Oh God

Its below 10 degrees celcius outside.

Yet, I didn't feel cold.

Inside a Tea House.

It's warm.

But, my hands are shaking, shaking hard.

After glancing through the menu, I order 碧螺春,

which I wanted to give it a shot for a long time.

I look around.

There're a lota waitresses.

One of which

Caught my eyes.

Coming with the bill, theres a customer comment form.

There're 3 boxes for Waiter Service:

Excellent, Satisfactory, Need Improvement.

Beside them, I drew a box, which says:

PERFECT.

I don't know why I did that,

that it almost seems naive.

I don't know.

A waitress took back the sheet and walked away, reading what I just wrote.

Within a second most of them, including the ONE, know the content.

I took another sip of tea.

It is so fresh, so free of dust from reality - so special.

I lifted my head occassionally.

There she is, walking passed me, inside and outside.

She's looking at me.

She smiles, her eyes flickering.

What can be more cute,

more worth praise?

For whatever reason, I feel that there's something.

Is it not an illusion?

Don't, it isn't just another passer-by in my life.

I cry out loud with no sound.

I pray without my own knowledge.

Regardless, the smile leaves a mark.

Hardly I make a smile back.

Where am I?

I don't care, and I want to hide in my fantasy for as long as I can.

My hands begin to shake.

I dare not picking up the cup again.

They're shaking so hard.

Wasting no time, I leave before she notices it, if ever she would.

I went home but I'm still there.




Kelvin

Gotta be quick

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 real fast. 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...

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.

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.

SOmetimes, I really feel bad about all that. Do something, Kelvin Li.

Do something, yet Im still groping my way for the 'something' that will hopefully lead me to success.

Cheers,

Kelvin

Horrible

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......

wOOt!

w8 a minute gotta go cook for dinner.

Cheers,

Kelvin

Ha Funny

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:

2 Day Cycle
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Day 1

(Spare)
Physics
Lunch
Spare
Math- Geometry and Discrete Math

Day 2

(Spare)
Physics
Lunch
Math- Funcs & Calcu
Math- Geo & Dis Math

* P.S. every period lasts for one hour 15 minutes.

So, all im going to study is: Physics!!!! Wow! And Math........ lol..Two subjects...

Cool, isn't it.
In a rush rite now, see if I can get myself back here to continue be4 sleep.

Cheers,

Kelvin

WOOOOO!!! New CD Bought!!!

WOOOOO!!! I bought 'Back to Basics' by Christina Aguilera yesterday, which is out on the same day.
Show yall tha cover:



One of tha heat songs is 'Ain't No Other Man', of which the lyrics is:

Ain't No Other Man by Christina Aguilera
Do your thang honey!

I could feel it from the start,
Couldn't stand to be apart.
Something 'bout you caught my eye,
Something moved me deep inside!
I don't know what you did boy but you had it
And i've been hooked ever since.
I told my mother, my brother, my sister and my friends
I told the others, my lovers, both past and present tense.
That everytime I see you everything starts making sense.

Do your thang honey!

Ain't no other man, can stand up next to you
Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do
(what you do).
You're the kinda guy, a girl finds in a blue moon.
You got soul, you got class.
You got style, you bad ass - oh yeah!
Ain't no other man its true - alright -
Ain't no other man but you.

Never thought I'd be alright. No, no, no! Till you came and changed my life. Yeah, yeah, yeah!
What was cloudy now is clear! Yeah, yeah! You're the light that I needed.
You got what I want boy, and I want it! So keep on givin' it up!

Tell your mother, your brother, your sister, and your friends.
And the others, your lovers, better not be present tense.
Cause I want everyone to know that you are mine and no one else's!

Ain't no other man, can stand up next to you
Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do
(what you do).
You're the kinda guy, a girl finds in a blue moon.
You got soul, you got class.
You got style, you bad ass - oh yeah!
Ain't no other man it's true - alright -
Ain't no other man but you.

Break it down now!

Ain't no other, ain't, ain't no other! (other)
Ain't no other, ain't, ain't no other LOVER!
Ain't no other, I, I, I need no other!
Ain't no other man but you!

Ohhhh!

You are there when I'm a mess
Talk me down from every ledge
Give me strength, boy you're the best
You're the only one who's ever passed every test

Ain't no other man, can stand up next to you
Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do
(what you do).
You're the kinda guy, a girl finds in a blue moon.
You got soul, you got class.
You got style with ya bad ass - oh yeah!
Ain't no other man it's true - alright -
Ain't no other man but you.

And now I'm tellin you son, ain't no other man but you

Ain't no other man, can stand up next to you
Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do
(what you do).
You're the kinda guy, a girl finds in a blue moon. (baby, baby, baby)
You got soul, you got class.
You got style ya bad ass - oh yeah!
Ain't no other man it's true - alright -
Ain't no other man but you.
...............

Pretty long, huh.

Cheers,

Kelvin

One [[[BIG]]]] Difference bet. Cantonese n English

Among all differences bet. Cantonese n English, the biggest one of which i thought a few days ago can be seen from coarse language.

Look.

In Cantonese, when we intend to insult others, we'd say, "Fxxk your Motha!".

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.

To conlude, when u insult others in Cantonese, it means ur insulting urself at the same time.

So, don't insult others.

Thanks for reading my bullshit passage, my dear lovely readers, if only theres any. =P

Cheers,

Kelvin

P.S. Awwww....Crap! When am i going to buy a desktop?!

Lindsay Lohan

Posting her pics just to keep my readers from goin' away! Yay!

Unfaithful

Heres one of da songs that rocks!!!


Unfaithful by Rihanna

[Intro:]
Story of my life
Searching for the light
But it keeps avoiding me
Sorrow in my soul
Cause it seems that wrong
Really loves my company

[Verse 1:]
He's more than a man
And this is more than love
The reason that the sky is blue
The clouds are rollin' in
Because I'm goin' again
To him I just can't be true

[Bridge:]
And I know that he knows im unfaithful
And it kills him inside
To know that I'm happy with some other guy
I can see him dyin'

[Chorus:]
I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be.... a murderer

[Verse 2:]
I feel it in the air
As i'm doin my hair
Preparing for another day
A kiss upon my cheek
As he reluctantly
Asks if i'm gonna be out late
I say I won't be long
Just hangin' with the girls
A lie I didn't have to tell
Because we both know
Where I'm about to go
And we know it very well

[Bridge:]
Cause I know that he knows im unfaithful
And it kills him inside
To know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see him dyin'

[Chorus:]
I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be.... a murderer

Our love... his trust
I might as well take a gun
And put it to his head
Get it over with
I don't wanna do this... anymore

Oooohhh... anymore

[Chorus:]
I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
And everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
And I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be.... a murderer

Oooohhh

...a murderer
No no no
Yeah yeah
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Give it a try n ull luv it I promise, especially when u have watched the mtv. Everything rocks in the mtv!!! WOOOOOO!

First Post since the arrival of Toronto

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.

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.

Well gtg for dinner.

Cheers,

Kelvin

OH it seems ages

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.

Cough cough ~~~~~

Time flies.

The End. Thank YOu!!! LoL~~~

damn suddenly don't feeel like typing a post.

Cheers,

Kelvin

Age of Empire III

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.
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.

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.

I gotta find some meangingful stuff to do.

Yea.

Cheers,

Kelvin

Testing

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.

Similarities

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)

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

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.


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.

BUT!

***Attention*** Those who read my posts without commments/reply are all BUNNIES!!! Gd luck.

Cheers,

Kelvin

Dont feel like thinking bout a topic.

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coz' I had a Bad Day

I had a bad day.

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.

Morning.

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.

After a delicious brunch, I got to my knees and prepared for todays journey.

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.

........wait I gota go to watch world cup c ya later....

hey it's already 2:03am right now and I'm definitely sleepy, which means I'm not going to continue my post...

well maybe let me summarize.

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!
...
...
I guessed thats the biggest event happened today.

Cheers,

Kelvin

P.S. Thesedays Im missing Minnie. Good night.

A Day

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

things happened today when our Graduation Dinner was held in Wan Chai. Well before that, I was trying to install the drivers

and all other components in the computer, and finally I succeeded playing my favourite game - Soldier of Fortune II Double

Helix, after about 3 days of stopping due to the breaking down of the motherboard according to my dad's estimation, which is

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

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

clothes, esp. the suffocating shirt coupled with the tie, and finally set off with all my belongings.

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

about the routine. As tragedic as it could have been, it was already around 4:50 when I got there. Great.

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

meeting room, which had been booked as the place for the Grad. Din..

Looking around, I spotted many schoolmates with dashing look, esp. the chicks of course. The pretty girls were even prettier,

and the others also looked dashing, some of which were sexy, and hot. (WoOoOoOo~)

The rundown is rough, i.e. Take a seat --> Lucky Draw --> Dinner Time -> Ball --> End
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

that made you yell, "Hell~ Save it!" in your heart and you're there.

You're with me?

So the most enjoyable time for me tonight is:

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

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

that. I was not. I was looking for Harmony, which only Qunyee can bring me that vividly.

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.

Although we don't always meet each other after the exam, but the love doesn't change. I think it's like that.

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

Tsim Sha Tsui I guessed :P , which stunned me - those pics I took was soooooooo wonderful!!! It looks as if it's downloaded

from Webshots! I'm serious and I mean it! Hooray!

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Okay, so that's all for the Grad Din.

I'd like to tell yall about the dream I had last night.

It was more horrible, terrific than ever. I promise. But unfortunately it only applies to me.

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

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

spotted her than I asked what she was doing there.

"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.

"Do you know what you're doin' ?" I demanded, with questions on my face.

"Sure!" Again, she said in such a stern and cold voice, to ME!!!

At that instant, I felt myself weigh nothing, as though that's my value on this planet. I was lost, thinking about why Minnie

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,

my mind was pumped full of desperation just when I heard Minnie's cold-as-ice voice.

It's finished.

Yes.

Feeling myself falling into a spiral, I jumped on my knees and figured out that I was just dreaming. Being a dream, still it

affected my emotion for whole morning.

I don't know why I made such a dream, or for me it can certainly be regarded as a nightmare.

I have no idea.

Maybe, maybe it's like some people's saying,

"When you're thinking about something in daytime, you'll probably dream about it at night."

Cheers,

Kelvin

Hell or Heaven, it depends on my own mind

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.

Okay so that's all for yesterday.

What about today.

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...

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.

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.

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)

I think that's all.

Finally I'm sitting in front of my old notebook, typing my entry.

Cheers,

Kelvin

OH

What am I supposed to do if I never find a girl like Minnie anymore in the rest of my life?

It's always tragedic when someone tells you that the happiest time of your life is already over.

Of course I do not know.

But I wonder.

Since somewhere in time my personality gradually turns introverted.

I HAVE ONLY ONE REQUEST OF YOUR LIFE, THAT YOU SPEND IT ALL WITH ME...

I JUST WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE AND NOTHING ELSE MATTERS.

I'm going to get ill.

Mentally.

Cheers,

Kelvin

Barrage of whipsy bouncing against my brain

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.

Well it's time for me to sleep and I have talked about nothing.Very good I'm glad.

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.

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.

Most of the seats were still occupied. "This is Causeway Bay."

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.

So good night everyone.

Cheers,

Kelvin

NARNIA......Nothing but rubbish..

See? That's obviously mocking Lord of the Rings! Ill~

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.

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!

Fragile Connection Back!

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

Well anyway I just wanna talk about the movie I'm waiting for the release. That's Scary Movie 4.

The last episodes were absorbing and of course hilarious. I couldn't help but to laugh till the end of the film.

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.

Here's the URL: http://www.scarymovie.com/bttd/index.html

Check this out.

Cheers,

Kelvin

The memory is that vivid....!

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.

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)

"You collect these stuff on the sly?" turning around and asked she, chuckling with don't know whatsoever reasons.

"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.

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)

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......

Without caring about her feelings, coupled with zero-experience and boring character, it's no wonder she ran away no long after.

I didn't blame her for nothing. No I really don't. I just feel hatred of myself.

And then she got along well with someone else and started dating soon......
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Still wandering in the memory, suddenly I hear mom calling me for dinner.
Hmm, I guess it's time to go.

Cheers,

Kelvin

P.S. until now I am on my own since then. Haha...

The day before the Second Subject - English (1 n 2)

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.
There's a saying, "If you don't want to lose it, use it." So as Writing in English.
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.
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.
Good Job.
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.
Great.
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).

Last but not least, wish all of the candidates good luck tomorrow. (Is that possible,huh? )

Cheers,

Kelvin

Why Science fails to explain God (A Joke)

Why Science fails to explain God

"Professing to be wise, they became fools...."

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" & "Bible" with "Quran". Yes they did and even a 7 yr old can figure that out - so what?

The moral of the story is about atheism versus God-consciousness and both Christianity and Islam fall united in the second category.

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.

"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.

"You're a Muslim, aren't you, son?"

"Yes, sir."

"So you believe in God?"

"Absolutely."

"[i]Is God good?[/i]"

"Sure! God's good."

"Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?"

"Yes."

"Are you good or evil?"

"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.)

The professor grins knowingly."Ahh! THE KORAN!" He considers for a moment.

"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?"

"Yes sir, I would."

"So you're good...!"

"I wouldn't say that."

"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."

[No answer.]

"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?"

[No answer]

The elderly man is sympathetic.

"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.

"Let's start again, young fella. - Is God good?"

"Er... Yes."

"Is Satan good?"

"No."

"Where does Satan come from?" The student falters.

"From... God..."

"That's right. God made Satan, didn't he?"

The elderly man runs his bony fingers through his thinning hair and turns to the smirking, student audience.

"I think we're going to have a lot of fun this semester, ladies and gentlemen."He turns back to the Muslim.

"Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?"

"Yes, sir."

"Evil's everywhere, isn't it? Did God make everything?"

"Yes."

"Who created evil?

[No answer]

"Is there sickness in this world?Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All the terrible things - do they exist in this world? "

The student squirms on his feet. "Yes."

"Who created them? "


[No answer]

The professor suddenly shouts at his student.

"WHO CREATED THEM? TELL ME, PLEASE!"

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?"

[No answer]

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.

"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?"

[No answer]

"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?"


[No answer]

"Do you believe in God,son?"

The student's voice betrays him and cracks. "Yes, professor. I do."

The old man shakes his head sadly.


"Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you? "

"No, sir. I've never seen Him."

"Then tell us if you've ever heard your God?"

"No, sir. I have not."

"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?"

[No answer]

"Answer me, please."

"No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't."

"You're AFRAID... you haven't?"

"No, sir."

"Yet you still believe in him?"

"...yes..."

"That takes FAITH!" The professor smiles sagely at the underling.

"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?"


[The student doesn't answer]

"Sit down, please." The Muslim sits...Defeated.

Another Muslim raises his hand.

"Professor, may I address the class?" The professor turns and smiles.

"Ah, another Muslim in the vanguard! Come, come, young man. Speak some proper wisdom to the gathering." The Muslim looks around the room.

"Some interesting points you are making, sir. Now I've got a question for you. Is there such thing as heat?"

"Yes," the professor replies. "There's heat."

"Is there such a thing as cold?"

"Yes, son, there's cold too."

"No, sir, there isn't."

The professor's grin freezes. The room suddenly goes very cold.

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."

Silence. A pin drops somewhere in the classroom.

"Is there such a thing as darkness, professor?"

"That's a dumb question, son. What is night if it isn't darkness? What are you getting at...?"

"So you say there is such a thing as darkness?"

"Yes..."

"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.

This will indeed be a good semester. "Would you mind telling us what your point is, young man?"

"Yes,professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with and so your conclusion must be in error...."

The professor goes toxic. "Flawed...? How dare you...!"

"Sir, may I explain what I mean?" The class is all ears.

"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.

"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.

"Here is one of the most disgusting tabloids this country hosts, professor. Is there such a thing as immorality?"

"Of course there is, now look..."

"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.

"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.

"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.

"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."

"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.


"Newspapers make billions of dollars reporting it every week! Tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?"

"If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do."

"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.

"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?"

"I'll overlook your impudence in the light of our philosophical discussion. Now, have you quite finished?" the professor hisses.

"So you don't accept God's moral code to do what is righteous?"

"I believe in what is - that's science!"

"Ahh! SCIENCE!" the student's face splits into a grin.

"Sir, you rightly state that science is the study of observed phenomena. Science too is a premise which is flawed..."

"SCIENCE IS FLAWED..?" the professor splutters. The class is in uproar. The Muslim remains standing until the commotion has subsided.

"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.

"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.

"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.

"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!!"

The class is in chaos. The Muslim sits...

Because that is what a chair is for.

XXX Damn ScreenSaver!

Dammit the same ScreenSaver, wash away all I've written down. Wtf.
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!

Some people said, "Check your Question Answer book to see if there're missing pages. Should you have any questions, RAISE UP your hand"

Of course it's COMPLETELY wrong. I gonna leave out those which are not important.

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".
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.

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.

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)

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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...

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~ ^^

Cheers,

Kelvin

Jokes

1

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.
"I'm bleeding all over your floor," I said to the receptoinist.
She looked up immediately, alarmed. "Thanks for telling me. I'll call housekeeping."

2

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.

He opened his eyes to a jogger, who asked, "Excuse me, but do you have the time?"
"It's 8:10"
"Thanks," he replied, running off. The man had just dozed off again when there was another knock.
"What time is it?" asked a hiker.
"8:25." Fed up, the man put a sign in his window that read "I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE TIME IS !!!"
Knock, knock! He was suddenly awakened again.
Scowling, the man rolled down the window.
"What?" he yelled at the boy standing there.
"It's 8:45."

How am I supposed to stand it?

Ha, how sarcastic, that this day I can't think of anything to say and another day I've got countless ideas.
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.

The whole story is simple.

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......

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!

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.

Dammit! I feel like a fish out of water, that I don't understand my family at all, not even a single bit!

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.

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).

Frankly, all these are part of the reasons why I want to study abroad. I don't belong here.

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..."

It's bullshit to me.

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.

Hope I don't make you readers feel bad. =) I don't mean to. (Anyway there's not many people crossing by)

Cheers,

Kelvin

Advice from bbc.co.uk on how to pronouce correctly and speak fluently

Martin Parrott answers:
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.

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?

Record ourselves

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.

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.

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.

Spelling is a problem

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.

Is there a difference between pronunciation and fluency?

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.

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.

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.

One piece of advice

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.

Learning English Tips that I think is good

Point 1
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?

Point 2
Be clear about how good you want your English to be. How good do you want to be at speaking English, listening, reading, writing?

Point 3
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?

Point 4
If possible, enrol on a language course. If you can't, put yourself in situations where you can use English which leads on to ......

Point 5
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.

Point 6
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.

Point 7
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.

Point 8
Find a learning buddy or colleague. Find someone you can learn English with. Speak with each other. Send each other messages in English.

Point 9
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.

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?"

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.

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."

Cheers,

Kelvin

Teach me please

Who is kind enough to tell me how to say "問題"晶"結所在" in English???

Thanks a million.

Cheers,

Kelvin

Compuer Exam's over, yeah it's realy OVER.

Today I took the computer exam, which I was doomed to probably fail.
Though I didn't feel anything, no sorrow or worries, really nothing.
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.
No happiness, absolutely blank as if nothing special is happening.
Maybe partly because I believe I'm going to study abroad, of which my CE results are not going to be considered for admission.
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.
Anyway I was exhausted afer the exam and after lunch I wasted no time having a nap, which lasts for 3 hours. (Haha.)
There'll be one week until my next exam is to be taken.
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)

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."

The education system nowadays is training "High Marks Handicapped" (高分低能), which generally lack creativity, to contribute to the society.

if you think it's nothing worth thinking over at all, think again.

Well, I don't have an implicit answer on myself right now, but I believe I'll have one in not long future.

Cheers,

Kelvin

HKCEE

Comin' Tue.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.....

Cheers,

Kelvin

Sounds of Hell...

Sounds from Hell?


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.

The Truth about hell --A group of Communist Scientist have become believers in the reality of Hell

". . . they dig into hell . . ." Amos 9:2

Click here to Listen To the full Real sounds in Hell recording 2:39:

sounds of hell real audio :: sounds of hell mp3

You listen and make your choice.




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!"

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."

"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."

"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!"

the sounds of hell:
http://www.jesus-is-savior.com/sounds/sounds_from_hell.mp3

Cheers,

Kelvin

Be yourself

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.
I believe that many people have heard of this story, maybe even more than once I duno. Yet anyway I'm going to shoot.

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.....

This story tells us that we have to be ourselves, and don't follow everything others said without thinking.

Apologies for my monotonous writing style today. :P

Cheers,

Kelvin

Talent

This time it's reli goin' to be the shortest post ever. :P

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.

Whatever, I am sure that I'm definitely not talented in understanding women.
When facing women, generally I have one of the following attitude:

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...

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.

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.

Minnie is different to me. (It's Minnie, it's different.)

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.
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.

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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.

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.






If you have to force me to speak out it, then as u wish, all that's because





I AM BLANK.

Self -control , and the Truth

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.

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.

I didn't know that I'm that fragile towards temptations.

By computer games,..., and all that u can think of. (Maybe a little bit exaggerating :P)

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~

And this situation continues, believe it or not, until now!!! Dammit.

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.

Somehow it makes me think of God again, just now, when I am typing this post.

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.

Now now. As I said, I felt that I became more stupid when comparing with the past.
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.

Every night I feel and then have implicit determination to do the 'right things' the next day, but not wasting time.

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.

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~)

So, to be able to face my hardworking Minnie, I MUST work hard, starting from tomorrow, hopefully it's not too late.

Well, this is how everthing swifts past my head a moment ago.

Last but not least, I wanna speak out my question that is kept in my heart for a couple of days, maybe more.

The question is:

SHOULD WE DO/FOLLOW WHAT WE THINK IS RIGHT, OR INSTEAD, WHAT THE SOCIETY REGARDS AS THE RIGHT THING?

I wish someone can discuss with me. I'm serious.
This question keeps obsessing me.

Cheers,

Kelvin

What makes me so stupid

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.

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.

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.

I didn't, and don't know how to describe the foolishness in me.

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...)

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.

So, this is how everything(All things matter to me today is already written here) goes today.

Well I gotta go eat something finaly, after typing this post, as I am really hungry right now. :P

Cheers,

Kelvin

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~

Blind Sighted

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?

Well I'm not going to drop the whole rundown of the plot here, or no one'll be motivated to ever read it! ^^

Well, got the last test tomorrow - Computer. God bless me, and all of my friends, and enemies~ :P

Cheers,

Kelvin

Self Confidence & Toronto

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.

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.

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.

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.


I am not giong to disappoint my mom, Mr Lee(my class teacher), my competitor, Minnie, and myself.




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.

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



Cheers,

Kelvin

The night before English Mock Exam

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.

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!

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.

Cheers,
Kelvin

Men's Digest

(Copied from my mate's xanga :P)

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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 。
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 ？
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 。 」


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 ？
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 ？
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 。
「 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 。
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 。




陶傑

Well, I don't feel like writing a post today , which is why I simply copy from a friend's xanga.

Kelvin

Practice makes Perfect

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!

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?

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.

Difference

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.

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!

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.

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.

Backcing home is not easy, man.
Enjoy your days, teens!!!

Cheers,

Kelvin, feeling sleepy and painful due to my injured neck.

Tomorrow

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.

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.

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.

Power up, Kelvin.
Always support you.

Cheers,

Kelvin