Don’t Worry

Despite everything, I’m grateful to have a sister who is really good at heart.

New Yet Stationary

With a new timetable, hence I’ll be starting an entire new cycle. No more relaxing days with only Russian & Chemistry to worry; correction no more ‘less relaxing’ days to be frantic about. I’m forcefully bombarded with heaps of subjects like Physics, Biology, Anatomy and of course… several self-proclaimed gibberish subjects like Russian History & Informatics.

It’s like karma, akin to those SPM days when we have EST, Moral & Sejarah? Vapid and doltish all the same.

I spent 6 hours straight watching Chuck on my MacBook last Sunday from the moment I got up at 12PM till 6PM where I hit the sack at intervals till my room mates been telling me that I’m rotting in my humble cave.

Which is fairly good I supposed.

What’s good if staring through the same window everyday with a mundane life? Maybe there’s a need that some meteor or plane with crash through it to have some excitement.

I got so bored I have to show you on adorable the cat on my exercise book was by using Jacq as a faceless model.

Even doodled melting clouds without finishing touch ups of mountains and trees on my Russian book [as usual]

Life can be so boring easily, maybe it’s time that I skip working and enter right into a stage of retirement, but it wouldn’t be worth living for without seeing myself as a plastic surgeon someday. But for now, life get’s to a point where I find it at the most hard to crawl through.

The brat shall tune into his iTunes by Ryan Dan.

Scrapbook

I’ve been crafting a lot lately, more than working my fingers doodling and sketching. Recently Jacq and I decided to make a scrapbook for our Russian teacher. Yes, most of you might be thinking ‘Teachers come and go… why waste time and effort doing all these?’

That’s the point, not many will appreciate a good teacher. For everything they taught, willingly and sincerely.

We bought some really beautiful antique buttons and one of the shop owners gave us extra 2 as presents, trust me you can hardly get shop owners that has great hospitality towards foreigners.

Collected some autumn leaves and did a little immature sewing with lines are curvy as a drunken man driving on the road. Nevertheless it turned out well :)

Intensive course has officially ended last Saturday, which means no more relaxing anymore. I must admit my Russian has improved massively, but now it’s time for a new life… compensating with it is a new hectic timetable with so many subjects.

I think I’ll have to sacrifice my daily afternoon nap.

一个人的脸上有太多的笑 ，
是因为心里有太多的痛， 因为伤了 ，所以伪装

Thanksgiving

Since it's Thanksgiving Day, I would like to randomly scribble down 50 things I'm thankful for. Well, at least I'll T-R-Y to list down 50. All in completely random order.

1. Thank you for introducing God in my life, it completes my imperfect life by changing the way I look at it.

2. Thank you for family. Love & care that is irreplaceable.

3. Thank you for friends. Support and memories that I'll bring them to my grave.

4. Thank you for brain; without you I assumed that I'll be a retard wondering around with no purpose of life.

5. Thank you for phalanges that are well coordinated with my brain enabling me to draw and doodle with all my heart.

6. Thank you for creativity, my life has never been duller and lamer.

7. Thank you for heart. Pumping enough blood so that all body systems works in a well manner.

8. Thank you for cats, accompanying me and and tender my heart with their irresistible cute looks.

9. Thank you for half-boiled eggs, my breakfast for the pass 13 years of life.

10. Thank you for Milo, best beverage ever.

11. Thank you for story telling competition during primary school. I'm confused whether should I be thankful that I'm a dramatic person or not?

12. Thank you for grandparents, for allowing me to tag along with them when they're doing gardening and feeling crops.

13. Thank you for okra or ladies finger, my official favourite vegetable.

14. Thank you for primary school, most of my childhood is built under that roof.

15. Thank you for primary school friends and teachers for fun and laughters we used to have in class.

16. 'Thank you' for Mandarin, it ruined my certificate for the sole and only B i ever get in UPSR, PMR & SPM. A sarcastic thank you.

17. Thank you PBK and Mr. Bhaludin for perfecting my writing skills in Malay language, and partially built up my social life introducing me to so many genius friends.

18. Thank you for this particular 20 cent bubble gum that I used to chew, it taught me how to actually blow a gum. Sadly couldn't recall it's name.

19. Thank you for power rangers, I always liked 'blue' and 'pink' for no idea what reason.

20. Thank you for Sunday School where I used to have fun and competing 'word search' with my cousin.

21. Thank you for dad's car, I can travel to anywhere [well not ANYWHERE, but most places] with a request or maybe sometimes a yell.

22. Thank you for the RM99.90 Batman figures mum and dad bought for me when I was 12, I was once a batman fan.

23. Thank you for secondary school, i practically hated 2 years of my life there.

24. Thank you for the other 3 years in secondary school life, since I finally found some better reason to study there.

25. Thank you for Geography since it was so damn easy I cannot understand how can people not get an A for it during PMR.

26. Thank you for Islamic studies in Sejarah textbook, huge contribution to my my A1 for SPM.

27. Thank you for Moral, a subject.. and in fact.. the O-N-L-Y subject in Malaysia that studies memorise but never practice in real life.

28. Thank you for getting C for my first monthly test in form 4 for almost all the science subjects, it boosted my motivation to study.

29. Thank you for 12 subjects I took for SPM, I learnt how to juggle so many things at once.

30. Thank you for tuition classes because teachers are like embellishments in class, serve no purpose.

31. Thank you for failing to get JPA, I finally found out that I've wasted 11 years of studying and trying to love the government and this is what I got in return.

32. Thank you for Malaysia's education system, it is severely screwed up in both good and bad ways.

33. Thank you for Starbucks, green tea latte is my favourite and will forever be my favourite.

34. Thank you for McDonald's, I used to go there every single week to collect their happy meal gift.

35. Thank you for Calvin & Hoobes, best ever comic series until today.

36. Thank you for television. My companion, now and forever.

37. Thank you for old toys that I spoiled and new ones that I wailed my parents to buy for me when I was little.

38. Thank you for ABC, cheap and better than ice cream!

39. Thank you for fries, smartest junk food to ease any craving.

40. Thank you for Russia, the place where I will build up new memories for the next 6 years.

41. Thank you for awesome room mates Mike, Dennis and ex room mate Abraham! Too much stories to be told I can't possibly summarize all of them here.

42. Thank you for seniors that took cared of me when I'm at my weakest.

43. Thank you for Jesus Embassy (JE), here... I found a new family.

44. Thank you for my batch mates, supportive and crazy and studious; I cannot live without them.

45. Thank you for Lily Chong, a sister so great I can't find any replacement.

46. Thank you for Facebook, where I translate my social life in digital.

47. Thank you for blogger, hence I have this blog.

48. Thank you for 90's era, a time where I was born as a normal child since kids at their 20's are bloody weird and somehow abnormal.

49. Thank you for MacBook Pro, introduced to me a whole new experience that stupid Windows cannot offer.

50. Thank you for myself. Hansley Liew You Sheng.

Tenang

God gives everyone a talent, whether we realised or not. Some maybe hidden, waiting for their time to be discovered. But we should all appreciate what God has given us, and use it wisely to the fullest!

It would be such a waste, like garbage in a dumpster waiting to decay if it is not used efficiently. 

Here's a performance that I managed to record during 'Making New Friends' last Saturday. A song by our rare Indonesian friends who are currently studying in one of the engineering universities in Volgograd. 

Why would I say rare? Cause' according to one of them, they are the only trios from Indonesian who are currently studying here. With such talent, I am so proud and grateful to have them in J.E.

It's really touching and some of us even have tears rolling down our cheeks when they sang this live.  

Russian Doodling

I hope it’s not too late for a Halloween post, well not exactly 100% a Halloween post considering the fact that I drew this during Russian class weeks ago and found it between the pages as I was flipping through my notes to prepare some Russian text.

It was drawn under a text entitled ‘Cитуация/Situation’, each of us were obliged to prepare a short text on how someone was injured/ill and then the process of medical handling and how he was dismissed from a medical institute.

For my case, this fellow suffered from a severe cardio disease and was operated… yadda yadda yadda.

That wasn’t the main point – screw  6 hours of Russian class

Sometimes, I feel like this grumpy, cranky old woman while memorizing Russian cases.

However, Russian is sometimes a fun language, I find myself enjoying Russian very much sometimes especially when given such an awesome Russian teacher.

Yes, learning languages maybe straining and tiring; but Russian is so rich and it’s complexity is further enhanced to an extend that no other languages can be compared to it.

I scribbled a lot during lessons and often Mdm. Valentina will go “Class, you all must study Russian well… just like the caricatures that Hansley drew. All with big heads and big brains!”

No wonder my Russian book is filled with drawings - Кей, как вы в Сиэтле?

Sparks Fly

Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby
As the lights go down
Something that'll haunt me when you're not around
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

I’ve been listening to this song ‘Sparks Fly’ by Taylor Swift since forever. I replayed it, purposely shuffling my songs and hitting the [next] icon on iTunes over a million times hoping that this song will appear or simply replaying it over and over again on my iPod.

I mean, who owns such brilliance and fantasy in writing such touching lyrics?

Like those amazing love stories happened in Paris; no idea why does it always have to be Paris when it comes to love. It gives me the feeling that everyone there is madly passionate and committing to love!

Someday… I’ll visit Paris.

A Knot

I’ve always been inspired by the words and countless encouragement by a friend of mine. Talented in any aspect you can think of, especially when he’s on the keyboard singing his voice out.

Here’s a song written by Akin for ‘Making New Friends’.

There's a knot tying us together
This is the fort where we we're safe with one another
We've got the Lord loving us forever
Then you and me friends who love each other.

I want you to know that in JE we care
We'll be there when the going gets tough
When there's no more strength to go on
We'll be there lending a shoulder
'Cos you and me are family

Ties & Bowties

So much folding, so much cutting, so much origami making and so much decorating, finally Mike, Jacqueline & myself managed to finished up hundreds of ties and bowties for ‘Making New Friends’ event. I offer my utmost gratitude to these two friends of mine for lending their helping hand, couldn’t get them done without you guys.

Recalling what’s been piling up recently. ‘Piling up’, that’s how things work in our lives. If we’re lucky, we might wake up from a side of the bed where good things just shower on you; and vice versa. It takes a short period of patience to deal and endure with it.

It takes endless ‘piling up’ in order to learn a lesson. After countless accounts, we learn to appreciate and express gratitude and not take things for granted.

There’s no short cut, patience and lots of ‘piling up’. Just like making origami ties and bowties, it takes loads of them to fill a stunning room and create ambience to please the eyes of audience. 

Everything needs ‘piling up’, so start yours today by ‘piling up’ something good.

Typical Rage Post

I'm fraughting to create a strong physical duress for myself because life suck so much lately. Yes, once again I'm sunk in this pessimistic world of mine complaining how terrible life is lately. Chemistry test just came in at the worst time ever, along with church decoration to juggle and the list stretches on.

It's like all the positivity has been literally sucked away at this very moment and I'm blaming on the most basic, minor thing I can find maybe in the dustbin or wherever that I'm only given 24 hours a day. 

Maybe self imaginary torment heals one's soul? 

Fancy myself with a blade or spear piercing every organ I can find just to release rage, it's like imaginary suicidal but not exactly what I crave for. It's sinful and I do not want to pave my way all the way to hell. However, sometimes.. just sometimes... I want to leave everything and just sleep till there's no tomorrow.

Everyone must be wanting to give me the 'parent' or 'friend' talk which I swear, I'll ignore because I believe everyone deserves a chance to fret and rot in grief. 

It's the matter of how willing they are. Me, personally I choose to pour out everything with my actions and the power of the human brand.

I'll mentally imagine myself with an imaginary 50 pound hammer [not even sure I can carry it or not, but who cares] and slamming anyone that is against my way. Works perfectly while waiting for the toilet with a full bladder; I imagine myself slamming this imaginary hammer onto a person while urinating.

Or maybe... Shit! I was supposed to imagine of something violent until I recalled scenes from 'Saw' and now elevating the deviousness in me and it freaks me out.

Damn, this brat can be so evil at times. Not always... but at times. I rephrase "not always evil, at times."

Double the shitness, especially when I have intense pain after dental scaling and air-flow. Thank goodness, I earned seaweed soup from Eelin. 

It's only a temporary downfall I hope.

After reading this blog post, I can guarantee people will go on panicking and frantic as if apocalypse is approaching. Save all the paranoia because it's just another shitty day for this brat.

It's not like he's going to murder someone or loose his mind and end up crazy since he has so much plans in the future, worrying will only add the burden he's currently having. Why am I typing on behalf of him? Well, there's another Hansley Liew living in the current one and I'm here to speak for his thoughts.

It's awfully weird feeling insane and mad at the same time.

Anger

“But now you must rid yourselves of all such things as these: anger, rage, malice, slander, and filthy language from your lips” Colossians 3:8

Today I experience one hell of a moment with my Russian lecturer; I’m beginning or I am in full certainty to doubt her professionalism as a lecturer herself. I may only be a typical university student seeking from knowledge and stop jabbering to be about: “No matter what… she’s your teacher.. you must respect her” that sort of shit.

It is all only a surplus of [in my terminology] philosophy that I'm govern to ignore instantaneously.

My previous Russian lecturer during my previous semester was all inspiring, patient and treats everyone just like her own children. Honestly I’ve learned heaps from her, from those written and not written in a textbook.

Consider myself unlucky perhaps, that my group was given this lecturer. Totally changed my view towards a teacher’s job. It’s certainly NOT easy to be a teacher, what more to say… a good & respected teacher.

Thank God I have Dennis Boon to pour the overpowering profanities.

May this verse accompany me in my sleep, to rest off my anger experienced today. I assume that Friday is going to one hell of another historical day.

Side note: Fries and strawberry ice-cream with real juicy strawberries works perfectly well on a day of rage.

Glee - Teenage Dream

So gay but so freaking awesome. This is what I call a morning boost.

Beats Zanmai

I couldn’t imagine how great is ‘Sushi Zanmai’ though most of my friends claimed that it’s to die for, when I have Yakitoria around.

Good sushi never fails to heal any broken soul, but sadly it creates a massive addiction. Clearly I will miss Yakitoria the most if I graduate from Russia cause’ there is no Japanese outlet better than this.

Decided to try on their ramen since I never tried one here before - Pork ramen

  

Our next sushi session, we’ll drag Khor Leet Liang along since this sad evil person never been there despite studying in Russia for 2 years already.

Jenny Humphrey

 How can Taylor Momsen/Jenny Humphrey be such a bitch but massively cool in her gothic barbie way.

Sometimes bitches can be so much more entertaining than watching Blair & Chuck together, as for Serena… someone please flush her down the toilet bowl.

Living My Life

It’s best to cuddle on the bed, chit chatting with a bunch of buddies almost about everything and worrying about absolutely nothing; as if the world as stop rotating on it’s axis. 

Even better if offered a ‘char siew pau’ especially in this frosted, gelid land of Russia. A moment so simple but yet merely impossible to achieve.

I’m living the best of life even though some situations are not in my very own control, sometimes I stumble and fall and there are times where I just sink deeply.

However, far away from my beloved parents… I find family. Friends I consider them as part of my family, like musical notes that I lined them up in sheets despite not knowing a single bit of knowledge about them, but yet can play a fine, alluring song.

I was telling my sis: “Lily I want to just study here and never graduate cause’ I have too many awesome people around me now.”

I’m learning to love the life I have, not the life I wish I had. I wish moments like this last forever.

Rhetorical Statuses

We tend to be at out most so called sensitive or conscious state whenever we stumbled upon our friends’ or acquaintances’ problems; and the reason why I’m determined to use the verb ‘stumble’ shows how publically it’s shown. E.g. Facebook or Twitter.

It’s not surprising how we can endlessly scroll and hit the [refresh] button just to be curious about everyone’s live feeds. Inquisitive but yet it’s only an element occurring on the surface, attenuated and serve no purpose.

 

Emo desperate for boyfriend girl 91 You don’t have to care for me anymore. We are OVER!!!

 

I’m sure statuses like this are not as scarce as hen’s teeth, here’s a sudden moment of monotony: “Breaking up soon I see?” and it normally ends with a wicked silent giggle.

 

Pathetic injured douchebag Injured my spine, lying in the hospital with obese nurses with bad B.O FML 

 

Hah! My apologies, obviously couldn’t help it but to burst out a loud chuckle! Next thing… is to wonder around my optical mouse and click [Like]. Yes, we tend to ‘like’ it more when catastrophes happened to out friends. Maybe not we but me, yes I admit… there is a mild evilness that has been rooted in me; just waiting for it to be cleansed.

 

Madly in love drunken girl I LOVE MY BOYFIIEEEE SOO MUCHIE. MUAXX MUAXX

 

*Inserts snorlax look* It’s a bummer that Facebook doesn’t have a [Dislike] button or else I’ll probably hit on it a million times. Love drunken couples sharing their love and kisses publically as if people do not know they’re madly together. Salivating over one another. Why not make porn and sex scenes instead?

So which category do you people belong do in my list of rhetorical statuses?

Love, Carved

Loving is when you just want the best for that person whether it includes you or not…

It’s not having the perfect relationship, but it’s finding someone who matches you and go through everything without giving up.

It’s finding the one you can be yourself in front of. Someone that you can share anything with.

4 Days Hols

4 days of holidays just ended, didn’t managed to get everything on my list done. Valentine asked me what I did during the holidays during Russian class and I recalling mentioning “sleeping, waking up earliest at 1 & watching ‘Master Chef & Chuck” repeatedly over a gazillion times.

Day 1: Bought the best bread and bragged about it on Skype with a buddy

Day 2: Deepavali with no curry but McDonalds’ with 2 guys and a girl discussing over an idiot

Day 3: Disliked the feeling of not given enough confidence when someone handed me a job

Day 4: Pulled myself through over procrastinated work

It’s good being productively unproductive *raised eye brows* and like how I normally answer Lily Chongie Pengie: “I love being a sloth" with a huge smile.

If you do not have any of the above album in your playlist, you suck… bad time.

Creativity In Every Genius

Eyes, each of a pair of globular organs in the head through which people and vertebrate animals. Everyone with visible sight owns a pair, the question lies on how we utilize or how well they are developed.

I used to imagine a world where the genius stands, the one and only omnipotent group of people with high intellectual and analytical skills. In the process, I discovered another side of me; another part eagerly wanting to express myself avidly. It’s all abstract, conceptual and metaphysical; it’s called art.

Personally I believe that everyone can be quick-witted and intelligent, but not everyone can have the ability to be creative and artistic.

Like drawing a straight tangent line or a cosine curve playing around Trigonometry while imagining a any stroke blooming from the tip of you pen, sketching and slowly pacing up the inner sense of art; that’s what I prefer. It’s all connected, we just need to express it to the fullest.

Why live life the straight way when we can walk the aisles and taking winding routes, climbing mountains and swimming over oceans or even whirlpools. It’s filled with creativity like what Einstein said:

”Creativity is more important than knowledge.”

Charlie St. Cloud

 

We'll always be brothers?

Promise? Everyday? Come rain or shine, come hell or high water?

Connection Failed

This is a blogger’s, Facebooker’s and Twitterwhore’s nightmare.

I’ll be dead for the next four days holidays, ironic isn’t it? Dead due to pressure studying and dead due to sleep overdose. 4 days to complete my procrastinated work done!

Master Chef, Chemistry lecture notes, soda milk, peanut butter & Tenth Avenue North – Blend that down.

No Monday Blues

It sounded like a moment that could carry out momentousness and of great significance; but ironically no. I had an amazing Saturday thanks to my God up there. Russian class went out smoothly so does Chemistry; including an unexpected double control test from Lisina Svetlana.

Hope that I can get a double 5 like catching a glimpse of a double rainbow?

I settled myself down to get my invitation card designs done, uttering to myself that this should not be a difficult job. Layering, editing, gradients and brushes on Photoshop should work like a breeze. But apparently it was chaotic; trial version ended and keygens failed to carry out their purpose.

From scratch, I downloaded some other alternative software, less impressive however managed to get the job done. It worth hours of clicking and dragging and endless editing, yet they were only simple invitation cards for church events. I still have a pending list to scrap off one by one.

I listened to a friend sharing some inner feelings that’s been bothering and pestering around; never knew that receiving a thank you text message from listening would generate such great warmth.

I feel like a human being. 

Anticipating the few days of holidays this week. Now to take time to work on my fingers, brain and heart.

I found my friend who I can pour rants and gripes with no language restriction like *inserts crude and course language*