Packed Weekends

My weekends have been all packed until I barely have time to even blog about it, okay maybe I was procrastinating. Imagine digging through my drawers searching for my Nokia USB cable and Canon cable in order to transfer pictures? It's really irritating and tiring concurrently.

This was supposed to be posted on my semi-corpse blog approximately a week ago but then since lethargy stoke in, I shall crammed everything that happened on my weekends into one post. Even my words seemed to exhibit suffocation between the glutted sentences and images.

Events happened on Sunday week ago:

Tagged along with Vainny and her Curtin friends, Melvin and Kip Loong to tHe Spring, until I realised it has a third floor…finally. Alas! MBO cinema and K-Box wasn’t officially open yet as they have scheduled earlier before. Typical Malaysian culture – remind me to be punctual next time.

Headed to Boulevard after that with Vainny and once A-G-A-I-N, we ate at Sushi King. Mind you, I only had a plate of Chuka IIdako [ Vainny’s must-order baby octopus ] and a kettle of green tea. It’s not an exaggeration to say a ‘kettle’ because we indeed drank almost a kettle of green tea. What do you expect, it’s free what!

Found this amazing book for in Popular, now everyone can date Paris Hilton or even… bed with her! >.<

Events happened last Sunday:

Fully utilised the one week holiday to catch up with fellow friends who came back for holidays. Had this spicy chicken chop noodles [ totally forgotten the name, so I spontaneously renamed it ] at After Three. Chong still owes me my ‘Qing Liang Bing’ !!!

… and also this scrumptious sliced beef baked cheese rice I had at Kimbay with Amy. I have no idea why food seemed to be the main subject instead of taking pictures with my friends, wait I do have a picture with my awkward smile somewhere here.

Randomly bumped into Amanda Voon at MPH, specifically reading books from the romance section and also finally met up with best buddy Jemuel after not seeing for half a year!

Family breakfast after church at a coffee shop around Ban Hock and met Rhema for the fourth time in a row with her family as well.

Sent Vainny to the airport for her departure to Miri and at the same day picked up grandparents and cousins back from vacation. We bumped into a group of ‘soil people’ and numerous a ‘smuk’ wearing fluorescent pink tee with huge white framed sunglasses at the waiting hall – sounds pretty gay-ish for a guy to have such attire.

Side note: Noticed the Italic terminologies used in my blog and wondering what do they mean? Well, Vainny and I had been creating & improvising new slangs and I ain’t sharing :) Call this innovation

Feel the Raw Naked Hansley of the Road

I was really busy for the past few days, procrastinating maybe but still burdened with a heavy weight of things to settled. If only my imaginary blog drafts can be transfered to blogger automatically via [ inserts professional science-ish term ] then I'll be blogging like crazy.

I'll blog about the details SOON, I hope. At the mean time, I shall do a tag from Kay for the sake of waking up my dead blog.

Go to: http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi

Put your name in, and generate slogan after each question.

Tag 20 people including me.

1. What do you say to yourself every morning?
Hansley: The other white meat

2. What do you want other people to say about you?
Cuts Hansley time in half

3. Someone asked you out, your answer is…
Challenge Hansley [ WOA!! ]

4. How would you answer a booty call?
Dude! You're getting a Hansley!

5. How would you introduce yourself to someone you really like?

For mash, get Hansley.

6. To someone you dislike?
Simple impartial Hansley.

7. You’re in a conversation and you suddenly feel the need to pee, how would you excuse yourself?
And because all the ladies love Hansley. [ LOL ]

8. Your parents ask you why you got home late, you say…
The biggest Hansley pennies can buy. [ Slaps self ]

9. You’re failing a subject, you say…
Cleans right round the Hansley.

10. The love of your life asks you to marry him/her, what do you say?
Come see the softer side of Hansley.

11. Your bf/gf is breaking up with you, you tell him/her…
Let the Hansley begin

12. Someone told you you’re an asshole, you tell them…
Fill it to the rim with Hansley

13. What are the best words to describe you?
The world's favourite Hansley ^__^

14. If you’re going to have a movie about your life, the title is…
Hansley makes everything better. [ Am I awesome or what?! ]

15. Your last words before you die…
There's first love, and there's Hansley love.

16. Your message to a special someone..
The home of Hansley.

17. Title of this post will be…
Feel the raw naked Hansley of the road. [ Muahahahhaha ]

I shall tag:

*insert names of 20 people*

#1 Bernard Ho & His Monster Girlfriend

Being exorbitantly bored internet service due to electricity breakdown for 7 bloody hours, I kepy myself alive and doodled my very first comic strip which consists of only 2 pictures and 2 caricatures.

Bernard Ho & His Monster Girlfriend

Who’s next?

Spontaneous

Sometimes we homo sapiens need to balance our wearied brain or even put rest it to an inactivity state. Delete all brainstorming, organizing, advance preparation actions and allow things to concur. Spontaneous for the win! Which was exactly what I did today.

# Woke up as early as 10.10AM without getting sucked into my bed once again when I slept at 4AM last night - Spontaneous

# Googled some random Russian passage and attempted to read it - Spontaneous

# Made pancakes for ostensibly breakfast during lunch time - Spontaneous

# Called mum at school and prepared spaghetti for lunch when I already prepared rice, tofu soup and tomato chicken - Spontaneous

# Liked Blackberry after I came across some promotion at the papers and hated right after I finished reading when I realised it's disfigurement - Spontaneous

# Sent message to friends when everyone's appearing online on MSN - Spontaneous

# Allowed Kikuri [ my cat ] slept on my pillow instead of her own cushion for the whole afternoon, which I NEVER allowed so - Spontaneous

# Replied a ridiculously short text message from an acquaintance whom I speak less than 5 words after 3 years in the same class for the first time that said 'R u free?' - Spontaneous

# Watched some brand new Cantonese series and skipped straight to episode 6 - Spontaneous

# Some thought bolted into my mind asking me to do blond highlights on my hair with a piercing on my left ear - Spontaneous

# Stopped halfway between Cantonese soap opera just to stream Naruto Shippuden 2: Kizuna, amazingly finished it - Spontaneous

# Took a 10 minute nap instead of the regular one hour snooze - Spontaneous

# Marked mum's question papers and came across a girl by the name 'Princess' - Spontaneous

# Youtubed half a dozen episodes of 'The Nanny' with Bloomberg jabbering at the same time - Spontaneous

# Speed-doodled a caricature of myself holding a bomb at 3AM- Spontaneous

# Update my blog with this inanely retarded post - Spontaneous

# Sleep at 4.30AM - NOT spontaneous

# Uploaded caricature that was doodled in less than 10 minutes - Spontaneous

Girl Acting Smart

Somehow I wonder, why are MOST 12 year old kids extremely obnoxious and loathsome! They are only a step ahead into being an adolescent, which is definitely the most important period of their entire lives and they already developed such despicable and awful behavior.

Here's a chat I had with so far the most snobbish, stuck-up, egotistic, pretentious [ and the list of synonyms stretches on ] 12 year old girl I've ever met in the entire universe.

Girl : Eh, what did you get for you UPSR last time? [ to some people this may sound familiar ]

Me : Errr.. 6A 1B = ="

Girl : Oh! You know I got all 5 A's for my trial exam?

Me : So??

* after a long silence *

Girl : You studied for UPSR or not?

Me : Of course! Everyone studies for public exam.

Girl : You know... our school's motivator said we don't need to study for UPSR if we understand. [ I assumed the so called motivator must be a dopey, moronic and a total imbecile ]

Me : Oh really?

Girl : Yes, that’s what he told us. If we’re smart enough… don’t need to study much.

Girl's mum : You don't act smart and be overconfident, what type of motivator is that??

Girl : * Rage building up once more* REALLY!!! He said only need to study 15 minutes if we understand, and of course mostly I know so I don't need to study larh!!!

Me : ^__^

Don't you worry, I'll keep everyone informed of her UPSR result since she is... smart. By the way, don’t study if you think that you’re smart. That’s what the so called lecturer declared. 

Anime Sketch

Sketched this anime behind my Russian reference book last week, noticed the slightly faded traces of wordings.

Still need to work more on fingers and clothing lines, satisfied with the facial expression and hair though. Initially I was attempting to sketch Shana from Shakugan No Shana, but lastly it ended up like some random school girl.

Last Russian Class

After 100 hours if intensive foreign language training, I passed my basic Russian language after the final evaluation last Friday. Looking forward to get my certificate and making my first step conversing with the Russian community.

It has been inevitably memorable experience learning Russian; all the tongue twisting pronouncing moments, I fell back in time being a toddler once again when I first began to talk. Everyone was like a retard in class, trust me.

 

 

We had a photo shooting session with my Russian Lecturer, Mdm Olga [ from left: Jaqueline Tham, Carmen Tham, Mdm. Olga, Abraham, Goldon & myself ]

 

Mdm. Olga and I

 

Everyone received a piece of postcard of Tomsk City, Siberia which was Mdm. Olga’s hometown. Allow me to translate : ‘Hansley, from Mdm. Olga your first Russian teacher. I wish you all the best, hope that you’ll be a good and happy doctor. All the best!’ the one with the ‘X’ symbol is my name by the way, spelled in Russian alphabets.

 

 

I managed to sketch a simple picture with everyone’s avatar in it as a present to my lecturer!

Mad Mon

I was in a clinic this morning to get the rest of medical check up done. Due to this pandemic swine flu, I did became a paranoid and put on a mask which to my surprise... I was apparently the only one in that particular clinic wearing a mask. I saw an empty spot next to this cooper haired lady with thick make up and some flowery 'Ah Ma' dress and decided to sit next to her, and goodness you should see the way she reacted! Simultaneously once I placed my butt on the chair she actually shifted a few inches away from me, staring at me vigilantly as if I'm a H1N1 carrier.

Speak for herself, I bet under those extremely thick make up lies fine lines, wrinkles and clusters of dark spots. I too should stare at her meticulously like some psychopathic maniac. But then, her make up was too thick it maybe be bullet proof.

The nurse called me and informed me the date to return and take my full medical report, and out of the blue in the middle of my conversation that same copper haired old bitch interrupted: "Eh miss ! Miss! " Was it hard cheese or what?! Her AGAIN?!

*Glared at copper haired bitch* and retorted "EXCUSE ME"

*Copper haired bitch walks back sulkily*

Who cares? As long as it shooed her away ^__^

Haze & Medication

My immune system has drastically dropped to a critical level; the previous omnipotent high fever is fortunately gone however it left behind this irksome sore throat and nonstop coughing.

No doubt about me being skeptical regarding the prevention and hygiene a mask can do if one wears it wherever he/she goes. How microscopically minute is the size of a swine flu virus anyway? Bigger than those tiny holes on safety masks or smaller? Even Mr. Swine itself is capable of answering such preposterous question. Since it was highly emphasized by various Medias, I shall transmute myself into a donkey and do so.

Even cough syrup comes in bright exotic colours!

To rebuild my immune system, I’m taking a list of daily medications. Let me stretch it out, vitamin C pills, cod’s liver oil, multi-vitamin tablets and cough syrup. Somehow, I feel so drugged by all these medications.

I went to Book Castle last Saturday night, alas! It was just about to close by the moment I reached there. Apparently it closes as early as 7PM every night, what a bummer. Thus, decided to take the early ride and visit the similar shop the next day; this time… being additionally early I went there in the afternoon.

Thank goodness I was in time and managed to get Cross by James Patterson for an incredibly low price of RM10!

Happy Birthday Vivi Nelson [ 13th August ]

Sick Note

Nice painting of 'Heat' retrieved from the internet

The weather made it's statement, all loud and clear so that people from all walks of life can hear it scream. From sky to sky the sole thing that kept on moving is the sun. Standing mightily right on top in the centre of the sky, shooting it's flaming rays in all directions. The land is fiercely bleached in the menacing sun.

I might be suffering from brain damage, it's excruciatingly hot and uneasy for me to even begin my post; what more to say in such a poetic way. By some means I was inspired to do so. For those who kept track with me, I've been literally ill for the past few days. Blame on this merciless weather for causing my high fever and tormenting headache. I wasn't being able to get up from up due to the intense giddiness I suffered, everything was spinning in circles vigorously. It was like all delusional but agonizing at the same time.

Unfortunately, this illness is a formidable opponent that I failed to overthrown within a day and finally I had to skip class for a day. Feeling guilty and certainly remorse over the lessons I would left behind and fretful about the truckload of work I need to catch up. I was wrapped in my comforter akin to a cocoon all day long despite how bloody hot the weather is outside.

I didn't actually measure my body temperature but I can ensure that I could have melted the thermometer; by physical contact I think I may even scorch someone's epidermis. It was really hot, my whole body was boiling. I feared so much that I might suffer from brain damage, or even get affected by the recent epidemic that is currently spreading like wildfire - H1N1. It sent chills to down my spine, seriously.

After receiving proper medication and not to forget adequate rest, I am currently recovering at a dismayingly slow pace. I still have sore throat and slight influenza along with a dry cough. Sleeping is actually the best remedy to most sickness, I slept at 8PM that night and woke up only around 12PM the next day. I did find it difficult to sleep in tranquil through the night but still... physically I was being already dead.

I guess this is the pinnacle of this hot weather - to blaze and scorch everyone in the this country. Getting sick is the newest trend now! Have you got yours today?

Fruit

The fruit of silence is PRAYER

The fruit if prayer is FAITH
The fruit of faith is LOVE
The fruit of love is SERVICE
The fruit of service is PEACE

Adapted from "A Simple Path" by Mother Theresa

Translator App

I'm sure any random iPhone or Blackberry user can easily install translation application in their phones. I mean, it's true that they can access and download millions of cool applications and widgets just by their finger tips. Well, to all Nokia users... there is no need for us to feel disconsolate or dismayed because Symbian offers a myriad of fantastic free applications as well!
 
Recently, I managed to install Oxford English-Russian Translator App in my phone!

It works wonders, I simply type in any single English word and tada...! It will be translated automatically. The amazing thing is, it also comes with phonetics just in case we got our tongues twisted having no slight idea how to pronounce it. Not forgetting to check out the professional detailed explanations. I find this one of my most-used applications.

Russian Language classes has been a ton lighter, efficiently minimise the probability or making spelling errors during class presentations or essays.

By the way, my previous rubber casing was severely damaged due to my *ahem* brutality and barbarianism. Dear cousin got me this one after she came back from Curtin, it's tighter and thinner with a better grip. Just hoping that it will at least last more than 6 months because the previous rubber casing's lifespan was only 5 months. =]