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Monday, August 20, 2007
That's Audrey Hepburn with Moon River for you, ladies and gentlemen. I grew up listening to this song sung by Andy Williams but still love both version until this very day.
with this tone of voice, i sounded (with great resemblance, I think) like Gary Lightbody, singing Signal Fire. Haha... yeah, right!
I caught the flu last night. Woke up this morning with a running nose, 'emphasized' by the morning rain and the very, very angry, afternoon sun. The good news is I've finished HP and The Half Blood Prince around 6 this evening. Can't wait for the 'expected-to-be-spoiled' movie of that book which, I believe, will be coming out next year.
Harry:"Yes" Snape:"Yes, SIR" Harry:"There's no need to call me 'sir,' Professor."
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Thursday, August 09, 2007
Opened up my morning Internet cruising with some funny yet clever stuff...
"Dr. Schambaugh, of the University of Oklahoma School of Chemical Engineering,
Final Examination question for May of 1997.
Dr. Schambaugh is known for asking questions such as, "Why do aeroplanes fly?" on his final exams. His one and only final exam question in May 1997 for his Momentum, Heat and Mass Transfer II Class was: "Is hell exothermic or endothermic? Support your answer with proof. "
Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following: "First, We postulate that if souls exist, then they must have some mass. If they do, then a mole of souls can also have a mass. So, at what rate are souls moving into hell and at what rate are souls leaving? I think we can safely assume that once a soul gets to hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for souls entering hell, let's look at different religions that exist in the world today. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, then you will go to hell. Since there are more than one of these religions and people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all people and souls go to hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in hell to increase exponentially. Now we look at the rate of change in volume in hell. Boyle's law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in hell to stay the same, the ratio of the mass of souls and volume of souls needs to stay constant. Two options exist: 1. If hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter hell, then the temperature and pressure in hell will increase until all hell breaks loose. 2. If hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until hell freezes over. So which is it? If we accept the quote given to me by Theresa Manyan during Freshman year, that "it will be cold night in hell before I sleep with you" and take account the fact that I still have NOT succeeded in having sexual relations with her, the Option 2 cannot be true... Thus hell is exothermic. "
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Monday, August 06, 2007
Finally the 4-day reading of "The Deathly Hallows" ended by "All was well." Now, right now, I'm on my major attempt to read all the Harry Potter books backward (from 6 to 1) which, from what I've seen so far, have at least 700++ pages each.
Update: Hah! I've just found an e-book link to Book 1 until Book 6. 2000++ pages! That surely gonna burn my retina.
So, why bother reading book 1 to 6 anymore if I've already known the ending? Right... it's so much fun reading, that's why! The sense of excitement and thrill of wanting to know what will come up next when your eyes caught the next paragraph after the other. J.K.Rowling is really a genius - enuff said!
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Thursday, August 02, 2007
A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck. The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital.
Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery & saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, "Daddy,I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?" The father went home & committed suicide.
Regrets, regrets, that might be the main reason why humans wanted to create Time Machines, so they could undo things that they've regretted doing. Let bygones be bygones? I don't think everybody can cope with that...
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Wednesday, August 01, 2007
The cup is not half empty as pessimists say As far as he's sees, nothing's left in the cup A whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge Since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up
A singer, a writer, he's not dreaming now of going nowhere He gave heed to nothing, and all that he was.... Is just a tragedy
So he voyages in circles Succeeds getting nowhere And submits to the substance That first got him there
Then in violent, frustration, he cries out to God or just no one Is there a point to this madness and all that he was.... Is just a tragedy
He feels alone His heart in his hand He's alone He feels alone I feel....
Then on that last day he breaks And he stood tall And he yelled... and he takes his life
Baru abis tgk "Crying Out Love,In The Center Of The World" - filem yang diadaptasi oleh "My Girl And I" - walaupun plot lebih kurang sama, penyakit girl tu pun sama, tapi masing2 ada elemen kesedihan yang unik (probably caused by a death of a cute girl & kesungguhan boyfrennya yang kurang hensem tapi willing to give everything utk awek dia). Bagi aku, Cha Tae Hyun paling ngam dgn part tu. Hell, he even got to snog with Song Hye Kyo! Not to mention part dia ngan Jeon Ji Hyun dlm My Sassy Girl.. lucky guy!
Apapun, kena tgk lagi movie tu lain kali. Tgk kat opis tak puas... tak smooth!
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Monday, July 16, 2007
To counter hypocritical ego from building up inside, I wanna dedicate this one to those friends of mine who consider themselves losers (but they're not) with a thought that "we all meant to shine, like children do"...
This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.
The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.
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Saturday, July 14, 2007
Another kill...
According to an interview from Virgin Records, the band's name "actually comes from a thesis that [the band] found online [that] was written by a former Harvard professor. And one of the subsections of the thesis was titled 'thirty seconds to mars' and he goes on to talk about the expediential growth of technology that relates to humans and saying that we are quite literally thirty seconds to mars. What it means to us is, we thought it best described our music, in short."
What if I wanted to break Laugh it all off in your face What would you do? What if I fell to the floor Couldn't take this anymore What would you do?
Come, break me down Bury me, bury me I am finished with you
What if I wanted to fight Beg for the rest of my life. What would you do? You say you wanted more What are you waiting for I'm not running from you
Come, break me down Bury me, bury me I am finished with you Look in my eyes You're killing me, killing me All I wanted was you
I tried to be someone else But nothing seemed to change I know now: this is who I really am inside Finally found myself Fighting for a chance I know now, THIS IS WHO I REALLY AM
Come, break me down Bury me, bury me I am finished with you Look in my eyes You're killing me, killing me All I wanted was you Come, break me down Break me down Break me down
What if I wanted to break...? What if I... Bury me, bury me
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Friday, July 13, 2007
“The Sun, with all the planets revolving around it, and depending on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as though it had nothing else in the Universe to do.” - Galileo Galilei -
Watched Harry Potter last night (yeah, i know that entry above doesn't have any significant connection whatsoever to the film, but hey... it's my blog!). A bit slow-paced especially the Death Eaters vs. Order of The Phoenix part. Huhu... very disappointed coz i thought i could see more of Nymphadora Tonks kick some nasty Death Eaters' asses. Luckily, Dumbledore vs. Voldemort was pure awesome! It's like watching Orochimaru fighting with Sarutobi in Naruto minus the Shinigami (shiki fuujin).
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Thursday, June 21, 2007
I think I have been cursed, to suffer a toothache for some time...
Ocean's Thirteen last night with four friends. Nice, brilliant! I've missed 'Twelve' so kind of blank a moment when Night Fox started to show up...
[Paused... Toothache!]
Ok, where was I? Thirteen... yeah. nice, brilliant! Hilarious near the end. I like clever movies like this. Really made you think even when it's already midnight and you supposed to be on bed already coz u have to work tomorrow.
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Wednesday, June 13, 2007
i've tried not to watch the expressions on Simon Cowell, Piers Morgan and Amanda Holden's faces but maybe it's the roar of the crowd and flawless timing of the applauses that made me decide that this is by far the most amazing performance ever, in a reality show.even his emotional mood, awkwardness and body stiff projection was perfect.A++ for Paul Potts!
The Nessun Dorma :
Il principe ignoto
Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma! Tu pure, o Principessa, nella tua fredda stanza guardi le stelle che tremano d'amore e di speranza... Ma il mio mistero è chiuso in me, il nome mio nessun saprà! No, no, sulla tua bocca lo dirò, quando la luce splenderà! Ed il mio bacio scioglierà il silenzio che ti fa mia.
Voci di donne
Il nome suo nessun saprà... E noi dovrem, ahimè, morir, morir!
The Prince Let no one sleep!... Let no one sleep! Even you, o Princess, in your cold room, watch the stars, that tremble with love and with hope.But my secret is hidden within me, my name no one shall know... No!...No!... On your mouth I will tell it when the light shines.And my kiss will dissolve the silence that makes you mine!...
The Chorus of women : No one will know his name and we must, alas, die.
The Prince Vanish, o night! Set, stars! At dawn, I will win! I will win! I will win!
Gotta watch/listen to different versions of this aria...
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Sunday, June 10, 2007
The smell of sunblock cream is all over the place... Org tua tu nak gi main golf la tu.
Toothache aku datang lagi. Sakit yg menjengkelkan. Member aku pernah cakap dia rela sakit demam selesema daripada sakit gigi. Jengkel dan geram tiap masa mcm rasa nak tumbuk jer muka org yg lalu lalang. Shit!
Semalam nak layan Shrek 3 tak jadi sebab cinemaonline.com.my tipu aku. Siol jer! Cakap show jam 10.00 p.m. Sekali datang kat kaunter tiket tgk show dah start pukul 9.00. Mungkin org yg letak time kat website tu ikut suka hati dia jer nak letak sebab dia fikir org2 kat sini tak tau nak buka internet utk cek showtime dari website tu. Ceh! Shilaker...
i like the pinocchio and the prince charming part the most... hahaha!
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Thursday, June 07, 2007
Layan lagu2 3rd Eye Blind ni buat otak aku rewind balik masa tingkatan 4 dulu (masa lagu dia time tu cukup hit sampai sorg member aku blh hafal lirik Semi Charmed Life) - masa tangan aku terseliuh masa main bola (Liga Kampung), tapi tak sia2 gak sbb dpt pingat pemain terbaik... hehe, masa member aku sembunyikan rokok kat paip pancuran air time 'spot check', masa cikgu kimia aku suruh tulis ikatan karbon kat papan hijau sbb nampak aku mengantuk time kelas dia (aku sangat TAK SUKA cikgu tu), masa aku baru berjinak nak baca novel inggeris (christopher pike, r.l. stine), semua2 tu la...
Sejuk! baru lepas hujan lebat. bandar jadi lembap, otak org2 pun jadi lembap, nak tido jer, mcm aku...
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Monday, June 04, 2007
When u're fucking damn miserable, u'll always compare urself to someone worse to make u feel less a freak but not knowing u're making urself more a moron.
Quite busy today. Loads of work, less time (but still, got time to blog!). Life's a bitch so u have to be a bastard to tackle it.
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Sunday, June 03, 2007
"He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that anymore than for pride or fear."
