’t in her good mood thus she pour endless complains and griped almost the whole period during moral lesson. My expression was numb and all her crap words simply faded away as it approached my ear drums. This situation is similar to a ferocious bull dog that barks for no particular reason wasting saliva.
I went on steaming hot like a time bomb when my moral teacher told me to participate in the story telling competition held by our school for English Week. Obviously I refused to join in since SPM Trial examinations are around the corner and I simply couldn’t waste much time rehearsing and practicing English texts. Besides I scarcely remembered the skills for story telling since the last time I took part was in primary 6. Boo-hoo!!! I now faced an inexorable obligation which brings more loathsomeness to my moral teacher.
My brain dropped dead as my Additional Maths teacher gave us exercises on Chapter 1: Progression. Cerebral damaged can affect the intelligence of an individual’s mind. I faced boredom and rage during Add Maths class while the police cadets were preoccupied mastering skills on a M16 for shooting competition. How irony.
A morning filled with unpleasantness is sufficient to rupture my brain cells. Next I faced a bad hair day after visiting the barber. I declared clearly to layer down my hair but instead she trimmed my hair overly short. I went on maddening monotonously.
My complains do not end in a short post. In Chemistry class, Madam Story gave us a short test on Chapter 4: Thermochemistry. Overconfident, I finished the paper in less than an hour and ended up getting only 94% whereas there are people who actually scored 99%.
I’M DESPERATELY IN NEED FOR PSYCOLOGY CONSULTANCE AND ANGER MANAGEMENT.
