You're a falling star,
You're the get away car.
You're the line in the sand when I go too far.
You're the swimming pool, on an August day.
And you're the perfect thing to say.

And you play it coy, but it's kinda cute.
Ah, When you smile at me
you know exactly what you do.
Baby don't pretend,
that you don't know it's true.
Cause you can see it when I look at you.

[Chorus:]
And in this crazy life,
and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word,
you're everything.

You're a carousel,
you're a wishing well,
And you light me up,
when you ring my bell.
You're a mystery,
you're from outer space,
You're every minute of my everyday.

And I can't believe,
uh that I'm your man,
And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.
Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through,
And you know that's what our love can do.

[Chorus:]
And in this crazy life,
and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing
You're every line, you're every word,
you're everything.

So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La
So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La

[Chorus:]
And in this crazy life,
and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word,
you're everything.
You're every song, and I sing along.
'Cause you're my everything.
Yeah, yeah

So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La
So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La


The lyrics kinda cheesy but I like this song. Soothing feeling. A perfect kickstart for a moody monday morning.

Nothing much in life but a couple of hang outs and animes. Btw, it's big bro's birthday next week (falls on Halloween- oct 31st). Guess I'll just wish him a Happy Birthday. No presents.. huhu.

Seth: Why do people cry?
Maggie: What do you mean?
Seth: I mean... what happens physically?
Maggie: Well... umm... tear ducts operate on a normal basis to lubricate and protect the eye and when you have an emotion they overreact and create tears.
Seth: Why? Why do they overreact?
Maggie: [pause] I don't know.
Seth: Maybe... maybe emotion becomes so intense your body just can't contain it. Your mind and your feelings become too powerful... and your body weeps.


I can't really remember when was the last time I cried. I guess I'm evolving into an emotionless, retard robot. Still remember the feeling, though. It's kinda nice, like a loose feeling and lightness, kinda like the freshness after a shower, an achievement of something very important and nothing or no one else could take it away from you. Ah, nice...

Should try it sometimes... but, hey, Big Boys Don't Cry...

"The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet, neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital, busy occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.

When that happens, do not attempt to install artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed. Let it be called the Bed of Life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.

Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman.

Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.

Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.

Give my kidney to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.

Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.

Explore every corner of my brain, take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, some day, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her windows.

Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.

If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses, and all prejudice against my fellow man.

Give my sins to the devil.

Give my soul to God.

If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with kind deed or word to someone who needs you.

If you do all I have asked, I will live forever."

- Robert N. Test -

See the pyramids along the Nile
Watch the sun rise on a tropic isle
Just remember, darling, all the while
You belong to me.

See the marketplace in old Algiers
Send me photographs and souvenirs
But remember when a dream appears
You belong to me.

I'll be so alone without you
Maybe you'll be lonesome too---and blue

Fly the ocean in a silver plane
Watch the jungle when it's wet with rain
Just remember till you're home again
You belong to me

The rain made me do it! Honest! When you're in my place right now, I'm sure you'll gonna sink too into some oldies when it's raining in the morning. That's Jo Stafford, by the way. This song was covered by more than 70 artists, the original version of the song was recorded by Sue Thompson in 1952. Still, besides this, I like the Jason Wade version of Shrek's OST.

happy 50th merdeka day to all Malaysians!

walaupun sambutan ambang merdeka 'diharuskan' utk postpone ke 8hb sept nanti, org ramai tetap keluar gak beramai-ramai penuhkan jalan raya sambil berpakaian ala-ala peserta Cosplay sambil menjerit at the struck of midnight. semalam was very boring. cruising-stop for a drink-cruising again-stop to watch people doing the 'donut' & few 'burnouts'-go home.

ingat nak bangun lewat sikit hari ni. bukan selalu blh dpt cuti. biological clock aku tak pernah miss utk bangunkan aku dalam jam 7 pagi. huhu...

so, anyways, Happy 50th Merdeka!

I've been wrestling with this damn presario 2100 since morning. the cd/dvd and the floppy drive's is just too stupid to even read another media anymore. even the freaking hard disk made the POST hang. so, this is what i've done :

1. changed the hard disc, of course (duh!)
2. hooked up an external floppy drive (usb).
3. partition the 60gb to 2, format & copy the xp setup/installation files to the hd through usb (external casing)
4. boot up using a win98 bootdisk, load the smartdrv ( smartdrv c+ ), cd to i386 and run 'winnt'
5. i've forgot to make the c: partition to 'active' so, i went to the fdisk and set it from there.
6. run the freaking setup.

did those step twice coz i've got a damn 'parse error'. waiting for it to finish setup while collecting some ogrish pix...

hope this'll work...

Amy said this:

" The words have been drained from this pencil. Sweet words that I want to give you. And I can't sleep, I need to tell you... Goodnight. When we're together, I feel perfect. When I'm pulled away from you, I fall apart. All you say is sacred to me.
Your eyes are so blue, I can't look away. As we lay in the stillness you whisper to me... 'Amy, marry me. Promise you'll stay with me.' Oh, you don't have to ask me. You know you're all that I live for, you know I'd die just to hold you, stay with you. Somehow I'll show you that you are my night sky, I've always been right behind you, now I'll always be right beside you. So many nights I cried myself to sleep. Now that you love me, I love myself. I never thought I would say this: I never thought there'd be...
You. "

But it's just too sweet to be forgotten...

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.

be sorted @ nimbo.net

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."

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. "

The student, Tim Graham, got the only A."

Sooo klever la u boi!

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!

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...

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!

Find out your Harry Potter personality at LiquidGeneration!

heh!

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I would be so cool if I could cast a Patronus Charm of a Phoenix like Dumbledore. Whoa!

The Deathly Hallows sounds very, very interesting.

Watching her there, by the window, enjoying the rain, singing... so peaceful!

My korean movie/drama fever is back...

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.

Fu-zu Jen, SEAS/WH, 2003

saw it in Minci Yazumin's blog. Quite nice...

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

“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).

Nasib baik ko comel... kalau tak...