<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:06:52.513+08:00</updated><category term='emotion messed up'/><category term='a bit rush'/><category term='man...'/><category term='if u ever exist'/><category term='Oh God'/><category term='Confused is the right word'/><category term='plz help me through this'/><category term='Still having headache'/><category term='Sleepy'/><title type='text'>Li's Disclosed Secrets</title><subtitle type='html'>Whatever I say here, are Top Secrets. Shhh....Dun tell  anyone!!! :P</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-3510469816829603943</id><published>2008-01-01T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T03:25:57.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels good to look at this again</title><content type='html'>Hah! Feels good to come back to my blog by accident. I actually found my blog on google by searching Kelvin Li (obviously my name) which the main reason I believe is the close relationship between Blogger.com and Google. Alright, now that I'm here again, why don't I update everyone with what happened to me lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago I came back to toronto from University of Waterloo for the winter break. I've been eating with my uncle's family and hanging out with my own friends. We went to play bowling last night, followed by a dinner in a grill of which the name I can't recall, and finally went to watch a movie called "Juno". The movie was alright but it wasn't amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few nights ago, I went to my favourite and probably the only chinese tea house I know in toronto, Ten Rens' Tea House, for a drink. there is one waitress with a bright smile always hanging on her face and when she really laughs even her eyes are laughing; there was no way I couuld resist that. so I ended up asking her for her msn and she gave me, and she told me she remembers where I sat the previous time I went there, which was like four months ago! wow now that was really sweet. I couldn't sleep that night because of that, and partly because of the tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's about it for my life lately. I'll come back from time to time to update this blog. Not that anyone is reading it, but just for practice of typing I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-3510469816829603943?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/3510469816829603943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=3510469816829603943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/3510469816829603943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/3510469816829603943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2008/01/feels-good-to-look-at-this-again.html' title='Feels good to look at this again'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-7188443642441913567</id><published>2007-07-06T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T11:09:28.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fresh Start</title><content type='html'>From now on I'll switch to a new blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.li-meditation.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for support all along, bros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT and MAX who have been my main readers in this two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will support me as you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-7188443642441913567?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/7188443642441913567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=7188443642441913567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/7188443642441913567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/7188443642441913567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2007/07/fresh-start.html' title='A Fresh Start'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-839985411248916984</id><published>2007-06-09T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T22:56:35.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm stupid</title><content type='html'>That's my second worry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stupid, and I'm getting more stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-839985411248916984?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/839985411248916984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=839985411248916984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/839985411248916984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/839985411248916984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-stupid.html' title='I&apos;m stupid'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-501811546871743010</id><published>2007-06-09T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T22:37:36.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back my old friend</title><content type='html'>Don't know how long I've left this blog. All of a sudden, I feel like writing a new post again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ten months staying in Canada. I have basically got used to the lifestyle here, though from time to time I discovered the worries deep inside my heart, behind my  smiling face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since grade 1 in elementary school I have loved Math. I remember my math teacher at that time was also my class teacher. She had short hair, medium height, and a pair of eyes full of love. To raise our interest in Math, she often held Math competition in the class. Just by watching the white chalk in her hand dividing the blackboard into 8 regions, on which we were to write down our answers, the air in the classroom seemed to be frozen, and everyone's eyes started to shone with ambition and confidence. That's the moment I started to love Math, the moment that changed my life. THANKS MS AU YEUNG! For my whole elementary school life, I was in top 3 for Math in my class. This period was important as my confidence in Math rooted in these 6 years. I started to participate in Mathematics Olympiad. Despite the fact that I didn't win any prize, it reveals to me what Math is really about, reveals to me a tip of an iceberg of the unlimited space of the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a weak determination, which leads to procrastination, reason being slave of desire. My mark started to drop once I got into secondary school. My rank in my grade dropped from 15 to 17, 26, 37, and finally stayed at 37 when I left Shau Kei Wan Secondary School, the school I studied in for five years. There I met a group of "math geeks", which became my motivation to strive for very best to increase my knowledge in Math so as not to be left behind. It was exhausting yet exciting. We gave each others questions from time to time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten months ago I came to Canada after the HKCEE in order to avoid the HKALE two years later. Life is way different here. People emphasize more enjoying life, and don't focus as much in academics. There're, therefore, fewer people that are good enough to be my motivation. I lost it. Most of the things taught in Math class, I learnt it in Hong Kong. For the first time in my life, Math suddenly seemed boring to me. I knew all along it's my fault. I should learn by myself, and not rely on school or the almost useless textbook. Once again, I procrastinated. Big time. Until now. I started to spend most of my spare time on computer games. I'm now a good gamer. Though that's not what I'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my first worry. I'm worried that I can never learn Math with so much passion as I did in secondary school. I'm more than worried. I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will continue with other worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-501811546871743010?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/501811546871743010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=501811546871743010' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/501811546871743010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/501811546871743010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-back-my-old-friend.html' title='I&apos;m back my old friend'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-8854371401493813243</id><published>2007-01-14T04:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T04:48:15.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confused is the right word'/><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>About the problem that I enlisted below, I asked my Geometry teacher, Mr. Schnabel, and it took him a hell lots of time - 3 minutes. LOL..... If he's not a complete genious he's half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, personally struggling in the apprehension of the General Theory of relativity. Yet I'm still peeping inside the enormous mansion from the gateway. Still a long way to go buddy............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-8854371401493813243?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/8854371401493813243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=8854371401493813243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/8854371401493813243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/8854371401493813243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2007/01/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-6599526369869321757</id><published>2007-01-07T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T15:48:26.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleepy'/><title type='text'>I can't take this anymore</title><content type='html'>Having been in Canada for almost half a year, I finally realized the ultimate difference between Asian and Europeans, i.e. most of the Europeans are good at indulging themselves and lead a wonderful life with a lot of friends sth like that. On the other hand many of them are, apologies for my lack of vocabulary, STUPID in Math(By math i mean anything math-related subjects like Physics)! I don't mean to be rude but I just can't help it! God DDDDDDammit!!! People keep asking stupid questions like "Why do you change signs here?", "Yes I studied Differentiation. yes I did. .....Isn't derivative of e^3x in respect of x   3(x)(e^(2x))?" There're altogether 4 normal guys(3 boys and 1 girl) in my Calculus class. One in particular is called Jooho and he's talented in most subjects except Physical Exercises. Without him I would've kill myself I'm afraid. He is also my closest rival in Calculus and Geometry. He's Korean - Asian Power lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Break Time ~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math Problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Square ABCD, E is midpt of CD, F is midpt of AD. BE and CF intersect at P. &lt;br /&gt;Prove AP = AB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how to address this problem. For some reasons I couldn't think whenever I tried to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about some positive stuff. I like my Geometry Teacher, Mr Schnabel. He's good at mental math, and he has good, no, great knowledge of Math. His charm comes from his thinking hard before saying little things, giving me a feeling that he knows so much things that he has to choose the material of our level to tell us. He's got PhD in Waterloo, so his Knowledge is unquestionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright time to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-6599526369869321757?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/6599526369869321757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=6599526369869321757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/6599526369869321757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/6599526369869321757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-cant-take-this-anymore.html' title='I can&apos;t take this anymore'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-7918415093513562539</id><published>2006-10-15T05:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T06:02:57.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion messed up'/><title type='text'>Oh God</title><content type='html'>Its below 10 degrees celcius outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I didn't feel cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside a Tea House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my hands are shaking, shaking hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After glancing through the menu, I order 碧螺春,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which I wanted to give it a shot for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're a lota waitresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of which&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught my eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming with the bill, theres a customer comment form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're 3 boxes for Waiter Service:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent, Satisfactory, Need Improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside them, I drew a box, which says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I did that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that it almost seems naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A waitress took back the sheet and walked away, reading what I just wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a second most of them, including the ONE, know the content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took another sip of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so fresh, so free of dust from reality - so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lifted my head occassionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she is, walking passed me, inside and outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiles, her eyes flickering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can be more cute,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more worth praise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason, I feel that there's something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it not an illusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't, it isn't just another passer-by in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry out loud with no sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray without my own knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, the smile leaves a mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardly I make a smile back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, and I want to hide in my fantasy for as long as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands begin to shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare not picking up the cup again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're shaking so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasting no time, I leave before she notices it, if ever she would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home but I'm still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-7918415093513562539?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/7918415093513562539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=7918415093513562539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/7918415093513562539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/7918415093513562539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-god.html' title='Oh God'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-3249752630150094249</id><published>2006-09-13T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T08:38:03.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='if u ever exist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plz help me through this'/><title type='text'>Gotta be quick</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of the second week of school. Everything hardly makes a difference with last week, including that no matter the staff or the whole atmostphere, is in extraordinary slow motion. They walk slowly just like jogging in countryside, eat slowly, the counter person talking to other staff when theres a bunch of ppl waiting for her, the whole pace is slow except that, they speak &lt;em&gt;real fast&lt;/em&gt;. Believe me. The adults are quite easy to catch up when comparing with the classmates. Oh my gosh! is everything popped out of my mind when they are making jokes that I cant help but to scratch my head. 'Theres still a long way to go....' man... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats funny is that when I tried to talk to an Indian classmate, I look like im deaf. I keep saying "huh?" dozens of times before i can finally catch what he means. Haha thanks to my poor English. It is indeed one of the biggest obstacle for me to make western friends because who would spend time on u, repeating every sentence for loads of times when they can choose to talk to a guy of their own kind? The other one is my personality which I think its hard to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came out of a refreshing shower (Its freezing in mid-Sept, which never happens in Hong Kong) and when I was inside bathroom I talked to myself, or God if u wish, that I really wanna speak English real fluently just likt the local ppl. I always think im good at imitating people but now when I think about I have learned English since i was 4, and now I still can master the technique of speaking English! SO what a crap I am!!! How ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOmetimes, I really feel bad about all that. Do something, Kelvin Li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do something, yet Im still groping my way for the 'something' that will hopefully lead me to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-3249752630150094249?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/3249752630150094249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=3249752630150094249' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/3249752630150094249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/3249752630150094249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/09/gotta-be-quick.html' title='Gotta be quick'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-2148990254060034818</id><published>2006-09-07T06:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T06:57:17.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Still having headache'/><title type='text'>Horrible</title><content type='html'>Well Today is my first school day in Toronto. From the time I stepped outta my house's door, my whole body and soul are tensed. Yep, so many things to worry bout, some of which are unnecessary tho maybe. First of all the schoolbus. I wasnt told about nothing bout the school bus sytem, nothing but its free. I dont have a Student I.D. yet so instead I was holding the one and only one Timetable in my hands when the school bus approached. (I didnt kno if I gotta show the driver that im a student in Vaughan S.S. to get on the old bus) It turned out that no identification is needed, AT ALL. ok so when I got back to school, I definitely had no idea where i gonna go......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wOOt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w8 a minute gotta go cook for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-2148990254060034818?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/2148990254060034818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=2148990254060034818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/2148990254060034818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/2148990254060034818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/09/horrible.html' title='Horrible'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-7276495835513151334</id><published>2006-09-06T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T08:44:11.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a bit rush'/><title type='text'>Ha Funny</title><content type='html'>Well today i went to Vaughan S.S., the school ima gonna go starting from tomorrow, to finish the course selection. After one hour or so's waiting, the timetable is printed out. May I type u the schedules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Day Cycle&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Spare)&lt;br /&gt;Physics&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;Spare&lt;br /&gt;Math- Geometry and Discrete Math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Spare)&lt;br /&gt;Physics&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;Math- Funcs &amp; Calcu&lt;br /&gt;Math- Geo  &amp; Dis Math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* P.S. every period lasts for one hour 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all im going to study is:  Physics!!!! Wow! And Math........ lol..Two subjects...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;In a rush rite now, see if I can get myself back here to continue be4 sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-7276495835513151334?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/7276495835513151334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=7276495835513151334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/7276495835513151334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/7276495835513151334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/09/ha-funny.html' title='Ha Funny'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-115573904406829473</id><published>2006-08-16T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T22:37:24.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOOO!!!  New CD Bought!!!</title><content type='html'>WOOOOO!!! I bought 'Back to Basics' by Christina Aguilera yesterday, which is out on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;Show yall tha cover:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Arts/Arts_/Pictures/2006/08/03/aguilera.jpg" ALT="Back to Basics"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of tha heat songs is 'Ain't No Other Man', of which the lyrics is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't No Other Man by Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;Do your thang honey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel it from the start, &lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stand to be apart. &lt;br /&gt;Something 'bout you caught my eye, &lt;br /&gt;Something moved me deep inside! &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you did boy but you had it &lt;br /&gt;And i've been hooked ever since. &lt;br /&gt;I told my mother, my brother, my sister and my friends &lt;br /&gt;I told the others, my lovers, both past and present tense. &lt;br /&gt;That everytime I see you everything starts making sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your thang honey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man, can stand up next to you &lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do &lt;br /&gt;(what you do). &lt;br /&gt;You're the kinda guy, a girl finds in a blue moon. &lt;br /&gt;You got soul, you got class. &lt;br /&gt;You got style, you bad ass - oh yeah! &lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man its true - alright - &lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man but you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I'd be alright. No, no, no! Till you came and changed my life. Yeah, yeah, yeah! &lt;br /&gt;What was cloudy now is clear! Yeah, yeah! You're the light that I needed.&lt;br /&gt;You got what I want boy, and I want it! So keep on givin' it up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell your mother, your brother, your sister, and your friends.&lt;br /&gt;And the others, your lovers, better not be present tense. &lt;br /&gt;Cause I want everyone to know that you are mine and no one else's! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man, can stand up next to you &lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do &lt;br /&gt;(what you do). &lt;br /&gt;You're the kinda guy, a girl finds in a blue moon. &lt;br /&gt;You got soul, you got class. &lt;br /&gt;You got style, you bad ass - oh yeah! &lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man it's true - alright - &lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man but you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break it down now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other, ain't, ain't no other! (other) &lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other, ain't, ain't no other LOVER! &lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other, I, I, I need no other! &lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man but you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are there when I'm a mess &lt;br /&gt;Talk me down from every ledge &lt;br /&gt;Give me strength, boy you're the best &lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who's ever passed every test &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man, can stand up next to you &lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do &lt;br /&gt;(what you do). &lt;br /&gt;You're the kinda guy, a girl finds in a blue moon. &lt;br /&gt;You got soul, you got class. &lt;br /&gt;You got style with ya bad ass - oh yeah! &lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man it's true - alright - &lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man but you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm tellin you son, ain't no other man but you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man, can stand up next to you &lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do &lt;br /&gt;(what you do). &lt;br /&gt;You're the kinda guy, a girl finds in a blue moon. (baby, baby, baby) &lt;br /&gt;You got soul, you got class. &lt;br /&gt;You got style ya bad ass - oh yeah! &lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man it's true - alright - &lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man but you.&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty long, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-115573904406829473?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/115573904406829473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=115573904406829473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/115573904406829473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/115573904406829473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/08/wooooo-new-cd-bought.html' title='WOOOOO!!!  New CD Bought!!!'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-115542208238051478</id><published>2006-08-13T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T06:34:42.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One [[[BIG]]]] Difference bet. Cantonese n English</title><content type='html'>Among all differences bet. Cantonese n English, the biggest one of which i thought a few days ago can be seen from coarse language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Cantonese, when we intend to insult others, we'd say, "Fxxk your Motha!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u say u'd fxxk someone's motha, then it means ur a "Motha Fxxka" in logic, but "Motha Fxxka" is a phrase used to insult others in English. In this way, your insulting yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conlude, when u insult others in Cantonese, it means ur insulting urself at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don't insult others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading my bullshit passage, my dear lovely readers, if only theres any. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Awwww....Crap! When am i going to buy a desktop?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-115542208238051478?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/115542208238051478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=115542208238051478' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/115542208238051478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/115542208238051478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-big-difference-bet-cantonese-n.html' title='One [[[BIG]]]] Difference bet. Cantonese n English'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-115530443562604373</id><published>2006-08-11T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T22:00:55.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindsay Lohan</title><content type='html'>Posting her pics just to keep my readers from goin' away! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=google.com  onMouseOver= "if (document.images) document.lindsay_lohan_8.src= 'http://www.geocities.com/kelvin_is_a_scout/lindsay-lohan-new-nipple-slip-picture.jpg';"width=250 height=300  onMouseOut= "if (document.images) document.lindsay_lohan_8.src= 'http://www.geocities.com/kelvin_is_a_scout/lindsay_lohan_8.jpg';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/kelvin_is_a_scout/lindsay_lohan_8.jpg" width=400 height=350 name=lindsay_lohan_8 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-115530443562604373?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/115530443562604373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=115530443562604373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/115530443562604373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/115530443562604373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/08/lindsay-lohan.html' title='Lindsay Lohan'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-115526143332328641</id><published>2006-08-11T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T09:57:13.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfaithful</title><content type='html'>Heres one of da songs that rocks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://entertainment.aol.co.jp/music/rihanna/images/rihanna_main.jpg" WIDTH=200 HEIGHT=250 ALT="Rihanna...Who else can be so hot? (Well actually not that hot..but newayz she sings well dats tha point :D)dun be mistaken that shes my mate here..hahaha i wish =.= lmao"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfaithful by Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Intro:] &lt;br /&gt;Story of my life &lt;br /&gt;Searching for the light &lt;br /&gt;But it keeps avoiding me &lt;br /&gt;Sorrow in my soul &lt;br /&gt;Cause it seems that wrong &lt;br /&gt;Really loves my company &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1:] &lt;br /&gt;He's more than a man &lt;br /&gt;And this is more than love &lt;br /&gt;The reason that the sky is blue &lt;br /&gt;The clouds are rollin' in &lt;br /&gt;Because I'm goin' again &lt;br /&gt;To him I just can't be true &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge:] &lt;br /&gt;And I know that he knows im unfaithful &lt;br /&gt;And it kills him inside &lt;br /&gt;To know that I'm happy with some other guy &lt;br /&gt;I can see him dyin' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:] &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why &lt;br /&gt;Everytime I walk out the door &lt;br /&gt;I see him die a little more inside &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hurt him anymore &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna take away his life &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be.... a murderer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2:] &lt;br /&gt;I feel it in the air &lt;br /&gt;As i'm doin my hair &lt;br /&gt;Preparing for another day &lt;br /&gt;A kiss upon my cheek &lt;br /&gt;As he reluctantly &lt;br /&gt;Asks if i'm gonna be out late &lt;br /&gt;I say I won't be long &lt;br /&gt;Just hangin' with the girls &lt;br /&gt;A lie I didn't have to tell &lt;br /&gt;Because we both know &lt;br /&gt;Where I'm about to go &lt;br /&gt;And we know it very well &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge:] &lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that he knows im unfaithful &lt;br /&gt;And it kills him inside &lt;br /&gt;To know that I am happy with some other guy &lt;br /&gt;I can see him dyin' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:] &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why &lt;br /&gt;Everytime I walk out the door &lt;br /&gt;I see him die a little more inside &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hurt him anymore &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna take away his life &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be.... a murderer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love... his trust &lt;br /&gt;I might as well take a gun &lt;br /&gt;And put it to his head &lt;br /&gt;Get it over with &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this... anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooohhh... anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:] &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why &lt;br /&gt;And everytime I walk out the door &lt;br /&gt;I see him die a little more inside &lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna hurt him anymore &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna take away his life &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be.... a murderer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooohhh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a murderer &lt;br /&gt;No no no &lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah &lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it a try n ull luv it I promise, especially when u have watched the mtv. Everything rocks in the mtv!!! WOOOOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-115526143332328641?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/115526143332328641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=115526143332328641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/115526143332328641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/115526143332328641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/08/unfaithful.html' title='Unfaithful'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-115524923370946854</id><published>2006-08-11T06:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T09:47:48.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post since the arrival of Toronto</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG SRC="http://images-eu.amazon.com/images/P/B000B0QORW.03.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" WIDTH=300 HEIGHT=300 ALT="the pussycat dolls; the centre one is damn hot!!!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays the third day ive been in Toronto. Everythings great, the air, the ppl (if you can ever spot any in the street), the landscape (Well its sky and ground and hundreds of houses. thats it nothin' else), u name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite already the third day in my aunts house, im still struggling against the "Jetlag" in the afternoon, that i kept yawning all the way out. LOL @ my laziness... Except buying those home accessories such as Ice Bucket, Comb, lipstick (its dry as hell), to name but a few, The most important thing that i did is to take a assessment test on my English and Math in the York Region Centre. Mom told me before that the English test was divided into four parts and gonna take me four hours to finish the tests. Scared me to death. Tho it turned out to be only after bout two hours and then I could go, and that the fat woman who assessed me said ima attend regular English lessens just like the local students and dont need to take the ESL course. Yay! Ah i'd like to write a lil more bout the math paper. dere questions asking bout COMPLEX NUMBER!!! Lick Ma Ass how am i to kno it, dandy?! And INVERSE FUNCTION?! Great. Thats not funny, da most funny part is that when she asked me what subjects im best at, i said its English and Math, n then at the same moment i heard a German girl, around 13-15 I guess, chuckled. Thats when i felt its hilarious too. Dont understand wheres the punchline? Look. Im there to take Math and English assessment test, and im telling the woman im best at Eng and Math, so if its not me selling on my own ability then wat else can it be?! hahahaha dats real fun. Anyway Im satisfied with the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gtg for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-115524923370946854?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/115524923370946854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=115524923370946854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/115524923370946854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/115524923370946854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/08/first-post-since-arrival-of-toronto.html' title='First Post since the arrival of Toronto'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-115400789747215069</id><published>2006-07-27T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:44:57.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH it seems ages</title><content type='html'>It seems ages  since I last posted a paragraph. So maybe I should shoot out some bullshit in order to make my readers stay for a lil longer. Ok so lets get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cough cough ~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End. Thank YOu!!!  LoL~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn suddenly don't feeel like typing a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-115400789747215069?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/115400789747215069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=115400789747215069' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/115400789747215069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/115400789747215069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-it-seems-ages.html' title='OH it seems ages'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-115297580797279505</id><published>2006-07-15T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T23:03:28.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age of Empire III</title><content type='html'>Darn it! Waiting for three weeks is no big deal u kno, if only after that you get what u want. But in those cases where u cant get it, I really can't help but wish I can smash the ppl who keep me waiting's head to the wall and blow them off. It took place about 3 weeks ago, when plane and I went to 188 to buy some "正版" (you know what I mean) DVDs. There I bought Age of Empire 3, a PC game. The man in black T-shirts, wearing a thick beard, asked me to wait for half an hour. okay i think half an hour is not a long time. But then when I got back 30min later I found that the shop was closed! Oh well, so I left and came back another day. Same thing occurred.&lt;br /&gt;What the...?!  The nutter gonna drove me crazy, man. So after 2 weeks when i got there the last time the cunt told me that it's not going to open any more and told me to go to 298, where the other shop locates. so ok I got there, they told me they're out of store n asked me to come other day. Today, I got the DVD finally. YET, an installation error occurred, I believe its the DVD's crashed. Oh my.... This is when Hope drop to desperation all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's it. So apart from that I can't think of anything I have done today that worth jotting down, which is PATHETIC. DO I mean my time is wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find some meangingful stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-115297580797279505?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/115297580797279505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=115297580797279505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/115297580797279505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/115297580797279505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/07/age-of-empire-iii.html' title='Age of Empire III'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-115293330675362750</id><published>2006-07-15T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T11:15:06.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><content type='html'>Well I had typed several paragraphs before, planning to post it out, yet the server is unstable, so that's why u ppl can't see it. This post is plain testing to see if I can post now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-115293330675362750?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/115293330675362750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=115293330675362750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/115293330675362750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/115293330675362750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/07/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-115293339483919674</id><published>2006-07-04T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T09:41:28.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Similarities</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://lilithlotr.ejwsites.net/Liv/liv01beads.jpg" WIDTH=300 HEIGHT=450  /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lilithlotr.ejwsites.net/Liv/liv-glitz.jpg" WIDTH=300 HEIGHT=450 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people suggest that we love someone doesn't mean we must own him/her, but instead make him/her happy. About that I still can't totally agree, even though I know it's true, but it's never easy to achieve that u kno. Well that's not my point as a matter of fact. What I'd like to say is, that I have a similar conclusion from 2 things. (Shit a lota whipsy keeps bouncing across my mind I can't tidy'em up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) tonight when I was trudging my way home through the bridge from HMV in Causeway Bay, I spotted an Ultra Hot chick running in opposite direction towards me. Until she walked past I didn't look at her clearly: how black her eyebrows are; how thin her lips are; how fragile she made you feel from her pale skin; how smooth her hair is, u name it. Yet, I felt gr8. I m not sure if it was I dared not look straight on her beyond my mind or, I didn't want to see her face in detail, lets assume its the latter. I realised from my past experience that when u look closely, no face on earth is perfect. Which is why I'm glad an image of "perfect" face had been pumped into my mind before it's ruined. I mean, the perfect image, the illusion is kept in my mind. If you don't catch me, I'll say, I treat that gorgeous face as an art work of the nature (of cuz its been artificially modified :P). When I saw such a pretty girl I felt happy, maybe a bit touched too, the same feeling as when you see a beautiful scenery in countryside. It's that simple, it's that clean. It's that original. It's that kinda In-heart joy. I believe even if I continue to write for 300 words I can't ever successfully describe my feeling. so just leave it here. ok so after this hell rubbish paragraph I forgot how it links to my aim. watever~ lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) In the past when I heard pieces of music on the radio that touched me to the deepest heart, I'd rushed in front of my computer n open my powerful WinMX to download it. It was when the bad side came out: listening to it over n over, I became to get sick of the music, n threw it aside in the trash. One day I suddenly questioned myself, "Why do I have to download it, dude? Why not simply enjoy the surprise when you didn't expect the music that tugs at your heartstrings?" No sooner had I have this thought, than I uinstall the WinMX and stop downloading the songs. (Actually part of the reason I uninstall WinMX is there's no longer so many songs nowadays hehe~) In this way I feel a whole lot better now. From time to tme I get surprises and yea it feels gr8 all the way. Yeah! So what I want to point out is that when we think we like sth we don't necessarily need to OWN them. yea thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW its been a long time since I last write in english so forgive me for my super poor english man. But anyway no ones reading this so doesnt mater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Attention*** Those who read my posts without commments/reply are all BUNNIES!!! Gd luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-115293339483919674?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/115293339483919674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=115293339483919674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/115293339483919674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/115293339483919674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/07/similarities.html' title='Similarities'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-115099452522728417</id><published>2006-06-23T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T01:00:09.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont feel like thinking bout a topic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hollywood.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/jessicalba4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hollywood.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/jessicalba4.JPG" width=300 height=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagazine.net/pictures/jessica_alba/jessica_alba6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imagazine.net/pictures/jessica_alba/jessica_alba6.jpg" width=320 height=400&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://netmode.vietnamnet.vn/dataimages/original/images438853_alba5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://netmode.vietnamnet.vn/dataimages/original/images438853_alba5.jpg" width=250 height=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagazine.net/pictures/jessica_alba/jessica_alba2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imagazine.net/pictures/jessica_alba/jessica_alba2.jpg" width=250 height=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its midnite now, a bit sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm sleepy to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway I gotta hv this post finished as I havent posted anything for a long time as I feel it. It seems ages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today deres nth special happened, except that I practised oral with Ling today morning. What she impressed me was that, neither of us had brought a pen n paper, meaning dat she had to memorize her questions, coupled with ma answers without jotting down. Dammit she's fukin good memorizer, dat she made only one to two mistakes outta ten. I still have a long way t'go until I have a chance to catch up w/ her amazin' memorizing power. For whatever reason(s) I keep forgettin' thgs, dat it almost bcomes the icon of me. Mayb I could do it too I duno but i didnt try for I was acting the examiner all the way - shes da one who needs to take da exam 2day. So dats it. she however, like a drug addict, always yawned n suggested dat shes sleepy during the practice. Hmm.. gotta work on ma Memorizing ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den I didnt go out until dinner time, after which I went to the Central Library n borrowed two books, one of which titled "Tropical Plants of Asia", n the other one "Western Etiquette All in One". Yeah both books rock. :P lol~ I had been dying to learn these two kinda things since a long time ago, yet frustrated by the silly exams and, u name it. yeah no bull.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll learn them with as little pain as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as I got back home I started playing SOF2, my favourite game yet of all. yeah its cool although its old. u can jump in the game no like in swat4, that u can only walk. SOF2 has better graphics than CS. SO its worth playing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11:00pm I stopped n got myself in front of the tv n watched "SuperNatural" in AXN. This time here comes the insect attack.&lt;br /&gt;details skipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then I'm right here typing this suk passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday nite in Delefrance when I was reading "Cover", with the super x 100 times hot babe JESSICA ALBA as the cover girl. Dammit in the interview she answers questions in the coolest way. one of which, when she was asked about what she thought bout her body, was that "It's simple. I have curves." Oh Shhhhhhhhhhhit! So concise, so perfect answer. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok last but not least may I share a funny yet tragedic event dat happened two days ago when I was having dinner with my grandpa. I went to the toilet with my mp3 player on during the dinner. Everything was going rite, until when I leaned forward n flushed, I spotted sth unknown dropping into the bowl and then disappeared in the water. Hearing no music just after that moment, I managed to figure out that it was my mp3 player that had dropped down to the bowl. After the flush I could see my player stuck in the water, but not flushed away as I thought instead. With lots of considerations as well as hesitation, I dug my clean right hand into the water and grabbed it out. Yuck! Though, its not working nemore. Hell~ That's how I lost my lovely mp3 player all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right at that instant, I learned a lessen,i.e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS FULL OF UNEXPECTED EVENTS N THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;ITS NOT ALL PLAIN SAILING IN LIFE N WE HAVE TO BE EXTREMELY CAREFUL TO BE ABLE TO TACKLE ALL UNEXPECTED THINGS N OBSTACLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats more, when I read the Cover, I saw an encouraging maxim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LIVE YOUR LIFE AS IF ITS YOUR LAST DAY ON EARTH."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. why all readers don't give comments on my passages. they just read it n then leave. plz do gimme some comments so dat I can improve, to get better. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-115099452522728417?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/115099452522728417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=115099452522728417' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/115099452522728417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/115099452522728417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/06/dont-feel-like-thinking-bout-topic.html' title='Dont feel like thinking bout a topic.'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-115065432897914985</id><published>2006-06-18T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T02:12:09.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coz' I had a Bad Day</title><content type='html'>I had a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though instead of going straight to the incident that made a mess outta me, I'd like to jot down what happened today in brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pulled out of my dreams by a phone calling, at around 10am. It's Sir Chan, the ex-troop leader of 175th Hong Kong Group Scout. He asked if I was free to assist him with his troop's Pioneering Project, or Model I forgot which but anywayz I refused indirectly by telling him that I had to have dinner with grandpa, which was true of course. I don't fake unless necessary. I felt bad about not being able to help him out coz' he's been very nice to me in the past, with whatever reasons I don't care. okay so that's how I got up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a delicious brunch, I got to my knees and prepared for todays journey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Wan Chai to buy a 1.3 Mega Pixels Webcam and a Optical Mini-Mouse, and then I reached the school in which I'm going to take the oral exam, the final one. Well, that school aside, the one not far from it really stunned me by the edge(actually I duno what I'm talking about :P)! What came into sight was a whole area of buildings in brown bricks, with classical style. That is the Maryknoll Convent School. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........wait I gota go to watch world cup c ya later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey it's already 2:03am right now and I'm definitely sleepy, which means I'm not going to continue my post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well maybe let me summarize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight when I was having dinner with grandpa, I went to toilet and then dropped my mp3 player into the toilet bowl and then flushed... I mean, when I leaned forward and pressed on the flush button, my player slide off my pants into the bowl! With its large size, its not flushed down the pipe luckily, but I gota PUT MY HANDS INTO THE WATER AND PICK IT UP!!! Yuk!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I guessed thats the biggest event happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thesedays Im missing Minnie. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-115065432897914985?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/115065432897914985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=115065432897914985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/115065432897914985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/115065432897914985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/06/coz-i-had-bad-day.html' title='coz&apos; I had a Bad Day'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-115053154562882283</id><published>2006-06-17T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T16:05:45.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day</title><content type='html'>Squinting at the watch bought in Swiss, I notice it's already 1:30am, very late for me. I guess I'll have to summarize all the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things happened today when our Graduation Dinner was held in Wan Chai. Well before that, I was trying to install the drivers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all other components in the computer, and finally I succeeded playing my favourite game - Soldier of Fortune II Double &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helix, after about 3 days of stopping due to the breaking down of the motherboard according to my dad's estimation, which is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always wrong, oh, should I say, not very right. It was then when I was absorbed in the game as a result of my playing good in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it. It turned out that I forgot about the time and at last I had to rush myself through the house to take a shower, put on the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clothes, esp. the suffocating shirt coupled with the tie, and finally set off with all my belongings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plane and I agreed to meet at Fortress Hill MTR station at 4:30pm and then go to the venue together as I'm not exactly sure &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the routine. As tragedic as it could have been, it was already around 4:50 when I got there. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived the hosts told us that it's still early and we had to wait for about half an hour before we could enter the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting room, which had been booked as the place for the Grad. Din.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around, I spotted many schoolmates with dashing look, esp. the chicks of course. The pretty girls were even prettier, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the others also looked dashing, some of which were sexy, and hot. (WoOoOoOo~) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rundown is rough, i.e. Take a seat --&gt; Lucky Draw --&gt; Dinner Time -&gt; Ball --&gt; End&lt;br /&gt;And the gags were mostly awful. If you don't get what I mean, then u may recall last time when you heard someone say something &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that made you yell, "Hell~ Save it!" in your heart and you're there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the most enjoyable time for me tonight is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Dancing with Qunyee: She's the only I want to dance with, all because of her strong musical sense, that I really felt like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing, that I was really enjoying. As I have mentioned, there're a lota hot babes in the room but, I was not looking for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that. I was not. I was looking for Harmony, which only Qunyee can bring me that vividly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Sitting with Nathan and Scott: Simply sitting with them is enough to make me happy as they're my best friends since form 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we don't always meet each other after the exam, but the love doesn't change. I think it's like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Taking Pics of own Fancy: With William Wong's digital camera, I took a few pics of the harbour view as well as the whole &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsim Sha Tsui I guessed :P , which stunned me - those pics I took was soooooooo wonderful!!! It looks as if it's downloaded &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Webshots! I'm serious and I mean it! Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that's all for the Grad Din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to tell yall about the dream I had last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was more horrible, terrific than ever. I promise. But unfortunately it only applies to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is linked up by pieces of little dreams, yet the rest are insignificant but one, in which I was in a T-shaped room. What's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more weird, is that I'm not alone! Guess what, I saw minnie, whose face was full of make-ups inside that dream. No sooner had I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spotted her than I asked what she was doing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to see my mother-in-law." She replied in a voice as if we're enemies, it's that cold, it's that heart-breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know what you're doin' ?" I demanded, with questions on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure!" Again, she said in such a stern and cold voice, to ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that instant, I felt myself weigh nothing, as though that's my value on this planet. I was lost, thinking about why Minnie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would ever speak to me like that, which hurt my heart more than any words could have ever explained. If I have to describe it, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind was pumped full of desperation just when I heard Minnie's cold-as-ice voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling myself falling into a spiral, I jumped on my knees and figured out that I was just dreaming. Being a dream, still it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;affected my emotion for whole morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I made such a dream, or for me it can certainly be regarded as a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, maybe it's like some people's saying, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you're thinking about something in daytime, you'll probably dream about it at night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-115053154562882283?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/115053154562882283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=115053154562882283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/115053154562882283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/115053154562882283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/06/day.html' title='A Day'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-115018910028064051</id><published>2006-06-13T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T16:58:20.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell or Heaven, it depends on my own mind</title><content type='html'>I'd like to start with telling yall what happened yesterday, which didn't really matter in fact. I watched the "Scary Movie 4". I guessed I must had over-expected it to be hilarious, when it turned out to be a little dull. Figuring the some of the punchlines are copied exactly from the passing episodes of scary movie, the group of guys who were responsible for the supposed-to-be-a-joke were all running out of idea is all I can ever think of to be able to explain that. Or should I say, copying is okay for me in a certain extent, if only the "jokes" could have been expressed in another way. Take "holding chest" for instance. In the latest episode, the protagonist held the two women's boobs in his hands, backing off when the TriPod poped out from the ground. Holding boobs is not a new "joke" as it was used already in episode 2, when Cindy (???) and a boy entered an old room and spot a box, which is also called a "chest". It was then when Cindy said to the boy, "Hold the chest." Then guess what, he held her boobs instead of the box! That was real fun u know. I enjoyed it at that time. But not in this episode. This idea is expressed in a more cheap way. I don't see any funny place to make me laugh. Overall, this film is only soso for me personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that's all for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... I asked Plane out to go swimming today yet when it's getting near I called it off because I'm both lazy and flinching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to school to attend the NLP course. I wondered how many people are really interested in what the doctor said, I wondered. His, I mean the doctor's, words are monotonous sometimes and the other time very funny. So weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I returned home and continued my SoF II journey. It's damn good game! I'm becoming an addict in some days I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I polished my piano on which was full of dust and my fingerprints, and "SUCK DUST" (lol~ I forgot the name of that machine :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I'm sitting in front of my old notebook, typing my entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-115018910028064051?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/115018910028064051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=115018910028064051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/115018910028064051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/115018910028064051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/06/hell-or-heaven-it-depends-on-my-own.html' title='Hell or Heaven, it depends on my own mind'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-114960273491444131</id><published>2006-06-06T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T22:08:18.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/media/images/38127000/jpg/_38127197_girl_shadow_150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://news.bbc.co.uk/media/images/38127000/jpg/_38127197_girl_shadow_150.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do if I never find a girl like Minnie anymore in the rest of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always tragedic when someone tells you that the happiest time of your life is already over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since somewhere in time my personality gradually turns introverted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE ONLY ONE REQUEST OF YOUR LIFE, THAT YOU SPEND IT ALL WITH ME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE AND NOTHING ELSE MATTERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-114960273491444131?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/114960273491444131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=114960273491444131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114960273491444131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114960273491444131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh.html' title='OH'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-114959868904491777</id><published>2006-06-06T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T20:58:09.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barrage of whipsy bouncing against my brain</title><content type='html'>After times of trials, finally I get to the "New Post" page, thanks to my fragile connection. I was thinking, if it couldn't connect one more time I'd simply forget it, though the flooding ideas would have killed me in this way. OKay so, finally I'm here thank God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's time for me to sleep and I have talked about nothing.Very good I'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner with mom, I walked from North Point to Causeway Bay Starbucks, which I was brought there by my unforgetable friend, Minnie. wait a moment. Actuallly before that I went to HMV and bought a CD, which is cool I think. It's "Oral Fixation" by Shakira(I duno who she is :P). ok then I decided to go to Dymocks to read books, yet when I got there I found that it was closed, I mean, it will never open again. Frowned, I strolled to the Starbucks as I just mentioned. Approaching the counter, I ordered a cup of Mocha without the slightest hesitation, which was what Minnie recommended me when she brought me there. I speaked out almost automatically, wondered if that's reflex action. As soon as I had sat down on a stool and comforted myself, I took out my Readers' Digest and began my reading journey, While I was concentrating on the book, there're lots of pretty girls and women walking in and out of the coffe shop. "Going to starbucks at night is cool~" I thought to myself on the sly. It was 10:30pm when I took a seat. Time flied without a trace, and I had spent about an hour to finsih ninety percent of the book, even the Sudoku attached inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finishing my drink, in which the melted ice had diluted the mocha, I squinted at my watch, which stay with me for a long time. It's 11:45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the seats were still occupied. "This is Causeway Bay." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to talk about the contents of the Readers' Digest, yet it's really late, that I have to wake up at seven tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good night everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-114959868904491777?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/114959868904491777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=114959868904491777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114959868904491777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114959868904491777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/06/barrage-of-whipsy-bouncing-against-my.html' title='Barrage of whipsy bouncing against my brain'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-114944105563207383</id><published>2006-06-05T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T01:26:16.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NARNIA......Nothing but rubbish..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.usatoday.com/life/_photos/2005/12/08/inside-narnia.jpg"&gt;See? That's obviously mocking Lord of the Rings! Ill~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://shisa.ukzn.ac.za/pictures/narnia.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among my memories of all the films that I've ever watched is "Narnia", which I think really sucks. I finished watching it just now. It's because it's really rubbish that I can't help but to leave a passage here, despite the late time. So may I tell you my feelings after watching it. Within fifteen minutes the film gave me an impression that it's trying to mock the scenes in Lord of The Rings. The Santa Claus(?) gave each one of the four fags some presents, some lotion that can heal whatever injuries, arrows that aim by themselves, some swords, to name but a few. No sooner had I seen this scene, than I grunted inside,"Isn't it what the characters in Lord of the Rings equiped? The protagonists are an archer, a knight, ..... Damn hell~ I don't mind you mock or imitate, if only the directors could find people that are more dashing! They looked dumb as a piece of shit! you know what I mean, it's not the appearance that matters, but the feeling, the impression that they give when they walk in front of the camera. I guess that's what we call as "氣質". Unfortunately they gave me nothing, and I had to keep forcing myself to remember these four people are the main characters. And what's more is, that they're designed to be weak and crap~ Hell~ I don't wanna see the main characters being a coward! Worse still, when it comes to the battle, anyone who knows about war affairs will find what happened in the film both absurd and ridiculous. Guess what! the Lord of the Good(I wonder how to describe) side stand in the front! He's either a nut or he wanna die as soon as possible. He's supposed to be the spirit of the whole army. Once he dies everything is finished. He shouldn't have done that unless he's extremely confident about his own power, that there's no way to get beaten. But he's not, at least what he showed me on the screen is not. On this, the white witch did the right thing, she stayed in the middle and took a top view of the frontline, so that she would be clear about what the hell was happening out there. The Fighting scene aside, the relationship between the Peter and the man-horse standing beside him in the middle of the war was confusing. They talked in a way they seems to be old pals all along while in fact they knew each other not very long ago. The affection shown in their eyes were unsuitable, which suffocated me. That was great "Acting". And the arrows and the lotion. Really unacceptable. The elder sister, the archer, only used her SUPER arrow to kill the servant of the witch! There's no use of the arrows except that. Haha, that's funny.... So what bout the lotion. It's nothing better, it's used once to heal the younger brother and that's it. Wonderful. The most useful weapons were almost unused. Overall, this film, "Narnia", gave me an impression that it is the naive version of Lord of the Rings. It's something that you won't squint at it again even it's going to cost your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course, there's positive comments bout this film, yet no much, that is the special effects. They are the only thing worths appreciation throughout the film as they nearly confuse my eye from the real objects!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-114944105563207383?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/114944105563207383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=114944105563207383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114944105563207383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114944105563207383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/06/narnianothing-but-rubbish.html' title='NARNIA......Nothing but rubbish..'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-114888996203998596</id><published>2006-05-29T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T16:06:02.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragile Connection Back!</title><content type='html'>After days of torment, finally I've got my connection back. I don't think I'm going to leave a long passage here coz' it's been a long time since I last visitied. I can't write so long anymore I guess. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway I just wanna talk about the movie I'm waiting for the release. That's Scary Movie 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last episodes were absorbing and of course hilarious. I couldn't help but to laugh till the end of the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I went to its official website, and found a minigame, which is funny. I think that is desgined for the bored ppl, like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the URL: http://www.scarymovie.com/bttd/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-114888996203998596?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/114888996203998596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=114888996203998596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114888996203998596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114888996203998596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/05/fragile-connection-back.html' title='Fragile Connection Back!'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-114699687792862141</id><published>2006-05-07T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T18:21:09.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The memory is that vivid....!</title><content type='html'>I am studying Math. I mean, I am supposed to be studying Math now. So I'm not. I have been dragging the cursor, clicking on any icons without purpose, on my notebook. I wasn't looking at the monitor actually, but staring blindly instead, indicating the beginning of an afternoon daydream. For the first few minutes I was wading through the sea of memory, having no idea what I was to find, until when I came across one which is related to this very notebook, this very monitor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event, if it wasn't too minor to be regarded as one, took place a long time ago, maybe last year? I don't remember precisely, or, should I say I wish I don't. That was a sunny afternoon, the sun was shining into the room through the window, which had been cleaned by father not long before. Not able to withstand the strong heat, I switched on the air-conditioner, and then pulled down the curtain. It's just like today, except that only one of the two people in the room at that time is sitting here right now. And that's me, Kelvin. After slamming my wardrobe door open and then looking through all my limited clothes as if she's a police checking for drugs, she jumped on the chair and pressed on the keyboard of the notebook. Wandering through the desktop with the cursor, she spotted a text file, named "LXXX.txt". Curiosity piqued since the file is named after her name, she opened it with no slightest hesitation. It was all about her, of course. (As a matter of fact there's only little information that I gathered through chatting with her in msn. :P) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You collect these stuff on the sly?" turning around and asked she, chuckling with don't know whatsoever reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Y....Yea, You don't like it, I can delete it. But you know I keep forgetting things, which is why I have to jot down everything I find important." I laughed, speaking in a joking voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approaching her, I kissed her OFFICIALLY for the first time, at the expense of all my guts. (Hell~ I'm such a noob. o.0) The feeling of touching her lips was, well, so cool, and so exhilarating at the same time that no words can ever describe the experience precisely enough unless you try it yourself. Man~ How am I supposed to ever forget it, that the sensations come along at once with the PASSED memory when I think about it. The collision of each other's teeth due to my NO-EXPERIENCE. (I'm still a virgin boy~ lol~ Maybe I should follow the protagonists in Not Another Teen Movie! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then when I lost consciousness and fell into the mist of sensations. Her lips were like fresh mint(so funny description) under summer, that you would no way let go of it once you try it. You know what I am talking. And her eyes melted away my barely any self-consciousness left. My hands began to move along a well-shaped body with hunger. Sometimes she pushed my hands away, which I didn't think about what it meant - she didnt like that I guess. But time didn't allow me for considerations. I was eaten up by the growing hunger and desire. Despite her strong struggling, I kept going, which I have been regreting since after......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without caring about her feelings, coupled with zero-experience and boring character, it's no wonder she ran away no long after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't blame her for nothing. No I really don't. I just feel hatred of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she got along well with someone else and started dating soon......&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still wandering in the memory, suddenly I hear mom calling me for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I guess it's time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. until now I am on my own since then. Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-114699687792862141?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/114699687792862141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=114699687792862141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114699687792862141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114699687792862141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/05/memory-is-that-vivid.html' title='The memory is that vivid....!'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-114666913087250052</id><published>2006-05-03T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T23:12:10.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day before the Second Subject - English (1 n 2)</title><content type='html'>10 hours later and I'll be in a room with negligible size, sitting on a chair which utters annoying sounds of aging, and taking the English Exam. This subject, coupled with Math and A.Math are the three subjects that I concern most, for these are what I am most confident in. Which is why I believe I'll be anxious tomorrow - I have expectations. &lt;br /&gt;There's a saying, "If you don't want to lose it, use it." So as Writing in English.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I has developed a habit to write diary in English as frequently as I can make it. Feeling having entered a new level, I didn't think much about the Paper 1 tomorrow as it appeared to me as a piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;But now, as I'm about to get into real business, and before that typing this post as a warmup, or practise, I am stuck. All my ideas and brainstorm, whipsy are just gone with the wind! All because I told myself this is the final practise and it is when my "old friends" - vocabulary and idioms - slip away from my brain.&lt;br /&gt;Good Job.&lt;br /&gt;If I behave like that shit tomorrow, I think to myself, then I can't possibly give my utmost, which leads to my erosion of confidence, followed by anxiety, as well as flurry and fluster.&lt;br /&gt;Great. &lt;br /&gt;By the way, despite my practices, nor are others just simply sitting there. They don't keep the hands free. Nice to see some classmates seems to aim at usurping my position in my class (if I ever belong there). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, wish all of the candidates good luck tomorrow. (Is that possible,huh? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-114666913087250052?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/114666913087250052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=114666913087250052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114666913087250052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114666913087250052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/05/day-before-second-subject-english-1-n.html' title='The day before the Second Subject - English (1 n 2)'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-114657925021632767</id><published>2006-05-02T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:14:10.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Science fails to explain God (A Joke)</title><content type='html'>Why Science fails to explain God&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Professing to be wise, they became fools...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many had a field day about how this article was written by a Christian and all muslims did was substitute the word "Christian" with "Muslim" &amp; "Bible" with "Quran". Yes they did and even a 7 yr old can figure that out - so what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is about atheism versus God-consciousness and both Christianity and Islam fall united in the second category. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please be reminded, this is a JOKE - a funny way of looking at the issue of atheism. Islam is more supportive of modern science than against it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LET ME EXPLAIN THE problem science has with God." The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're a Muslim, aren't you, son?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, sir." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you believe in God?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Absolutely." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[i]Is God good?[/i]" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure! God's good." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you good or evil?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Koran says I'm evil." (Webmaster's note: Please be aware that whoever wrote this article was probably confusing the Christian notion of the ORIGINAL sin with Islamic belief. There is no such thing as the original sin in Islam. We are born innocent. The Quran says that man by nature is weak and impatient but steadfastness to Islam would make him the 'noblest of all creatures' and elevate him from his weak and impatient nature. Being evil is not necessarily being weak and impatient and vice-versa.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor grins knowingly."Ahh! THE KORAN!" He considers for a moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help them? "Would you try?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir, I would." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you're good...!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wouldn't say that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not say that? You would help a sick and maimed person if you could... in fact most of us would if we could... God doesn't." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[No answer.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Muslim who died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. How is this God good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[No answer] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elderly man is sympathetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, you can't, can you?" He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax. In philosophy, you have to go easy with the new ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's start again, young fella. - Is God good?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er... Yes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is Satan good?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where does Satan come from?" The student falters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From... God..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right. God made Satan, didn't he?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elderly man runs his bony fingers through his thinning hair and turns to the smirking, student audience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think we're going to have a lot of fun this semester, ladies and gentlemen."He turns back to the Muslim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, sir." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Evil's everywhere, isn't it? Did God make everything?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who created evil? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[No answer] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there sickness in this world?Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All the terrible things - do they exist in this world? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student squirms on his feet. "Yes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who created them? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[No answer] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor suddenly shouts at his student. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHO CREATED THEM? TELL ME, PLEASE!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor closes in for the kill and climbs into the Muslim's face. In a still small voice: "God created all evil, didn't He, son?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[No answer] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student tries to hold the steady, experienced gaze and fails. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace the front of the classroom like an aging panther. The class is mesmerized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me," he continues, "How is it that this God is good if He created all evil throughout all time?" The professor swishes his arms around to encompass the wickedness of the world. "All the hatred, the brutality, all the pain, all the torture,all the death and ugliness and all the suffering created by this good God is all over the world, isn't it,young man?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[No answer] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you see it all over the place? Huh?" Pause. "Don't you?" The professor leans into the student's face again and whispers, "Is God good?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[No answer] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you believe in God,son?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student's voice betrays him and cracks. "Yes, professor. I do." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man shakes his head sadly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, sir. I've never seen Him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then tell us if you've ever heard your God?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, sir. I have not." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God or smelt your God...in fact, do you have any sensory perception of your God whatsoever?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[No answer] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Answer me, please." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're AFRAID... you haven't?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, sir." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yet you still believe in him?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...yes..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That takes FAITH!" The professor smiles sagely at the underling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"According to the rules of empirical,testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son? Where is your God now?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The student doesn't answer] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sit down, please." The Muslim sits...Defeated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Muslim raises his hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Professor, may I address the class?" The professor turns and smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, another Muslim in the vanguard! Come, come, young man. Speak some proper wisdom to the gathering." The Muslim looks around the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some interesting points you are making, sir. Now I've got a question for you. Is there such thing as heat?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," the professor replies. "There's heat." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there such a thing as cold?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, son, there's cold too." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, sir, there isn't." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor's grin freezes. The room suddenly goes very cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second Muslim continues. "You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold, otherwise we would be able to go colder than 458 - You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence. A pin drops somewhere in the classroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there such a thing as darkness, professor?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's a dumb question, son. What is night if it isn't darkness? What are you getting at...?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you say there is such a thing as darkness?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something, it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, Darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker and give me a jar of it. Can you...give me a jar of darker darkness, professor?"Despite himself, the professor smiles at the young effrontery before him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will indeed be a good semester. "Would you mind telling us what your point is, young man?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes,professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with and so your conclusion must be in error...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor goes toxic. "Flawed...? How dare you...!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, may I explain what I mean?" The class is all ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Explain... oh, explain..." The professor makes an admirable effort to regain control. Suddenly he is affability itself. He waves his hand to silence the class, for the student to continue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are working on the premise of duality," the Muslim explains. "That for example there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science cannot even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism but has never seen, much less fully understood them. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, merely the absence of it." The young man holds up a newspaper he takes from the desk of a neighbor who has been reading it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here is one of the most disgusting tabloids this country hosts, professor. Is there such a thing as immorality?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course there is, now look..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wrong again, sir. You see, immorality is merely the absence of morality. Is there such thing as injustice? No. Injustice is the absence of justice. Is there such a thing as evil?" The Muslim pauses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't evil the absence of good?" The professor's face has turned an alarming color. He is so angry he is temporarily speechless. The Muslim continues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If there is evil in the world, professor, and we all agree there is, then God, if he exists, must be accomplishing a work through the agency of evil. What is that work, God is accomplishing? The Koran tells us it is to see if each one of us will, of our own free will, choose good over evil."The professor bridles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As a philosophical scientist, I don't view this matter as having anything to do with any choice; as a realist, I absolutely do not recognize the concept of God or any other theological factor as being part of the world equation because God is not observable." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would have thought that the absence of God's moral code in this world is probably one of the most observable phenomena going,"the Muslim replies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Newspapers make billions of dollars reporting it every week! Tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?" The professor makes a sucking sound with his teeth and gives his student a silent, stony stare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Professor. Since no-one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a priest?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll overlook your impudence in the light of our philosophical discussion. Now, have you quite finished?" the professor hisses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you don't accept God's moral code to do what is righteous?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe in what is - that's science!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh! SCIENCE!" the student's face splits into a grin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, you rightly state that science is the study of observed phenomena. Science too is a premise which is flawed..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SCIENCE IS FLAWED..?" the professor splutters. The class is in uproar. The Muslim remains standing until the commotion has subsided. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, may I give you an example of what I mean?"The professor wisely keeps silent. The Muslim looks around the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?" The class breaks out in laughter. The Muslim points towards his elderly, crumbling tutor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain... felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain?" No one appears to have done so. The Muslim shakes his head sadly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It appears no-one here has had any sensory perception of the professor's brain whatsoever. Well, according to the rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science, I DECLARE that the professor has no brain!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class is in chaos. The Muslim sits... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that is what a chair is for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-114657925021632767?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/114657925021632767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=114657925021632767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114657925021632767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114657925021632767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-science-fails-to-explain-god-joke.html' title='Why Science fails to explain God (A Joke)'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-114622860400461644</id><published>2006-04-28T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T20:50:04.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XXX Damn ScreenSaver!</title><content type='html'>Dammit the same ScreenSaver, wash away all I've written down. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;I was writing about a funny thing that I remember. But now I gonna cut the details coz' I dun feel like repeating them all over again... The computer was kicking my ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people said, "Check your Question Answer book to see if there're missing pages. Should you have any questions, RAISE UP your hand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it's COMPLETELY wrong. I gonna leave out those which are not important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wondered how come I was so sure that it isn't me who's made a mistake? I managed to figure that it's because there's a much bigger community than "School", in which the majority doesn't speak "raise up", and this community is named "Earth".&lt;br /&gt;There's no way we can help but to admit that we are not believing in TRUTH, but what the majority inside a community believes. If you don't think so, think again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I broaden my unsorted idea, that maybe it's possible there's an even bigger community in which the majority has a totally distinct knowledge with us, that is yet to be discover? (In which the dwellers are what we considere as "Aliens"?) If this guess stands, then it explains why there're problems that can never be solved with what we know today. Maybe from the start there's something wrong, that none of us ever notice, or those people who do was ignored by others and regarded as NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just like solving a simple geometry problem when we were in secondary school, that a lot of times when we think we're about to finish the proof, in fact our direction at the beginning was wrong. It's just like in a book, 怎樣解題 (or it's 數學與猜想?) written by a famous Mathematician, J.波利亞, which says that doing a maths question is sometimes like there's a U-shaped glass wall between the crop and the chicken. The chicken thought the brilliant way, which seems to be the shortest way, to get the crop is to go straightforward, without knowing that the prescence of the glass wall will block its way. It just walks and walks, and doesn't knowt that although it's farther to walk out of the glass wall before being able to get the crop, it's actually the only way! (Hope I express the story clearly :P) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|     |&lt;br /&gt;|  o  |&lt;br /&gt;*\____/&lt;br /&gt;**crop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe based on the "wrong" concept, we can still prove something, yet at the end when we thought we're not far from the final truth, we will be disappointed as we finally find out that at the beginning it's all wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a crazy fancy of mine. Don't think too much about that if you don't even know what I am talking about. Forget it~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-114622860400461644?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/114622860400461644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=114622860400461644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114622860400461644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114622860400461644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/04/xxx-damn-screensaver.html' title='XXX Damn ScreenSaver!'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-114614961389344500</id><published>2006-04-27T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T22:53:33.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes</title><content type='html'>1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was paying my bill at the doctor's office, I noticed blood trickling down my leg. The bandage they had put on me after a procedure had come loose.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm bleeding all over your floor," I said to the receptoinist.&lt;br /&gt;She looked up immediately, alarmed. "Thanks for telling me. I'll call housekeeping."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted after driving all night, a man decided to pull over to get some sleep. He had just settled back to snooze when there was a knock on the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened his eyes to a jogger, who asked, "Excuse me, but do you have the time?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's 8:10"&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks," he replied, running off. The man had just dozed off again when there was another knock.&lt;br /&gt;"What time is it?" asked a hiker.&lt;br /&gt;"8:25." Fed up, the man put a sign in his window that read "I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE TIME IS !!!"&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock! He was suddenly awakened again.&lt;br /&gt;Scowling, the man rolled down the window.&lt;br /&gt;"What?" he yelled at the boy standing there.&lt;br /&gt;"It's 8:45."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-114614961389344500?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/114614961389344500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=114614961389344500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114614961389344500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114614961389344500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/04/jokes.html' title='Jokes'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-114606729281096476</id><published>2006-04-26T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T00:01:32.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How am I supposed to stand it?</title><content type='html'>Ha, how sarcastic, that this day I can't think of anything to say and another day I've got countless ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Right now although I don't really feel like typing anything for I'm bout to go to bed, I can't help but finish this small paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole story is simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom always commands dad to do ANYTHING, anything, partly because he doesn't really self-motivated to do housework (as this is what mom said), and partly because......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well okay, so dad doesn't do it. That doesn't mean YOU should command him as if he's a servant, especially IN FRONT OF ME, MAN! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO TALK TO DAD IN THIS WAY, HUH? Not even grandpa. I understand that you're angry with dad for only surfing the net and watching tv after work. Yet you two can set plans! I can't believe my eyes that my parents can't work out this kind of slightest matter! Simply promising each other one will do specific things at what time can have the problem solved! And you can find me also! Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the cat out of the bag, mom. It's not what dad does make you treat him that badly, which I think is actually INSULTS! It's that you get annoyed from work, from the relationship with grandma of mom's side, and then when back home you spit those, those bad feelings (seems that I have beautified it) on dad while being clear that dad is so soft that he won't fight back. To this point I am really surprised at dad's EQ. I never see him get really angry, which is why mom is able to take the whip hand on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit! I feel like a fish out of water, that I don't understand my family at all, not even a single bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than that, not knowing since when I began to lost faith on what is called MARRIAGE. In my eyes it's a terrifying vocabulary. It's untouchable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all I know she loves me, which is implicit. It's juat I can't stand her way of treating dad sometimes (sometimes they get along well when nothing's happening). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, all these are part of the reasons why I want to study abroad. I don't belong here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely disagree with lyrics, but this time, i.e. "When love takes you home, and says you belong here. Your loneliness passed, and a new life began..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bullshit to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy much more when I'm alone, enjoying going to the mountains, surfing the net chatting with friends(Janet, Minnie, Scott, Nathan, Aeroplane...), practising English, anything I do on my own or with my true friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I don't make you readers feel bad. =) I don't mean to. (Anyway there's not many people crossing by)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-114606729281096476?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/114606729281096476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=114606729281096476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114606729281096476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114606729281096476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-am-i-supposed-to-stand-it.html' title='How am I supposed to stand it?'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-114604027889641413</id><published>2006-04-26T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T16:31:18.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice from bbc.co.uk on how to pronouce correctly and speak fluently</title><content type='html'>Martin Parrott answers: &lt;br /&gt;Easily, I don’t know. I don’t think there are easy ways to learn languages – I don’t think people who promise sudden ‘quick fix’ methods are to be believed. We learn slowly, and we learn by working hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as pronunciation is concerned, the most important thing is listening! I think, often we try and pronounce things correctly before we can really hear what the differences are. How do we check out whether we’re doing that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Record ourselves &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we need to record ourselves and we need to record what it is we’re repeating and listening to. So, the most useful thing perhaps is to listen to the radio with a tape recorder, to record a little bit of the radio, and then to say it ourselves, and to compare how we’ve said it, with the way it was said on the radio, in the language we’re learning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a slow process. We need to spend a lot of time rehearsing. I remember when I was learning, for instance, for hours and hours as I was walking or cycling, or whatever – I was trying to produce those sounds, difficult sounds that I was learning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more we do that, the more we pick up when we hear them. And of course the other thing about pronunciation is, as we improve our pronunciation, that also improves our comprehension. As we learn to make these distinction between similar sounds, we start hearing them – and that makes understanding easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spelling is a problem &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest problems in English is that the spelling gets in the way because there are so many ways of spelling the same sound. Also because letters may be written and not pronounced and because letters may be written and pronounced in a very unexpected way. When we learn to read, that can interfere with our pronunciation, and can cause problems in itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a difference between pronunciation and fluency? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re quite different. Pronunciation is getting the sounds right, and of course it’s also getting the intonation and the rhythm right – it’s not just individual sounds, it’s pushing them all together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluency perhaps overlaps there a little bit. Fluency is saying things easily. Being fluent is more a question of being confident in the vocabulary, and how to put the words together in the grammar – being confident in that - …and just being confident in your ability to express yourself and having a go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s those psychological factors much more than whether you can get your tongue around the individual sounds. In fact people whose pronunciation is poor, but who speak fluently and put it together and get it out reasonably quickly, are usually easier to understand than people who’re taking a lot of trouble over their pronunciation and therefore are slowing themselves down, and speaking one word at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One piece of advice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re speaking, don’t think about the individual sounds and getting those right. Think about groups of words, and think about meaningful groups of words, and getting those out as quickly and as smoothly as you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-114604027889641413?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/114604027889641413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=114604027889641413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114604027889641413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114604027889641413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/04/advice-from-bbccouk-on-how-to-pronouce.html' title='Advice from bbc.co.uk on how to pronouce correctly and speak fluently'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-114603013942069192</id><published>2006-04-26T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T13:42:19.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning English Tips that I think is good</title><content type='html'>Point 1 &lt;br /&gt;Be clear about why you want to learn English. Do you want it for your job, to help you get a job, to talk to English speakers, to help you study? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point 2 &lt;br /&gt;Be clear about how good you want your English to be. How good do you want to be at speaking English, listening, reading, writing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point 3 &lt;br /&gt;Have a clear image of yourself when you have achieved the proficiency that you want. What will you see, what will you hear, how will you feel? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point 4 &lt;br /&gt;If possible, enrol on a language course. If you can't, put yourself in situations where you can use English which leads on to ...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point 5 &lt;br /&gt;Look for opportunities to learn and use English. Speak English whenever you can. Listen to the radio and CDs in English, read and write in English. If you look for opportunities, you will find them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point 6 &lt;br /&gt;Write down new words and phrases in a notebook. Keep the notebook with you so you can look at it when you have a spare moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point 7 &lt;br /&gt;Practise, practise, practise. There's an expression in English. If you don't want to lose it, use it. This is very true when it comes to learning foreign languages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point 8 &lt;br /&gt;Find a learning buddy or colleague. Find someone you can learn English with. Speak with each other. Send each other messages in English. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point 9 &lt;br /&gt;Learn little and often. Make it a habit to learn English ten minutes each day. This is much better than learning for longer once a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final point: At the beginning of a learning period, ask yourself, "What do I want to learn today?" At the end of a period, ask yoursef, "What have I learnt today?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a story about a teacher who told his students, ?You know you're making progress in English when you speak in English, think in English, and dream in English. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a student came into the class very excited and said, "Teacher, Teacher, last night I dreamt in English." The teacher said, "That's wonderful. What did you dream about?" And the student said, "I don't know, it was in English." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-114603013942069192?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/114603013942069192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=114603013942069192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114603013942069192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114603013942069192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/04/learning-english-tips-that-i-think-is.html' title='Learning English Tips that I think is good'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-114597090497449122</id><published>2006-04-25T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:15:04.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teach me please</title><content type='html'>Who is kind enough to tell me how to say "問題"晶"結所在" in English???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-114597090497449122?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/114597090497449122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=114597090497449122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114597090497449122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114597090497449122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/04/teach-me-please.html' title='Teach me please'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-114596924583417165</id><published>2006-04-25T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T20:59:18.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compuer Exam's over, yeah it's realy OVER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG SRC="http://photo.alfanet.jp/bb73abcc.jpg" WIDTH=400 HEIGHT=250 ALT="What's more wonderful than looking at the sky?"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took the computer exam, which I was doomed to probably fail.&lt;br /&gt;Though I didn't feel anything, no sorrow or worries, really nothing. &lt;br /&gt;Which is why I am worried, for I don't feel anything about the HKCEE, a supposed-to-be one of the most important exams ever in everyone's life in Hong Kong, no nervousness, no panicking, no excitedness.&lt;br /&gt;No happiness, absolutely blank as if nothing special is happening.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe partly because I believe I'm going to study abroad, of which my CE results are not going to be considered for admission.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, Computer and IT is no way one of the six subjects that counts anywayz, making me feel that today's exam doesn't really mean much to me comparing to some other people, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was exhausted afer the exam and after lunch I wasted no time having a nap, which lasts for 3 hours. (Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;There'll be one week until my next exam is to be taken.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me, and every candidate good luck (That seems impossible to me, as can't be all people have good luk at the same time right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7:00pm I watched a TV programme. It talked about the phenomenon of the majority of students going to tutorial schools. one of the professor was talking. He said, "It's as a matter of fact not the tutorial schools the tie of the knot, but the education system in Hong Kong that urges students to aim for high marks in public exams. And we universities are really receiving those students with HIGH MARKS!!! In this way there's no way we can blame the tutorial schools nor the students who go to tutorial schools. One day the education system stands, this worrying phenomenon, bordering on tragedy, won't vanish by itself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The education system nowadays is training "High Marks Handicapped" (高分低能), which generally lack creativity, to contribute to the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think it's nothing worth thinking over at all, think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't have an implicit answer on myself right now, but I believe I'll have one in not long future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-114596924583417165?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/114596924583417165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=114596924583417165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114596924583417165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114596924583417165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/04/compuer-exams-over-yeah-its-realy-over.html' title='Compuer Exam&apos;s over, yeah it&apos;s realy OVER.'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-114569697621308420</id><published>2006-04-22T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T17:09:36.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HKCEE</title><content type='html'>Comin' Tue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HKCEE, a word that I've been hearing for times n times, n yet it's definitely more than 5 lettter to me, esp when it's finally my turn to take it, 3 days later. I c'nt agree more by now time reli flies without a trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hvn't tried by very best, at all. With an implicit insight that I gonna regret in not long future, still, I hv been doin' wht I mentioned in a post before, which means that I'm not improving nothing, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, my soul was contaminated somewhere in time, that my determination has beome so weak it's overwhelmed by the barrage of God damn temptations defencelessly? Only heaven knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am clear that one day ppl are goin' to look down on me, n the most important thing is even I myself starts to alter my self-image. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM not doing the right thing either, as I am typing this post, while I am supposed to be studying computer for the CE comin' Tue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when I was reading a news article I learnt a theory, which states that when one believes in something, the he will make adjustments in his behaviour, without his own conscious acknowledgement, in order to fits into that "thing". And now I begin to believe I am stupid.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-114569697621308420?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/114569697621308420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=114569697621308420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114569697621308420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114569697621308420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/04/hkcee.html' title='HKCEE'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-114492939447039195</id><published>2006-04-13T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T19:56:34.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds of Hell...</title><content type='html'>Sounds from Hell?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the following article circulated quite a bit on the internet.  I simply do not know if it is a valid claim.  I have not had any success in verifying the source of the story.  I want to promote the truth on my website.  I do not know if this article is true, but I think it is certainly worthy of letting people know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Truth about hell --A group of Communist Scientist have become believers in the reality of Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ". . . they dig into hell . . ." Amos 9:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to Listen To the full Real sounds in Hell recording 2:39: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sounds of hell real audio ::  sounds of hell mp3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You listen and make your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The following article appeared in the well respected Finland newspaper, Ammenusastia: "As a communist I don’t believe in heaven or the Bible but as a scientist I now believe in hell," said Dr. Azzacove. "Needless to say we were shocked to make such a discovery. But we know what we saw and we know what we heard. And we are absolutely convinced that we drilled through the gates of hell!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Azzacove continued, ". . .the drill suddenly began to rotate wildly, indicating that we had reached a large empty pocket or cavern. Temperature sensors showed a dramatic increase in heat to 2,000 degrees Fahrenheit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "We lowered a microphone, designed to detect the sounds of plate movements down the shaft. But instead of plate movements we heard a human voice screaming in pain! At first we thought the sound was coming from our own equipment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But when we made adjustments our worst suspicions were confirmed. The screams weren’t those of a single human, they were the screams of millions of humans!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sounds of hell:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.jesus-is-savior.com/sounds/sounds_from_hell.mp3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-114492939447039195?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/114492939447039195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=114492939447039195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114492939447039195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114492939447039195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/04/sounds-of-hell.html' title='Sounds of Hell...'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-114492113494088416</id><published>2006-04-13T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T17:38:55.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be yourself</title><content type='html'>Having done nothing except wasting time in playing silly computer games, I've got nothing to jot down but a story that I read from a Chinese '武俠小說', which is great.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that many people have heard of this story, maybe even more than once I duno. Yet anyway I'm going to shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there were an old man and his grandson on a journey to nowhere. Realizing there was still a long way to go, they bought a donkey. As they're on their way, a passer-by squinted at them and commented, 'I can't believe that you two are that heartless - You wanna make the little donkey tired to death, huh?' Hearing this, the old man was embarrassed and got off the cattle immdiately. Moments later, 'Oh my...! How can you let your grandpa walk while you're riding the donkey?' grimaced another passer-by to the little boy. No sooner had he said this, than the two travellers exchanged their positions. Again, a passer-by snapped at the old man, 'How can you let a little walk while you're riding a donkey?' It's when the old man got off the donkey and they both walked. Again, a passer-by said, 'Don't tell me that you two are that stupid, that you bought a donkey but don't get on it. Ha!' in this way, the old man and the boy couldn't help but to set free the donkey and continue their journey.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story tells us that we have to be ourselves, and don't follow everything others said without thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for my monotonous writing style today. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-114492113494088416?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/114492113494088416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=114492113494088416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114492113494088416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114492113494088416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/04/be-yourself.html' title='Be yourself'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-114477320671454578</id><published>2006-04-12T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T00:44:41.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.white-wolf.com/retail/RetailDownloads/2004PDFs/8August04PDF/WODcover.jpg"width="400" height="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it's reli goin' to be the shortest post ever. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is gifted in at least one aspect, which is strangely accepted by the majority that some are better while some are not as good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I am sure that I'm definitely not talented in understanding women. &lt;br /&gt;When facing women, generally I have one of the following attitude:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Dun feel like talking to them. The sole reason is that I dun have much female friend, and so there's not much to talk with those ladies(girls I mean). And I can barely enjoy the conversation for my lack of humour's sake, which is why I always have to shoot my best to avoid 'super ultra-dead air'. That makes me tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Nervous. When facing some girls, I feel unnatural, for whatever reason. I have no idea why, but that my words juz slip off my tongue and all left is a big hole and my larynx. I can't help. Jesus. I have to worry what to say next and I'm really sick of it. Now I talk less and be on my own more n begins to get used to it and enojoy it. I reckon in not long future I am going to completely lose my ability to communicate with other people, including male. My communicating skills are getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Feel comfortable just like being with male friends. Well, this kind of friend is rare for me. Because of my freak style, and character, I can barely find any male friend that shares the same views with me, not to mention girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minnie is different to me. (It's Minnie, it's different.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During form 4 when we were in the same tution class, she is in the 3rd kind. But now, when I see her in chem tutorial class, I feel that she begins to become type 2.&lt;br /&gt;I duno why, juz feel nervous that finally I can't help but to go to another room. I really want to talk with her for a whole lot time, yet I behave unnatural, which is what I dun want her to be aware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Actually it sudddenly occurs to me that some readers(although actually there ain't any! rofl~) may groan at that most of the time I am talking about Minnie and wonder if I have other things to say except her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, If u really think as I said, then I'd like to apologize, since everytime I type a post, I don't think any other things take place (I wonder if there's any as a matter of fact) is more worth noting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have to force me to speak out it, then as u wish, all that's because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=60&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM BLANK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-114477320671454578?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/114477320671454578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=114477320671454578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114477320671454578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114477320671454578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/04/talent.html' title='Talent'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-114475679240595460</id><published>2006-04-11T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T19:59:52.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self -control , and the Truth</title><content type='html'>I'm going to leave merely a short paragraph coz' dun reli feel like typing posts, yet wanna look for a place to express what I am thinking right now, which is why I'm here anyhow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In primary six, when my mum finally started to let go of me to make my own decisions in a variety of things, the first thing came up my mind was that, "Aha. So mom finally reaalises I have grown up, and ain't a baby anymore." Filled with satisfaction towards my mom's let go a bit, I thought that real fun of life was waiting for me to catch, at the expense of nothing. So naive was I, that I didn't know that everything, but everything has two sides, which means from that time on I had to learn to control my own behaviour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that I'm that fragile towards temptations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By computer games,..., and all that u can think of. (Maybe a little bit exaggerating :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I was back home from school, I was challenged by a barrage of temptations surrounding me non-stoppedly until when mom came home - I understood I couldn't possibly do anything "wrong" in front of her, which is why it's the only time I felt peace once again since I obtained that "freedom" I had looked for for years. Now that I knew it's not all that Yummy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this situation continues, believe it or not, until now!!! Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God's sake I'm still in an "ok" standard, but I am clear that I COULD be better. I was not that noob, I know I'm not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it makes me think of God again, just now, when I am typing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that in primary 4,5,6 whenever I prayed at night I felt guilty for not doing what I should or whatever, and promised myself(and Jesus) to be better next day. I guess this is why I could keep my brain fresh all day when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now. As I said, I felt that I became more stupid when comparing with the past. &lt;br /&gt;After lots of thinking, I guess, hopefully, I have not actually become stupid, but that I always waste time on silly things, of which I don't really know what I doing and what for, and then spent less time on THINKING. Without keep-on practising, how am I supposed to be smarter, or simply maintain my intelligence? It's not very likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I feel and then have implicit determination to do the 'right things' the next day, but not wasting time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, take today as an example, I spent the whole morning and afternoon reading chinese 武俠小說. It totally took me more than 6 hours for one day.On the other side, I haven't studied more than half an hour today. Ha, shame on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so anyway I feel guilty now, which is why I am typing all these, and hope I can do something really meaningful tomorrow, and then I can be more happy if Minnie's really free to have dinner with me. (reli wish she can make it~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to be able to face my hardworking Minnie, I MUST work hard, starting from tomorrow, hopefully it's not too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is how everthing swifts past my head a moment ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I wanna speak out my question that is kept in my heart for a couple of days, maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHOULD WE DO/FOLLOW WHAT WE THINK IS RIGHT, OR INSTEAD, WHAT THE SOCIETY REGARDS AS THE RIGHT THING?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone can discuss with me. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;This question keeps obsessing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-114475679240595460?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/114475679240595460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=114475679240595460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114475679240595460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114475679240595460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/04/self-control-and-truth.html' title='Self -control , and the Truth'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-114423508188481557</id><published>2006-04-05T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T19:46:23.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes me so stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="It was dark. I can't see anything..." src="http://www.parl.clemson.edu/~wjones/newimg/camping/sky_lake.jpg" width="350" height="200"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just back home, clothes changed, and then wasted no time rushing towards my notebook and started this post. I'd like to tell u an interesting (reli?) yet stupid real story that took place just half an hour before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story began when the tution was over. My classmates and I left the building from the back stairs. When we'd got to the ground floor and I turned around occassionally, Minnie caught my eyes - She's behind me: as far as I remember she virtually leaves by taking the lift everytime, which is why I was surprised seeing her using the stairs. A split of a second and then she saw me too. Being who I am as usual, words just slipped away from my tongue. What only emerged and all in my brain, was a word that can't be ever simpler - "Bye~", and the silly waving gesture. Dammit, I rarely behave like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I turned around and left with my mates, yet I felt uncomfortable all the way, not knowing exactly why. Part of it, of which I was sure, was that I felt ashamed on myself for behaving as a shit, while the other part was unknown, unknown until when I got on the MTR. No sooner had I got on the cargo, than I realised what - I wanna ask her for dinner together. That's wht obsessed me all along since I waved Minnie bye. It was then I dragged my cell phone out from my pocket and discovered that it was out of battery. Haha......What the god damn fate! I knew what I want to do when everything appeared to be too late and then, when I tried to phone her in case it was not too late it, it.......!!! Very well. I couldn't blame the phone though. I was the one who didn't know to grab the chance to ask you when we were fact to face, but had to wait till we're elsewhere apart that I couldn't help but to try to phone you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't, and don't know how to describe the foolishness in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have dinner. The mere thing and all I had in my mind was to back home as soon as I could and type out this post, without knowing why. (I reli don't know? well, I guess I want to at least tell you, minnie, that I had this intention, notwithstanding the unchangeable fact that time don't wait...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, maybe you was having somewhere to go anyway and even I asked you, it's still in vain and nothing's different. But I felt like a noob. Lol~ By the way, did you actually have somewhere to go, minnie? What about next week? :P reli wanna eat with you once more, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is how everything(All things matter to me today is already written here) goes today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I gotta go eat something finaly, after typing this post, as I am really hungry right now. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I can't believe myself that I can write such a large paragrah on something taking that is like less than three seconds. Hehe~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-114423508188481557?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/114423508188481557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=114423508188481557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114423508188481557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114423508188481557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-makes-me-so-stupid.html' title='What makes me so stupid'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-114347625557640541</id><published>2006-03-27T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T00:17:35.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind Sighted</title><content type='html'>You may wonder what the topic is all about. I'll tell you what, it's the title of a book, a fiction, of which I highly appreciates the author's work. The whole story is cruel yet reveals the naked reality, that people who are considered as freaks and become "invisible man" DO exist on this planet. Mr. Peter Moore, the author of this book, is one of the minority that is willing to speak out for them, that how much pain it caused to them. In the story, Kirk, the protagonist, has a totally different mind with all other people and the teachers as well as his mom don't understand him, which is why he didn't get any companions until when he was downgraded to the worst class in that form and met Glenn, and her girl Donna. In spite of the whole world appearing to be critizing them, that they never stop freaking out and are without personality, Kirk has a good saying, which I think is can't be more cool, i.e. "When people think you're a freak, there's absolutely no need to be pissed, coz' you're just AHEAD OF TIME. (sth like that)" Cool, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not going to drop the whole rundown of the plot here, or no one'll be motivated to ever read it! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, got the last test tomorrow - Computer. God bless me, and all of my friends, and enemies~ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-114347625557640541?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/114347625557640541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=114347625557640541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114347625557640541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114347625557640541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/03/blind-sighted.html' title='Blind Sighted'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-114329542998022455</id><published>2006-03-25T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T22:12:40.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Confidence &amp; Toronto</title><content type='html'>Two more days and the Mock exam is over. Yeah, it's OVER indeed, and I am proved to be completely down and out. I still remember that there's one question in the United World College Application Form asking for a three-word description of thyself, and if I could answer again, I would write "Lazy, Stupid and hopelessly Lack-of-self-confidence". Whatsoever can be worse than the mix up of all three of the factors? Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a bad job in most of the subjects in the Mock, yet I kept playing Computer games until I felt sleepy and went to bed. Despite the guilt I felt every night before I fell asleep, I started doing the same evil damn thing every afternoon. Whenenevr I chat with Minnie and found out that she's working hard, I couldn't help but to question myself, that even such a clever girl (Minnie is the most intelligent girl I've ever seen, which is why she's so special to me) have to study, how come I can be as lazy as a shit, being a potato chip and do nothing. I am always clear in my mind that if I go on like this, I am not going to make it, I'm not. I am going to kill myself with my own hands. In primary times, the teachers told us that suicide beings us to hell, and heaven would no longer be a place for us for ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change my life. I used to be hardworking. I don't want and won't let my life be overwhelmed by silly things like playing computer games. I am going to study hard, learn hard, and shoot my very best in every extent. I believe that all these (silly behaviour) started to take place since my mom ceases her whip hand over me and let me decide my own fate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ruin my CE, my life, then I am showing mom that I can't control myself and that I have to hand back mom the remote control to regulate my life. I am not going to let this happen again, starting from today, this minute, this second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not giong to disappoint my mom, Mr Lee(my class teacher), my competitor, Minnie, and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be the Kelvin I used to be in primary times, when I came first three in the class and was often happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I am giong to study in Toronto afer the HKCEE, the school name to be decided. I'm sure that I will miss many people here, including Scott, Nathan, Minnie, mom (maybe), Janet, Mr Lee, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, ,Minnie and Minnie. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-114329542998022455?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/114329542998022455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=114329542998022455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114329542998022455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114329542998022455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/03/self-confidence-toronto.html' title='Self Confidence &amp; Toronto'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-114243044078377369</id><published>2006-03-15T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:47:20.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The night before English Mock Exam</title><content type='html'>As what is suggested in the heading, I am writing this entry solely for practising my writing skills, in the night before the English Mock Exam. I can't be so confident as when I was in Form 3 or so because the lack of practice pull me farther away from an A in the CE. I am clear that I don't stand a chance of obtaining an A with my current level. Which is why I am now writing about what happened today as a pre-Mock.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  I would like to start with the thought that it's getting harder and harder for me to get along with girls thesedays. Being as quiet and invisible as I could achieved in the class, I barely talk to a girl once a day. I can't give an exact reason, yet I don't feel like using up my energy on some of the girls. For the rest of the few girls, I can't help but flinch in front of them, which I know the reason but am not willing to disclose it. It's possible for me to believe that few more years and I will become completely isolated from "girls". Many of them don't believe that though when I told them about that. They always believe that it's how I open a conversation. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Worse still, it's not long before that I discovered I can't recite new things, no matter it's Chinese paragraph or English Vocabulary. I am worried about that. Hope that my memory can recover before CE, so that I don't need to study in Canada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-114243044078377369?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/114243044078377369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=114243044078377369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114243044078377369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114243044078377369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/03/night-before-english-mock-exam.html' title='The night before English Mock Exam'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-114209755140374364</id><published>2006-03-12T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T01:19:11.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men's Digest</title><content type='html'>(Copied from my mate's xanga :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;遺 　 憾 &lt;br /&gt;太 多 男 子 只 能 做 一 個 男 朋 友 ， 不 可 以 做 一 個 情 人 。 男 朋 友 令 人 歡 喜 ， 但 情 人 卻 叫 人 怨 恨 。 男 人 總 以 為 ： 只 要 記 住 她 的 生 日 ， 在 她 面 前 扮 Bear Bear ， 過 節 依 時 與 她 回 到 她 父 母 家 吃 飯 ， 就 算 是 盡 了 男 朋 友 之 責 。 但 他 們 永 遠 不 知 道 ， 情 感 的 長 空 ， 其 實 天 外 有 天 。 &lt;br /&gt;不 錯 ， 男 朋 友 是 一 種 功 能 ， 但 僅 止 於 此 。 男 朋 友 是 卡 拉 OK ， 情 人 是 一 齣 Opera ， 但 是 ， 當 眼 前 這 個 擠 眉 弄 眼 的 男 生 ， 天 生 的 料 子 只 是 一 副 日 本 新 力 招 牌 、 在 東 莞 加 工 出 廠 的 鐳 射 機 ， 他 怎 會 明 白 ： 唱 歌 的 藝 術 ， 不 靠 音 響 高 科 技 ， 也 不 靠 咪 高  ， 不 要 貴 賓 房 ， 也 不 靠 螢 幕 上 淺 水 灣 天 后 像 前 海 灘 上 含 情 脈 脈 的 一 對 商 業 模 特 兒 的 表 情 ， 而 是 要 成 為 帕 伐 洛 堤 ， 只 需 要 一 腔 雲 海 澎 湃 的 肺 腑 ？ &lt;br /&gt;但 男 朋 友 的 悲 哀 ， 正 是 他 以 為 只 要 提 供 了 這 一 切 音 響 高 科 技 的 聲 色 平 台 ， 他 就 是 一 位 歌 唱 家 。 「 你 還 不 滿 意 我 ？ 好 ， 」 他 閉 目 起 誓 ， 伸 出 三 隻 手 指 ， 學  黃 霑 的 調 皮 腔 ： 「 我 由 今 天 起 發 誓 ， 一 生 一 世 只 愛 Shirley 你 一 個 ， 我 會 努 力 搵 錢 ， 賺 夠 了 就 在 貝 沙 灣 買 樓 ， 房 契 只 寫 下 你 的 名 字 ， 然 後 拉 埋 天 窗 ， 生 半 打 仔 女 ， 做 一 個 好 老 公 。 」  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在 一 眾 酒 肉 朋 友 的 哄 笑  ， 他 也 強 忍 住 笑 。 你 輕 撫 他 的 臉 ， 那 一 夜 ， 原 諒 了 他 。 「   你 唔 再 嬲 我 啦 ？ 你 原 諒 我 了 ？ 好  ！ 」 他 手 舞 足 蹈 ， 又 學  少 林 足 球  的 周 星 馳 。 你 只 能 暗 嘆 一 口 氣 ： 那 麼 不 成 氣 候 的 男 仔 ， 他 偏 不 是 甚 麼 大 奸 巨 惡 ， 除 了 原 諒 ， 你 又 能 做 甚 麼 ？ &lt;br /&gt;怎 樣 才 能 令 他 明 白 ， 他 剛 才 那 一 段 自 以 為 風 趣 的 獨 白 ， 其 實 只 像 卡 拉 OK 螢 幕 上 那 一 行 跟 隨 樂 曲 而 閃 抹  紅 色 綠 色 的 歌 詞 ？ 他 何 時 才 知 道 ： 一 個 聰 慧 的 女 人 ， 需 要 的 不 是 一 百 首 流 行 曲 詞 ， 而 是 一 首 李 商 隱 的 唐 詩 ？ &lt;br /&gt;但 是 他 在 殖 民 地 受 教 育 ， 在 銅 鑼 灣 的 大 丸 崇 光 之 間 長 大 ， 他 唸 名 校 ， 但 嗜 好 僅 限 於 王 晶 的 電 影 和 Nike 波 鞋 。 身 為 男 朋 友 ， 他 已 經 在 你 面 前 盡 力 做 到 最 好 ， 但 對  他 ， 往 往 只 令 人 沉 默 ， 有 一 點 唏 噓 ， 然 後 逼 使 人 轉 看  窗 外 的 一 片 藍 天 。 &lt;br /&gt;「 你 還 恨 我 嗎 ？ 」 他 還 怯 怯 地 問 。 恨 他 ？ 他 值 得 嗎 ？ 他 只 是 一 位 叫 人 看 癟 的 小 男 孩 。 此 刻 你 只 是 渴 求 擁 有 一 個 情 人 ， 不 要 像 他 那 種 時 時 叫 人 啼 笑 皆 非 的 逗 笑 ； 寧 願 叫 人 刻 骨 銘 心 地 痛 恨 ， 因 為 你 已 經 二 十 八 歲 ， 對 於 感 情 ， 你 早 就 脫 離 了 王 晶 的 層 次 ， 而 開 始 欣 賞 黑 澤 明 。 &lt;br /&gt;不 介 意 忍 受 怨 恨 的 煎 熬 ， 只 要 能 讓 人 火 浴 一 樣 地 深 愛 一 次 ， 做 到 這 樣 要 求 的 ， 是 一 個 情 人 ， 不 是 一 個 男 朋 友 。 他 怎 樣 才 明 白 ， 你 永 遠 不 會 在 床 上 ， 含  淚 水 ， 在 他 的 肩 背 恨 恨 地 留 下 一 個 齒 痕 的 印 記 ， 因 為 他 不 配 ， 他 是 男 朋 友 ， 他 很 稱 職 ， 但 他 不 是 你 的 情 人 。  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;陶傑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't feel like writing a post today , which is why I simply copy from a friend's xanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-114209755140374364?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/114209755140374364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=114209755140374364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114209755140374364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114209755140374364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/03/mens-digest.html' title='Men&apos;s Digest'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-114183463873975491</id><published>2006-03-08T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T00:17:18.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice makes Perfect</title><content type='html'>Here comes an entry which is going to be written by free will, i.e. whatever I can think of I'm going to type it out, without the slightest care about the structures or the grammar. (I'm sick of it for Kristina's sake!) Although there's nothing special happened today that worth joting down, yet as what Kristina said, I need more practice and, in fact I can feel the need as well. My English is getting poorer and poorer thesedays. And it happened just when the HKCEE is never closer. I'd like to talk about my last composition written during Eng lessen at school. Basically I failed. I couldn't finish, which was rare for me since primary times. I could attribute this complete failure to my mates' disturbance. They kept asking difficult questions, of which I scratched my head and still no answer had come out of it. I was quite sure that they had implicite faith on my Engish knowledge, while I sucks. It's how time flies without a trace. Finally I wrote 300 words or so, yet not knowing what I was trying to tell the readers at the end. I was "Lost", just like the popular drama. When I realised this, the next thing I heard was my English teacher's voice telling us to "drop our weapons and surrender, then meet fate." It felt as if she was saying, "Face it, Kelvin. You're dead." Gasp! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Next, my mom. From the moment I was born my mom had the whip hand over me. There're a lot of times she gives "orders" that I can't comprehend. And so I asked. She just insists on it everytime she can't give me a reason. It gets me sick. I always wonder if she asks me not to do something of her own will. I'm not trying to question your  "truth", but to understand it so that you don't have to repeat it anymore in the future. She couldn't, she couldn't give me an answer. Beging a science student, I hate this. SO what's all that about huh? You want me to follow what u say without a logical reason like a doggie? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Maybe I'm not mature enough to understand her "orders", and I wish either of us can have changes someday, so that peace can exist at our home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-114183463873975491?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/114183463873975491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=114183463873975491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114183463873975491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114183463873975491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/03/practice-makes-perfect_08.html' title='Practice makes Perfect'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-114105318469008330</id><published>2006-02-27T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T00:21:26.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.schneiderart.com/images/dawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.schneiderart.com/images/dawn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me today is one of the few special days throughout my monotonous life. All the stories started when I was waken up by my computer alarm software, that all of a sudden a Rock'n Roll song, which was set to be the alarm sound, broke through the harmony of silence.  Being stunned at that very instant, it occurred to me almost unconsciously that the song was probably going to wake Mom up as well, without realising she's already awake for a long while, as usual. Which was why then I stretched my entire body across my bed to reach the speaker, turning it down. With that difficult gesture, I hurt my neck at once, I for the rest of the day I felt pain whensoever I turned my head around. Stepping in my classroom I found that Sarah, who sits with me, was wearing a mask - she's caught a cold. "Haha, it's funny huh ! Two sick people sitting together." I thought to myself. There'was nothing special during schooling, except that I did a 94 Maths MC and made 3 mistakes ,with which I was quite satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I went to tutorial school, alone, as usual. I can't help but to acknowledge that I am less capable to resist sleepiness these days. It was 15 minutes past the beginning of the lessen and I fell asleep. What a waste of money, my mom's money~ Gasp! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the lessen had finished I went to Supersandwich, the one in World Trade Centre, for a delicious roll, coupled with a cup of hot Cappucino, which costs an extra $4. Then I strolled through the over-crowded streets in Causeway Bay to the Commercial Press to meet a friend as we planned. (May my lovely supporters please tell me the appropiate way to express it - actually I mean ...as 相約好. Thanks! ^^) When I got there, the friend was not there. she's just, vanished. Later that night she phoned me and said she went home. Okay, so I darted towards the Central Library through the rain. Again I did a Maths MC paper, though this time I got 7 wrong. Gosh~ By the time I finished checking the answers, I was already a bit late for the following tutorial class in Fortress Hill. I shooted towards the bus stop which is opposite to the library at once when a bus number 2X was approaching. I had a glimpse at the watch and it was twenty past eight. A bit late. What is out of my expectation is that the bus moved with enlightening speed, to 西灣河...... Great, I was on the wrong bus.......!!!!!! I shouted inside, with my outside seemed nothing wrong. Darn it! After getting off the bus I had to take the MTR back to the destination, by then I was already late for almost half an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the remaining of the lessen was over, I walked home under rain without an umbrella. I can assure you that it was not merely a shower, it was pouring. Luckily when I was about home a good-hearted woman shared an umbrella with me, to help me through this harsh situation - if I got too wet my mom gonna kill me :P .By the time I thought to myself that the day was over weird things are yet to take place. when I was in the lift with a man, the lift moves so super-slow that it would have taken forever to reach my floor. One to two minutes later it got to the tenth floor. I and the man did exactly the same thing, i.e. jump out at once. Then I walked eight floors before I returned home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backcing home is not easy, man. &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your days, teens!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin, feeling sleepy and painful due to my injured neck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-114105318469008330?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/114105318469008330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=114105318469008330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114105318469008330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/114105318469008330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/02/difference.html' title='Difference'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-113776065433753796</id><published>2006-01-20T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T00:25:02.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.elmspuzzles.com/gallery/Lassen/amber%20dawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.elmspuzzles.com/gallery/Lassen/amber%20dawn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow. I have A Maths tution tomorrow. I am bit of worried. I don't know if I will still do maths like a dumb like the weeks before. I understand clearly that if this continues I gonna lose confidence, and I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without confidence I can't have anything done well. This forms a cycle, which is what I don't want to happen. As soon as I am trapped inside it takes me a whole lot of time to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no time to waste, and everyone is making progress. I can't stop but advance. I have to force myself forward, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power up, Kelvin.&lt;br /&gt;Always support you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-113776065433753796?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/113776065433753796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=113776065433753796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113776065433753796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113776065433753796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/01/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-113729715453362564</id><published>2006-01-15T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T11:52:34.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left...</title><content type='html'>It´s always true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you no longer posess something, you miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only does it fit on relationship, but everything, including your brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here´s my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks ago, when I went to Tsang´s for Additional Mathematics tution as usual, I had difficulties doing lots of the questions. I stuck, which was unusual to me. Even though sometimes it might take me more or less five minutes to solve particularly hard questions, I didn´t have the slightest problem doing the ¨formulated¨ ones. It had changed, without my knowledge. Since several weeks ago I could no longer find the solution by myself, I must look at the hints on that sheet or peek at the people who once asked me how to solve questions all the time. I ASKED THE PEOPLE WHO WAS MUCH WEAKER THAN ME. Okay, so what about the simple ¨formulated¨ questions? Guess what, I could rarely got the answer right even doing the simple calculation, such as addition, subtraction, to name but a few. As soon as I realised that I started to convince myself that all that was just because I didn't get enough sleep, and if I go to bed earlier and I could be like what I was like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was proved to be wrong, completely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After weeks, I found that no matter when I go to bed, nothing have changed. I am still like a noob, that I have to rely on the people who once asked me all those silly questions, of which I laughed at them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This situation hasn't changed at all until now, which is why I am writing this entry. I guess my "Maths gene" had left me without my notice, with unknown reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am depressed. I shed tears. I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to get my Maths Gene back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please help me, coz' this is my only pleasure in this game. When I realised that my Maths Gene had left me and I became a dumb, I am shocked, not knowing what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help me, God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin, who begins to believe once again since primary school that God's here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-113729715453362564?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/113729715453362564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=113729715453362564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113729715453362564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113729715453362564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2006/01/left.html' title='Left...'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-113566916815773879</id><published>2005-12-27T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T15:39:28.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudden Thought</title><content type='html'>Sudden Thought. Just going to leave a small paragraph here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel it, perhaps unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the start I could feel that she, but she was the one I was really looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing. I dare not. I was afraid. And I held back. Then I regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the book you lend me ages ago, It's not until I'm going to lose it that I learn to treasure it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish I have the chance. But I am afraid still, that you're too high to reach, xxxxxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry X'mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-113566916815773879?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/113566916815773879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=113566916815773879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113566916815773879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113566916815773879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/12/sudden-thought.html' title='Sudden Thought'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-113473355111179967</id><published>2005-12-16T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T19:45:51.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax day</title><content type='html'>Time flies without a trace. It still feels like it was yesterday that I last dropped an entry here, though in reality it's been 8 days. Being fond of too many things at the same time, I hardly motivate myself to drop by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so what to start with? First, the tv program, &lt;em&gt;Point Pleasant.&lt;/em&gt; Yesterday was the end of the Point Pleasant episode one. At the end Kristina became evil and killed Jessy(not sure bout the spelling), who was the only one that can defeat her and stop her from bringing death to the town they lived in. This is a breath catching tv program. Though I'm a bit upset about the over simple ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, My friend being on the headline. With the newspaper's City main page in my hand, I saw my friend, Janet on the newspaper headline, that she was rewarded for winning the toy designing competition. She rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, tea time. Today right after school Plane accompanied me to the Pacific Coffee in North Point. We stayed there for more than an hour, enjoying ourselves. Everything there was, well, gr8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, in fact today I don't quite feel like writing weblog.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-113473355111179967?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/113473355111179967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=113473355111179967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113473355111179967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113473355111179967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/12/relax-day.html' title='Relax day'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-113401548935169653</id><published>2005-12-08T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T15:43:19.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minnie</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Minnie, one of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a long time since we last time saw each other in Tsang's. I missed her. I missed her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's different from all I've known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like her so much (of course as a friend, or I gonna be killed :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like her pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like her beauty from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like her loveliness, which is not acted, she is cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like the way she teased me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like the way she laughed at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like how natural she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like how she looked when she's doing A maths with super speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like her when she's drinking chocolate 雪貓.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like her having no sense in playing poker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like the time when we're rushing through the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like the time when we're sharing an umbrella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like the way she laughed innocently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like the excited look on her face when she's telling me what Blythe is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like her sudden high pitch when speaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like her surprised look when she found that her thought that she's taller than me is wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like having dinner with her in KFC, 吉野家.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like her being happy most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like the time when we were taking sticky photos, which was my first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like her hurrying me up when we're adding pics on the photos in front of the sticky photo machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like the way she taught me English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like the way she didn't know the simplest Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like the time when she and I went to my kindergarten secretly and had a look around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like looking at her learning how to make soap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like being with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like looking at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like thinking about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like how sweet she is when she phoned me before she went to England for a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like Minnie, the one and the only one Minnie in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She's having a happy life, and I wish this will never ends on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kelvin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. God bless her with her bf.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-113401548935169653?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/113401548935169653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=113401548935169653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113401548935169653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113401548935169653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/12/minnie.html' title='Minnie'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-113388077401488855</id><published>2005-12-06T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T23:22:01.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Veronicas and the New Thinking System</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6568/1726/1600/normal_veronicas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6568/1726/320/normal_veronicas3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sooner have you read the heading than you must be confused for you have no idea what's the relationship between the Veronicas and the New Thinking system. Well, I'm sorry to tell you that there's no bond between them, I bind them together just to catch your eye, and it seems that I have succeeded since you're reading this entry right now, are you not? :P Nevertheless, I really want to tell about the Veronicas and the New Thinking System today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin with, the Veronicas. It's not until a few days ago when I listened to their songs in a classmate's mp3 player that I realised there's such a, well, &lt;em&gt;fabulous &lt;/em&gt;twins group popping out from nowhere. I don't know what to say, they just&lt;strong&gt;, rock&lt;/strong&gt;! Without listening to more than once I decided most of their songs to be my favourites, to name but a few, Speechless, Leave Me Alone, 4Ever, When It All Falls Apart, Heavily Broken, Mouth Shut. I can't help but post out the lyrics of my favourite of the faourites, and that's Speechless. I don't know much about the group, yet I really appreciate their work. I'd like to call'em to go on till the Endless Nights! Wow! I'm really into them! Gasp! I haven't been in that high spirit after Avril Lavigne, Kelly Clarkson and Bow Wow. Woo! Their gifted hot voice, coupled with their skills makes me feel that they are already veteran in this area like Madonna. Yeah, I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's next? Ah, the New Thinking System. As I just said, it has nothing to do with the Veronicas. I bought an expensive book yesterday, titeld "I am Right, you are Wrong."in a bookshop. The author is the famous Edward de Bono, a physician and ...... forgot. In the book it states that the thinking habit we are using nowadays is not the best, and no longer adequate in modern life. Since the last Renaissance, we think in "arguments", which are supported "logic" and "reasons". This thinking system did help us a lot in making progress in al aspects of Science and Art. Many theories and laws are contructed and proved by logic and reasons. Maybe, maybe this thinking system is once adequate in the medieval times, but, as the author said, it is probably not the ideal way to make progress anymore nowadays. A New Renaissance is needed and is necessary. In the book he elaborates the thinking system that he has been putting forward for more than a decade.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so here's the lyrics of my favourite song sung by the Veronicas, Speechless:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Speechless"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feels like I have always known you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I swear I dreamt about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All those endless nights I was alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like I've spent forever searching&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I know that it was worth it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With you it feels like I am finally home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falling head over heels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thought I knew how it feels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But with you it's like the first day of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz you leave me speechless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you talk to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way you look at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You manage to disarm me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My soul is shining through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't help but surrender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My everything to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought I could resist you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought that I was strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow you are different from what I've known&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't see you coming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You took me by surprise and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You stole my heart before I could say no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falling head over heels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thought I knew how it feels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But with you it's like the first day of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You leave me speechless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you talk to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way you look at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You manage to disarm m&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My soul is shining through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't help but surrender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My everything to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You leave me speechless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(the way you smile, the way you touch my face)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(it's something that you do I can't explain)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I run a million miles just to hear you say my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(The best sentence of all !!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You leave me speechless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way you look at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You manage to disarm me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My soul is shining through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't help but surrender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My everything to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-113388077401488855?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/113388077401488855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=113388077401488855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113388077401488855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113388077401488855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/12/veronicas-and-new-thinking-system.html' title='The Veronicas and the New Thinking System'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-113345402435366139</id><published>2005-12-02T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T00:21:54.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200;"&gt;WHAT THE FUKIN' HELL AM I DOING HERE!!!!! I REALLY FEEL LIKE A BLOODY JERK!!! DARN IT!!! I WROTE AN ENTRY N THEN I TRIED IN VAIN TO HIDE THAT FROM ALL THE PEOPLE ON EARTH EXCEPT ONE PERSON. AFTER HOURS I AM STILL SITTING IN FRONT OF THE COMPUTER, THINKING HOW TO SOLVE THIS TECHNICAL PROBLEM, AM I NOT DEFINITELY A NUT?! WHAT FOR?!! WHAT THE FUKIN' DAMNED DAY TO ME!!!! I, AM , SHIT-FOR-BRAINS!!! HELL!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-113345402435366139?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/113345402435366139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=113345402435366139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113345402435366139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113345402435366139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/12/what.html' title='What the...'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-113341789264480020</id><published>2005-12-01T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T23:40:39.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't help</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thor.info.uaic.ro/~busaco/paint/rusty-feelings/SoIntimateSong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://thor.info.uaic.ro/~busaco/paint/rusty-feelings/SoIntimateSong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it seems ages since I last time left an entry here. Umm, I have been thinking about that since then, whether I should write something that I'm not supposed to. I want to say something to a, friend maybe, though I'm not a talking man, my words just slip away from my tongue when I face her, and I don't even know if that's the right decision to write about that after so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to tell you again that I'm really sorry for all that. But I'd like to let you know that everything has a reason. It didn't just pop out from nowhere. You must had thought that I did that just to do that. I didn't. Maybe I'm weird, I don't know, but I just couldn't stand that I felt like the same to you with the others....... I wanted to feel that I'm different from them because, you know why. And so I did the silliest thing ever in my life, hoping to convince myself I'm really different. I did that. I couldn't believe I really did that. But that's all because I felt myself not more than a friend to you, when we WERE more than that actually. Neither am I trying to defend myself nor to mean that the fault was not on me. Yeah, I know. It's totally my problem, that I was depressed seeing you getting along more than well with other guys. I always think absurdly, I know. .After all these days I realized the sole reason I felt depressed was that I was not confident enough, right. I would have felt nothing as long as I was confident, and everything might turn out in a totally different way. I'm sorry. As a matter of fact, until now I am still not sure if I should post all that out. I know you probably won't go to my weblog and see this entry by chance. Which is one of the reasons why I post it here. Let fate decide if you will suddenly visit my weblog and notice this entry, or simply let this entry sinking down the bottom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not trying to save anything as I know I can't, and wish God bless you, Ling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once again.&lt;br /&gt;I AM SORRY------&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Best Wishes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kelvin, one who once X(I remember that X is your favourite word) you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what's this for, and I know this passage will change nothing in this galaxy, yet I can't help, I can't. I'll explode one day if I don't tell the person the "truth"(if you believe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;br /&gt;1-12-05&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-113341789264480020?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/113341789264480020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=113341789264480020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113341789264480020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113341789264480020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/12/cant-help.html' title='Can&apos;t help'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-113326653284873694</id><published>2005-11-29T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T20:15:33.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drill Holes in my brain.</title><content type='html'>Don't panic. I don't really mean to drill holes on my brain.  It's not the first day that I realized that I can't see things from different views. This problem has not been fixed up until now. I"m not going to tell you why or when or who inspired me to have this thought again, though I'd like to try my very best to share with you how I feel about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'll take Biology as an example. When I see the following question:  Why's the number of urination or a pregnant woman more than a normal adult?,  I can't help but to think in the most common way, which is what everyone can think of, i.e. there's the embryo producing urine and so the urinary bladder is full in a shorter time. This is a factor, yet this is not responsible for the significant change. Guess wht. The answer is that since the embryo is in the uterus, occupying a large space, and so the urinary bladder is compressed, resulting in a smaller capacity of urine.&lt;br /&gt;Err.... well, I just don't understand what on earth makes the difference that I can't think of any relevant answers while others can, without the slightest hesitatoin. The only reason I can think of is, as in Chinese saying, that My brain can't "turn as fast as the people can" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So, how am I supposed to fix that up? I have no idea. Read more? If I know something just because I read it before then I don't regard that as solving the problem. I want my answer to come from my brainstorm, but not from my memory. Maybe I'm wrong, as I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;Someone please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The next thing I want to talk about is that, as I grow up I gradually really realize that not everything hidden in your heart can be exposed, coz this may hurt others, annoyed others, make others feel hatred, which are what I don't want to happen. I gotta learn to say the appropiate things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the rule I learn, "Look before you leap, Think before you speak".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: BTW I'd like to thank my good friend, desiree, for sharing with me those verses in the Bible and all the things you helped me. You're sweet. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-113326653284873694?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/113326653284873694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=113326653284873694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113326653284873694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113326653284873694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/11/drill-holes-in-my-brain.html' title='Drill Holes in my brain.'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-113318883300734680</id><published>2005-11-26T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:40:33.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet November</title><content type='html'>For mom said the movie "The Sweet November" would definitely tug at my heart-strings, I decided to gave it a shot yesterday night when it was broadcast in Pearl. I'm undoutedly crazy about love stories, as are love movies, and so after a bit of hesitation I decided to spend more or less two hours on sitting straight on the sofa watching this &lt;em&gt;touching&lt;/em&gt; movie. The story is about Nelson, a man who works for an advertisement company, helping large organizations to design the ads; and Sarah,  a woman who always does crazy things. One day they met by chance, and within one minute she could feel that Nelson devoted himself too much on his work. He needs to change, she thought. Then she convinced with any method she could Nelson to drop down his job and live with her for one month. That month is November. This month did change him, all over. During that month, they went shopping like a couple, kissed like a couple, and most of all made love like a couple. They did everything but job. By the end of the month Nelson started to realize how beautiful the world is lying in front of him. He .....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, suddenly not in mood. I guess I'll continue next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-113318883300734680?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/113318883300734680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=113318883300734680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113318883300734680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113318883300734680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/11/sweet-november.html' title='Sweet November'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-113291973768669462</id><published>2005-11-25T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T19:55:37.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Mathematician???</title><content type='html'>Today during the Biology lessen, Mrs Leung, our Bio teacher told us about her husband, who is full of fansy if all she said is for real. We had double lessens, and she only took one of them to finish the short topic, Growth and Development. Then being given pressure by us, she told us about her husband. Though she didn't tell us his name, she said that her husband is the only Chinese in an cosmopolitan organisation, namely somewhat like "World Mathematician" (plz do tell me I remember wrongly). It sets out proposals to help big organisations to beat others down and trigger wars between countries or nations and from it transfers the capital to the specific country by some unknown methods. And after every job he can get a large sum of money. But there's a limit for every member, i.e. one can only works for 10 years in that organisation.&lt;br /&gt;And now, Miss Leung's husband no longer needs to work and the money he earned is more than enough to support the rest of his life. Isn't this a man of fantasy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As you can see, today my entry is not as good as the past ones, because I am going to play Soldier of Fortune 2 now, so I'm in a rush. My heart is already there actually. So I think I should stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Cheers,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-113291973768669462?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/113291973768669462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=113291973768669462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113291973768669462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113291973768669462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/11/world-mathematician.html' title='World Mathematician???'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-113266387365308778</id><published>2005-11-22T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T20:53:35.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more day wasted in my unnoticeable life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.assiginack.com/images/Lake%20Manitou%20Scene.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.assiginack.com/images/Lake%20Manitou%20Scene.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning I got up late, indicating the approach of the fall. When the weather gets cold, I have to struggle for quite a while before I can finally get up for cleaning up, as is the majority of the peoplle. Finally it took me more than half an hour to have myself ready for school. Still fighting to open my sleepy eyes wide, I arrived at school. Then I got to my classroom and sat down purposelessly, staring blindly at my classmates do homework. It was not until the second bell had rang that I woke up from my daydreams and zipped downstairs to the covered playground. I had to on duty. Damn! I was already 5 minutes late! I ran and ran, as fast as I could, hoping no one would have noticed me being late. Well, it was not the first time. You know, memorizing things is my Achilles' heel. Fortunately neither Mrs Kung nor the teachers of discipline blamed me on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got back to the classroom after the Assembly had ended. Woo. There were two classmates absent today, they were Ozone and Ling. "Hey, they must have gone together with the wind!" I joked with Kit. "Maybe to watch films or library together! You lose, kit. Haha." I didn't know how he felt at that moment, yet I knew he was not happy with that at all. He acted as if he didn't care but I knew it. I just knew it. Um, nothing special with the lessens, just boring and monotonic, teaching us how to waste time efficiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I had the Chinese tution. I received the test last time and my result was 33.5 out of 30. You must be confused by then, that how can my marks be higher than the maximum marks Yeah, I couldn't figure out why too at first, and I was exhilarated about this abnormal phenomenon. My laugh froze as the teacher said she had doubled the maximum mark before marking for accuracy, which pathetically meant I only got half of the questions right. Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once finishing the Chinese tution, I rushed to the covered playground to play my favourite game, the Happy Chess for a while until half past five, which was when I left for dinner at my grandma's flat, eating the same food every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went home and is right now typing this entry which is without a single theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-113266387365308778?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/113266387365308778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=113266387365308778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113266387365308778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113266387365308778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-more-day-wasted-in-my-unnoticeable.html' title='One more day wasted in my unnoticeable life'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-113258695165476321</id><published>2005-11-21T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:29:11.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New seats</title><content type='html'>For once again there's nothing special happened today so here I am to write about my new seat. I sit on the sixth row from the door and the second last column. Which is awesome for I am close to the window and so able to have a view of the outside beautiful world during boring to death lessens(Hey I didn't say English lessens! Don't misunderstand!). Wheneveer you are sleepy, all you need to do is to cast your eyes over the enormous area emerald trees of Shau Kei Wan (Oops, Sorry for my extreme exaggeration.) and you'd be forgiven for starting to daydream you're in Amazon exploring the nature, and then you no longer feel sleepy. Trust me. Though afterall you're not paying much attention to what the teacher is saying as well. :p Sleeping or daydreaming makes the only difference.&lt;br /&gt;  Umm.. What's next. Yea. All the classmates sitting around me are as quiet as the carcass. On the good side I can concentrate on my work at any time. Be that as it may, I can't help but acknowledge that the surrounding atmosphere is so tedious that I have to gasp for fresh air like a fish out of water. Without Nathan or Scott, my best friends near me, I'm a bit depressed. Gone are the days when I sat with Scott and Nathan. Which was when I enjoyed most.&lt;br /&gt;  To end up this entry, I hope all people can always work their very best out of their life and, treasure your friends. You never know when you'll lose them. Too late will it be for you to feel regret for not treating them good enough when they're by your side. Think it over, my pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I have set up a forum : &lt;a href="http://kelvinds.15.forumer.com/index.php?act=idx"&gt;http://kelvinds.15.forumer.com/index.php?act=idx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's new so don't expect there's anything inside. No expectation, no disappointment. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-113258695165476321?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/113258695165476321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=113258695165476321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113258695165476321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113258695165476321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-seats.html' title='New seats'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-113245628298433397</id><published>2005-11-19T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T11:37:42.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chess</title><content type='html'>Like what I used to be, I can't think of any special things to say, and after squeezing my brain for a while here I am to share my feeling on the recreational activity,  namely "Happy Chess" with those of you who are reading this entry rite now.&lt;br /&gt;  To begin with, I would like to introduce to you whatsoever "Happy Chess" is in case some of you don't have an idea what I am typing about. Hmm... Should I say in this way, that western people play snooker while Chinese play Happy Chess. Happy Chess is somehow like snooker, yet with a smaller, square table and shorter que. Moreover, the "balls" in the Happy Chess game are chesses which are flat-bottomed. The rules are more or less the same with snooker, that is to shoot all the chess into the pockets.&lt;br /&gt;  Generally Happy Chess is a game for two players, though very often people form teams of two to play by taking turns to shoot. But of course, One on One is always the most enjoyable way to play.&lt;br /&gt;  I enjoy playing this game since it's easy to play it well. The tempo can be extreme, either devilishly slow or speedy. Despite being a two-player game, many people are entertained because the audience also enjoy watching the match. I think this game suit the people here since the tempo is just like the lifestyle of people in Hong Kong. Happy Chess really make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I guess that's all for my feelings on Happy Chess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  BTW, I realized that I haven't written a single response to From The Heart since the beginning of this term. Hope I will write in response someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-113245628298433397?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/113245628298433397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=113245628298433397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113245628298433397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113245628298433397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-chess.html' title='Happy Chess'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-113222743256361289</id><published>2005-11-17T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T19:57:55.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most important thing yet of all in our Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tla1.com/Talent/Jennifer_Herbert/JHerb%20Classroom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.tla1.com/Talent/Jennifer_Herbert/JHerb%20Classroom.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School picnic? Exams? Whatsoever is the thing that my classmates most concern about? Guess what, it's changing seats! Gee! Our changing seats sytem is like this: on the first day of each month we can change our seats by different methods. The majority in my class are excited when they hear that they can change seats. Mr Li, our class teacher, however, is not fond of it in any sense. And this brings a CLASS WAR among us and Mr Li periodically just like menstruation. It's a miracle tha he can hear our giggling and murmur but is never able to 'hear' us whenever we ask him about changing seats. Undoubtedly he always turn a deaf ear to us under this situation, with no exeption. Though there's nothing we can do but to wait for his consent. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't we make a deal? Why's that we are just like begging him everytime? It's totally above my head. Very often I just sit on my chair which has a "on9" symbol on its back and enjoy that splendid scene when they're struggling for our rights. They're exactly doing the same thing as what "long hair" do in front of Legco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all for the story of "Changing Seats."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What following is about the movie clips we watched today at school, which were established by our classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're totally three of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I"m sorry to tell those who are reading this entry that I have nothing to say about the first two clips since they're far beyond my understanding. Firstly, I couldn't hear the conversation but the sounds of the background, which have cars moving by, piercing the air. Hmm... It's okay I can still understand them by looking at the subtitle, I thought. No sooner did I have this thought than the subtitles diappeared. Gosh. What followed was the dimming of the screen. Now I could only saw black dots moving on the screen and hear the sounds produced by the cars. Good. I could totally understand the clip. Yea I did, I did got it. It told me it's time to ask the classmate sitting in front of me in the hall for his N-Gage intead of wasting time on the UFO- Unknown flying objects. So what about the second clip? the protagonist is my friend, yet I couldn't stop myself from telling you how I felt about that. Just like the first clip, it has subtitles without fading out after a short while, and I can understand the whole story quite well. Nonetheless, throughout the story I could only see the protagonist whizzing around in the flat and do all sorts of housework. And then I saw the most meaningful thing yet of all shown up -- The End.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I guess it's an ETV and it's teaching us how to do housework. Yes, it must be so. I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third clip, which was also the last one, was really nice. The voices of the characters wouldn't be covered up by the background sound, and there're subtitles. Moreover, there's lots of punchline and I laughed at all that. You wouldn't think those jokes were "larn gag". Hmm... And despite a lot of jokes, the theme stands out clearly. I really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie clips, we finished school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed there for another hour to play "Happy chess". :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-113222743256361289?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/113222743256361289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=113222743256361289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113222743256361289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113222743256361289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/11/most-important-thing-yet-of-all-in-our.html' title='The most important thing yet of all in our Class'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-113206876778368712</id><published>2005-11-15T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:32:47.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my Favourite songs</title><content type='html'>I love the way you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the feel of your name on my lips&lt;br /&gt;And I like the sound of your sweet gentle kiss&lt;br /&gt;The way that your fingers run through my hair&lt;br /&gt;And how your scent lingers even when you're not there&lt;br /&gt;And I like the way your eyes dance when you laugh&lt;br /&gt;And how you enjoy your two-hour bath&lt;br /&gt;And how you've convinced me to dance in the rain&lt;br /&gt;With everyone watching like we were insane&lt;br /&gt;But I love the way you love me&lt;br /&gt;Strong and wild, slow and easy&lt;br /&gt;Heart and soul so completely&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like the sound of old R 'n' B&lt;br /&gt;And you roll your eyes when I'm sloppily off key&lt;br /&gt;And I like the innocent way that you cry&lt;br /&gt;At sappy old movies you've seen thousands of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Listen to me now..)And I could list a million things&lt;br /&gt;I love to like about you&lt;br /&gt;But they could all come down to one reason&lt;br /&gt;I could never live without you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin, still feeling blue......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-113206876778368712?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/113206876778368712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=113206876778368712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113206876778368712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113206876778368712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-of-my-favourite-songs.html' title='One of my Favourite songs'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-113205562886135889</id><published>2005-11-15T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T19:53:48.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it worth wasting an hour everyday for nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blueventures.org/images/Blue-StormB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.blueventures.org/images/Blue-StormB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realising that there's not much special to say for today, I have decided to write about our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't-know-what-the-hell-is-happening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; English lessens. Well, how am I supposed to start sharing you this endless nightmare? Um. Almost every day we have two English lessens, which the majority in our class regard as a self-study period lasting for an hour and twenty minutes. Throughout the lessens the whole class is surrounded by a bored-to-death atmosphere. Yet, you can observe the real character of classmates. Some of them read newspaper or the pamphlet published by school to learn vocabulary and sentence structure; some spend their time for chit-chat; some sleep throughout the lessens, hoping to regain energy for the study after school; most of them daydream while the others, which is the minority, really listen to the teacher, &lt;em&gt;Chrisdinner &lt;/em&gt;. I, however, spend most of the time observing what the others are doing, then searching for the most meaningful thing to do. The English lessens are so monotonic that I'm feeling blue writing a bloody long passage to describe the circumstances during our lessens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I learnt something these few days. It's well known maxim, i.e. Look before you leap. (三思而後行) You gotta take responsibilities on what you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to tell you why I suddenly have this feeling though coz that's secret. Yet, I'd like all of the ppl who have read this entry to think it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I wanna tell someone(Let it be constant T) something (other readers can neglect this paragraph), that when I'm serious, you're not by my side and ready to tell me what you think, and when you are beside me I'm not in that kind of serious mood as you expect I am. I'm sorry for that, T. I'll work my best to try to be what u expect. hope we can figure the problem out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-113205562886135889?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/113205562886135889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=113205562886135889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113205562886135889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113205562886135889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/11/does-it-worth-wasting-hour-everyday.html' title='Does it worth wasting an hour everyday for nothing.'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-113145708090070777</id><published>2005-11-08T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T21:40:25.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pretty easy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kelloggscerealcity.com/shared/content/products/kid-on-corn-flakes-box_larg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.kelloggscerealcity.com/shared/content/products/kid-on-corn-flakes-box_larg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's nothing special to say for today but a bit easy, neither was there pressure from quizes, homework or whatever nor harsh lessens, by which I mean Chemistry and Chinese. We do have Chinese lessens, two Chinese lessens for this day, but today they were replaced by the appointment ceremony of the Student Association, which lasted for a whole hour! Worse still, I had to on duty in the hall and stand straight throughout the ceremony... Some of the form three students were so active that they kept talking and giggling non-stoppedly. Being clear that speech is my weakness, I simply approached and gazed at them instead. No sooner had they realized my gaze than they behaved better. That's a cool experience because by merely staring at their eyes deeply for a few seconds they got flurried and flustered. Nonetheless, afterall my fatigue covered the cool feeling, and I wanted nothing but to sit when I finally got out of the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's lunchtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual the form two students were never naughty in my eyes , only talking and having fun all the time, which shown how energetic they were, just like when I was also a form two student few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner I went for a hair cut. Well it's soso I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I sat on in front of my laptop again as usual and typing my entry with no content inside, just "blowing water". Right now I am planning to eat corn flakes after finishing this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should stop now for I am a bit hungry. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-113145708090070777?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/113145708090070777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=113145708090070777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113145708090070777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113145708090070777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/11/pretty-easy-day.html' title='A pretty easy day'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-113126938186132309</id><published>2005-11-06T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T17:29:41.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything went to the downside</title><content type='html'>As what the actor in the drama "Aladdin" said, "Everyday there's a sucka". And that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed late last night for I had been struggling with a film with forgotten name, and that marked the beginning of the nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;I had to go for Additional Mathematics tution today morning and I just woke up in time. I had to brush my teeth and gel my dry, hard hair almost at the same time. Unconsciously I took out a piece of bread and placed it in my mouth and then I set off.&lt;br /&gt;When I arrrived at the tutorial school it's 8: 50, which meant I was a bit late, though luckily enough the tutor was busying as a bee and so didn't bother to scold me or whatever. I sat down as soon as I got in and started to do maths silently, making no signs of my presence because I knew today is not my day and if I didn't pay much more attention than ever on my paper I would be the last one to leave this room. Despite my working hard, I still couldn't leave as early as I used to (In this tutorial school u can leave as soon as you have finished the paper, which somehow motivate us to do faster~), which made me depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I back home and took a little break be4 lunch. After lunch I felt even more sleepy and with a pile of Biology notes in front of me and in my hand, I couldn't help but to go for a nap. lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by 5:00 sth, i.e. now, I'm about to go out for swim (I'm still learning :P) with my friend, plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horay! This is how I wasted my weekends! How marvelous! I had planned to do loads of stuff but everything turned out in an opposite way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this weekend and hundreds of thousands of weekends that I wasted before I learnt the importance of getting enough sleep. Watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, here's a site somewhat called love calculator, telling you how to get involved with desired person. Cool , rite~ (or "mo liu" ?)&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doctorathome.com/love/love.php?e=45eop-yrsrh2wefvy5whbj-y"&gt;http://www.doctorathome.com/love/love.php?e=45eop-yrsrh2wefvy5whbj-y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-113126938186132309?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/113126938186132309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=113126938186132309' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113126938186132309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113126938186132309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/11/everything-went-to-downside.html' title='Everything went to the downside'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-113110496032134357</id><published>2005-11-04T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T19:49:20.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Drama</title><content type='html'>I had a great day today, which is rare for me. There was no Chemistry lessens, the most boring lessen yet of all for I'm totally a jerk in this field; and no English lessens, which are with no doubt waste of time, but instead, we were arranged to go to the hall to enjoy a drama, of which I can't remember the full name but something like "Aladdin". Saying from the heart, the drama was not grand at all but it caught every audience's attention and no one was daydreaming or doing other things. All people were watching the actors and actress performing confidently with exaggerated facial expressions. They speaks fluent English as they are native speakers and so we could learn something from 'em. There was no any "dead air" throughout the drama and everyone was excited and kept exclaiming. The whole drama impressed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally be4 school we had a long break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice school day, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all the special things for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oops~ Seems a bit short today :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chao.&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-113110496032134357?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/113110496032134357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=113110496032134357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113110496032134357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113110496032134357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/11/drama.html' title='A Drama'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-113085236675150033</id><published>2005-11-01T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:49:51.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught a Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.davehyndman.com/images/20050113-070132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.davehyndman.com/images/20050113-070132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the air conditioner turned on in such a cool day in the poor ventilated classroom, I can't find any reason for not catching a cold. When I set off form my home today morning the wind breezed through my skin and the drifting clouds together with the shiny sun form a beautiful but natural picture which made me feel hope in life. Though it's not all plain sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose has allergy and so I often sneeze even under little unfavourable conditions, e.g. ups and downs in temperature, whether the air is fresh or not. to name but a few. Therefore, there's merely limited time I can reallly enjoy the day without having my nose cupped by my hands. Gosh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back the classroom, well it's ok, a bit cool but after all it's ok to my nose. but as more and more classmates got back to the classroom and the windows still kept barely opened, I began to feel being smothered. Couldn't breath in any air, or fresh air more precisely, and I couldn't help but gasping for fresh air. merely few of the mates also felt so while the others felt nothing. Then, there came the lessens. During the Biology lessens, Miss Leung, our Bio teacher commented that it was hot and turned on the air conditioner. &lt;em&gt;Woo~ &lt;/em&gt;Why don't you open the windows instead, I wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what I learnt from a TV programme ages ago, students in Hong Kong never know the difference between FRESH AIR and THE AIR GIVEN OUT BY THE CONDITIONER. They never understand, never. And we, those who have nose allergy have to take that. That's somewhat fate, my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-113085236675150033?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/113085236675150033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=113085236675150033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113085236675150033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113085236675150033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/11/caught-cold.html' title='Caught a Cold'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-113050557726701857</id><published>2005-10-28T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T22:18:23.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.facets.org/Images/notebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.facets.org/Images/notebook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my big day. No, not my wedding, but my birthday. For the first time there were a group of friends sang me a birthday song and several even gave me presents! Which was what touched me for I used to pass my birthday in an more ordinary way than ever. By the end of the day I received a novel, which is a love story--Hmmm my favourite :P --- and a model toy, which is cute. Even I don't know what the model is, I know that it's popular and what is the most important is their heart is buried inside this toy, and I can feel it, indeed. So, I'd like to deliver my 1000 times thanks to my friends that you all made me feel love. You know what, love can be in uncountable senses, love bet. couples, love bet. friends, love bet. parents, to name but a few. We used to know this but never did I ever really understand and feel it before until, today. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wanna share with all of you a story which occurred to me (means got a brainstorm) all of a sudden. (deleted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes this story so special is that even me, the author of this story, have no idea how many characters related to L are there in it, up to your imagination. One? Two? What about three?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I wanna express bit of my feelings on the drama, "Point Pleasant". Overall it's excellent, having a fantastic plot with innovative ideas on the topic of God and Demons, which opens my eyes. Everything goes well but one problem, which lies in the name of the protagonist of the whole drama, the daughter of demon-------She's called...............................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristina. =.=" I can't concentrate on the drama as soon as I realised what her name is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-113050557726701857?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/113050557726701857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=113050557726701857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113050557726701857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113050557726701857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-to-myself.html' title='Happy Birthday to myself'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-113040423224216562</id><published>2005-10-27T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T17:15:20.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.moviecitynews.com/arrays/music/2004/images/notebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.moviecitynews.com/arrays/music/2004/images/notebook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed ages since I last time post an entry. So what have I been up to during these days and whatsoever made writing an entry become a luxury? Well, the &lt;em&gt;Notebook&lt;/em&gt;. It is a love story with an ordinary plot but extraordinary touching. The protagonists, Noah and Allie, fell in love with each other when they were fourteen. Allie's mother, however, abandoned Noah from seeing her for he was a poor guy. So after spending the sweetest summer of all in their life with each other, she left with tears. They haven't seen each other since then. When she grew up, she met a wideknown lawyer, Lxxx(oops suddenly forgot his name) , and they gradually fell in love. Everything was fine, that they was even preparing to marry before long, until when one day Allie saw a news article about the death of Noah's dad. This little article with but several lines of words triggered her memories about past days. SHE HASN'T PUT DOWN HER FIRST LOVE, NOAH, AT ALL. Struggling for a lifetime long, she decided to call on him, with whatever reason that even she was not clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things turn out in an unexpected way. Once they saw each other again after all these years, they fell in love again just like how they were when they were fourteen. They kissed, they hold each other, they made love, finally their soul became one. This is real love as you can feel it from this little book. She didn't want to hurt anyone but there's gonna be someone, and that's Lxxx.&lt;br /&gt;Being similar to those Disney movies' ending, they lead a happy life for the rest of their life. The story doesn't end here, but I'd like to keep it secret and leave it for you to find out when you read this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had spent for about 2 days reading this book. On a whole, it's worth reading. I myself DO like love stories, which may be partly why I shed tears at that time. You may like it too! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in class period our class's video was broadcast in the school hall. It was pretty good, better than last year's, which is what we called "larn gec" . this year's is funny and we can learn sth from it, which is fantastic. Though, I couldn't enjoy it with full heart, not knowing the reason. (maybe. I don't wanna know the reason neither. I would tel myself to just let go and forget what I'm supposed to forget.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I went home by MTR with plane, which triggered my memories but I'm not going to tell you guys. Hehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after coming home, I sat down in front of the computer and start typing this entry like an idiot. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers~&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-113040423224216562?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/113040423224216562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=113040423224216562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113040423224216562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/113040423224216562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-112981729361287210</id><published>2005-10-20T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T22:08:13.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A song</title><content type='html'>This song is perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自君别后(片尾曲)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天茫茫，水茫茫，望断天涯人在何方，记得当初芳草斜阳，雨后新荷初吐芬芳，缘定三生多少痴狂，自君别后山高水长，魂兮梦兮不曾相忘，天上人间无限思量。 天悠悠，水悠悠，柔情似水往事难留， 攜手常亭相对凝眸，烛影摇红多少温柔，前尘有约今生难求，自君别后几度春秋，魂兮梦兮有志難愁，天上人间不见不休。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to digest every word in the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-112981729361287210?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/112981729361287210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=112981729361287210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/112981729361287210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/112981729361287210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/10/song.html' title='A song'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-112981007628475566</id><published>2005-10-20T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T20:07:56.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life-Long Disease</title><content type='html'>Guess what. When I came back from a dinner with mom and sat in front of the computer, I forgot what I was to write before I set off. So... I suppose this will be the end of today's entry. :P&lt;br /&gt;(This is the shortest entry yet of all)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-112981007628475566?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/112981007628475566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=112981007628475566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/112981007628475566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/112981007628475566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-long-disease.html' title='Life-Long Disease'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-112980652207821153</id><published>2005-10-20T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T19:08:42.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emerged at the back of my mind</title><content type='html'>I'm just awake from a 2-hour nap. Well, life's like this, things just happen to keep bothering you and keep you from falling asleep. This time it's phone calls. For hundreds of times of ringing of the phone successfully kept me from asleep. Great. Tht's mom and a secret man. Mom phoned me to ask me out for dinner, which was what I had promised her before. Then for several times someone unknown just phoned me and then had his mouth zipped up without making the slightest sound. No sooner had I realised that than I hung up the phone. Well, if everything just happened in other time than when I am sleeping, then it's alright. You get my point.&lt;br /&gt;  When I got up and walked to my computer, I noticed an incoming message from a foreign friend, which said, "HI, wat u doin" Yeah, what the hell am I doing? Was I not supposed to be either working hard on my homework or doing rivision? instead, I was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err....just woke up"&lt;br /&gt;"lol... y sleep? wat time is it? howz u"&lt;br /&gt;"6:00.... well I'm alright.......... but tired"&lt;br /&gt;"tired? why tired?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. I don't know neither. Why am I tired all the time?&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait!  Time to go out for dinner with my mom. :P&lt;br /&gt;Continue tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-112980652207821153?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/112980652207821153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=112980652207821153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/112980652207821153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/112980652207821153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/10/emerged-at-back-of-my-mind.html' title='Emerged at the back of my mind'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-112973678337159470</id><published>2005-10-19T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:46:23.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rofl ~ Hahahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/UVSL/xl489_b~Craig-David-Album-Promo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/UVSL/xl489_b~Craig-David-Album-Promo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/UVSL/xl489_b~Craig-David-Album-Promo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bath which made me fresh, I had myself sat down and started working on today's entry. There're more things than ever to say today.&lt;br /&gt;To begin with, what I find in Maths lessens is that it's getting more and more boring. We are making barely any progress in the grand topic named Calculus. No time am I not worrying about if this chapter can be finished on time before the fast approaching HKCEE. In two weeks we have learnt the basic concept of Limit, finding the derivatives using the first principle and differentiating with some rules, such as the product rule, quotient rule, chain rule and all. Nathan, Scott and I just have no idea how long we can still stand. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What comes next is about the tutorial centre. Nathan, Lam and I went to K. Kwong's centre for Chemistry tutoring as usual. Guess what! One, He spoke in lightning speed, with his words whizzing throughout the whole classroom. Within a minute we all felt dizzy. I wondered if he was preparing for next year's International Tongue Twister Competition through the lessen. Two, he didn't even give us any single minute to think about what he had just said or the questions but keep forcing piles of concepts into our brain. Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, tomorow, oops, should be few minutes later and it's the birthday of a classmate. She said she's worried that no one is going to celebrate with her on that day. Listen to me, Ling, don't &lt;em&gt;meet the trouble halfway&lt;/em&gt;. Instead you should worry that there'll be too many ppl when time comes. lmao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least (hey I wanna drop a remark here: This is the first phrase (or maybe also the only one :P) I learnt from the great teacher Miss Ngai when I was in Form 1), I wanna introduce all of you a song, entitled "I don't love you no more(I'm Sorry)" . When I first saw the name, I thought it's about a man telling his lover that he's not loving her anymore. That's until I read the lyrics that I don't know it actually is about a woman walking away from a man. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all the years that I’ve known you babyI can’t figure out the reason why latelyyou’ve been acting so cold (didn’t you say)if there’s a problem we should work it outso why you giving me the cold shoulder nowlike you don’t want to talk to me girl (tell me)okay I know I was late againI made you mad and dinners thrown in (the bin)but why you making this thing drag on so long (I wanna know)I’m sick and tired of this silly gamedon’t think that I’m the only one here to blameit’s not me who’s been going round slamming doors &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;That’s when you turned and said to meI don’t care babe who’s right or wrongI just don’t love you no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Rain outside my window pouring downwhat now, you’re gone, my fault, I’m sorryfeeling like a fool cos I let you downnow it’s too late to turn it aroundI’m sorry for the tears I’ve made you cry&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; I guess this time it really is goodbyeyou made it clear when you saidI just don’t love you no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I know that I’ve made a few mistakesbut never thought things would turn out this waydoesn’t make sense to me now that you’re gone (I see it all so clearly)me at the door with you in a stategiving my reasons but as you look awayI can see a tear roll down your face That’s when you turned and said to meI don’t care babe who’s right or wrongI just don’t love you no more Rain outside my window pouring downwhat now, you’re gone, my fault, I’m sorryfeeling like a fool cos I let you downnow it’s too late to turn it aroundI’m sorry for the tears I’ve made you cryI guess this time it really is goodbyeyou made it clear when you saidI just don’t love you no more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Those simple words hit so hard they turned my whole world upside down girl you caught me completely off guard on that night you said to me I just dont love you no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Rain outside my window pouring downwhat now, you’re gone, my fault, I’m sorryfeeling like a fool cos I let you downnow it’s too late to turn it aroundI’m sorry for the tears I’ve made you cryI guess this time it really is goodbyeyou made it clear when you saidI just don’t love you no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I don't mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-112973678337159470?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/112973678337159470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=112973678337159470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/112973678337159470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/112973678337159470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/10/rofl-hahahahaha.html' title='Rofl ~ Hahahahaha'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-112963914507488768</id><published>2005-10-18T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T20:41:44.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6568/1726/1600/rocket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6568/1726/320/rocket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, rite at home, planning what to write in this entry. To conclude, merely two things did I learn for today, and they are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I learnt that numerous classmates in either our class or those next door are wasting no time&lt;br /&gt;in revising textbooks or notes from tutorial centre during recess, lunch, and even in the&lt;br /&gt;interim of lessens! How hardworking they are! I could not face myself for I fooled around and&lt;br /&gt;daydreamed while others are making progress in their studies and well prepared for the&lt;br /&gt;HKCEE. By now I realise that it may be too late to discover this (or not). Yet, I have to put&lt;br /&gt;lots more effort on study at the expense of the time for playing games and daydreaming. I am&lt;br /&gt;with the idom I learnt today, "Where there's a will, there's a way.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Well, by the time I finished the first point I have had the second point lost in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;and gone with the wind. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to deliver my apologies here. (hehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as to compensate I'm going to show u an article about my country, China's manned space mission. As yet there were merely 2 space flights, though China announced the next manned space mission will take place before long:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Copied from BBC.co.uk)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China's space plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China has announced that its next manned space mission will take place in 2007. The news comes shortly after the country's second space flight returned safely to earth after five days in space. This report from Daniel Griffiths:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="inlineaudiolink" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/worldservice/learningenglish/newsenglish/witn/ram_files/wo051017.ram"&gt;Listen to the story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China's wasted no time in setting out the latest plans for its ambitious space programme. A senior official said the next manned mission will be in 2007, when the astronauts will attempt a space walk. After that, scientists will focus on developing the capability to rendezvous and dock with other spacecraft. He added that China also wanted to recruit female astronauts in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The announcement comes just hours after the country's second manned space mission touched down in the remote grasslands of inner Mongolia. The returning astronauts have been given a hero's welcome, riding in an open car in a nationally televised parade. Thousands of soldiers and groups of schoolchildren lined the route, waving Chinese flags. It's a sign of the great importance China attaches to its space programme, viewing it as a source of national pride and international prestige.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-112963914507488768?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/112963914507488768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=112963914507488768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/112963914507488768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/112963914507488768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/10/back-to-home.html' title='Back to Home'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-112960795148899443</id><published>2005-10-18T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T11:59:11.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most joyful school day of the week - Day 7</title><content type='html'>Here's the time-table of Day 7:&lt;br /&gt; -------------------&lt;br /&gt;Chem --&gt; correctin' the shitty worksheet&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;} &lt;/span&gt;foolin' around and learnin' how to speak just to make sounds.&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;recess --&gt; foolin' around n time for  a touch of snacks.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Computer&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;} &lt;/span&gt;"computer studies" lessens are used to play "Counter Strike" . Well, both of'em&lt;br /&gt;                        are  abbreviated "CS" rite.  lmao~&lt;br /&gt;Computer&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;lunch  --&gt; gotta on duty.... most painful period for today. Whole lunchtime is  ruined.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Chinese --&gt; Well, after lunch it's probably time for a nap. zzZZZ....&lt;br /&gt;Maths&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; }&lt;/span&gt; Nothing particularly hard is goin; to be taught. According to the DaLian students of the&lt;br /&gt;                same form, our Maths curriculum is about one to two years behind theirs.&lt;br /&gt;Maths&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. This is how we spend our precious time at school. And guess what! I'm in the computer room in the school rite now!&lt;br /&gt;well gotta go for the important thing -- CS.&lt;br /&gt;Continue later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-112960795148899443?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/112960795148899443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=112960795148899443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/112960795148899443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/112960795148899443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/10/most-joyful-school-day-of-week-day-7.html' title='The most joyful school day of the week - Day 7'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-112955292645728730</id><published>2005-10-17T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T20:52:17.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of my Expectation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's the bad news of today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) I tried as hard as I could to finish the Biology and Chemistry tests within the time limit, though it was in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) I received my marked English composition, which was the first composition I wrote in this term. The result was unexpectedly unsatisfactory. Which is what made me blue for the rest of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With barely any preparation, there's nothing I could blame for. Or that's myself if there's any. It was me who didn't pay much attention on the test and take it serious for ever. I kept chatting with friends and went for a film even when I knew the tests were ahead. I realised that I myself lacked self control all along, and I made no effort at all to fix that. Instead I just let this go on. It was with no doubt that I had entirely overlooked the consequences of lacking self control. It kills. Hopefully, it's not too late to collect myself and equip myself for one of the fatal, all-or-nothing moments, i.e. The HKCEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well so that's all I'd like to talk about the tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So what about my shitty composition? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yea, I &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;devote myself in the composition when I wrote this, which took me forever to have it done. I &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; take composition homework seriously and expect something out of it. I, however, missed for once and immediately felt totally down. Being frown, I found myself hard to concentrate on the lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be that as it may, the unsatisfactory result alarmed me that I have to work harder in all aspects and not to be blinded by my own ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In all, I regard it as a warning delivered by &lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt; to remind me that one wrong step may bring a great fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BTW,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I got stuck in a M.I. question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Please prove that (2n)! &gt;= (2n)^n for all natural numbers n.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Leave me a solution should you know the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-112955292645728730?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/112955292645728730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=112955292645728730' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/112955292645728730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/112955292645728730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/10/out-of-my-expectation.html' title='Out of my Expectation...'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-112946812818800494</id><published>2005-10-16T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T22:41:18.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was like a few days ago a classmate's English notes made me understand that I'm still 100000000...000 miles far from being &lt;em&gt;okay &lt;/em&gt;in English&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;When my friend went through her notes, we found some words n phrase, that we had never ever heard of n couldn't believe &lt;em&gt;that is English&lt;/em&gt;. One Example is "Alas!" . err......"What on earth's that?!" I thought to myself as soon as I noticed that &lt;em&gt;Mars Language&lt;/em&gt;. It was not until on that night when I looked up the powerful online Dictionary that I understood what it means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a·las &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fsearch%3Fq%3Dalas"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( P ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="linksrc" title="Click for guide to symbols." onclick="ahdpop();return false;" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/ahd4/pronkey.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (-ls)interj.&lt;br /&gt;Used to express sorrow, regret, grief, compassion, or apprehension of danger or evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;err....... It's okay, it's merely one single word that I duno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then what came next was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"eureka" ,the another word that I hadn't even heard of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eu·re·ka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fsearch%3Fr%3D2%26q%3DEureka"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( P ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="linksrc" title="Click for guide to symbols." onclick="ahdpop();return false;" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/ahd4/pronkey.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (y-rk)interj.&lt;br /&gt;Used to express triumph upon finding or discovering something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks to the lovely notes that it's just Day one.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There were indefinite freak &lt;em&gt;vocabularies&lt;/em&gt; if you say so ?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Facing a barrage of alien words which I duno, all I could do is----&lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I wanna thank this classmate for opening my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's nothing special today. Which is why I write about things happened days before. Hope there're more things to say in the coming days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-112946812818800494?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/112946812818800494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=112946812818800494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/112946812818800494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/112946812818800494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/10/alas.html' title='Alas !'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-112939357139182404</id><published>2005-10-15T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T19:44:24.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Have Any Money!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://image.com.com/mp3/images/cover/200/drg800/g897/g89760co2nz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://image.com.com/mp3/images/cover/200/drg800/g897/g89760co2nz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's my first time since I was born. When I had finished my breakfast in a fast food restaurant in the vicinity and reached for my wallet, I found $15, which is not enough. Jesus! n I was in a hurry at that time, no time to waste! I called my dad at once to come down to take the bill. My dad put on the clothes n got down as fast as he could, n that was like 15 minutes later when he finally showed up. After that I zipped across the pedestrian road to the bus stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Were it not for that incident, I could have been early to the tutorial sch n be the first one to leave. The dream's ruined. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I went home for lunch n had a touch of daydream, for about half day I guess(That's my favourite!). And by 5:45pm, I gotta go to Venture meetin'. Hmm... There's nothing special 'bout the meetin'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah I wanna introduce you the recent album for which I feel great affection-- Wanted, by Bow Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(foto shown upthere at the top of this entry.. Err... I'm still tryna figure out how to have my pics placed in wherever I want it. lol~ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://209.235.192.119/RightOn/images/bow%20wow%20wanted%20cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://209.235.192.119/RightOn/images/bow%20wow%20wanted%20cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Should you wanna dl these songs, I recommend &lt;a href="http://www.emp3world.com/"&gt;http://www.emp3world.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Do You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Big Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Let Me Hold You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Fresh Azimiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Caviar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Like You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. B.O.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Do What It Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Is That You(P.Y.T.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. No Money &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Generally ppl give positive comments, be that as it may, I found one interesting review in the Amazon.com :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On WANTED, Bow Wow tries to act older by cursing and using terminology such as "n****". His constant use of the "n" word just goes to show you that Bow Wow tries a little too much to act grown up. But, just like his R&amp;amp;B contemporaries Mario (18) and Omarion (20), they all try just a little too hard by adding adult references and "mainstreamed" CDs as I like to call them that don't feature the infamous PARENTAL ADVISORY label (Mario was the most successful in pulling off his CD). The production for the most part is fine, yet sometimes it sounds too much like the song before it, flawing the particular song. For the most part, Bow Wows raps tend to focus too much on his age, being grown up, and on cockiness. Here's how I evaluate each song: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. "Do You": Bow Wow tries too hard to be older here, the production is ok with a nice choral effect in it. 3/5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. "Big Dreams": A Much better track than the opening tack that features nice drum programming, a nice serious and believable rap from Bow Wow with a nice hook. It catches your attention, yet compared to The Game's "Dreams" for example, it still doesn't capture a certain emotion or dramaticism that such a performance as "Dreams" by the Game or say "Why" by Jadakiss does. The Album's 3rd best track. 4/5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. "Let Me Hold You" feat. Omarion: The flagship song for the album. This was smart of Bow Wow to choose this as the first single. The production is simple, but very nice featuring a haunting synth line and nice booming bass. Omarion sings the hook/chorus beautifully and Bow Wow has a nice rap. The very best track on the Album. 5/5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. "Fresh Azimiz" feat. J-Kwon: Corny, corny track. The production here I don't find to be very stellar and it makes the already corny, cocky rap by Bowo sound even cornier. What makes it worse is the fact that it isn't anything other rappers haven't done better than Bow Wow before. Uninspired, one of the worst of the album. 2+/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. "Cavier" feat. Snoop Dogg: The worst album on the track. There is too much hook and not enough substance to hold this track up. This is probably of Snoop's many collaborations his worst and most uninspired by a mile. This is very, very corny. 2/5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. "Like You" feat. Ciara: The second best track on the album, good production along with a very nice collab. with Bow Wow's girlfriend Ciara makes this track good. The production of this track overall has a nice timbre to it, especially when Ciara sings the hook in unison with Bow Wow rapping it. 4.5/5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. "B.O.W.": The fourth best performance on this album. Basically, this arrangement features only a background drum programmed beat with Bow Wow's rap as the center piece. Believe it or not, Bow Wow pulls off this very well. It is too hooky, but it is still a notch above "Caviar", "Fresh Azimiz", and "Do You". 3.5/5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. "Go" feat. Jermaine Dupri: This is an average track, but not bad like "Caviar" and "Fresh Azimiz". It is listenable with a nice vocal harmonies as well as a repetitive hook. The major problem with the hook is that it is too repetitive and grates after the 4:24 track is over. Another flaw is that this track sounds too much like Jermaine Dupri's earlier songwriting and production work on Kris Kross's "Jump". He practically aludes to it when he raps about his first recordings in his basement. Not a bad track though. 3/5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. "Do What It Do": This is yet another "floptastic" track, yet not as "floptastic" as earlier ones. Jermaine Durpi once again appears, making too many appearances by the same guy in one album. The positive thing is that he doesn't have his own verse in this song. Again, you get tired of references to Bow Wow's age and his cockiness showing once again how hard he is trying. Other flaws include the hook isn't as catchy as the other tracks and the production is too similar to the other tracks. 2.5/5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. "Is That You (P.Y.T.)" : More of the same basically. It is corny and nothing that we haven't heard in the rap world before. The production again sounds too similar to everything else as well as the beat. Is that James Ingram singing the hook? I'm not sure, but whoever is providing the vocals there, it is a nice refreshment to a boring track. 2.5/5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. "Mo Money" feat. T. Waters: Despite an overabundance once again to dirty references/profanity in an unlabeled album, the production is among some of the best production work on the whole of the album. The hook is catchy and overall the rap/song are ok, not stunning, but average. 3/5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, so what do u think? Although there're ppl givin' sorts of comments, as what is in the chorus of "&lt;em&gt;Do You&lt;/em&gt;", we should be ourselves and get in our own lane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-112939357139182404?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/112939357139182404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=112939357139182404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/112939357139182404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/112939357139182404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dont-have-any-money.html' title='I Don&apos;t Have Any Money!'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-112930714765640028</id><published>2005-10-15T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T00:25:47.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6568/1726/1600/sschl%20girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6568/1726/400/sschl%20girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found a pretty pic. Hope this can make my lovely weblog (plz dun laugh at the carpet :P) less plain~ lol.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's a Japanese Porn Star acting a school girl, makin' an attractive gesture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its a bit porno, I dun care, as long as it's not unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after all it's what I called "The Harmony of Beauty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will post out more pretty pics whenever there's nothing special on me that day, so that the readers, that means u, wun be bored. Hehe^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-112930714765640028?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/112930714765640028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=112930714765640028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/112930714765640028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/112930714765640028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/10/oops.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-112929647427547749</id><published>2005-10-14T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T22:03:40.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day filled up with boredom and sleepiness~ zZZZZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6568/1726/1600/running.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6568/1726/320/running.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe that if u didnt get enough sleep the night be4, the next day you're doomed to failure. That's wht it happened today. No sooner did I get up, than I felt extremely sleepy again. I had to drag myself school with ny greatest effort. When I got back to my classroom, I was stil struggling to open my eyes widely. Worse still, due to my own laziness I didn't revise for the Chinese test today. Which means I had to do that today morning, though I was much too sleepy to have that done. As a result I sucked in the test, of course. = ="&lt;br /&gt;Then everything went in the way it used to be until after school, when I asked Miss Leung, our Biology teacher, something in the book. I told her I dun understand why one of the figure's like that n then what I heard is, "Oh, because this figure is wrong." Ill~ I wondered why not even one single classmate had encountered the same problem as me. My classmates r really tough, see.&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta go for study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. BTW I am figuring out how to post pics right now. :P How clumsy of me when facing technologies! Gosh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-112929647427547749?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/112929647427547749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=112929647427547749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/112929647427547749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/112929647427547749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-filled-up-with-boredom-and.html' title='A day filled up with boredom and sleepiness~ zZZZZ'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17813446.post-112922223901716442</id><published>2005-10-13T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T00:50:39.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfortunately my weblog is started on a day when all the things got stuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  It's unlucky that my weblog is started on a day when everything gets stuck. It's a public holiday, which means I could have studied heaps of things today. But by contrast, I haven't even finished the slightest things at all! Why's that~ No idea. Time just slipped away n, when I glanced at the clock, "Oops it's already 23:00....". And I couldn't collect myself. I felt tired n sleepy all day and couldn't concentrate when readin' Chemistry text book n Chinese books, to name but a few.I hate myself for being like that. Nevertheless, I can't help it. Whenever I behave like that I have a strong feeling that I'm wasting my precious time. n one more thing. Which is weird is that everytime I feel that myself can't concentrate tht day then the sun is shining fiercely through my window into my room. I don't know why, but it's real. I guess no one can account for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Well I think that's enough for the first entry. Actually I did have another weblog long ago but sadly enough that I keep forgetting about it from time to time. Finally I gave up. n 5 minutes ago, I was very interested in owning a weblog again all of a sudden. I'm not quite sure when I will forget about it like the one before. After all you just can't consider so much rite~ You just have to let things go in the way they're meant to.I should stop by now. Gotta go for the silly game "Armymen II":P  , though it's funny.Good nite, myself. Kisses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17813446-112922223901716442?l=kelvin-ds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/feeds/112922223901716442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17813446&amp;postID=112922223901716442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/112922223901716442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17813446/posts/default/112922223901716442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelvin-ds.blogspot.com/2005/10/unfortunately-my-weblog-is-started-on.html' title='Unfortunately my weblog is started on a day when all the things got stuck'/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01623684768460044019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb242/celfin/DSC_0081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
