<?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-11869231</id><updated>2012-01-01T08:02:30.572+08:00</updated><category term='what goes around comes around'/><title type='text'>Event Horizon: There's no ESCAPE, no, not even for you!</title><subtitle type='html'>There's no future, nor is there any past. All we are left with is an eternal present. If what we're fighting for is not for winning, then what's the point of fighting?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-507692339507024906</id><published>2009-03-04T19:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:02:24.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AS3 to Tuniq TX-2</title><content type='html'>From Artic Silver 3 to Tuniq TX-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;System Description:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSI                                                                                                                                    PM8M3-V&lt;br /&gt;Intel Pentium 4 Prescott @ 3.00Ghz HT ENABLED&lt;br /&gt;512 DDR2 KVR&lt;br /&gt;ATI Radeon 9600XT&lt;br /&gt;WD 80GB PATA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___MbCcjoyCA/Sa5mnFMmagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TAkm549UFyY/s1600-h/Idle+Temp+AS3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___MbCcjoyCA/Sa5mnFMmagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TAkm549UFyY/s320/Idle+Temp+AS3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309293832312351234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idle on Artic Silver 3&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___MbCcjoyCA/Sa5nMI-RzcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jmsxhuJLsBo/s1600-h/Load+Temp+AS3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___MbCcjoyCA/Sa5nMI-RzcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jmsxhuJLsBo/s320/Load+Temp+AS3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309294468981181890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under Load on Artic Silver 3&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;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___MbCcjoyCA/Sa5pZ8f9FpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oWSxPpkZBD0/s1600-h/Idle+Temp+Tuniq+TX-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___MbCcjoyCA/Sa5pZ8f9FpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oWSxPpkZBD0/s320/Idle+Temp+Tuniq+TX-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309296905174193810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___MbCcjoyCA/Sa5rQx0-XDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/O3E4EKj5PFI/s1600-h/Load+Temp+Tuniq+TX-2.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___MbCcjoyCA/Sa5rQx0-XDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/O3E4EKj5PFI/s1600-h/Load+Temp+Tuniq+TX-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idle on Tuniq TX-2                                                      &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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___MbCcjoyCA/Sa5r2GnmAyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wl9YbLbWTZk/s1600-h/Load+Temp+Tuniq+TX-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___MbCcjoyCA/Sa5r2GnmAyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wl9YbLbWTZk/s320/Load+Temp+Tuniq+TX-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309299587950183202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under Load on Tuniq TX-2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-507692339507024906?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/507692339507024906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=507692339507024906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/507692339507024906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/507692339507024906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2009/03/as3-to-tuniq-tx-2.html' title='AS3 to Tuniq TX-2'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___MbCcjoyCA/Sa5mnFMmagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TAkm549UFyY/s72-c/Idle+Temp+AS3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-819131893086149264</id><published>2008-01-07T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:48:33.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mo liu</title><content type='html'>親愛的xxx：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　我對你1見鍾情，絕無2心，想照顧你3生3世，因為我偷偷上你的網站4次，你那迷人的5官，總讓我6神無主，一顆心7上8下，99不能平息，如果我的 滿分是10分，你一定不止11分，起碼也該有12分，只可惜我討厭13這個數字，不然你一定有14分，如果再加上你的聰明那又不止15分，16分你一定還 嫌少，所以我給了你17分。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　我今年18歲，再過幾天就19歲，也就是我還未滿20歲，今年大概會二一，所以得交22萬的學費，其實我的智商是阿甘的23倍，只是，我24小時都在睡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　我猜你今年未滿25歲，26我也無所謂，27跟我還是很配，28也不過才大我10歲，29的女人據說最美，30我會考慮考慮，31我應該沒這衰， 32我會開始反胃，33我甯願自己一個人睡，34你敢釣我，我娘也才35歲，但我還是想送你36朵玫瑰，但摸摸口袋我只剩37塊，戶頭也只剩38元，因為 跟女友分手在39天前，手機每天得打40塊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　永遠記得41天前，寫下42句愛她的誓言，還有43種我想的永遠，卻只換來44CC真情的眼淚，加上45夜輾轉難眠，老實說我打了46句廢言，其實你該從47句開始看，但是你都看到了第48句，只寫49又覺得怪怪的，那就哈啦到50，湊個整數吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　第51句我要說聲我想你，第52句我要說聲我愛你，但第53句我暫時還沒想到，所以直接跳過54句，來到55句，這時我想起56分前的你，不知道你有沒有想起57分鍾後的我？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　我在這想了58分鍾又59秒，我總共找到60種想你的念頭，61個愛你的理由，62句適合我倆的情話，還有63段電影浪漫的邂逅，雖然我也找到你64 個小缺點，但幸好我也找到你65個優點，尤其是你的腰只有66公分，這會讓我沈迷67年，與其我愛你說68遍，還不如我愛你寫滿69頁，反正我們還有70 年，這份工作麻煩讓我拖個71個月，你的愛慕者一定不止72位，因為我是那第73位，但我要定下你74年，反正我會付時薪75元，就算要追你追76個月， 只要你能陪我過77情人節，花掉我78萬我也心甘情願。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　看完我寫下的79句真心話，我猜百分之80你會願意當我的女朋友，因為你發現了我81處迷人的地方，還有82個你無法拒絕我牽你的手，就算你有83個 逃避的借口，我也會有84種留你的理由，好啦我加薪加到85，麻煩你陪我到86歲，就算你皺紋是以前的87倍，我愛你還是願對你說88遍。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　我們已經錯過90年，91年你還好意思不讓我在你身邊，對你訴說我對你那92句不變的依戀，我摘不下93萬光年外的北極星，但我願買下94只你愛的胡 椒貓，陪你去看95遍流星雨，也許我不能活到96歲，不能陪著你97年，但同樣的一件事我會做98遍，在你生日那天送上99朵紫玫瑰，做你心目中的，我想 你會喜歡的！或者是這個100分的那位。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-819131893086149264?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/819131893086149264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=819131893086149264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/819131893086149264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/819131893086149264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2008/01/mo-liu.html' title='mo liu'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-2856691804921865253</id><published>2007-12-08T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T16:34:04.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgettable Truth</title><content type='html'>Why does it have to be me? What did I do to deserve this? Why the year 2007...WHY WHY WHY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-2856691804921865253?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/2856691804921865253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=2856691804921865253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/2856691804921865253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/2856691804921865253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2007/12/unforgettable-truth.html' title='Unforgettable Truth'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-6766237389953145246</id><published>2007-07-12T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T21:28:29.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what goes around comes around'/><title type='text'>Effort or no effort?</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;A giant ship engine failed. The ship's owners tried one expert after&lt;br /&gt;another, but none of them could figure but how to fix the engine. Then they&lt;br /&gt;brought in an old man who had been fixing ships since he was a young. He&lt;br /&gt;carried a large bag of tools with him, and when he arrived, he immediately&lt;br /&gt;went to work. He inspected the engine very carefully, top to bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Two of the ship's owners were there, watching this man, hoping he would&lt;br /&gt;know what to do. After looking things over, the old man reached into his bag&lt;br /&gt;and pulled out a small hammer. He gently tapped something. Instantly, the&lt;br /&gt;engine lurched into life. He carefully put his hammer away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The engine was fixed! A week later, the owners received a bill from the&lt;br /&gt;old man for ten thousand dollars. "What?!" the owners exclaimed. "He hardly&lt;br /&gt;did anything!" So they wrote the old man a note saying, "Please send us an&lt;br /&gt;itemized bill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The man sent a bill that read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tapping with a hammer......................... $     2.00&lt;br /&gt; Knowing where to tap.......................... $ 9,998.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effort is important, but knowing where to make an effort makes all the difference&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-6766237389953145246?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/6766237389953145246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=6766237389953145246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/6766237389953145246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/6766237389953145246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2007/07/effort-or-no-effort.html' title='Effort or no effort?'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-6868930458563082720</id><published>2007-06-24T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T18:56:09.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance for Humanity 2007</title><content type='html'>She was the lady in red today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, I thought I was dancing with an angel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-6868930458563082720?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/6868930458563082720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=6868930458563082720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/6868930458563082720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/6868930458563082720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2007/06/dance-for-humanity-2007.html' title='Dance for Humanity 2007'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-8355094281276679646</id><published>2007-06-06T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T01:10:02.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking it out on the world</title><content type='html'>Why is it always late? Too late to realize...too late to take action...too late that it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered where your potential lies? Ever wondered how much power you possess? Ever wondered if you could take on the whole world on your own? Ever thought of leavin everything behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are these happening? why must it be like this? why why why?! why is time always not enough? why are people always...always...not what they seemed to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so close but yet so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams...AGAIN...don't know if I liked them, not about grades or what but...it marks something about your life...a time, a  history...a happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive my shallowness...but I'm just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-8355094281276679646?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/8355094281276679646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=8355094281276679646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/8355094281276679646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/8355094281276679646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2007/06/taking-it-out-on-world.html' title='Taking it out on the world'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-5564958841682121746</id><published>2007-05-24T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:52:21.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DaLiN, this is for you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?&lt;br /&gt;If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?&lt;br /&gt;If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call?&lt;br /&gt;If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know what the future brings&lt;br /&gt;But I know you are here with me now&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna run away but I can't take it, I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?&lt;br /&gt;If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?&lt;br /&gt;If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?&lt;br /&gt;If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;But I know that this much is true&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that you could be the one I die with&lt;br /&gt;And I'm praying you're the one I build my home with&lt;br /&gt;I hope I love you all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna run away but I can't take it, I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;And though I can't be with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;You know my heart is by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna  run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-5564958841682121746?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/5564958841682121746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=5564958841682121746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/5564958841682121746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/5564958841682121746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2007/05/dalin-this-is-for-you-if-youre-not-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-7475077741239807831</id><published>2007-05-24T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T01:01:24.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Solutions?</title><content type='html'>Is Camelot for real? Where is Sir Lancelot? I'm not looking for Arthur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Morgan's Theorem is interesting, but does it have anything to do with Morgan Le Fay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to mix ladder with circuits? Ladder circuits??? That sounds confusing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solution is simple, using a straw to bypass deepwater pockets of unreachable oil and start sucking them...creative solution from a Dutch engineer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-7475077741239807831?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/7475077741239807831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=7475077741239807831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/7475077741239807831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/7475077741239807831'/><link 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rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;her jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Then one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;things went terribly wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The next few weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;were like a very sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He made her jealous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;on purpose he tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When the girl asked, "Do you love her?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;on purpose he lied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He played with jealousy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;like it was a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Little did he know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Things would never be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;His plan was working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but he had no clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How wrong things would go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the damage he would do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One night she broke down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;feeling very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just her and the blade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no one else home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She dialed his number,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;he answered, "Hello"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She told him she loved him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and hung up the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He raced to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;just a minute too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Found her lying in blood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;her heart had no rate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Beside her was a note,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;in it her confession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Her love for this boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;her only obsession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As he read the note,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;he knelt down and cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Grabbed her knife,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that night they both died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She was found in his arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;both of them dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Under her note,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;his handwriting said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"I loved her so, she never knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I loved her too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-1575658520908259192?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/1575658520908259192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=1575658520908259192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/1575658520908259192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/1575658520908259192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2007/04/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-6215644657133984336</id><published>2007-04-17T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T00:20:54.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couzzie Lun</title><content type='html'>My couzzie Lun is acting a lil weird today, I don't know what he's been thru but he kept telling me, "don't waste your youth", "i mean while ur still young n still can enjoy fun stuffs, just go ahead, don wait till ur old and started to get worried cos not much time for u to play liaw"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know wat struck him...but it's fun having such a couzzie around...hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-6215644657133984336?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-1661151686059202752</id><published>2007-04-01T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T00:08:58.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Havent got a clue</title><content type='html'>Wonders seldome come true&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................................................................&lt;br 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rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/1661151686059202752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=1661151686059202752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/1661151686059202752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/1661151686059202752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2007/04/havent-got-clue_01.html' title='Havent got a clue'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-4229612400866769525</id><published>2007-03-29T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T23:25:02.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have u ever?</title><content type='html'>Have u ever had a feeling u cant express?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever had an idea u cant explain in words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever felt so helpless but yet believe u still can make a difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever thought of ur future &amp; hw u r on d path to it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever? ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever felt so blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever thought of goin to a place only to be alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever wanna be so different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever felt that u're so different &amp;amp; special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever take d chances that were passing by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever make it to the point u wud call it a success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever been to places u'd never dream wud exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever wanna meet someone who is just like u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever wanna find out what life is about? what's it all about???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-4229612400866769525?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/4229612400866769525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=4229612400866769525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/4229612400866769525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/4229612400866769525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2007/03/have-u-ever.html' title='Have u ever?'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-5832840819348174379</id><published>2007-03-24T19:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T19:43:35.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱情的距离...</title><content type='html'>&lt;暗戀&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上最遙遠的距離　&lt;br /&gt;不是生與死&lt;br /&gt;而是我就站在你面前　&lt;br /&gt;你卻不知道我愛你 &lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;痴戀&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上最遙遠的距離&lt;br /&gt;不是我就站在你面前　&lt;br /&gt;你卻不知道我愛你&lt;br /&gt;而是明明知道彼此相愛　&lt;br /&gt;卻不能在一起 &lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;苦戀&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上最遙遠的距離&lt;br /&gt;不是明明知道彼此相愛　&lt;br /&gt;卻不能在一起&lt;br /&gt;而是明明無法抵擋這股想念&lt;br /&gt;卻還得故意裝作絲毫沒有把你放在心裡 &lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;失戀&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上最遙遠的距離　&lt;br /&gt;不是明明無法抵擋這股想念 卻還得故意裝作絲毫沒有把你放在心裡&lt;br /&gt;而是用自己冷默的心&lt;br /&gt;對愛你的人 掘了一條無法跨越的溝渠 &lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;熱戀&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上最令人察覺不到的事情　&lt;br /&gt;便是你我在一起時&lt;br /&gt;那個不斷流逝著的 據說叫做「幸福」的日子 &lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;初戀&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上最甜美的事情　&lt;br /&gt;莫過於你慢慢地向我走來 靜靜地訴說著「我愛你」！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-5832840819348174379?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/5832840819348174379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=5832840819348174379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/5832840819348174379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/5832840819348174379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='爱情的距离...'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-1344427434339578981</id><published>2007-03-23T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:21:27.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me to your heart</title><content type='html'>Hiding from the rain and snow&lt;br /&gt;Trying to forget but I won't let go&lt;br /&gt;Looking at a crowded street&lt;br /&gt;Listening to my own heart beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people all around the world&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where do I find someone like you girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Take me to your heart take me to your soul&lt;br /&gt;Give me your hand before I'm old&lt;br /&gt;Show me what love is - haven't got a clue&lt;br /&gt;Show me that wonders can be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say nothing lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;We're only here today&lt;br /&gt;Love is now or never&lt;br /&gt;Bring me far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me to your heart take me to your soul&lt;br /&gt;Give me your hand and hold me&lt;br /&gt;Show me what love is - be my guiding star&lt;br /&gt;It's easy take me to your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on a mountain high&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the moon through a clear blue sky&lt;br /&gt;I should go and see some friends&lt;br /&gt;But they don't really comprehend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't need too much talking without saying anything&lt;br /&gt;All I need is someone who makes me wanna sing&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got a chance to dance with her again. It felt so right...so very right. Dalin...Tell me... where can I find someone like you girl?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-1344427434339578981?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/1344427434339578981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=1344427434339578981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/1344427434339578981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/1344427434339578981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2007/03/take-me-to-your-heart.html' title='Take me to your heart'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-2828857413738183191</id><published>2007-03-08T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T20:19:02.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend</title><content type='html'>Today saw a post by a friend whom I know through the internet. I can feel the pain she's having even though it was only words that were written in that post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years for nothing but hurt. 3 years...poor gal. Hope u get better soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-2828857413738183191?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/2828857413738183191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=2828857413738183191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/2828857413738183191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/2828857413738183191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2007/03/friend.html' title='A friend'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-7241871142340148707</id><published>2007-03-08T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T00:37:10.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 Dismay</title><content type='html'>O-week...O-nite. Then Shan told me that Lind's staying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance practises on-going...but I don't feel the passion as much as I used to, especially when with the old gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class starts...everything is going on..cameras rolling. But I don't feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL NUMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Park Hotel for Nellie's "early" birthday celebration. Tracy had moved, I didnt know until I picked her up from her house in Permy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am now, at home. I still have to complete the poster as needed for the Bakun trip. But..I don't feel like doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems so dull &amp; unlively. What am I searching for anyway? What is it I want to see? What is it I desire to experience? What is it that I want to feel? or Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that the world has something to offer me &amp;amp; this is not the end of my journey yet. But something is lacking.. tides have changed a little, faces have changed too, the same goes for me, little by little. But still, I don't know what is it that I can do, when will the "superhuman" part of me awaken from inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God guide me please.. when there's nothing on this world to hold on to. It's only You, but if all else fail, I don't know how long will I be able to hold on to You, O Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-7241871142340148707?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/7241871142340148707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=7241871142340148707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/7241871142340148707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/7241871142340148707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2007/03/2007-dismay.html' title='2007 Dismay'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-6927763119002223236</id><published>2007-02-16T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T11:46:17.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>无双谱</title><content type='html'>大概三角才好&lt;br /&gt;你有本领两个得到&lt;br /&gt;令你身价抬高&lt;br /&gt;谁亦害怕未抢到&lt;br /&gt;而爱情要用尺度&lt;br /&gt;极怀疑全非真爱慕&lt;br /&gt;而最后让你苦恼决定谁好&lt;br /&gt;或两匹布你自问未着到&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你想相恋的高估你&lt;br /&gt;还是失恋的憎恨你&lt;br /&gt;难道爱情&lt;br /&gt;需找两个人优点去比&lt;br /&gt;每次给挑鸭被抛弃&lt;br /&gt;其实我以心来挑选你&lt;br /&gt;却像竞技卖艺游戏&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是我想我人好&lt;br /&gt;每次都信勉强不到&lt;br /&gt;亦信纯真的爱慕&lt;br /&gt;何用做戏地讨好&lt;br /&gt;如爱情需踏血路&lt;br /&gt;是情人诚恳抑冷酷&lt;br /&gt;如我们烦恼该去礼让谁好&lt;br /&gt;就当憎你我但愿你听到&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你想一起都苦等你&lt;br /&gt;还是想一起争夺你&lt;br /&gt;难道爱情需找两个人优点去比&lt;br /&gt;每次给挑鸭被抛弃&lt;br /&gt;其实我以心来挑选你&lt;br /&gt;却像竞技卖艺游戏&lt;br /&gt;怕赢了亦恨透你&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-6927763119002223236?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/6927763119002223236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=6927763119002223236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/6927763119002223236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/6927763119002223236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='无双谱'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-116887431459719330</id><published>2007-01-15T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T23:18:34.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>究竟在等谁？——写给大龄单身女孩</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“你最近怎么样，还没谈朋友啊？”如果你经常被好心的同学、朋友、大妈、大婶们问到这个问题，那你就有可能已经或正在跨入 大龄单身的行列了。当他们用充满同情的目光注视着你的时候，本来没觉得自己的单身有什么不好的你，也突然感觉像做了错事一样，觉得自己的单身状态，很对不 住关心自己的人。于是，可能你也开始寻找目标、相亲，想干快找个人来结束单身。可是，一次次的希望，却带来一次次的失望。这人太瘦了，那人太高了，这人太 幼稚了，那人太精明了，这人学历没我高，那人工作没我好，这人是单亲家庭，那人没我有能力，这人嘴太油，那人太古板……总之，没相中。面对着介绍人期待的 目光，你只好报歉地说：“真的没感觉！”。眼睁睁看着周围相貌能力都远不如你的女孩儿一个个心满意足地出嫁了，而外貌学历能力素质一样也不差的你却被落下 了。你告诉自己，再等等吧，下一个一定会更好。可是下一个里面，却没有发现更好的。你只好继续等待，你相信，你一定能等到属于你的缘分。&lt;br /&gt;“你究竟在等谁？”，你这样问过自己吗？“我等的是一个高大魁梧的人。”&lt;br /&gt;“你究竟在等谁？”，你这样问过自己吗？“我等的是一个英俊帅气的人。”&lt;br /&gt;“你究竟在等谁？”，你这样问过自己吗？“我等的是一个能让我有感觉的人。”&lt;br /&gt;“你究竟在等谁？”，你这样问过自己吗？“我等的是一个很爱很爱我的人。”&lt;br /&gt;“你究竟在等谁？”，你这样问过自己吗？“我等的是一个学历比我高的人。”&lt;br /&gt;“你究竟在等谁？”，你这样问过自己吗？“我等的是一个工作比我好的人。”&lt;br /&gt;“你究竟在等谁？”，你这样问过自己吗？“我等的是一个善良的、有内涵的人。”&lt;br /&gt;“你究竟在等谁？”，你这样问过自己吗？“我等的是一个有责任心的、有上进心的人。”&lt;br /&gt;“你究竟在等谁？”，你这样问过自己吗？“我等的是一个有车有房的人。”&lt;br /&gt;“你究竟在等谁？”，你这样问过自己吗？“我等的是一个……的人。”答案有很多。&lt;br /&gt;你究竟在等谁？其实，可能你自己也说不清楚。你在等的人，不是某一个真实的人，他只是你理想中的一个完美形象而已，现实当中跟本不存在这样完&lt;a href="http://search1.taobao.com/browse/search_auction.htm?commend=all&amp;q=%E7%BE%8E%E7%9A%84&amp;amp;from=forum9&amp;amp;keywordbody=1" target="_blank" class="ReplaceKeyword"&gt;美的&lt;/a&gt;人。 就连各方面都很优秀的你，也不得不承认自己并不是一个十全十美的人，难道不是吗？回到现实来吧，学着用欣赏的目光用心去感觉、去体会、去品味，你就会发现 其实每个人都有他的闪光点。考虑一下，他的优点是不是属于你很欣赏的方面，他的缺点是不是属于你能包容的方面。适合你的就是最好的，可能他还不够优秀；真 爱你的就是最美的，可能他还不够英俊；珍惜你的就是最棒的，可能他还不够富有。&lt;br /&gt;当你看到这里，心里想到的那个人是谁？说不定他就是你一直在苦苦等待的那个人，佛祖早就刻意为你把他派来了，只不过他现在还只是一块貌不惊人的璞石，需要你亲自用你灵巧的双手去细细地打磨，他才能变成无瑕的美玉。试着给他一次机会吧，也等于给你自己一次机会。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-116887431459719330?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/116887431459719330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=116887431459719330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/116887431459719330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/116887431459719330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='究竟在等谁？——写给大龄单身女孩'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-116774086317574768</id><published>2007-01-02T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T20:27:43.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a letter from jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Did it occur to you, that you can call the Almighty &amp; should be read as Jeremiah 33:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God says - Call unto me, I will answer you. , the following message may have some relevance on this auspicious christmas season/greetings 2006. No copyrights infringement intended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A letter from Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you well know, we are getting closer to my birthday. Every year there is a celebration in my honor and I think that this year the celebration will be repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time there are many people shopping for gifts, there are many radio announcements, TV commercials, and in every part of the worldeveryoneis talking that my birthday is getting closer and closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really very nice to know, that at least once a year, some people think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, the celebration of my birthday began many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first people seemed to understand and be thankful of all that I did for them, but in these times, no one seems to know the reason for the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends get together and have a lot of fun, but they don't know the meaning of the celebration. I remember that last year there was a great feast in my honor. The dinner table was full of delicious foods, pastries, fruits, assorted nuts and chocolates. The decorations were exquisite and there were many, many beautifully wrapped gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, do you want to know something? I wasn't invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the guest of honor and they didn't remember to send me an invitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was for me, but when that great day came, I was left outside, theyclosed the door in my face .. and I wanted to bewith them and share their table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, that didn't surprise me because in the last few years all close their doors to me. Since I wasn't invited, I decided toenter the party without making any noise. I went in and stood in a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all drinking; there were some who were drunk and telling jokes and laughing at everything. They were having a grand time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all, this big fat man all dressed in red wearing a long white beard entered the room yelling Ho-Ho-Ho! He seemed drunk. He sat on the sofa and all the children ran to him, saying: "Santa Claus, Santa Claus"&lt;br /&gt;as if the party were in his honor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At midnight all the people began to hug each other; I extended my arms waiting for someone to hug me and do you know no-one hugged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly they all began to share gifts. They opened them one by one with great expectation. When all had been opened, I looked to see if, maybe, there was one for me. What would you feel if on your birthday everybody&lt;br /&gt;shared gifts and you did not get one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then understood that I was unwanted at that party and quietly left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year it  gets worse. People only remember the gifts, the parties, to eat and drink, and nobody remembers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like this Christmas that you allow me to enter into your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like that you recognize the fact that almost two thousand years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to this world to give my life for you, on the cross, to save you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I only want that you believe this with all your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share something with you. As many didn't invite me to their party, I will have my own celebration, a grandiose party that no one has ever imagined, a spectacular party. I'm still making the final arrangements..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am sending out many invitations and there is an invitation for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you wish to attend and I will make a reservation for you and write your name with golden letters in my great guest book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only those on the guest list will be invited to the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who don't answer the invite, will be left outside. Be prepared because when all is ready you will be part of my great party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon. I Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-116774086317574768?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/116774086317574768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=116774086317574768&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/116774086317574768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/116774086317574768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2007/01/letter-from-jesus.html' title='a letter from jesus'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-116684032621664601</id><published>2006-12-23T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T10:18:46.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life so far has been quite a dissapointment but yet quite a catch. Holidays have been here since the end of past month, I wanted to start a lil something on investment and finance but progress so far has just been the purchasing of two related books: The Essential Buffett &amp; The Successful Investor. I had these books added to my collection from the Times bookshop in KK. The Successful Investor is not exactly what I wanted though, it was a misleaded choice since the real book I ought to get was The Intelligent Investor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the five major targets I set for myself for this holiday, only two have been achieved thus far...leaving me with a rather blue sensation. (1) I wanted a new cell for myself    (2) A trip away from town to relax &amp; refresh    (3) Someone to love &amp; to be loved    (4) Start on an investment    (5) Online money making project. Objective (1) &amp; (2) was more than a success. As for (3), I'm out of words &amp;amp;  "ideas"... (4)  I'm making progress but it 's comparatively as slow as Tmnut's Snailmyx. (5) is rather a frustration but I ain't giving up on it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'm not a man of words, and I hate to say that I'm a man of actions because both just doesnt seem to fit with my personality. In fact, I'm an all-rounder when I choose to be, when I want to be, or when I'm forced to be..   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes the "annual" countdown ball for the new year. It's on the 31st, you bet Mr. Wong asked us to perform again &amp; he did. This time it's Slow Tango &amp;amp; Jive, what I'm more concerned of is that there's just no new blood in the team &amp; really, I'm getting tired..    Life everyday is like...whatever...Drama-ing &amp; mostly wandering. No, there are no more games in my machine. I had them removed for the sake of urging myself to consume all the series and movies I've stored so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dALiN is really making me crazy... I told her that I really liked her, too bad she said she's not looking for one right now. I'm really lost on this, should I continue on counting on her? or should I just let go of her? Funny thing is...I still dream of her...her smile, her voice, her breath and everything that she's said, her touch, her care and Her. I don't know if it's my problem or hers, but I know that even if I cried, she wouldn't know either, better to get a new life, right not, my buddies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum &amp;amp; dad are really the best parents on Earth, I...really appreciate them alot. Jack is slowly turning from a cute lil bro into a defiant lil brat, now he rarely...rarely receives my orders. That two sis of mine... I just hope they know what they're doing. Haha, I just hope I know what I'm doing too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-116684032621664601?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/116684032621664601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=116684032621664601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/116684032621664601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/116684032621664601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2006/12/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-116583033575184834</id><published>2006-12-11T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T17:45:36.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>无话可说</title><content type='html'>话已尽, 情已绝.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-116583033575184834?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/116583033575184834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=116583033575184834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/116583033575184834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/116583033575184834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='无话可说'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-116539754367977558</id><published>2006-12-06T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T17:32:23.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KK Trip 30th Nov till 5th Dec 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2961/980/1600/588953/DSC00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2961/980/320/807054/DSC00071.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favourite old time cars...the beatle ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2961/980/1600/255730/DSC00083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2961/980/320/526319/DSC00083.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Banners all over the city, this one looks more of a hoax than a reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2961/980/1600/298910/DSC00085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2961/980/320/171930/DSC00085.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KK Airport under construction, Terminal 2 was below expected. But this one under construction should prove to be more of an impact once it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, waiting for more pics fr Kev zai...dunno how long will he take to upload em...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-116539754367977558?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/116539754367977558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=116539754367977558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/116539754367977558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/116539754367977558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2006/12/kk-trip-30th-nov-till-5th-dec-2006.html' title='KK Trip 30th Nov till 5th Dec 2006'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-116266073402209381</id><published>2006-11-05T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T01:18:54.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Nov</title><content type='html'>IEM annual dinner...back at home at 12.55am...haiz, dunno wat feeling i'm havin nw, sigh.....zen zen kawaranai..kimi wa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-116266073402209381?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/116266073402209381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=116266073402209381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/116266073402209381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/116266073402209381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2006/11/4th-nov.html' title='4th Nov'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-116072535446494046</id><published>2006-10-13T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T15:42:34.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Rejection Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Herbert A. Millington&lt;br /&gt;Chair - Search Committee&lt;br /&gt;412A Clarkson Hall, Whitson University&lt;br /&gt;College Hill, MA  34109&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Professor Millington,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your letter of March 16.  After careful consideration, I&lt;br /&gt;regret to inform you that I am unable to accept your refusal to offer me&lt;br /&gt;an assistant professor position in your department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I have been particularly fortunate in receiving an unusually&lt;br /&gt;large number of rejection letters.  With such a varied and promising field&lt;br /&gt;of candidates, it is impossible for me to accept all refusals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite Whitson's outstanding qualifications and previous experience in&lt;br /&gt;rejecting applicants, I find that your rejection does not meet my needs at&lt;br /&gt;this time.  Therefore, I will assume the position of assistant professor&lt;br /&gt;in your department this August.  I look forward to seeing you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck in rejecting future applicants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Chris L. Jensen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-116072535446494046?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/116072535446494046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=116072535446494046&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/116072535446494046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/116072535446494046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2006/10/ultimate-rejection-letter.html' title='The Ultimate Rejection Letter'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-115846240655800653</id><published>2006-09-17T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T11:06:46.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penjual Telur</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Penjual Telur&lt;br /&gt;Di sebuah pasar tradisional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pembeli: "Dik, telur sekilo berapa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penjual: "Telur ayam atau telur itik?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pembeli: "Telur ayam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penjual: "Telur ayam biasa atau ayam kampung?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pembeli: "Ayam biasa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penjual: "Yang tempatan atau yang import?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pembeli: "Yang tempatan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penjual: "Yang tempatannya mahu yang dari Ipoh, Kuala Selangor atau  Tampin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pembeli: "Yang Ipoh lah..." (Sambil terlihat kesal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penjual: "Mahu yang Ipoh Pusat, Barat, Timur, Utara, atau Selatan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pembeli: "Adik nie jual telur atau nak jalan-jalan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penjual: "Maaf kak, saya penjual mee rebus kat sebelah. Kebetulan yang jual telur pergi makan. Saya disuruh berbual dulu dengan pembeli sampai dia datang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-115846240655800653?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/115846240655800653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=115846240655800653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/115846240655800653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/115846240655800653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2006/09/penjual-telur.html' title='Penjual Telur'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-115842126750263789</id><published>2006-09-16T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:41:07.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Violin I like so much</title><content type='html'>A friend said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;      &lt;center&gt;hmmm&lt;/center&gt;        &lt;/h3&gt;                                   i think i like you...but then again wat can i do about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully the boundaries wont be a factor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think tat i REALLY like you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how about u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to comment on this but, I think all of us would want to ask him/her about it. However, it's just not easy to open your mouth. Hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-115842126750263789?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/115842126750263789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=115842126750263789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/115842126750263789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/115842126750263789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2006/09/violin-i-like-so-much.html' title='The Violin I like so much'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-115685940285023321</id><published>2006-08-29T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T21:50:02.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Kingdom come, Your Will be done</title><content type='html'>Father in Heaven, Your Will be done, not mine. For the Kingdom, the power &amp; glory are Yours, now &amp;amp; forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-115685940285023321?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/115685940285023321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=115685940285023321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/115685940285023321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/115685940285023321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2006/08/your-kingdom-come-your-will-be-done.html' title='Your Kingdom come, Your Will be done'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-115633275732148042</id><published>2006-08-23T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T10:13:59.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By Dusty Springfield</title><content type='html'>I dont know what it is that makes me love you so&lt;br /&gt;I only know I never want to let you go&lt;br /&gt;cause youve started something&lt;br /&gt;Oh, cant you see?&lt;br /&gt;That ever since we met&lt;br /&gt;Youve had a hold on me&lt;br /&gt;It happens to be true&lt;br /&gt;I only want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt matter where you go or what you do&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend each moment of the day with you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look what has happened with just one kiss&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that I could be in love like this&lt;br /&gt;Its crazy but its true&lt;br /&gt;I only want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stopped and smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;And asked if Id care to dance&lt;br /&gt;I fell into your open arms&lt;br /&gt;And I didnt stand a chance&lt;br /&gt;Now listen honey&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be beside you everywhere&lt;br /&gt;As long as were together, honey, I dont care&lt;br /&gt;cause youve started something&lt;br /&gt;Oh, cant you see?&lt;br /&gt;That ever since we met&lt;br /&gt;Youve had a hold on me&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you do&lt;br /&gt;I only want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, you stopped and you smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;And asked if Id care to dance&lt;br /&gt;I fell into your open arms&lt;br /&gt;And I didnt stand a chance&lt;br /&gt;Now hear me tell you&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be beside you everywhere&lt;br /&gt;As long as were together, honey, I dont care&lt;br /&gt;cause youve started something&lt;br /&gt;Oh, cant you see?&lt;br /&gt;That ever since we met&lt;br /&gt;Youve had a hold on me&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you do&lt;br /&gt;I only want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;I said no matter, no matter what you do&lt;br /&gt;I only want to be with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-115633275732148042?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/115633275732148042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=115633275732148042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/115633275732148042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/115633275732148042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2006/08/by-dusty-springfield.html' title='By Dusty Springfield'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-115624597835720425</id><published>2006-08-22T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T10:11:48.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="BlogViewId"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;C is more important than B......I don't know. VV, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;私が私をいかに望むか知りなさい&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-115624597835720425?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/115624597835720425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=115624597835720425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/115624597835720425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/115624597835720425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2006/08/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-115496656094400748</id><published>2006-08-07T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T12:56:18.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/980/1600/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/980/320/IMG_0011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/980/1600/IMG_0026.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/980/320/IMG_0026.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/980/1600/IMG_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/980/320/IMG_0025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/980/1600/Jap%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/980/320/Jap%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/980/1600/IMG_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/980/320/IMG_0032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/980/1600/Chung%20Hua%20LEO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/980/320/Chung%20Hua%20LEO.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/980/1600/With%20Miki%20Original.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/980/320/With%20Miki%20Original.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/980/1600/With%20Arisa%20Original.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/980/320/With%20Arisa%20Original.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/980/1600/YE%201st%20day%20visit%20II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/980/320/YE%201st%20day%20visit%20II.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the events for the past month: 28th of July 2006, the YE arrived at Miri. My induction to becoming a LEO was on the afternoon of 30th. At night we had the Banquet dinner together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-115496656094400748?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/115496656094400748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=115496656094400748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/115496656094400748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/115496656094400748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2006/08/times.html' title='Times'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-115439452960908387</id><published>2006-08-01T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T09:08:49.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>《与上帝对话》</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;上帝：&lt;/strong&gt;你好，是你在叫我吗？&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我：&lt;/strong&gt;叫你？没有啊，你是谁？&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;上帝：&lt;/strong&gt;我是上帝，刚才听到你的祈祷，所以想和你聊一聊。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我&lt;/strong&gt;： 是的，我在做祷告，因为想让自己感觉快乐点，实际上我现在非常忙，正在工作中。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;上帝&lt;/strong&gt;： 可你在忙些什么呢，蚂蚁也很忙……&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我：&lt;/strong&gt;我也不知道在忙些什么，就是没有空闲，生活变得很忙乱，时时刻刻都在奔忙。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;上帝：&lt;/strong&gt;别忘了，事务使你繁忙，效率才能出效果。事务消耗时间，效率才能节省时间。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我：&lt;/strong&gt;这个道理我当然明白，可是我还是搞不明白，为什么会这么忙。顺便说一句，我可真没想到你会在线上和我聊天。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;上帝&lt;/strong&gt;： 因为我想帮你理清头绪，好解决你时间紧张的问题。在这个网络时代，我是想用你易于接受的方式与你交流。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我：&lt;/strong&gt;好吧，那你告诉我，为什么现在生活变的那么复杂？&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;上帝：&lt;/strong&gt;生活不能去分析，而是要你实实在在的去经历，分析只能使生活复杂。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我：&lt;/strong&gt;那为什么我们一直都不快乐？&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;上帝&lt;/strong&gt;： 今天就是你们昨天为之忧虑的明天，你们担忧是因为你们在分析，担忧已经成了习惯，这就是你们为什么不快乐。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我：&lt;/strong&gt;但是有这么多不确定因素，我们怎么能不担忧呢？&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;上帝&lt;/strong&gt;： 不确定性是不可避免的，但担忧与否是可以选择的。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我：&lt;/strong&gt;可是，因为这些不确定，所以会有很多不如意发生。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;上帝：&lt;/strong&gt;不如意是不可避免的，但痛苦与否是可以选择的。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我：&lt;/strong&gt;如果痛苦是可以选择的，那为什么好人常常会受苦？&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;上帝：&lt;/strong&gt;没有打磨，钻石就不会熠熠生辉；没有烈火，金子就不可能完美无暇。好人会经过生活的考验，但是不会因此而痛苦不堪。这些经历只会使他们的生活更美好而不是更苦涩。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我：&lt;/strong&gt;你的意思是这些经历是有用的？&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;上帝：&lt;/strong&gt;是的，总之经历就象是一位严历的老师，他先考验你然后教会你。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我&lt;/strong&gt;： 但我仍然不明白，为什么我们非要经历这么多考验？为什么我们不能避免这些问题。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;上帝：&lt;/strong&gt;这些问题是故意设置的障碍，它能使人从中受益，以增强精神力量，内心的力量来自于奋斗和坚韧，不经历磨难则无法获得。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我&lt;/strong&gt;： 坦率的讲，当我们深陷问题的泥潭时，经常会迷失方向。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;上帝：&lt;/strong&gt;如果只看世俗的外界，你会迷失前进的方向，要听从你内心的召唤。世俗的外界会让你迷惑，内心的呼唤才真正让你清醒。因为眼睛只赋予你视力，而心灵才赋予你洞察力。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我&lt;/strong&gt;： 有时候，成功的太慢甚至比找准人生的方向更痛苦，怎么办？&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;上帝&lt;/strong&gt;： 事业成功是别人的衡量，幸福满足是自己的体验。重要的是知道自己前进的方向，而不是知道自己跑在领先。在前行的人生路上，让指南针与你为伴，让时钟与他人为伍。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我：&lt;/strong&gt;在逆境中如何保持斗志昂扬？&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;上帝：&lt;/strong&gt;永远去看你已经走了多远，而不是你还有多远要走。永远谨记你所幸而非你所失。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我：&lt;/strong&gt;人们有什么让你觉得很吃惊？&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;上帝：&lt;/strong&gt;当他们遭受痛苦时，他们会问“为什么是我？”可当他们正飞黄腾达时，去从来不问“为什么是我？”每个人都想让真理站在他们一边，却很少有人想站在真理一边。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我：&lt;/strong&gt;有时我问我是谁，为什么来到这世界，可我找不到答案。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;上帝&lt;/strong&gt;： 要追求的不是发现你是谁，而是要决定你想成为谁，不要寻找你存在的意义，要去创造你存在的价值，人生旅程不是发现，而是创造。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我：&lt;/strong&gt;我怎样能得到最好的生活？&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;上帝：&lt;/strong&gt;面对过去应无怨无悔，面对现在应充满信心，面对将来应无所畏惧。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;----------其实，快乐和幸福是每个人自己生活的意义，得自己去发掘，创造，体验，要听从内心最真的声音。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;----------坚定信仰，放下恐惧。怀疑的不必相信，相信的就不要怀疑。生活是一个需要不断探索的谜。不是一个要解决的问题。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-115439452960908387?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/115439452960908387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=115439452960908387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/115439452960908387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/115439452960908387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='《与上帝对话》'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-115270201234130959</id><published>2006-07-12T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T19:00:12.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results released!</title><content type='html'>The results of my 2nd yr 1st sem is out today. I just got to know it in the morning of this 12th of July 2006. Sigh, 1 of the most devastating day of this year for me, my results are......a dissapointment to me. Even so, I thank the Lord my God for it, for I am not required to sit for any supplementary exams, retake any units altho I've "flunked" the fluid mechanics. I was, miracally granted a conceded pass for that !@$@#%^ unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question is: What am I suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;笑叹智穷不知今况终成空&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    到了 人方恩断义绝梦方空&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;路荒已叹饱览足迹没人懂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    多年往烟雨穿过红尘滚滚我没看透&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自嘲末境千情万缘已皆愁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    曲终人散发花鬓白红颜末&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;烛残未觉与日争辉图消瘦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    当泪干血隐狂涌白雪纷飞都成空&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-115270201234130959?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/115270201234130959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=115270201234130959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/115270201234130959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/115270201234130959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2006/07/results-released.html' title='Results released!'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-115070967243113648</id><published>2006-06-19T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:34:32.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmation, Examinations......&amp; Finally Holidays</title><content type='html'>June the 11th was another big day for me. I was confirmed to be a soldier of Christ on that day, in Mater Dei's Church, Lutong. The Bishop was the one to carry out the ceremony. Well, I must say that day was a special day whereby all of us had ourselves in pure white all over, except our shoes that is and we were sealed with the Holy Spirit. This is one of those unrepeatable sacraments which makes it so special to me, just like Baptism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is...the very next day I had to fight those overwhelming exams, this time we sort of got ourselves "gang-banged" by the exams. 5 units in 5 days &amp; ALL units are killers. Ohh man, fluid mechanics gives me the creeps &amp;amp; I do hope that I would not be required to repeat any of those units. Crap, they gave us too little time for too many things, at least give us a day off to prepare for the coming units mah, like that we might be able to survive this exam wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, exam is over &amp; now I'm left with around 5 weeks time to do whatever the things I'd like to do . I am truly, truly I say, a FREE man. Today I had been messing with the templates of this blog, kinda big turnover I guess, with the whole background changed &amp;amp; the fonts recoloured. Couldn't think of what more to do with it, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm wondering who knows about my blog, cause I've known many dude's blog, those dudes I see everyday, well, almost everyday when I'm in campus &amp;amp; those whom I can recognize but don't really know them. Hmm, been learning much about you people out there, but I don't really know if I'm being "watched" just as I've "watched". Give me a clue or something if YOU, whoever YOU are, have been here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-115070967243113648?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/115070967243113648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=115070967243113648&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/115070967243113648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/115070967243113648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2006/06/confirmation-examinations-finally.html' title='Confirmation, Examinations......&amp; Finally Holidays'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-114791269282565960</id><published>2006-05-18T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T08:38:12.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeloop</title><content type='html'>A weird thought accompanied the waking up of me today, I felt like we're all living the future like yesterday. Yes, the events are different and so are the feelings too, but then again, it's the settings that are different and not us, innerly......Sigh, dunno what crap am I thinking into now. Hope is always with us, only humans have hope; but when hope becomes a habit, there is nothing to hope for anymore. Having hope for too long just makes one feel lost &amp;amp; "hopeless", what is there to hope for when something you're hoping for is but an illusion out of your reach, or something that you can't even imagine properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is life? Life, err, still discovering and finding new events and new people each day. But even so, the nature of the process is still the same, sometimes I will get fed up with my repetitiveness in doing different things everyday, because doing different things everyday is the same thing I've been doing &lt;--- same thing everyone does all the time......We cannot escape it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, nothing to update in the blog and it has been idle for some time so I guessed I should write something today. Wrote the above "crap" and am satisfied with it for now. God, Father Almighty, show me MY WAY and purpose in this earthly life of mine, this I ask through Jesus' name. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-114791269282565960?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/114791269282565960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=114791269282565960&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/114791269282565960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/114791269282565960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2006/05/timeloop.html' title='Timeloop'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-114192196729249558</id><published>2006-03-09T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T00:32:47.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life &amp; Destiny</title><content type='html'>Checked my posts for a while &amp; found out that there hasn't been any real updates for the past 2~3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I will be confirmed in the name of Jesus Christ, my Lord in june, hopefully I'll know more of my purposes in life by then  &amp; do what I should be doing. I don't know how many of you out there actually wondered about your destiny or what you wanted to find in life. I can't recall either when is it that I first thought about my presence in this world. Everytime I feel a deep emotion, I  begin to wonder why am I brought to this world, what will I become in the future...&amp; most of all, what is my purpose in this world. Many years have gone &amp;amp; I came across groups of different people, from different classes or standards. Seeing how they get on with life makes me project how my life would be when I get to their age, or reflect on how my life was. I wonder if I would become like them, I wondered why the poor had to stay poor, the rich staying rich &amp; some can turn from one extreme to the other, &amp;amp; why one man could lost millions in one night &amp; made debt of millions but recover to being rich again in just 2 weeks. Are they successful because of their attitude, personality, intellectual capacity? Or are they just the lucky ones? Or is there a mysterious force working its magic on them? I've known about the 1st few physical factors, now I'm more interested in the spiritual factor. Science is better left to explain most of the things but not all things.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is quite a bright one, to be sure, tonight...the transmission went through to the other side &amp;amp; the reply was a positive one to my delight &amp;amp; surprise. I just hope I have found what should have been a part of me, the other bone I should meet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-114192196729249558?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/114192196729249558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=114192196729249558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/114192196729249558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/114192196729249558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-destiny.html' title='Life &amp; Destiny'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-114002278860564302</id><published>2006-02-16T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T00:59:48.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>电梯整MM绝招</title><content type='html'>那天加班到晚9点才下班，我走进电梯（我公司在12楼），发现里面只有一个PLMM（很 &gt;漂亮的），偶看了看她，很想搭搭话，但她好象看出来了，显得很高傲，把头偏到一边理头发不理偶，偶心里不爽，决定搞她一下！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;于 是偶到电梯门边上，悄悄按了个号码10。电梯到了10楼停了一下，门开了，但是没有人电梯门关了，还是只有我们两个，电梯继续往下运行，这时我突然对电梯 角落伸出手，做握手状上下握手，并说：小李，我好久没去你们10楼玩了！最近还好啊？一边在做交谈的样子，一边用眼角余光看MM，只见这个MM眼睛瞪的滚 圆，嘴巴张的老大，随着我说的越来越热烈，MM慢慢的靠着电梯壁瘫滑坐到地上晕过去了…… 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后续：电梯到了1楼，我把MM拖到电梯外面，用矿泉水把她弄醒。在她醒来的一瞬间，我对空气说，小李，我们总算把她弄醒了，她立马又晕过去了，这个时候我告诉 &gt;大楼保安一声，赶紧闪了……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;类 似的事情：我们也干过一次，头两年的事了，和一个同事（男）晚上加班赶方案，凌晨12点多才搞定，下楼的时候楼里已经空无一人，一边聊天一边等电梯 ing... 不一会电梯下来了，门一开里面居然还有个人！是个女孩（估计也是加班才这么晚走），说实话我们两个被吓了一跳，没想到这么晚会在 电梯里遇见人，愣了一下，最牛的是我那个同事，只见他探头探脑的看了看电梯里，说了句“靠，人满了，挤不下了，咱们还是等下趟吧”我面无&lt;a href="http://www.taobao.com/help/wangwang/wangwang_0628_11.php" target="_blank" class="ReplaceKeyword"&gt;表情&lt;/a&gt;的点了点 头……电梯门关上的瞬间， 那个女孩脸色煞白……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh man, I've been dumping these into my blog, haven't really do any actual writings myself...but...who cares?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-114002278860564302?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/114002278860564302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=114002278860564302&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/114002278860564302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/114002278860564302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2006/02/mm.html' title='电梯整MM绝招'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-113989485795269305</id><published>2006-02-14T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T17:34:18.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>这位前台小姐竟能用英语逼死美国人</title><content type='html'>刚才来了个美国人，进到办公室，前台小姐左看右看，大家都在打游戏，只有自己比较清闲，面带微笑的：&lt;br /&gt;　　前台小姐：“hello.”&lt;br /&gt;　　美国人：“hi.”&lt;br /&gt;　　前台小姐：“you have what thing？”&lt;br /&gt;　　美国人：“can you speak english？”&lt;br /&gt;　　前台小姐：“if i not speak english， i am speaking what？”&lt;br /&gt;　　美国人：“can anybody else speak english？”&lt;br /&gt;　　前台小姐：“you yourself look. all people are playing， no people have time， you can wait， you wait， you not wait， you go！”&lt;br /&gt;　　美国人：“good heavens. anybody here can speak english？”&lt;br /&gt;　　前台小姐：“shout what shout， quiet a little， you on earth have what thing?”&lt;br /&gt;　　美国人：“i want to speak to your head.”&lt;br /&gt;　　前台小姐：“head not zai. you tomorrow come！”&lt;br /&gt;　　美国人吐血。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-113989485795269305?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-113946104299453623</id><published>2006-02-09T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T12:57:22.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>海底竟然有人的存在 ！？</title><content type='html'>如果說地球上還有另一類神秘的智慧動物---海底人， 許多人會認為純屬無稽之談，然而種種跡象表明，海底也許真的有「人類」存在。&lt;br /&gt;1958年，美國國家海洋學會的羅坦士使用水下攝相機，在大西洋4000多米深的海底，拍攝到了一些類似人類的足跡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1963年，美國潛艇在波多黎各東海演習時發現了一個「怪物」：它既不是魚，也不是獸，而是一條帶螺旋槳的「水底船」，時速可達280千米，是人類現代科技所望塵莫及的。 當時美國海軍分頭派出了驅逐艦和潛艇追蹤了4個小時，最終「怪物」消失得無影無蹤。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1968年，美國水下攝影師穆尼在海底看到一個奇異的動物：臉像猴，脖子比人長4倍，眼像人但大得多。當它發現穆尼後，就飛快地用腿部的「推進器」遊開了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1973 年，丹德爾.莫尼船長在大西洋斯特里海灣發現水下有一條似雪茄煙的「船」，長40-50米，以110-130千米的時速航行，直奔丹德爾的船而來。正當船 長驚魂不定時，它卻悄然繞船而過。時隔半年，北?讞M挪威的數十艘軍艦，在感恩克斯納歧灣發現了一個被稱為「幽靈潛水艇」的水下怪物，當「幽靈潛水艇」浮 出水面時，所有軍艦上的無線電通訊、雷達和聲吶儀等全部失靈，等它消失後又恢復正常。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在最近兩年內，又出現了兩則奇聞：一件是1992年 夏， 一群西班牙的采海帶工人，在海底見到了一個龐大的透明圓頂建築物；另一件是1993年7月，美英科學家b大西洋百慕大大約1000米深的海底發現了兩座大 型「金字塔」，很像用水晶玻璃建造，邊長約100米 ，高達200米。這兩件事又使人聯想起美國海軍上校享利在百慕大三角區水下 360米處發現的 「金字塔」，以及美國探險家特羅納在巴哈馬群島海域發現的「比密裏水下建築物」。有人認為這是「海底人」用來采 集海底石油和天然氣的化工廠，也有人認為這是「海底人」用於淨化和談化海水的設備，甚至有人猜想這是「海底人」發電的電磁網絡。難道蔚藍色大海深處真的有 另一人種存在嗎?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;種種離奇古怪的水下發現，不禁使人回想起1938年的那件事：在愛沙尼亞的朱明達海灘上，出現了一個雞胸、扁嘴、 圓腦袋的「蛤螟人」。當它發現有人在跟蹤它時，便一溜煙地跳進了波羅的海裏。時過半個世紀，在美國南卡羅萊納州比維市效區沼澤地裏，多次出現一個半人半獸 的「蜥蠍人」：身高達2米，有一對紅眼, 全身披滿厚厚的綠色鱗甲， 每只手僅3根手指，直立行走，力氣驚人，能輕而易舉地掀翻汽車，跑起來比汽車還快....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;面對這些離奇古怪的水下智慧動物，一些科學家猜 測，認為這些智慧動物的科技水平已遠遠超過了陸上的人類，很可能是棲身於深水中的外星人。不過這一學說卻遭更多學者的否定，因為神秘的「海底人」 的許多特徵均符合地球環境中的生存條件，他們只能是地球上的產物，而不可能是來自外星的生物。「海底下可能有別一支人類。」看來這種判斷不無道理。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-113946104299453623?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-113946089277481651</id><published>2006-02-09T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T12:54:52.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog</title><content type='html'>Well, seems like I really got lazy of writing or typing my own blog. Maybe there wasn't much happenings in recent times. School's gonna start on 27th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY celebration was good this year. 1st time got 18 ppl (frens) gather at my house at one time. And at that time too I was in the middle of an awful sorethroat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd of Feb, we had a reunion dinner, it was meant for us who were in form 5 from SMK Chung Hua Miri in 2003. This time I get to see schoolmates whom I havent seen for 2 years. Got the chance to re-know everyone &amp; possibly find out how everyone has changed. Not much change but still, there are changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh man, back to the dancing practise again. This time we're doing a guest performance for Pei Min on the 12th of March, for some charity work I guess. The practise started as soon as 5th day of CNY... I skipped class for this week due to the hateful sorethroat &amp;amp; some persistant flu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-113946089277481651?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/113946089277481651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=113946089277481651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/113946089277481651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/113946089277481651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-blog.html' title='My blog'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-113854679120901008</id><published>2006-01-29T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T22:59:51.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>北大学生当场气死日本记者</title><content type='html'>６月１９日，日本共同社记者小泽一朗到北大进行突击采访。在南阁（国际合作部）门口，小泽一郎采访了一小个子男生（后证实该男生为国际关系学院学生纳海？）以下是现场原版真实问答记录：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　问:你支持抵制日货的这种观点或行动吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　答:每一个人都是一个个体,每个个体都是自由的。我无法左右别人的思想，也无权控制别人的行动。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　问：你如何定位中日关系？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　答：客观定位，平等互利关系。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　问：从学生的角度看，你认为两国关系中最大的障碍是什么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　答：显然，日方在很多方面做出了错误的言论和举动，而这是我们不能接受和容忍的！一句话，改善中日关系需要日方正视历史，拿出善意和诚意。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　问：你个人使用日货吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　答：有，马桶。（在场学生大笑）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　问：那你告诉我，为什么日本的马桶会比中国的好？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　答：在中国，这种话题是不登大雅之堂的，在公共场合提论这种话题是很变态的。（笑声）当然，我不知道是你有这样的嗜好，还是贵国有这种习惯。（笑声）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　问：关于历史问题，中日两国是否有途径可以卸下这个沉重的“包袱？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　 　答：请注意你的用词！我不同意你的这种说法。你的这个问题本身就在诬陷中国。自古至今，中国从不存在什么“沉重包袱”。中华民族是心胸开荡，豁达前瞻的 优秀民族，宽厚待人，睦邻周边是中国的美德。因此我们正视历史，但绝不以怨抱怨。我们容忍和解，包括对待日本。请问，中国和中华民族的历史包袱是什么？中 国人民做过对不起日本的事吗？问题恰恰是侵略中国、犯下滔天罪行的日本不正视历史，在中国烧杀掠夺，疯狂地要灭绝中华民族。犯罪的日本不向中国和中国人民 认罪赔偿损失，还要叫嚣海外出兵扩疆，分裂中国，霸占中国国土，激怒中国人民。这样的史实太多。请问，这是中国背历史包袱吗？　（在场学生鼓掌）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　问：我也经常看新闻，最近一段时间，中国生产事故频发，死亡率想必不会低吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　答：同你们国家一样，每人死一次。　（笑声、掌声）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　问：在中国大学校园里，学生自杀频繁发生、屡禁不止，这是为什么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　 　答：事实上，学生自杀最多的是在你们国家。许多稀奇古怪的自杀方式就是你们国家的自杀一族发明的。在联合国公布的相关资料中，日本的自杀率排名世界第 一。我不知道你手上有什么足够的证据来证明我国的校园自杀事件。mop.com主席有一句名言“没有调查就没有发言权”。希望你做客观真实的报道。对你刚 才提问中使用的词语我有必要纠正，在中国汉语语法中，“频繁发生”和“屡禁不止”是重复累赘，用词错误。而且，你的说法不符合事实！（掌声）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　问：在日本留学的中国学生非法窃取日本的机密情报，你知道吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　答：我无法核实你的消息的准确性和真实性。这种荒唐说法就跟布什打伊拉克是因为萨达姆偷了布什家的高压锅一样可笑。　（现场大笑）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-113854679120901008?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/113854679120901008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=113854679120901008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/113854679120901008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/113854679120901008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post_29.html' title='北大学生当场气死日本记者'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-113819901024444960</id><published>2006-01-25T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T22:23:30.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>女朋友和妓女的区别</title><content type='html'>女朋友和妓女的区别！！经典！！！！&lt;img alt="" src="http://image.taobao.com/forum/smiles/wangwang/w0043.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://image.taobao.com/forum/smiles/wangwang/w0043.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://image.taobao.com/forum/smiles/wangwang/w0043.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妓女只要钱女朋友要了钱还要欺骗你的感情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;　自:Club.ChinaRen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妓女不干净女朋友其实也不卫生她们经历的男人也不在少数&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;　自:Club.ChinaRen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妓女随时可上女朋友还要连哄带骗看她心情好不好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;　自:Club.ChinaRen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不必在意下一分钟睡在妓女身边的是谁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;　自:Club.ChinaRen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然而你却得担心女朋友的床上是不是一个人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;　自:Club.ChinaRen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你可以和好朋友一起上一个妓女&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;　自:Club.ChinaRen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是女朋友很可能被着你在上你的好朋友&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;　自:Club.ChinaRen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妓女都很有职业道德&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;　自:Club.ChinaRen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作为女朋友几乎没有什么职业道德&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;　自:Club.ChinaRen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妓女看到你上网时在看笑话他会说这个笑话真搞笑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;　自:Club.ChinaRen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女朋友看到后却会说你不好好想着怎么赚钱买房却看这种无聊的笑话&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;　自:Club.ChinaRen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妓女他卖了就卖了她很诚实&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;　自:Club.ChinaRen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女朋友偷了说没偷太过虚伪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;　自:Club.ChinaRen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妓女不会把你和其他的顾客相比&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;　自:Club.ChinaRen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女朋友常常会把你和其他的男人相比&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;　自:Club.ChinaRen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妓女卖身不卖感情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;　自:Club.ChinaRen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女朋友却连感情都卖了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;　自:Club.ChinaRen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妓女从来不为卖找借口&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;　自:Club.ChinaRen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女朋友总是有很多理由辩护自己的背叛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;　自:Club.ChinaRen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我尊重妓女鄙视某些所谓的女朋友&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;　自:Club.ChinaRen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个是为了生活。。&lt;img alt="" src="http://image.taobao.com/forum/smiles/wangwang/w0051.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个是为了玩。。。&lt;img alt="" src="http://image.taobao.com/forum/smiles/wangwang/w0051.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;　自:Club.ChinaRen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;难道现在的女孩不是更看中钱吗&lt;br /&gt;！也许你会说不是，可是你如果真的面对这样的选择的时候，你还会坚持你的爱吗！&lt;br /&gt;我很肯定的说95%的女孩不会选择感情！！！！！！！！！！！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-113819901024444960?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/113819901024444960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>看戏</title><content type='html'>最近看着一部连续集&lt;span style=""&gt;《&lt;/span&gt;小鱼儿与花无缺&lt;span style=""&gt;》&lt;/span&gt;, 很明显的题材是改自&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;《绝代双骄》. 戏是很不错, 片尾曲搭配得很好.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;张卫建 - 超人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明明是一个脆弱不堪的灵魂&lt;br /&gt;却为你心甘情愿变身为超人&lt;br /&gt;爱的为情所困 才明白我并不是无所不能&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许因为我的天资不够&lt;br /&gt;算不出来什么时候会分&lt;br /&gt;肉体凡身 凭什么 想让你爱我一生&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;逝去的青春 就像我们&lt;br /&gt;曾经留给对方的伤痕&lt;br /&gt;两个人无话不说 再到最后陌生&lt;br /&gt;我想我都可以去忍&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;寂寞的路灯 看着我们&lt;br /&gt;冒着雨在故事里飞奔&lt;br /&gt;希望有个人&lt;br /&gt;能明白 我的眼泪和我的后半生&lt;br /&gt;(原来我一开始就陷的那么深)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;陪着你走过五彩斑斓的世界&lt;br /&gt;不代表我就拥有过你的一切&lt;br /&gt;谢谢你的告别 可以带给我这么多感觉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许因为我的天资不够&lt;br /&gt;体会不到你对我的体贴&lt;br /&gt;但是可能 你对我 并没有那么了解&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;曾经站在大雨中等了又等&lt;br /&gt;为了你扮鬼脸活跃气氛&lt;br /&gt;你说天气太冷 我马上引火烧身 (逝去的青春 就像我们)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;詞：吳向飛 曲：伍仲衡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-113810796571259230?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/113810796571259230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=113810796571259230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/113810796571259230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/113810796571259230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post_24.html' title='看戏'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-113738374339711632</id><published>2006-01-16T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T11:55:43.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一篇欠扁的小学生作文</title><content type='html'>我出生在一个非常贫苦的家庭，记得小时候，爸爸的生活很无聊，整天只能数钱，MAMA也是，整天都在扫钱；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 我家住在深山中，每次要出去买东西，都相当麻烦，开&lt;a href="http://6583.hot.taobao.com/" target="_blank" class="ReplaceKeyword"&gt;保时捷&lt;/a&gt;要5小时， 开奔驰也要4小时；虽然家里有直升机，但是开到那边很难找到停机位，相当的不方便； 我偶尔也会出去逛街，爸MA怕我被绑架，随身有20多个保镳保护着，大家看到我都吓跑了，所以我从小就开始被排斥.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 因为家里是在深山，每次到了冬天都非常冷，爸爸也说，出去买东西很麻烦，所以冬天没有暖炉...没有棉被...每天只能陪着爸*烧钱取暖...而睡觉的时候，也只能盖着钱睡觉(我绝得英镑比较温暖)。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 记得小时候，有一次，因为房间太大，还来不急跑出房间，就尿裤子了，所以，爸爸在我房间放了一台小绵羊机车，好让我能在10分钟以内，冲出1000坪的房间，穿越5公里的走廊，到达800坪的厕所(我常常在走廊迷路)；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 爸爸又另外叫人加盖了20间600坪里面有着250坪小厕所的破房间，说:以后如果尿湿了，直接换房间，如果房间不够或是太小的话，再告诉爸爸，爸爸再叫来多盖几间，我们的生活很辛苦，你要忍着点!!现在想起来，爸爸真是个善良的人!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 还记得有一次，家里遭小偷，因为他用炸药炸坏了我爸的保险箱，使得里面的金币不断的往外滚出来，结果竟把那个小偷压死了.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 我觉得那个小偷好可怜......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 金币压死人是很痛的!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 他不像之前那个被钞票闷死的小偷一样幸运。MAMA也常常告诉我，我们家生活非常困苦~要我学着吃苦~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 所以我从小养成了刻苦耐劳精神，我将来的志愿，是要找200只会吃钱的怪物，好把家里的钱都吃光，为那些可怜的小偷报仇!!！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-113738374339711632?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/113738374339711632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=113738374339711632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/113738374339711632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/113738374339711632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='一篇欠扁的小学生作文'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-113484416164388355</id><published>2005-12-18T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T02:29:21.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance to the Rythm 17th thru to 18th</title><content type='html'>Ohh great, the day (17th Dec 2005) I got my second chance to dance on a public floor in Eastwood Palace, the event was meant for Christmas but the organising party could not book the venue to be on the 25th so we had it on the 17th instead. From 7pm~1am, this is one time frame I've never thought of for this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was karaoke &amp; people danced to the tunes, most of them are Rthym &amp;amp; some of them Four Step. Well, to my surprise, teacher wasn't punctual that night. Later on I found out that he had to attend his church stuffs so he was late. Phew, &amp; I thought that our performance was gonna postpone to after a few sessions of other dances. Yeah, before the performance I got warm up with the Rythm &amp;amp; Four Step. I was taught only some of the basics for these dances during the practice sessions we had a few weeks before. Teacher said that we should know not only Cha Cha, Waltz &amp; Jive but these 2 as well since the fact that most of the tunes are based on the Four Step &amp;amp; Rythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, The performance came &amp; I think I made small mistakes at the "Three Under Arms" part, my footwork was off a little, man was I nervous &amp;amp; it costed me this. Luckily other parts of the dance were well done &amp; I think the practice we had really paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, I saw 1 of my junior (from Chung Hua Miri) during the event, his name, Zhen Da if I remember it right &amp;amp; his partner Hadriana or was it Adriana. Wow, her name is so close to mine. Zhen Da's only form 3 &amp; his partner form 2 but their cha cha seems pretty good, the twist &amp;amp; hip were done nicely. Bong &amp; Honey were doing great on their Cha Cha as well, spontaneous flow of the dance. I, on the other hand, still will tend to break a little after some steps due to "miscommunication" with my partner &amp;amp; that the space wasn't big enough to perform some "outstanding" actions ;p. Sigh! I really need to formulate some dance moves for spontaneous dance flow. There was another girl in red whom I've seen before in the last dance event I attended in Eastwood Palace. This "girl in red" I never had the chance to know her since she was dancing almost most of the time &amp; you bet she's really good, AND she has the "look" too. I don't think I can keep up with her, YET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was fun, my Waltz is ok but err, I kinda get to bump into others &amp;amp; this really annoys me. You see I'm still a beginner &amp; I still lack the skill to avoid bumps &amp;amp; continue gracefully. Even if I successfully avoided the bumps, some things might still catch me later, like wrong footwork or wrong direction. Why? There are alot of couples dancing &amp; I really had to watch out for myself &amp;amp; my partner, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Rythm &amp; Four Step I'm doing cool, these 2 dances although require standard footwork but the angle is somewhat liberal or flexible. It's different for Waltz, you can change the angle but for me I'll get mixed up &amp;amp; eventually lost myself (more practice needed). Jive, on the other hand, is easier to get into, I have no idea why but I had a great time on Jive, no bumping into others at all &amp; the flow of the dance was seamless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tired after "Jiving" for some while, sat on my chair &amp;amp; watch the pros dance Tango, Rumba &amp; Salsa. Ms. Sit suggested that we go for Tango lessons next year, I think Benny &amp;amp; Carol would agree &amp; I kinda like Tango too, it's special. The Rumba is somewhat like Cha Cha, as you might have known, they share "common ancestry". The difference is basically on the footwork or the number of steps you need to work on. Cha Cha has more of steps &amp;amp; is considerable faster paced. Rumba has less steps but the body or arm, limb action requires alot of attention, this is commonly known as the hard part (Heard this from Angel). Ohh well, but the music is really romantic for Rumba, I thk I gotta learn this dance as well, but don't know when it'll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night is also the first time I tried some Disco dance, the disco dance is just dancing to the beat. Haha, there was alot of people on the dance floor &amp; I can really feel their "wrath". Woohoo! Another thing to take note is I drank alot of Red Wine &amp;amp; got a little drunk, I repeat, a LITTLE drunk in between. Ohh man, getting drunk at home is good, but outside, ahh ahh, I had to drink alot of water before getting my feet back again. But no worries, I "regain consciousnous" long before the party ends &amp; still get to dance for long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left like 30 minutes before the party ended. I sent Bong home (Airport Road) &amp;amp; then Ms Sit (Faradel Garden). Reached home around 1.20am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-113484416164388355?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/113484416164388355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=113484416164388355&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/113484416164388355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/113484416164388355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/12/dance-to-rythm-17th-thru-to-18th.html' title='Dance to the Rythm 17th thru to 18th'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-113224830992890753</id><published>2005-11-18T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T01:25:09.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>美国人竟然是这样教育小学生</title><content type='html'>美国人教育孩子方式。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　当我把九岁的儿子带到美国，送他进那所离公寓不远的美国小学的时候， 我就象是把自己最心爱的东西交给了一个我并不信任的人去保管，终日忧心忡忡。这是一种什么样的学校啊！学生可以在课堂上放声大笑，每天至少让学生玩二个小 时，下午不到三点就放学回家，最让我大开眼界的是没有教科书。&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;那个金发碧眼的美国女教师看见了我儿子带去的中国小学四年级课本后，温文尔雅地说：“我可以告诉你，六年级以前，他的数学不用学了！”面对她充满善意的笑脸，我就像挨了一闷棍。一时间，真怀疑把儿子带到美国来是不是干了一生最蠢的一件事。&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;日 子一天一天过去，看着儿子每天背着空空的书包兴高采烈的去上学，我的心就止不住一片哀伤。在中国，他从小学一年级开始，书包就满满的、沉沉的，从一年级到 四年级换了三个书包，一个比一个大，让人感到“知识”的重量在增加。而在美国，他没了负担，这能叫上学吗？一个学期过去了，把儿子叫到面前，问他美国学校 给他最深的印象是什么，他笑着给我一句美国英语：“自由！”这两个字像砖头一样拍在我的脑门上。 此时，真是一片深情怀念中国教育。似乎更加深刻地理解了为什么中国孩子老是能在国际上拿奥林匹克学习竞赛的金牌。不过，事已致此？也只能听天由命。&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;不知不觉一年过去了，儿子的英语长进不少，放学后也不直接回家了，而是常去图书馆，不时就背回一大书包的书来。问他一次借这么多书干什么，他一边看着借来的书一边打着电脑，头也不抬地说：“作业。”&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;这叫作业吗？一看孩子打在电脑屏幕上的标题，我真有些哭笑不得――《中国的昨天和今天》，这样大的题目，即使是博士，敢去做吗？&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;于 是我严声厉色地问是谁的主意，儿子坦然相告：老师说美国是移民国家，让每个同学写一篇介绍自己祖先生活的国度的文章。要求概括这个国家的历史、地理、文 化，分析它与美国的不同，说明自己的看法。我听了，连叹息的力气也没有了，我真不知道让一个十岁的孩子去做这样一个连成年人也未必能做的工程，会是一种什 么结果？只觉得一个十岁的孩子如果被教育得不知天高地厚，以后恐怕是连吃饭的本事也没有了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过了几天，儿子就完成了这篇作业。没想到，打 印出来的是一本二十多页的小册子。从九曲黄河到象形文字，从丝路到五星红旗……热热闹闹。我没赞成，也没批评，因为我自己有点发楞，一是因为我看见儿子把 这篇文章分出了章与节，二是在文章最后列出了参考书目。我想，这是我读研究生之后才运用的写作方式，那时，我三十岁。&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;不久，儿子 的另一篇作文又出来了。这次是《我怎么看人类文化》。如果说上次的作业还有范围可循，这次真可谓不着边际了。儿子真诚地问我：“饺子是文化吗？”为了不耽 误后代，我只好和儿子一起查阅权威的工具书。费了一番气力，我们完成了从抽象到具体又从具体到抽象的反反覆覆的折腾，儿子又是几个晚上坐在电脑前煞有介事 地作文章。我看他那专心致志的样子，不禁心中苦笑，一个小学生，怎么去理解“文化”这个内涵无限丰富而外延又无法确定的概念呢？但愿对“吃”兴趣无穷的儿 子别在饺子、包子上大作文章。在美国教育中已经变得无拘无束的儿子无疑是把文章作出来了，这次打印出来的是十页，又是自己的封面，文章后面又列着一本本的 参考书。他洋洋得意地对我说：“你说什么是文化？其实超简单――就是人创造出来让人享受的一切。”那自信的样子，似乎发现了别人没能发现的真理。后来，孩 子把老师看过的作业带回来，上面有老师的批语：“我安排本次作业的初衷是让孩子们开阔眼界，活跃思维，而读他们作业的结果，往往是我进入了我希望孩子们进 入的境界。”问儿子这批语是什么意思。&lt;br /&gt;　　　&lt;br /&gt;儿子说，老师没为我们感到骄傲，但是她为我们感到震惊。“是不是？”儿子问我。&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;我无言以对，我觉得这孩子怎么一下子懂了这么多事？再一想，也难怪，连文化的题目都敢作的孩子，还有什么不敢断言的事吗？&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;儿 子六年级快结束时，老师留给他们的作业是一串关于“二次世界大战”的问题。“你认为谁对这场战争负有责任？”“你认为纳粹德国失败的原因是什么？”“如果 你是杜鲁门总统的高级顾问，你将对美国投原子弹持什么态度？”“你是否认为当时只有投放原子弹一个办法去结束战争？”“你认为今天避免战争的最好办法是什 么？”――如果是两年前，见到这种问题，我肯定会抱怨：这哪里是作业，分明是竞选参议员的前期训练！而此时，我已经能平心静气地循思其中的道理了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;学 校和老师正是在这一个个设问之中，向孩子们传输一种人道主义的价值观，引导孩子们去关注人类的命运，让孩子们学习思考重大问题的方法。这些问题在课堂上都 没有标准答案，它的答案，有些可能需要孩子们用一生去寻索。看着十二岁的儿子为完成这些作业兴致勃勃地看书查资料的样子，我不禁想起当年我学二战史的样 子，按照年代事件死记应背，书中的结论明知迂腐也当成《圣经》去记，不然，怎么通过考试去奔光明前程呢？此时我在想，我们在追求知识的过程中，重复前人的 结论往往大大多于自己的思考。而没有自己的思考，就难有新的创造。&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;儿子小学毕业的时候，已经能够熟练地在图书馆利用电脑和微缩胶 片系统查找他所需要的各种文字和图象资料了。有一天，我们俩为狮子和豹的觅食习性争论起来。第二天，他就从图书馆借来了美国国家地理学会拍摄的介绍这种动 物的录像带，拉着我一边看，一边讨论。孩子面对他不懂的东西，已经知道到哪里里去寻找答案了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;儿子的变化促使我重新去看美国的小学教 育。我发现，美国的小学虽然没有在课堂上对孩子们进行大量的知识灌输，但是他们想方设法把孩子的目光引向校外那个无边无际的知识海洋，他们要让孩子知道， 生活的一切时间和空间都是他们学习的课堂；他们没有让孩子去死记硬背大量的公式和定理，但是，他们煞费苦心地告诉孩子怎样去思考问题，教给孩子们面对陌生 领域寻找答案的方法；他们从不用考试把学生分成三六九等，而是竭尽全力去肯定孩子们一切努力，去赞扬孩子们自己思考的一切结论，去保护和激励孩子们所有的 创作欲望和尝试。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一次，我问儿子的老师：“你们怎么不让孩子背记一些重要的东西呢？”老师笑着说：“对人的创造能力中有两个东西比 死记硬背更重要：一个是他要知道到哪里去寻找所需要的比它能够记忆的多得多的知识；再一个是他综合使用这些知识进行新的创造的能力。死记硬背，就不会让一 个人知识丰富，也不会让一个人变得聪明，这就是我的观点。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不禁记起我的一个好朋友和我的一次谈话。他学的是天文学，从走进美 国大学研究所的第一天起，到拿下博士学位的整整五年，他一直以优异的成绩享受系里提供的优厚奖学金。他曾对我说：“我觉得很奇怪，要是凭课堂上的学习成绩 拿奖学金，美国人常常不是中国人的对手，可是一到实践领域，搞点研究性题目，中国学生往往没有美国学生那么机灵，那么富有创造性。”我想，他的感受可能正 是两种不同的基础教育体系所造成的人之间的差异。中国人太习惯于在一个划定的框子里去旅展拳脚了，一旦失去了常规的参照，对不少中国人来说感到的可能往往 并不是自由，而是慌恐和茫然。&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;我常常想到中国的小学教育，想到那些课堂上双手背后坐得笔直的孩子们，想到那些沉重的课程、繁多的 作业、严格的考试……它让人感到一种神圣与威严的同时，也让人感到巨大的压抑和束缚，但是多少代人都顺从着它的意志，把它视为一种改变命运的出路。这是一 种文化的延续，它或许有着自身的辉煌，但是面对需要每个人发挥创造力的信息社会，面对明天的世界，我们又该怎样审视这种孕育了我们自身的文明呢？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-113224830992890753?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/113224830992890753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=113224830992890753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/113224830992890753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/113224830992890753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_18.html' title='美国人竟然是这样教育小学生'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-113158544857564343</id><published>2005-11-10T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T09:17:28.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>安静的真义</title><content type='html'>从前有一位画家名气很大, 不仅因为他的画画得好, 还因为他有一个漂亮聪慧的女儿, 附近的许多年轻人纷纷前来拜师学艺, 当然, 也有很多人是 "醉翁之意不在酒". 画家对慕名而来的年轻人, 一概婉言谢绝.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一天, 画家的门前跪着两个风尘仆仆的年轻人. 他们是两兄弟, 自小热爱绘画, 这次不远万里, 跋山涉水而来, 一定要拜画家为师, 否则长跪不起. 画家被两兄弟的诚心所打动, 不仅破例收两兄弟为徒, 而且细心教授画技.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3年的时间很快过去了, 两人的绘画水平提高得很快, 大有 "青出于蓝更胜于蓝" 之势, 这意味着他们告辞回家的日子近了. 临走前, 两兄弟一起向画家的小女儿求婚. 一女不能嫁二夫, 怎么办呢? 聪明的小女儿想了个好主意, 她叫两兄弟以 &lt;安静&gt; 为题各画一幅画, 谁画得好, 她便嫁给谁. 第2天, 两人交卷了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哥哥画了一个湖, 湖面像一块镜子, 光滑平静, 远处的山和近处的花草倒映在水面, 十分清楚. 弟弟画了一个飞流直下的瀑布, 水珠仿佛要溅出画面, 瀑布旁有一棵小树, 小树上有个小巢, 小巢里有一只小鸟, 小鸟正睡得香甜. 最后, 小女儿嫁给了谁呢?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;答案是弟弟, 因为弟弟领悟了安静的真义. 其实, 安静并非寂然不动, 无所作为; 安静的真义是既能坦然面对人生的激流, 险滩, 又能冷静看待人生的幸运, 机遇; 就算外部环境如何变化动荡, 都能执着坦然地向着自己的目标走去.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-113158544857564343?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/113158544857564343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=113158544857564343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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他在唐人街的一家餐馆打工, 看见报纸上刊出一条澳洲电讯公司的招聘启事. 他担心自己的英语不地道, 专业不对口, 于是就选择了线路监控的职位去应聘. 经过一番努力, 眼看就要得到这份年薪3万5千澳元的职位了, 想不到招聘主管这样问他:" 你有车吗? 你会开车吗? 我们这份工作时常外出, 没有车寸步难行." 这大大出乎他的意料.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;澳洲人普遍有私家车, 可这位留学生来到不久哪有私家车? 但他却立即回答:" 有!有!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"4天后, 你开着车来上班." 主管说.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4天之内要买车, 学车真是谈何容易! 而生命的韧性与力量就在这里展示出来了! 留学生立即在华人朋友那里借了500澳元, 从旧市场买了一辆外表丑陋的"甲壳虫".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一天他跟朋友学简单的驾驶技术, 第二天在朋友屋后的那块大草坪上摸索练习. 第三天就歪歪斜斜地开着车上路了; 第四天他居然驾着车去公司报了到. 现在, 他是"澳洲电讯"的业务主管, 可谓名成利就.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;英 雄于枭雄的共同特征是什么? 就是胆识! 当一件艰辛困难的事摆在面前时, 勇敢接受挑战, 一拍胸脯把它扛起来! 那一刻, 需要的是破斧沉舟的勇气, 不惜把自己置身于命运的悬崖上. 人到后无退路的时候, 就能动员起一切潜在能力, 奋勇向前. 我们未必要做英雄或枭雄, 但这种精神, 往往就是成功的要素.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-113110290488424135?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-113054744689596957</id><published>2005-10-29T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T08:57:26.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>富蘭克林卖书</title><content type='html'>著名的物理学家和政治学家富兰克林在自己的实验室旁开了一间书店. 一天, 一位年轻人走进这家书店, 挑中了一本价值1美元的书. 他和店员为这本书的价格问题发生了争执, 店员只好从实验室里请来了富兰克林. 下面是两人的对话:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            "你把书拿走吧, 我不要你的钱. 我宁愿倒给你1美元, 而不愿放下我忙碌的工作."&lt;br /&gt;            "先生, 你弄错了, 我只不过想便宜一点."&lt;br /&gt;            "那好吧, 这本书现在卖2美元."&lt;br /&gt;            "什么? 你刚才不是说不要钱吗?"&lt;br /&gt;            "我现在要出的价钱是3美元."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说完, 富兰克林转身回到了自己的实验室. 年轻人默默掏出3美元, 买下了这本书. 他认为花这3美元是值得的, 因为他懂得了一个令人终身受益的道理: 时间就是金钱.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-113054744689596957?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-113046004882043269</id><published>2005-10-28T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T08:40:48.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, I usually write up my blogs regularly (daily). Now I seem to be updating it every half a month. Ohh crap, I just couldn't find time I guess, or maybe you could put it this way, I couldn't find the mood! In other words, lazy, which I preferably refuse to use but it is that what's keeping me from writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what's happened in the past few weeks? Ohh ya, the Curtin Prom: Heaven on Earth, crap, we (Kevin, my sister, my sister's friends &amp; I) weren't in time to get the tickets to the prom because we'd no idea how the tickets are sold. Or rather, I didn't expect it to be sold out that fast. According to Hybrid Zack, an old friend of mine, the tables were booked in advance, who knows how long ago and there were just not enough seats for everyone. The seats were booked for the council members and the CV, plus a few that I don't know of ...-.-" And tickets unclaimed would be available to us around 2/3 days before the prom, but alas, the case was different this year, there were no left over tickets. Ohh kay, so I saved alot of time to do my unfinished business that whole saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dance teacher, Mr Wong, proposed to group together 5 to 6 couples of  dancers for a dance performance this coming December at Eastwood Valley (Golf Club). Hmmph, He said he'll train us for up to 20 lessons to get us into the dance, provided too that he'll "sponsor" our seats on the day of our performance. Man, it sounds like a generous offer &amp; I'm giving it a shot. Come on, what's there to lose? For 20 lessons I guess I can somehow improve alot in Cha Cha and Jive. Plus, it should be fun, right? Of course I haven't encountered anything unpleasant before - as in complicated dance moves, but who knows what's gonna come up, hope it goes well and ends well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last teaching week of the semester, quite alot of  homeworks are dued today. But 2 of them were postponed to Tuesday. Hmmph, most of them "seemed" to be completed. I guess we'll just have to keep the show rolling for half a week more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-113046004882043269?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/113046004882043269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=113046004882043269&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/113046004882043269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/113046004882043269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/10/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-112831902243533498</id><published>2005-10-03T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T13:57:02.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Song</title><content type='html'>Minamikaze&lt;br /&gt;by Mikuni Shimokawa           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kokoro egakidasu chizujou no michina FRONTIER&lt;br /&gt;tobira hiraitara michi wa tsuzuiteiru yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hitori tayorinaku senobi shite miru UTOPIA&lt;br /&gt;yumemiru kurai nara kamawazu sagashi ni iku yo&lt;br /&gt;hokori makiagete kimi no machi e&lt;br /&gt;sora to daichi ga kasanaru ROUTE de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hashiru minamikaze ni notte aoku somaru kaze wo kitte&lt;br /&gt;kokoro goto kakedashiteirunda&lt;br /&gt;mahiru no tsuki wo oikoshite kinou to wa chigau sekai e&lt;br /&gt;doko made mo hashirinuketeku ano kaze no you ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toki ga mezamedasu kibou ni michita IDEA&lt;br /&gt;uta ni tsumuidara kazari mo suteteiku yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hikari maichireba mune ga sawagu&lt;br /&gt;kumo to midori ga toketeku SPEED de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yureru ushirokage otte kesshite nidoto nigenaide&lt;br /&gt;kotae nara hitotsu janai sa&lt;br /&gt;kaoru natsu no hana ga saite yagate furisosogu mirai de&lt;br /&gt;atarashii kimi no egao ni deaemasu you ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karada tsutau ase wo fuite kawaku nodo wo uruoshite&lt;br /&gt;mayoisae furikitteikunda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hashiru minamikaze ni notte aoku somaru kaze wo kitte&lt;br /&gt;kokoro goto kakedashiteirunda&lt;br /&gt;mahiru no tsuki wo oikoshite kinou to wa chigau sekai e&lt;br /&gt;doko made mo hashirinuketeku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano kaze no you ni&lt;br /&gt;ano kaze no you ni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-112831902243533498?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/112831902243533498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=112831902243533498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/112831902243533498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/112831902243533498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/10/nice-song.html' title='Nice Song'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-112740392668351116</id><published>2005-09-22T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T23:45:26.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Finale of Poster Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/980/1600/Newfound%20Glory%20III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/980/320/Newfound%20Glory%20III.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired liaw ~.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-112740392668351116?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/112740392668351116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=112740392668351116&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/112740392668351116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/112740392668351116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/09/grand-finale-of-poster-crisis.html' title='Grand Finale of Poster Crisis'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-112662792816645539</id><published>2005-09-13T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T00:12:08.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>诗的妙用</title><content type='html'>在西方，作家们谈起诗的妙用时，总喜欢讲这样一个故事:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  一个寒冷的冬天，纽约一条繁华的大街上, 有一个双目失明的乞丐．那乞丐的脖子上挂着一个牌子，上面写着:＂自幼失明＂．有一天，一个诗人走近他身旁，　他便向诗人乞讨．　诗人说：＂我也很穷，不过我给你点别的吧＂　说完，　他便随手在乞丐的牌子上写了一句话．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　那一天，乞丐得到很多人的同情和施舍．后来，他又碰到那诗人，很奇怪地问：＂你给我写了什么呢？＂　那诗人笑笑，念牌子上他所写的句子道：＂春天就要来了，可我不能见到它．＂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　一样的意思，不同的表达方式，换来完全不同的结果．诗的妙用在于它激发了人们强烈的感情．学会用不同的方式表达生活，生活是一种享受．&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-112662792816645539?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/112662792816645539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=112662792816645539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/112662792816645539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/112662792816645539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_13.html' title='诗的妙用'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-112645459643755319</id><published>2005-09-11T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T00:03:16.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>忙里偷闲</title><content type='html'>那时我大约只有14岁, 年幼疏忽, 对于华尔德先生告诉我的一个真理, 未加注意, 但后来回想起来真是至理名言, 尔后我就从中得到了不可限量的益处.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    华尔德是我的钢琴教师. 有一天, 他给我教课的时候, 忽然问我, 每天要花多少时间练琴. 我说大约3, 4个小时.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "你每天练习, 时间都很长吗?"&lt;br /&gt;    "我想这样才好." 我答.&lt;br /&gt;    "不, 不要这样." 他说, " 你将来长大以后, 每天不会有长时间空闲的. 你可以养成习惯, 一有空闲就练习几分钟. 比如在你上学以前, 午饭以后, 或在休息余暇, 5分, 10分钟地去练习. 把小的练习时间分散在一天里面, 把弹钢琴成为你日常生活的一部分.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    当我在哥伦比亚大学教书的时候, 我想兼职从事创作. 可是上课, 看卷子, 开会等事情把我白天, 晚上的时间完全占满了.据差不多有两个年头我一字未动, 我的借口是没有时间, 这时, 我才想起华尔德先生告诉我的话.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    到了下一个星期, 我就把他的话实验起来了. 只要有5分钟的空闲时间, 我就坐下来写作100字或短短几行.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    出乎我意料之外, 在那两个星期我积有相当的稿子.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    后来我用同样的方法积少成多, 创作长篇小说. 我的授课工作虽然十分繁重, 但是每天都善用空闲的几分钟. 我发现每天小小的间歇时间, 足够我从事创作与弹钢琴.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    利用短时间, 其中有一个诀窍, 你要把工作进行得迅速. 事前思想上要有准备, 到了工作时间来临的时候, 立刻把心神集中在工作上.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    时间像是海绵, 要靠一点一点挤, 时间更像边角料, 要学会合理利用, 一点一滴的累积, 会得到长长的时间.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-112645459643755319?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/112645459643755319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=112645459643755319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/112645459643755319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/112645459643755319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='忙里偷闲'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-112574596052920779</id><published>2005-09-03T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T19:12:40.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Finale of Poster Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/980/1600/3rd%20Choice%20with%20txt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/980/320/3rd%20Choice%20with%20txt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 3rd concept of the poster design, of which I think is the best compared to the previous 2......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-112574596052920779?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/112574596052920779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=112574596052920779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/112574596052920779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/112574596052920779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/09/pre-finale-of-poster-crisis.html' title='Pre-Finale of Poster Crisis'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-112562345818929263</id><published>2005-09-02T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T09:10:58.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poster Project Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/980/1600/Me%20Poster%20II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/980/320/Me%20Poster%20II.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Choice for the poster design...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-112562345818929263?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/112562345818929263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=112562345818929263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/112562345818929263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/112562345818929263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/09/poster-project-crisis.html' title='Poster Project Crisis'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-112540016355854402</id><published>2005-08-30T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T19:09:23.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poster Design</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/980/1600/Me%20Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/980/320/Me%20Poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Preliminary state of the poster. Not so appaling I think, care to share an opinion? Text to be added soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-112540016355854402?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/112540016355854402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=112540016355854402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/112540016355854402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/112540016355854402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/08/poster-design.html' title='Poster Design'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-112447053206115298</id><published>2005-08-20T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T00:55:32.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner After Lecture</title><content type='html'>As the title says: Today I had a lecture on Engineering Materials 100 at 6pm. Mr &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lee Gia Rong &lt;/span&gt;was very much absent &amp; to no one's damn knowledge that he even mentioned about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Orientation party for the foundation students were suppose to be tonight &amp;amp; Dr. Zeya taught as much as he could &amp; let us walk free by 7.25pm. To my advantage as well as the others who were suppose to have some job to do with the setting up of the Orientation party night. After the lecture, I was off with Kevin to the MSSC Dinner at the Eastwood Valley Golf Club.......My Dad bought the tickets &amp;amp; was originally going together with my mum but turned out they had to be somewhere else, so they turned the dough to me, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was nice, yeah, turned out there are many folks down the room &amp; we can hardly spot any friendly units around our age........All in &amp;amp; out the dinner was quite a boring one, accompanying us would be the Rock Band &amp; other singers from God knows which part of town. Quite late, in the end we were the only ones left at our table, the others went home before having the fruits. Ohh well, we had the entire dish for ourselves &amp;amp; that's it......Bye Bye &amp;amp; home coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-112447053206115298?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/112447053206115298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=112447053206115298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/112447053206115298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/112447053206115298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/08/dinner-after-lecture.html' title='Dinner After Lecture'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-112385118296111628</id><published>2005-08-12T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T20:53:02.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johann Pachelbel ROCKS</title><content type='html'>Recently I discovered a piano piece - Canon in D by Johann Pachelbel. It's such a nice &amp; soothing piece, I don't know if many knows about this, but my guess is all the pianist or any other people with a music background should know. I've listen to it so many times &amp;amp; I guess I won't get sick of it even after a thousand times, there's a few versions of it as well, as played using different instruments or genre/styles. You should hear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lectures &amp; contents are getting level-higher by the days whereas I'm going no way nearer to meeting up with it.  Darn, something must have gone wrong with all of us,  how do I fix myself? Ohh crap......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-112385118296111628?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/112385118296111628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=112385118296111628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/112385118296111628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/112385118296111628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/08/johann-pachelbel-rocks.html' title='Johann Pachelbel ROCKS'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-112332312251519203</id><published>2005-08-06T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T18:12:02.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Semerster, Dance Class......life is on-going</title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging for quite some while, &amp; I think this should be the trend for me from now on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second semester of year 1 engineering 2005 in Curtin I am in. Hmm, I've reasons to face it with a new perspective. I hope to manage well what I'll be doing then for the second part of the year. It's been a moody week before school starts......I felt an  emptiness in life &amp; desires to pursue thrills &amp;amp; adventures in life. Rather, you could say that I had wished to live in a world of fantasies or a world beyond reality. I've always come to think of myself as not a being of this time, this age, this generation.......I'm not aware if the others are like me, maybe we're living in a numb world, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is the 1st day I resume the dancing lessons. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benny&lt;/span&gt; has found a new partner, appears that the lady is the one who also attended the Ballroom Dance Party at Eastwood, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mdm. Sit&lt;/span&gt;. Still, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carol &lt;/span&gt;is my dance partner, hehe, she's forgotten her dance moves, some, but still, she's good. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheng Yi&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sze Ching&lt;/span&gt; were all on the spot watching us, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roger&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt; will be joining the dancing lessons starting from next week. I hope to see them dance ASAP, should be fun to watch your friends dance out there......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God, thank you for all the wonders in my life, thank you for giving me the chance to know all those who knows me &amp;amp; the chance to appreciate them......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-112332312251519203?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/112332312251519203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=112332312251519203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/112332312251519203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/112332312251519203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/08/second-semerster-dance-classlife-is-on.html' title='Second Semerster, Dance Class......life is on-going'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-112152549720161284</id><published>2005-07-16T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T22:51:37.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Go Away, Come Again Another Day</title><content type='html'>Darn, been raining everynight. Okay, today is as usual as it has to be. Recently I started playing a FPS action horror genre - Cold Fear. Well, it's kinda spooky &amp; heart threatening at first, but it turned out to be exciting &amp;amp; fun......at least for now. Nothing much is happening around me these days......Tonight whole family went to Krokop 10 the marketplace upperfloor for dinner. Darn, dunno if can say is my 1st time having dinner at that place or not, but I'm not into the liking of the atmosphere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-112152549720161284?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/112152549720161284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=112152549720161284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/112152549720161284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/112152549720161284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/07/rain-rain-go-away-come-again-another.html' title='Rain Rain Go Away, Come Again Another Day'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-112101138408818541</id><published>2005-07-10T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:02:02.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Low on Disk Space</title><content type='html'>Okay, The Western Digital Caviar SE should be a very good product. But the hell damn thing is, it's made in Malaysia, the 80GB HDD is actually a product of Malaysia (The one I bought). It's dead after I've been using it for 2 &amp; a half weeks. Damn. The cover of the HDD is somewhat very plastic like &amp;amp; the sealing of the core is very rough, it's like no quality sealing type. You can even see a few stripe like "scars" on the side horizontal surface of the HDD. I got intel from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt;, says that the whole Miri now also selling the same WD product, made in Malaysia...-.-" Needless to say, he's having some problems with it now, I wonder what is to happen next, hope his baby is better than mine, at least he's still got a 2 year warranty. Damn, for mine I've to patch it to Lowyat for replacement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, my 40GB Fujitsu MHT HDD is running low on Disk Space......Dare ka, tasukete kure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-112101138408818541?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/112101138408818541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=112101138408818541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/112101138408818541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/112101138408818541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/07/running-low-on-disk-space.html' title='Running Low on Disk Space'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111971367529855293</id><published>2005-06-25T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T23:34:35.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Will I See You Again?</title><content type='html'>Hai hai, today is a day to remember, ahahahaha, my first time going for a ballroom dance party &amp; actually had the chance to dance for the first time at public stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had to confirm with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benny Ling &lt;/span&gt;so as to follow his car to Eastwood Golf Club for the dance party. Then started prepaing at 5pm. Long sleeves lagi, leather shoes. Then arrive there quite early, no 1 there yet. So we (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benny&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mejid&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me)&lt;/span&gt; took a trip to the nearby ground to watch people playing golf. By then I found out that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benny&lt;/span&gt; really knows alot of things (This is confirmed throughout the time tonight after hearing alot from him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the event started around 7pm where we got to have dinner first. The dishes served was quite ordinary, although the ticket price is a little bit extraordinary (RM 35 for your information). But after looking at how they dance, I found that the point is not on the dishes...hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First dance is cha cha cha, 3 rounds follow by waltz 3 rounds, then rumba, tango, quick step, mambo, rythm......then some line dance of which I don't have any idea, before this, of course. There was even Rock'n Roll......Of all the dances, quite alot of them, I only knew Cha cha &amp; Waltz. So i got to pay attention for the 1st 2 dances they're doing. Wow, it was some kind of an experience, opened my eyes though, because we've only learnt so far but not yet seen how the pros have done the real thing. The twisting of the hips &amp;amp; waist as well as the posture of the body including the head down to toes.......the swinging of hands......they did it with style, very impressive. Then, my teacher, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr Wong L.U.&lt;/span&gt; asked me to join the dance, he said he'll find me a dance partner, but I was too "shy" or afraid to dance. Moreover, the dance just started, and I didn't know how things will go on, especially after seeing those pretty good dancers dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we were, watching and waiting.......for quite some while, after around 1 and a half hour or so, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benny&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mejid&lt;/span&gt; were out to take some air. Then by that time it was another round of cha cha again. Ohh my, this time my teacher come to ask me to give a try again, since he'd already found me a partner &amp; somehow I was a little bit ready, I accepted and went on dancing with a girl of whom I didn't have the chance to know her name. The 1st dance was quite good, I was able to dance to the tune and it went smooth.......After that I danced with another girl, this time I didn't do so well, was not good enough at leading, haih, maybe too nervous.....hahhaha, maybe because the other people dancing there are "teacher - class" of dancer, gave me abit pressure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went out to take some air, was expected to dance for the waltz which is coming right after some other genres. But then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benny&lt;/span&gt; came &amp;amp; we had to leave before the party ends, hahaha!!! Bid goodbye to teacher and some new faces we just got to know there. There goes RM35, quite worth, I think, for me, since I've somehow can be considered "experienced" liaw ahhahaahahah, know how the dance should be performed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&gt; a song I've suddenly got the urge to listen, although I've never known this song, but have heard when I was young---&gt; When Will I See You Again - by The Three Degrees, a very nice song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111971367529855293?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111971367529855293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111971367529855293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111971367529855293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111971367529855293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-will-i-see-you-again.html' title='When Will I See You Again?'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111944683103685941</id><published>2005-06-22T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T21:27:11.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mark</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the mark of the end of semester 1, with the grand finale exam - Engineering Computing 100. As expected, the test was quite in fact, a hell of an exam. Things aren't looking good for all of us. But since it concerns all of us, situations are quite the contrary, we might get a better chance of surviving because if we float, we float together; if we sink, we might as well drown ourselves. It's a relative kind of thinking, when you've broaden your horizon to the limit of not that of this physical world, but a frame out of this frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I got to continue "The Prince of Persia: Warrior Within" &amp; "LOTR: Battle For Middle Earth". Also, tomorrow would be the last lesson for my dancing class. The dance I'm learning now is the ballroom dance known as Waltz. I like this dance alot compared to Cha Cha, I don't know how to describe the reasons, I guess I just like the style &amp;amp; beat of this dance. Gorgeous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111944683103685941?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111944683103685941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111944683103685941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111944683103685941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111944683103685941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/06/mark.html' title='The Mark'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111892636977830404</id><published>2005-06-16T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T20:52:49.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the 1st time, I'm afraid!</title><content type='html'>There's been alot going on the past few weeks. For sure I hope I'm not going to have gone through it again in the future, but I really doubt. The reality is so real that people doesn't care about your pride, but rather, your work. Don't start to talk about how you feel towards a thing or situation when you're fresh out there. Rather, get something done so that people can see your work, then when you've become successful, that is the only time you start talking about how you feel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test is not over. The mathematics exam on monday 13th was a surprise. But not as much to the mechanics on thursday, which is today! Ohh my, for the first time in any of my exams, I just wish I could pass fairly then scoring high!!! What have become of me?!?! My God, I've been praying so hard lately, Thank God everything seems to be not so jeopardised, at least for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111892636977830404?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111892636977830404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111892636977830404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111892636977830404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111892636977830404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/06/for-1st-time-im-afraid.html' title='For the 1st time, I&apos;m afraid!'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111754605441464152</id><published>2005-05-31T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T21:27:34.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazing off</title><content type='html'>Kao, have been very lazy to update my blog lately. Plus last few weeks really damn busy. This 2 weeks are the study leave, I hope I really put in some more effort to revise. Damn, can hardly concentrate these days......the mood is not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm, recently have been playing an old game, called KKND, a game of which I've touched before but forgot its name &amp;amp; I doubt that many know about it, since I don't hear Mr Ace talk about it before, I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this holiday is gonna be a surely boring one. I just hope to concentrate. God, bless me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111754605441464152?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111754605441464152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111754605441464152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111754605441464152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111754605441464152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/05/lazing-off.html' title='Lazing off'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111668454947296736</id><published>2005-05-21T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T22:09:09.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick!</title><content type='html'>Damn Damn! These few days my throat sore like hell...Damn damn! Suddenly it started on Monday night, the upper part of the throat gt a wierd wierd kinda feeling. Like very sensitve to pain. Then the nx day, ok lo, feels like abit better liaw......the pain went from upper part to middle throat there.....Diuuu, on Wednesday still the same, but I'm starting to get a cold, something like a flu.......Thursday the nose can puff fire liaw, the air breathe out is abit hot, that morning also the sound like started to change.....but friends say hardly notice, hehehehe, I'm good at this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then OK lorr, since body got heat, maybe go sweat sweat a little then can release the heat, planned to go out watch the atmosphere on Thursday night also......But after the badminton......Diuuu, and when around 7pm 8pm like dat started to feel headache......Maku! Worse lagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday liaw, the condition went all shitty worse........me even slept in d morning from 11am to 2pm, from upstairs bed to downstairs floor......Asked my mum make that Bee herb stuff for me. Drank quite alot of it, and the mint herb also. Damn larr, this time the illness so gesi 1, made me so miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, which is today, the sore seems like fade abit. Me feel better, at least the air breathe out is not as hot as  Thursday's. Today I skipped the dance class, sheesh, dunno wut happened back there! Then I finished the OCD for Q1, then watch alot of Gundam today.......There goes the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111668454947296736?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111668454947296736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111668454947296736&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111668454947296736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111668454947296736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/05/sick.html' title='Sick!'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111633701507460831</id><published>2005-05-17T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T21:36:55.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind Indicator</title><content type='html'>Wah kao ehh, today spent like more than 1 hour stay back at school just to discuss the wind indicator project thing......Ok lorr, at least still got some progress. After that went home, was very tired liaw. Plus I really have a MFSOAB sore throat.......really ruin my mood larrrr......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night came fast, installed a seriously old game named KKND - kill, krush &amp; destroy.......duhh......y play dis kinda game ahh? Dunno, jus wanna c how "cai" the graphics was last time &amp;amp; wanna refeel the old game punya taste. Hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today din do much stuffs oso, managed to modify my program, turned fr 7 modules to 3 modules, hope it's ok.....thinking of sleeping early &amp;amp; getting up real early oso, wanna try dawn study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111633701507460831?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111633701507460831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111633701507460831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111633701507460831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111633701507460831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/05/wind-indicator.html' title='Wind Indicator'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111617230844021346</id><published>2005-05-15T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T23:55:12.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A not so beautiful day...</title><content type='html'>My Cousin Dylan   says:    do u play game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley says:    wut games?&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    these days nt so free play games liaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    lol&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    wah so busy meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley says: yeah, heard fr seniors, said dat 1st yr has changed so much compared to b4&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    they were never so busy lerr&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    darn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan  says:    good wot?&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan  says:    can learn loadsa stuffs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    haha, dis line sounds familiar&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    like wut i said to u 3 yrs ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    didy a?&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    no leh where got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    gt&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    whn u were in UK, u said stuffs &amp; I replied sumthin lidat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    no ler where got&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    but wotever la&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    now ur turn&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    hahah&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    but enjoy ur uni day&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    u aint gonna haf much fun when ur out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    but I'm goin to go out sooner or later&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    aih, money factor ehh?&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    u nvr thought of entrepreunarialship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    entrepreuner? where doess ur budget come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    羊毛出在羊身上&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan says: yea but then ur no a sheep then how u wanna turn urself into a sheep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley says: hahaha, say u can earn RM 1B in 3 yrs time if you loan for RM 100K nw, wud u do dat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    lol, if so zap sou every1's doing it liaw la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    da thing is, evry1 is thinking like dis, so nobody's doing&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    heard of a story?&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    1 day, an average guy saw an advertisement in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    said a lambhor gallardo is to be sell at US$ 1.00&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    at a place wer the rich lives&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    he told his fren abt it&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley says: they laughed at him, saying he was naive &amp;amp; nobody wud gonna fall for such a catch&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    it's probably sumthing to get attention of ppl for other stuffs....&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley says: so the average man thinks: "well, it's worth a try! I'll stop by the place dis afternoon jus to take a look see!"&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley says: he went to the mansion, sure it was big, rang the doorbell &amp; an old woman came out&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    he was hesitating but still asked abt the car&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    the woman said "come rite in"&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    showed him the car, let him hav a test-drive&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley says: after dat, the man was very satisfied, askd d woman, is it really for sale for US$ 1.00?&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    the woman affirmed him saying "yes"&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    b4 the young man drove off wif his new gallardo&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    he asked the old woman another question&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    "maam, I dunn get it....why?"&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    u guess wut she replied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    wot&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    cos i love u?&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    nope&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    she said "My husband died 3 days ago......"&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley says: all he has left for me was dis mansion &amp;amp; a car dat was suppose to be for his younger wife....&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    but he let me decide wut price to sell for it&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    It's jus dat simple&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    er....i think tats a totally different thing from the 100k to 1b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    hahaha, u said who's gonna do it if it's dat easy or ......&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    thk deeper la&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    the possiblity is ther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    yea the possibility is there&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    but WUD u dfo it?&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    100k to 1B?&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    n wad kinda fucking business can u do to bring 100k to 1b?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    it's nt impossible is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    think further&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    not everythig is possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    if I knew at dis age...I won't be here, wud I?&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley says: Y not? U've surely heard of stupid strange things happening around &amp; dat ppl turns into millionaires over the night......&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    wut else is impossible?&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    going to alpha century?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    ppl turns millionaire over the night is when they kena jackport&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    otherwise wad is the possibility tat can cause this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    yeah, but ur jackpot is gonna be a different 1&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    wut do u thk we do wif a knife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    knife?&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    isn't it an irony dat doctors use a killing tool to save lives?&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    not irony la, but thk abt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    yea so?&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    well he needs it to CUT sth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    u work for money rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    n the only thing tat can CUT sth is sth sharp such as knife?&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    yea so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    y dunn let money work for u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Dylan   says:    oh??like how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adrian Wellesley  says:    dat is for u to find out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Dewan Dato Permaisuri at Permyjaya there. In charged of the games for station 5 together with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roger&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahh Lung&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guan Thai&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xiao Huan&lt;/span&gt;. The whole thing didn't turn out so well, and the whole day turns shitty messy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111617230844021346?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111617230844021346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111617230844021346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111617230844021346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111617230844021346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/05/not-so-beautiful-day.html' title='A not so beautiful day...'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111591419117254126</id><published>2005-05-12T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T00:09:51.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyo wa ii desu</title><content type='html'>Today is a nice day! Should I put it this way? Ok larrrr, at least evrythin goin smooth &amp; sailing high! Err...mechanics tutorial at least is still words &amp;amp; understandable numbers to me...then the maths lecture, din quite follow coz abit tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then afternoon badminton had the won of a battle wif &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Han Peng&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daniel&lt;/span&gt;. The battle which was nt won for quite a long time liaw...felt nice...thn had singles wif &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kevin&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roger&lt;/span&gt;! Then sparring the cock again, I thk it is very useful lerr, can say increase my skills &amp; way of thinking liaw. Then upgraded my smash &amp;amp; defence mechanism. Nw I can mostly return some of those strong smashes. &amp; the backhand return oso gt more power liaw, not like las time throw half court nia the shuttle then ppl smash down - kill dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr. Tonite negotiated wif Mr. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ace &lt;/span&gt;&amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stanley&lt;/span&gt; abt those gadgets I wanted to include to as acessories - HDD, DVD-RW, Router. Also, had quite a nice chat wif a new fren. Ano hito no namae wa himitsu desu. Sore ja, matta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111591419117254126?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111591419117254126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111591419117254126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111591419117254126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111591419117254126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/05/kyo-wa-ii-desu.html' title='Kyo wa ii desu'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111569139258910264</id><published>2005-05-10T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T10:16:32.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suteki na yokan!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey hey, I don't like the idea that I'm starting to laze off on trying to update my blog daily. But I think it's because of those heavy assignment projects I have to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sweet feel I had last night upon completion of my 4th program of the project. Okay, now that all the program is completed, I have to write the SDD &amp; OCD for them. Darn, I've tried writing last 2 or 3 days but it doesn't seem to be as "easy" as expected. Shoot --- I don't know if a program having many methods is actually a good thing or not...like this I have to spend my freaking time explaining what each method does &amp; doing its object tables &amp; algorithm. That goes for it! I "sincerely" hope I can finish the manual by this week. The due date was supposed to be sunday the 15th, but there is a possibility it will be postponed to 29th. The Auzzie kids are voting for the deadline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I managed to wrap up what is supposed to be done on tomorrow's oral presentation. Hmm, I had to spend the whole night yesterday to finish the program, neglecting the task that I should be memorizing or rather, familiarizing my script. Well, I think I can handle the script today &amp; be off for the presentation tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard Mr Ace may be coming back earlier than the expected DOA. Hmm, operation seek &amp; take has to be initiated ASAP. But he's under heavy fire for the foundation "Grand Finale". Hope he could do it fine &amp; get the scholarships. Hehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111569139258910264?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111569139258910264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111569139258910264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111569139258910264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111569139258910264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/05/suteki-na-yokan.html' title='Suteki na yokan!!!'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111539264462235654</id><published>2005-05-06T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T23:35:30.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No blog entries for a week!? Wah Kao ehh!!!</title><content type='html'>Errhmm, I wish to apologize to myself(erhmm, sounds kinda stupid) &amp; to Mr. Ace for the delay of these supposedly daily updates cereals for him, though it doesn't meant for that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm, well, you know I wouldn't wanna write what happened in the past few days...I was quite &amp;amp; STILL busy with the computing assignment which is due on 15th MAY 2005. Hmm, the programming is fun but it gets very annoying when it comes to handling the SDD( Software Design Description) &amp; OCD( Object Centred Design methodology) report. Darn, why write these? Well, I know it is always professional to produce a design "manual" for your programmes but at these stage......no no, I can't put it this way......Actually, this kind of education &amp;amp; expectation is what I've always been looking to when I was in secondary high, but when it really comes to doing it, sometimes I wouldn't feel so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell is that? I wouldn't really know but it seems that learning through this way is likely to get us going far. And going far enough doesn't seem to be the point, then what is? If I knew, I wouldn't be here anymore, would I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the IEPS windmill indicator intructional tutorial was cancelled. At 9am we had to attend a seminary talk on "IE Aust &amp; I Mech E". They are actually international engineering institutions, similar to the IEM of Malaysia. Seems like they want to get us in as student members, okay, this time I have no prejudice whatsoever to their proclaims. I Mech E seems very prestigeous as it was formed in the 19th century England. These kind of setting always give me the best of impression. But alas, being a student member for IE Aust is free but upon graduating we'll have to pay since they assume we're working by then. Hmm, joining them is definitely one of my plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, one more thing, one of the representatives (an elder) asked us an interesting question: Why choose Engineering? Nobody really answered......then they start "pissing" people off saying "Because my father asked me to, because my mum asked me to, because my parents......."........Demo sa, chigau sono koto wa. I really wanted to say I entered the mechanical faculty because I wanted to design or at least participate in creating new engines or propulsion systems for the future machines. Is there a way to create an engine that doesn't need jet fuel as their combustion fuel? What about electricity? Hmm, it doesn't seem able to even compete with jet fuel in energy density. What else? Is nitrogen possible? If not for the sake of using conventional combustion methods for jet thrust, is there any new way of creating propulsion force for the aircraft?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the hunt for Mr. Vladimir Rikov, our so called supervisor for the IEPS wind-indicator project whose not even in charge of the project. We talked to him about our grouping matter but.......His instructions were completely different from Maharajar's (Our tutor in charge of the project). Okay, now the hunt turns to Rajar......Ohh you bet it was shitty. Then we went to the Chem Building where we FINALLY get to see our good old Robin (The mechanics tutor in charge of practicals). Yeah yeah, we got him to "solve" some of the anomalies in our lab sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Yeah, for those who think you're not tall enough, you might wanna take a look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://bbs.rayli.com.cn/forum/dispbbs.asp?boardid=6&amp;amp;star=1&amp;amp;replyid=&lt;br /&gt;53820572&amp;id=50090088&amp;amp;skin=0&amp;amp;page=1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111539264462235654?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111539264462235654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111539264462235654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111539264462235654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111539264462235654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-blog-entries-for-week-wah-kao-ehh.html' title='No blog entries for a week!? Wah Kao ehh!!!'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111477268382782029</id><published>2005-04-29T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T19:04:43.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Smooth and Pinky Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Basically the mood today is quite okay, this afternoon also I went to my cousin's (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allan Ngu&lt;/span&gt;) house, aha, watched the "Son of the Mask". Hmm, there's still some original The Mask taste inside! Haha, &amp; err, yeah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kerrie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yong&lt;/span&gt; replied my message in Friendster, surprisingly she hasn't forgotten me. NICE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here are some jokes I obtained from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esther Ting&lt;/span&gt;'s blog, quite nice, I can't figure out where to save it, so I might as well save it here. Wuahahahahaaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top joke in UK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;A woman gets on a bus with her baby.&lt;br /&gt;The bus driver says: "That's the ugliest baby that I've ever seen. Ugh!"&lt;br /&gt;The woman goes to the rear of the bus and sits down, fuming. She says to a man next to her: "The driver just insulted me!"&lt;br /&gt;The man says: "You go right up there and tell him off go ahead, I'll hold your monkey for you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top joke in USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;A man and a friend are playing golf one day at their local golf course. One of the guys is about to chip onto the green when he sees a long funeral procession on the road next to the course. He stops in mid-swing, takes off his golf cap, closes his eyes, and bows down in prayer. His friend says: "Wow, that is the most thoughtful and touching thing I have ever seen. You truly are a kind man. The man then replies: "Yeah, well we were married for 35 years."&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top joke in Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;When NASA first started sending up astronauts, they quickly discovered that ballpoint pens would not work in zero gravity. To combat the problem, NASA scientists spent a decade and $12 billion to develop a pen that writes in zero gravity, upside down, underwater, on almost any surface including glass and at temperatures ranging from below freezing to 300 C. The Russians used a pencil.&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top joke in Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;This woman rushed to see her doctor, looking very much worried and all strung out. She rattles off: "Doctor, take a look at me. When I woke up this morning, I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my hair all wiry and frazzled up, my skin was all wrinkled and pasty, my eyes were bloodshot and bugging out, and I had this corpse-like look on my face! What's WRONG with me, Doctor?" The doctor looks her over for a couple of minutes, then calmly says: "Well, I can tell you that there ain't nothing wrong with your eyesight...."&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top Joke in England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;Two weasels are sitting on a bar stool. One starts to insult the other one.&lt;br /&gt;He screams, "I slept with your mother!"&lt;br /&gt;The bar gets quiet as everyone listens to see what the other weasel will do.&lt;br /&gt;The first again yells, "I SLEPT WITH YOUR MOTHER!"&lt;br /&gt;The other says, "Go home dad you're drunk."&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top Joke in Wales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turtle was walking down an alley in New York when he was mugged by a gang of snails. A police detective came to investigate and asked the turtle if he could explain what happened.&lt;br /&gt;The turtle looked at the detective with a confused look on his face and replied "I don't know, it all happened so fast."&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Joke in Northern Ireland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;A doctor says to his patient, 'I have bad news and worse news'.&lt;br /&gt;'Oh dear, what's the bad news?' asks the patient.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor replies, 'You only have 24 hours to live'.&lt;br /&gt;'That's terrible', said the patient. 'How can the news possibly be worse?'&lt;br /&gt;The doctor replies, 'I've been trying to contact you since yesterday'.&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SECOND PLACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson go on a camping trip. After a good dinner and a bottle of wine, they retire for the night, and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Some hours later, Holmes wakes up and nudges his faithful friend. "Watson, look up at the sky and tell me what you see."&lt;br /&gt;"I see millions and millions of stars, Holmes" replies Watson.&lt;br /&gt;"And what do you deduce from that?"&lt;br /&gt;Watson ponders for a minute. "Well, astronomically, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, I observe that Saturn is in Leo. Horologically, I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past three. Meteorologically, I suspect that we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. Theologically, I can see that God is all powerful, and that we are a small and insignificant part of the universe. What does it tell you, Holmes?"&lt;br /&gt;Holmes is silent for a moment. "Watson, you idiot!" he says. "Someone has stolen our tent!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE WINNING JOKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;A couple of New Jersey hunters are out in the woods when one of them falls to the ground. He&lt;br /&gt;doesn't seem to be breathing, his eyes are rolled back in his head. The other guy whips out his cell phone and calls the emergency services.&lt;br /&gt;He gasps to the operator: "My friend is dead! What can I do?"&lt;br /&gt;The operator, in a calm soothing voice says: "Just take it easy. I can help. First, let's make sure he's dead."&lt;br /&gt;There is a silence, then a shot is heard. The guy's voice comes back on the line.&lt;br /&gt;He says: "OK, now what?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111477268382782029?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111477268382782029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111477268382782029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111477268382782029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111477268382782029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/smooth-and-pinky-day.html' title='A Smooth and Pinky Day'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111470121817817671</id><published>2005-04-28T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T23:13:38.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BreakThrough</title><content type='html'>Darn, today nearly late, coz I went out late, hahahahaha, not the usual me but it's me. Yeah, the school rumble made me late la, so addicted to it, Anime nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school start off with Eng Mechanics tutorial, then the eng maths. For the maths I had a major breakthrough, I found out a way to tackle the boring lectures liaw, that is, being part of the lecture itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had badminton in the evening, played with the usual gang. I think my hands have gotten stronger, manage to use backhand to toss the shuttlecock to far enough distance, for now. Hope to have the splash power that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Han Peng &lt;/span&gt;has, don't know when will that be....but I surely don't want to get fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nellie came to the play in the last minutes, hmm, I managed to salvage from her the PRIME night cds, wathed it just now, hmm, the camera-man really isn't making our lives any easier! Well, that's all for TODAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111470121817817671?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111470121817817671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111470121817817671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111470121817817671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111470121817817671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/breakthrough.html' title='BreakThrough'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111461395964064982</id><published>2005-04-27T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T22:59:43.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beloved Sky of Miri</title><content type='html'>Where is the beautiful sky that has always been with me? The sky is no more blue in the City of Miri......All we can see is greyish fog.......SIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the gang went to my house, we talked about the mechanics laboratory sheets and discussed the answers and solutions, wathched Maximum Exposure and had great laughs. Then we headed on for preparing the Wind Indicator project that will subsequently come to us this friday! We really wanted to make the motor-dynamo plan work.....planned to get bamboo pole as the main supportive structure. Hope to get them somewhere around RTM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was in a bad mood, it only turned bright after I read the newspapers today, for no reason though. I just feel a sudden release from inside......What's the point of fighting when you don't think of winning? Malaysia can't win by just being able to do things (Malaysia Boleh!), she has to fight and face the scare for losing! Only when we are afraid of losing, that's when we're not afraid of winning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111461395964064982?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111461395964064982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111461395964064982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111461395964064982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111461395964064982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/beloved-sky-of-miri.html' title='Beloved Sky of Miri'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111453251238890374</id><published>2005-04-26T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T23:06:46.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mai Hime Day</title><content type='html'>This morning I had the chance to finish off Mai Hime, 26 episodes total, all I can say is this is a nice &amp; very interesting anime series I never regret on watching. This morning I spent the whole time finishing off the last 4 episodes of it........The ending also very nice, although the whole story going through a downline decline in happiness but everything ended well in the end, this is what is called very good anime.......hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erhhhmm, strangely todays mechanics din have weekly quiz/ test. Hahahaha, luckily I did watch Hime after all, didn't read for mechanics. Then comes the computing, do programming assignment project lo, finished question 1 nia......-.-".......altho question 2 can do, but becoz of certain shitty things, din start yet.....DIU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, today we went out wanna eat 芋头虾饼 at some kafe kafe kinda shop around DPS, but damn, the snack we wannted was sold out liaw, so ate choc toast lo &amp;amp; drank ice Red Bean soup la.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gia Rong &lt;/span&gt;&amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin &lt;/span&gt;chai drank the cendol, was too sweet until cannot tahan, add more ice tim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diu, today came home oso din face monitor so much, fell asleep downstairs, aih......y like dis ahh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai Hime opening theme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aozora ippai ni&lt;br /&gt;watashitachi no omoi ga chiribamerarete yuku&lt;br /&gt;unmei no hito ga anata nara iinoni&lt;br /&gt;genjitsu wa umaku yukanai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hikaru kaze no naka&lt;br /&gt;yume no hane maioriru yo&lt;br /&gt;yuuki dashite mirai e&lt;br /&gt;sou utsukushiku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugokidasu atsui kodou ga&lt;br /&gt;ano hi to onaji hayasa wo kizamu yo&lt;br /&gt;massugu na manazashi ga suki&lt;br /&gt;zutto miteitai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kirameku nagare boshi&lt;br /&gt;taisetsu na negaigoto chiisaku tsubuyaita&lt;br /&gt;mabuta wo tojiru to anata dake ukabu no&lt;br /&gt;imasugu ni aini yukitai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nidoto modoranai shunkan wo&lt;br /&gt;nogasanai de&lt;br /&gt;inochi wo kagayakasete&lt;br /&gt;sou uruwashiku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mitsuketai hontou no watashi&lt;br /&gt;umarekawaru yo anata mamoru tame&lt;br /&gt;koete yuku kiseki tsukande&lt;br /&gt;tsugi no sekai made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugokidasu atsui kodou ga&lt;br /&gt;ano hi to onaji hayasa wo kizamu yo&lt;br /&gt;mitsuketai hontou no watashi&lt;br /&gt;umarekawaru yo anata mamoru tame&lt;br /&gt;koete yuku kiseki tsukande&lt;br /&gt;tsugi no sekai made&lt;br /&gt;tsuyoku hateshinaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111453251238890374?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111453251238890374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111453251238890374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111453251238890374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111453251238890374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/mai-hime-day.html' title='Mai Hime Day'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111443642025779381</id><published>2005-04-26T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:40:20.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oro, nande kyo wa?</title><content type='html'>I hate to say it, really, but I'm late again today. All good thanks to some jokers, darn, kinda getting fed up &amp; annoyed! Today's maths quiz was done unusually.....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gia Rong &lt;/span&gt;and I tackled the questions ourselves and managed to finish them all, nice, what a great team we still make even without much fire support, guess its because we r J enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I had to stay back until late at school because of the buddy program meeting I have with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kwong Wei&lt;/span&gt; , we had the meeting in the admin building, there was quite some show we put up. Then I know my other buddies are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eddi Soo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chin Siu Peng&lt;/span&gt;. Chin had to send me home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here I am, writing, man, I'm soooo damn sleepy that I cant really think of what to write. Mr &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abel &lt;/span&gt;was counselling a kid when we were there. Then he came to "join" us! Aih, I didn't really talk much, guess I was too tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111443642025779381?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111443642025779381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111443642025779381&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111443642025779381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111443642025779381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/oro-nande-kyo-wa.html' title='Oro, nande kyo wa?'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111435623789056223</id><published>2005-04-25T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T23:23:57.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless Waltz</title><content type='html'>ERR, went to GP quite early today, not went there early but went out early, with both my parents, had dinner at Seng Guan cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was smooth today, considerably less customer today, what a catch! I saw 2 new faces, old employees though, one of whose name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yik Jie&lt;/span&gt;, tall guy, damn, kids r getting taller these days. Or was it that the ones working there are picked to be tall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to the evening mass at St. Joseph, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Father Michael Sia &lt;/span&gt;was the one giving the gospel and talk after that.....aih, I didn't quite listen, really can't grab a word he's talking. At night, planned to read mechanics AGAIN, but alas, not much progress......then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr Ace&lt;/span&gt; "force" me to write my blog, DIU....ohh ya, according to him, today there was a few group of people scouting his lair. He's gonna move soon, to Semenyih. Dis kia, really dunno how to appreciate chance 1......ask her mah, sit ther gao ahh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh ya, I also looked up information on Waltz (original word from German: Walzen, means to roll, turn &amp;amp; glide), the standard or international ballroom dance. Wow, it has a, how to say? kinda good history, hahahaha, makes me really like da dance...graceful lerr. Hope can learn it well in my nx few lessons!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111435623789056223?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111435623789056223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111435623789056223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111435623789056223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111435623789056223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/endless-waltz.html' title='Endless Waltz'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111427049036213776</id><published>2005-04-24T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T23:34:50.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cha Cha Cha</title><content type='html'>Today was kinda okay, woke up around 8 something, watched Mai Hime until around 10, then cooked Indo Mie for breakfast. Watched the Justice League while eating. This time around, the gang was locked inside another dimension while the other gang (The Justice Lord) came to their dimension. Their intention was to help the Justice League but I doubt that's gonna turn out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the morning I read abit of the Mechanics lecture notes. Around 2.30pm I went off for the Dancing lesson. Having the same lesson together with me was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carol, Benny&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hui Joo&lt;/span&gt;. The 1st lesson was cha cha cha. Hehe, abit tough but still I think it's okay la. Can dance now, feel abit SUANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that I had to go to Boulevard get some DDM ammo refill, damn this time I also bought S.E.S ammo, the S.E.S kinda good lerrr for its price, really take into consideration if wanna buy bulk in Miri, must take S.E.S. But the point is the CD-R is now becoming a sink...with DVD going cheap these days, me really want to get a DVD burner liaw, but due to not so strategic location....can't really find 1 good 1, the BenQ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt; chai has is kinda pricy las time, nw i dunno la, but not so fond either...damn...will see how future headings go. &amp; about the S700 Mr Ace proposed, he said it's like RM 2000+, diu, so expensive, hw can buy? Wanna buy oso I'll have to look into the NEC, there's 1 dat is jus fine, but the keypad not so stylish nia, I forgot the model name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh man, I fell asleep just now, in my brother's room......sheesh, was reading the mechanics lecture notes. Darn, things are really getting harder and harder, even the calculations, got wut prelude again, then main body, then still got another conclusion 1, beh sui lerrr!!! DIU! Omoide ga Ippai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY 22nd APRIL 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, today the laboratory session starts at 2pm. Wow, gotta complete 3 experiments in 2 hours. Nice now, coz the lab very very testing ppl's understanding and straight forward do the stuff ones and no time wasting. Unlike in secondary high when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahh Chiew &lt;/span&gt;would go long-winding there tok crap before getting satisfied let you do the lab work, when you do the lab work oso have to consider this &amp; that, totally wiped off student's imagination one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh ya, I remembered that day, was the 1st day I finally went to my 1st official Physics class. Was so darn looking forward to get some answers on philosophical physics. I remember approaching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahh Chiew &lt;/span&gt;when the class was over, asked him the question "Sir, may you explain to me time and space continuum?" He was shocked but thoroughly rejected giving me even an idea of wut that was. Not until recently that i found out wut it meant, although it was nothing so special......Time space continuum. It explains that time and space itself is a continued existence that neither one can exist without the other, and so it will continue onto existence when all that is physically true remains. Was it so hard to understand? Beats me......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111427049036213776?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111427049036213776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111427049036213776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111427049036213776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111427049036213776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/cha-cha-cha.html' title='Cha Cha Cha'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111408624251587264</id><published>2005-04-22T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T23:23:06.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed Drive Components: DSP Chips, Micro-motors, IC, S/H Converter, A/D &amp; D/A Converter, PCB Interface, Leads &amp; Cables, Clocks Device</title><content type='html'>The IEPS project is really a fuss.......I really liked the idea of looking for informations regarding those electronics gadget, but this just isn't it, with us not supplied with sufficient knowledge of those devices, we really can't make much of an understanding out of it, not to mention writng a report based on it.......blasted Vladimir Rikov!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's mechanics tutorial was one of the best that I attended, managed to understand and jotted down all the notes...haha, kinda miss this kind of situation. Then there goes the mathematics lecture, today's lesson was about finding areas using the integration method, I was listening, but then I think I was able to taste only a reasonably amount of understanding but there's still much to catch up, I hope I have this oppertunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Badminton Play was cancelled, as it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Awal Muharam"&lt;/span&gt;, the association was closed, I watched episode 9 of Hime and went off for a 3 hours+ "nap". Got up quite thirsty, but continued the anime......Dinner ate da pao "salad 鸡球饭".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY 20th APRIL 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the due date for the communications' research report. I done mine, with what considerably dedication, I just hope Ms. Ainsley would appreciate it......The whole class seems somewhat dissapointed with the earnings of marks we all received, our past assignments were evaluated with "little mercy", &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roger&lt;/span&gt; and gang were particularly complaining and all of us were not really satisfied with the markings......I wonder why she's giving us such treatment, is there a plot? Well, looks like I wouldn't have to count on too much to get an A or something, for communications, I just hope I can pass the damn thing and proceed on with life! God Bless me so I don't have to sit some kind of retake or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computing test is getting rather annoying I must admit, I barely have the power to really tackle those questions, they are getting technically more challenging and practical-knowledge demanding! Darn, how do I overcome this foe, seems like using a 50 calibre won't do much damage, now really considering to send my frigate line to the battle zone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went on searching for information regarding the IEPS project, my part was the DSP chips, damn, I need to sliced out the DSPs from microprocessors and microcontrollers...not easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a nice song I've been listening to, by Yonekura Chihiro or Shimokawa Mikuni, I can't be sure, cause I have it in Shimokawa's Album which I downloaded but the lyrics search turned out that the song was sang by Yonekura......who cares? Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omoide ga Ippai; Full of Memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Romaji:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furui ARUBUMU no naka ni, kakurete omoide ga ippai&lt;br /&gt;Mujaki na egao no shita no, hizuke wa, haruka na MEMORII&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Toki wa mugen no tsunagari de, owari o omoi mo shinai ne&lt;br /&gt;Te ni todoku uchuu wa, kagirinaku sunde&lt;br /&gt;Kimi o tsusuinde ita&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Otona no kaidan noboru, kimi wa mada SHINDERERA sa&lt;br /&gt;Shiawase wa darekaga kitto, hakon de kureru to shinjiteru ne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoujo datta to itsu no hi ka, omou toki ga kuru no sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirari komorebi no youna, mabushii omoide ga ippai&lt;br /&gt;Hitori dake yokomuku, kinen shashin da ne&lt;br /&gt;Koi o yumemiru koro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garasu no kaidan oriru, garasu no kutsu SHINDERERA sa&lt;br /&gt;Odoriba de ashi o tomete, tokei no oto kinishite iru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoujo datta to natsukashii, furimuku hi ga aru no sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otona no kaidan noboru, kimi wa mada SHINDERERA sa&lt;br /&gt;Shiawase wa darekaga kitto, hakon de kureru to shinjiteru ne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoujo datta to itsu no hi ka, omou toki ga kuru no sa&lt;br /&gt;Shoujo datta to natsukashii, furimuku hi ga aru no sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English Translation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pages in this old album is full of hidden memories.&lt;br /&gt;Under these innocent smiles, it dates back to distant memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time continually flows forever. If it ended, feelings wouldn't die off, would it?&lt;br /&gt;The universe that you can reach with your hands is exceedingly clear.&lt;br /&gt;It will envelop you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing up the steps to adulthood, you are still Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;Fortune will surely come to everyone. Believe that the carriage will bring it about, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will come where you'll wish for the days you were just a young girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way sunlight glitters as it filters through the trees is full of dazzling memories.&lt;br /&gt;You turn to the side by yourself. This was a commemoration photo, wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;For those days where you dreamed of romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing down the glass steps with glass shoes is Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;You stop your feet as you notice the chime of the clock in the ballroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be days you'll turn around and miss being just a young girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing up the steps to adulthood, you are still Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;Fortune will surely come to everyone. Believe that the carriage will bring it about, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will come where you'll wish for the days you were just a young girl.&lt;br /&gt;There will be days you'll turn around and miss being just a young girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111408624251587264?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111408624251587264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111408624251587264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111408624251587264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111408624251587264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/speed-drive-components-dsp-chips-micro.html' title='Speed Drive Components: DSP Chips, Micro-motors, IC, S/H Converter, A/D &amp; D/A Converter, PCB Interface, Leads &amp; Cables, Clocks Device'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111390585657249862</id><published>2005-04-19T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T23:13:14.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grand Finale of Research Report</title><content type='html'>Haih haih, this morning i finally get my chance of finishing the research report once and for all, nice, one down, another to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day in school, mechanics quiz was the first to come, gladly it was MCQ, done it, not really sure with some of the questions, but I guess it's alright, I suddenly feel broader by the horizon when all those fussy things were completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon, had my computing lab session, one question took the whole session, 2 hours, damn, damn those modular methods, but seems it's the only way for good programmes to run, no choice, we stay we fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home around 5, get showered and rushed up to use my BenQ, hahaahaha, then nw, taking my sweet time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY 18th April 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special happened at school, morning computing tutorial, introducing boolean methods......then mechanics lecture, talked with roger on the research topic, didn't pay attention to the lecture either. That afternoon, maths tutorial, quiz again, aihhh, nearly fall......gladly with some helping hands from my comrade, I got through. Really appreciate them alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, didn't do much on my report, managed to finish the conclusion part, the recommendations part will be done the day after, hopefully can finish in time......slept!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 17th April 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, went to morning mass at Carmelite church. There were soooo many people at our usual sitting place, strangely! Went home after that, went out to eat at Piasau food court with my family, had the fried kueh tiaw again, as always! Da pao again coz family will not be at home in the afternooon, they're going swimming. I'll be alone at home, struggling to complete my report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wasted Saturday and now I'm striving hard to complete the main section of the report, haih, this report can say is one of my best work so far, I've put in much dedication though, thinking &amp;amp; rethinking how to write and really considering the effectiveness of my report, hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wasting time, the report is actually fun and giving me some real information on future directions. Will seek to do more research of this kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, tata, ohh yeah, today finished downloaded swat 4 i think, or burnt? Hehe......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111390585657249862?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111390585657249862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111390585657249862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111390585657249862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111390585657249862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/grand-finale-of-research-report.html' title='The Grand Finale of Research Report'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111362755906266054</id><published>2005-04-16T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T13:05:13.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mikuni Shimokawa - Best Anime singer EVER</title><content type='html'>Argghhh, only had 5 hours sleep last night, did my research report the whole midnight......done introduction only, but it's a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I havent started on anything, have been watching TV in the morning &amp; reading the newspapers, now that I wanted to start on the main body of the research, but have no idea how  I should begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I maybe going to pay&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Nellie &lt;/span&gt;a visit at Grand Palace hotel ballroom. They're having the PRIME nitght occasion over there. Haha, hope I can get the CDs I wanted from her. Hopefully I will have completed my research report before I actually wander off to "play".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY 15th APRIL 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laboratory session in the morning was cancelled, thanks to some Jokers who didn't inform&lt;br /&gt;Mr. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robin&lt;/span&gt; about their site visit to the LAKU water plant which made them unable to attend the lab session. It's still fine with me, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roger&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gia Rong &lt;/span&gt;were really XXXXXX, they LOOOO all the way here from Hilltop lerr, hahahhaha. But we went to Boulevard after that, damn, was some kinda of a ride, had to race to Boulevard on a busy high way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Boulevard, I bought my Ammo tank(72 rounds of Cds) &amp; my DDM 0.7GB calibre ammo. Aih, dude, I think me nw abit lagg behind, coz &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt; zhai now using DVD+R ammo, the capacity is like 7 times my DDM calibre, DIU. Hehe, however the primary mission objective was to scout the place for Hi-Tech Recon gadgets - Cellphones, our squadron (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRIDE of ROGER&lt;/span&gt;) combined with 2 reinforcement units from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Squadron BETA&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wing&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sze Ching &lt;/span&gt;managed to salvage critical information for our Central Intelligence Quarters (CIQ) about which product to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih, Scout unit (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st Lt. Kevin&lt;/span&gt;) insist on Samsung E-700 for the new sensor array system for our Squadron but our Frigate class officer (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lt. Gia Rong&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;proposed the Samsung E-330, I myself as an ACE Corvette Pilot would definitely go for the E-330 but with my current skills &amp; talent, an old fashion 2100 Nokia class sensor is enough for me la. Captain &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roger &lt;/span&gt;has no intention in upgrading his sensor as he is using the multi-purpose 3200 Nokia Class product, the sensor is somewhat up to date, for now, hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dis afternoon slept from 3 to 6, then got up, sweat all over, darn, the Star was too near my spacecraft la, too much radiation , no choice, seperated from my squadron, I have to find a hiding place away from the Black Rose team, the solar sun in Alpha Century seems the best hiding place. Ohh yeah, at 7pm I went to Club Shell Lutong, ehh, met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raymond&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rudi, &lt;/span&gt;ate some food, da pao alot, then went straight home with family. Then there goes the whole night doing the research report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111362755906266054?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111362755906266054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111362755906266054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111362755906266054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111362755906266054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/mikuni-shimokawa-best-anime-singer.html' title='Mikuni Shimokawa - Best Anime singer EVER'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111348523833990579</id><published>2005-04-15T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T21:27:18.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The never Ending Fight</title><content type='html'>Wah, today was a tiring day in fact. The lectures were on in the morning......mechanics tutorial then maths lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mechanics tutor was swapped from Robin to our current lecturer, I don't know his name, don't care to know either.......hehehe. Yeah, she was late for the marketing class, saw her in out of the elevator... We looked for Dr. Chua, tryin to get him to view our reports on the site visit thingy, he said the report was good enough, or was it? I wouldn't want to care much, since he didn't care much......there's still many things more important than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's theme is "stay strong to fight strong"......During maths lecture, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gia Rong &lt;/span&gt;and I were writing &amp; planning something on our own, we were creating true life fantasies.....something to do with homeworld &amp;amp; interterrestial warfare......will continue working on it, hope we can maintain it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, badminton, a change......We sparred today, sparring those shuttles were really hard work, got our hands worn out abit, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin &lt;/span&gt;even wounded his finger.......He received a headshot from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Han Peng&lt;/span&gt;'s backhand smash, even though he was not in the court, he was beside the court, the shuttle made a direct hit on his face, right on his face, this is like 1 in a million of chances. I only got to see this after being present for badminton for 1 year liaw over ther. ahhahahahaahhaa, good one, Freedom gundam caught a headshot, the head still not damage, really lihai, but the hand is broken liaw, due to the pre-match fire fiesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today plan to defrag my mind, so practically not doing much work, Diu, the cds i bought is finished liaw, nw only 1 left.......need to go Boulevard refill ammo tomolo, hope the arsenal still have standard DDM 50 calibres, hehehe.......woooohoooooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111348523833990579?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111348523833990579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111348523833990579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111348523833990579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111348523833990579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/never-ending-fight.html' title='The never Ending Fight'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111340508766036803</id><published>2005-04-14T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T23:11:27.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days are getting tougher by the Days</title><content type='html'>Well, I didn't write my blog for 2 days, I don't think I want to write the last 2, hehehehe, tired.......Just now I've finished the report on our site visit last friday, the report was on air-conditioning systems, large scale ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahh, basically we dig everything up from the net, plus 80% help from notes our friends gave us. Dude, took me 3 hours to complete it, not adding reading time, DIU......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, what else? yeah, the computing quiz is getting harder and harder. Out time is getting shorter &amp; shorter, I still have 2 assignments pending next week, of which both of them I've not really started. well, it's gonna be one hell of a ride through this common first year......Hopefully, I'll be able to "buy" some time for other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, nothing really happened today, everyday seems to be boring to me, at least at the moment. Plus, there's just too much pressure to take, but I hope it'll make me stronger. There's a need for a change!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice song: The Notorious MSG -  Dim Sum Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111340508766036803?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111340508766036803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111340508766036803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111340508766036803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111340508766036803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/days-are-getting-tougher-by-days.html' title='Days are getting tougher by the Days'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111314646887520814</id><published>2005-04-11T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T23:21:08.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part-Timer</title><content type='html'>Yeap, today I went to Grand Palace(GP) work as part-timer waiter, sure was a shock when I saw what I was about to wear, hehe, the uniform sure is very "thin", I mean the clothing, makes it comfortable to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with me was a new part-timer, a girl, looks abit like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;manni&lt;/span&gt;, I mean the feeling la. Luckily I'm not the only one new there. Well, it was surprisingly busy in the morning, for the whole team to handle, nw I realize hw it was like &amp; why &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David &lt;/span&gt;will still contact me even though I've turned down his offer quite a number of times, there is just simply not enough waiters/ waitress &amp; it was soooooo busy, I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kwong Wei &lt;/span&gt;didn't show up today, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roger &lt;/span&gt;said he was busy? I don't know, but I sure was surprised! Hurt my thumb when I was setting up the table, peeled off some skin, shoot, should've been more careful, hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the PRIME team went to the ballroom next door, they were heaving some kinda rehearsal for the PRIME Night Event......We got to show ourselves because we were at the wrong place at the wrong time, had to help someone carry "something" onto their platform. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mdm Maria &lt;/span&gt;was stunned when she saw us there, especially when we're both wearing the uniform, hahahaha, what else could you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stanley&lt;/span&gt; drove me to pick up his sis, went to his home for a while, just stopping by. His sis passed me my folders &amp; we went back to GP. I was in a rush, tired &amp;amp; lazy, so I just went home after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stanley&lt;/span&gt; dropped me off by my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mass was ended &amp;amp; we went home, studied some mechanics. Shit, I'm still far behind, really got to heat things up this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111314646887520814?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111314646887520814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111314646887520814&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111314646887520814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111314646887520814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/part-timer.html' title='Part-Timer'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111306406255444344</id><published>2005-04-10T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T00:35:00.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiresome day!</title><content type='html'>Stayed at home whole morning, watched the DB movies series, wanna finish it quick.......Finally got those downloaded finished by today, watched all of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1pm, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin &lt;/span&gt;came &amp; pick me up, there we're off to Dewan Suarah to help out the CutEC set up the whole place for the Annual IEM Dinner, didn't quite know the function until we(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roger, Kevin &amp; I&lt;/span&gt;) were there. Blew balloons, quite a number of them, rehearse abit, moving platforms &amp;amp; chairs around, waiting for the event to come tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes 6pm, I went to pick &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt;, off we go to Dewan Suarah again, this time we're wearing nice clothes......hehe, but still, we're uninvited "guests" or should I put it as "volunteer"......hehehe, anyway, it was quite fun, what an experience, got to see those faces of engineers around, so many at this 1 time. Everything went on smoothly. Yeah, during the orchestra play, there's some junior we met, 1 of them kinda look like K-chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, we didn't really eat much, but it was quite okay, after the function was done, we went home soon enough, still got another job to do tommorow(Sunday), 1st time working part-time at Grand Palace, hope it'll be smooth......tired I am now &amp;amp; sleepy too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111306406255444344?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111306406255444344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111306406255444344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111306406255444344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111306406255444344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/tiresome-day.html' title='Tiresome day!'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111296815824734615</id><published>2005-04-09T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T21:49:18.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude, wut's wrong with me these few days!</title><content type='html'>The reason I didn't update my blog daily is that I kept feeling sleepy everynight after a while of watching the dragonball videos i downloaded.......Now I'm updating it once every 2 days. Dude, tommorow sure is gonna be 1 hell of a day, maybe will rock my world, i dunno yet, coz got tis wut wut dinner at Dewan Suarah, sumthin to do wif CutEC &amp; sum "big big" guy, according to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roger. &lt;/span&gt;I was told we shud wear smart, long sleeves or so, gonna "tackle" the "big" guys tomolo.......hope it'll go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh, tis whole day i devoted myself to JAVA larr, tat thing, really makine me break my nerves, haih, not bad la, manage to study only on the day itself.......test was over around 6pm, dunno if i did great or hell.......dunn care la, life goes on, hv confidence oso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY    7th April 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, wut happened today? Aih, yeah, err,  ohh ya, mechanics tutorial &amp; maths lecture . Yeap, mechanics lecture, things are going on but I'm still stuck at an earlier stage, man, when can I catch up? Really need to put more efforts on mechanics liaw, DIU, so long din read them......Maths lerr? Same as yesterday, doing our own work, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roger&lt;/span&gt; gave &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gia Rong&lt;/span&gt; &amp; I some questions again, aih, did it whole session. Ohh ya, the mechanics tutorial, the room was changed to the opposite room, aih........means i cannot c sum1, heheheh ther's tis cute gal fr sum art's side class 1, dunno who is she, but wanna kno her.......hehe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, at nite nth happened la, jus went off playing my HomeWorld 2, tis time got better luck, managed to wipe out hostile forces wif my elite Frigate Line &amp;amp; Fighter Screens, ehhehhe, money oso 滚滚来 ! But I slept quite early la, dunno y, maybe becoz din study whole day but planning to study nx day ehh? Better recharge early!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111296815824734615?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111296815824734615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111296815824734615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111296815824734615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111296815824734615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/dude-wuts-wrong-with-me-these-few-days.html' title='Dude, wut&apos;s wrong with me these few days!'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111278991233393059</id><published>2005-04-07T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T20:42:51.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mechanics Quiz &amp; Computing Quiz, 丢!</title><content type='html'>丢, 今天早上上的数学课我和&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roger, Gia Rong&lt;/span&gt;都在做着自己的数学题,根本没真正听书. 管他的, 反正都差不多一样. 接下去的课是 Eng. Communications, 怎么搞的? 我们的 1st Reflection report 只得那么一丁点的分数, 到底 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ms. Ainsley &lt;/span&gt;想怎样?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下午, 考试, Eng. Computing, 到目前为止尚且过得去, 不知此境能维持多久, 希望我还能继续应付下去. 上完课后, 我们又去完成 Java程式, 搞定后本想尽快回家, 怎知......唉! 人算不如天算, 此句千真万确.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TUESDAY 5th April 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holy, today sure is one hell of a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;got up quite early though, before 8AM, I recall; had to continue on my revision of that Eng. Mechanics lectures 2A, 2B &amp; 2C. Completed half of it the day before though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got myself down onto the lecture hall, still studying by the way, even though lecture's on going, it's a "tradition" we Chung Hua Mirians inhereted for "centuries", the same goes for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roger&lt;/span&gt; &amp; the others. The biggest joke of all is that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roger&lt;/span&gt; completely had no idea of the upcoming mechanics quiz, lucky for him, i guess! Since he didn't have to worry about it the day before. Ohh, the quiz this time was an awfully unpredicted piece of crap. Grabbed all of us by surprise, I guess I didn't do well for it, at least not satisfactory to my usual sense. However, this time, it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt; who actually helped me out instead of me helping her out, hehehe, Thanks! But I discovered she really needs a little help in Eng. Computing, we'll see what we can do about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, I was too tired to even go on to writing my blog today, was too tired, even almost fallen asleep when watching the Dragonball movie I downloaded. When I got up in the morning, Mr. Ace, to my "surprise" asked me the reason I didn't update the blog, haha, this kia, really J. kia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111278991233393059?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111278991233393059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111278991233393059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111278991233393059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111278991233393059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/mechanics-quiz-computing-quiz.html' title='Mechanics Quiz &amp; Computing Quiz, 丢!'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111262427170097457</id><published>2005-04-05T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T22:17:51.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari yang biasa? atau luar biasa?</title><content type='html'>Apalah hari ini, awal awal lagi dah ku tunggu kat pintu besar rumah, tapi kereta yang akan ku naiki lama-lama tidak datang. Sial betul la, setiap kali menyusahkan ku saja. Aih, sampai pulak akhirnya ke kelas komputer itu, tampaknya ku tak tertinggal banyak sangat informasi yang diberikan lekturer tu lah. Ahh, nasib baik kali ini, tapi, tak bolehlah situasi begini berlanjut-lanjutan, tiap-tiap hari lambat, bukan stail akulah......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih, hari pertama mula uni, bagi aku, ada tu rasa FRESH la. Walaupun kelas mekanik tu bosan-bosan dengan pengucapan atau penyampaian lekturer yang tidak berapa menarik, tapi aku cuba sedaya upaya mahu memahami apa yang diajarnya. Tidak dapat ku pahami semuanya tapi telah ku sendiri baca dan menyerapkan sedikit sebanyak konsep-konsep penting. Kelas tamat, gang aku seperti biasa naik ke lab mekanikal menyiapkan kuiz-kuiz matematik, kuiz kali ni tidak sesusah kuiz sebelumnya. Berupaya juga ku dapatkan markah 98.2%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, petang ni ada peperiksaan matematik, lebih kepada struktur bermacam kuiz la, tapi nasib ku kurang baik, dah ku buat salah pada bahagian pertama soalan terakhir, sial, tak ku teringat cara sepatutnya untuk atasi soalan itu. Besok ada peperiksaan untuk kelas mekanik, aku telah baca nota 2A, 2B sehingga separuh aje, yang selebihnya akan ku tangani keesokan harinya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111262427170097457?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111262427170097457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111262427170097457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111262427170097457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111262427170097457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/hari-yang-biasa-atau-luar-biasa.html' title='Hari yang biasa? atau luar biasa?'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111253816470457761</id><published>2005-04-04T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T22:22:44.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>寂寞让谁快乐?</title><content type='html'>今早得去教堂, 得知教宗已不在人世, 是昨晚九时许离开. 天啊! 人真得听天由命, 命不由己!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过了今天, 就是另一个 tuition week 了, 感觉很忧郁, 明日无限多, 未知数亦不胜枚举, 明天将发生何事, 又有谁知? 下午, 我全家人都去了 KSL  游泳, 只有我一人在家, 没办法, 功课作业仍没赶完, 得尽快搞定它们. 一个人在家实在有些寂寞, 此时脑里的活动变得活跃起来, 想到了某人, 是思念吗? 还是虚幻构想? 想到事物, 是事实真相吗? 还是空梦一场?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晚上, 我的心情好很多, 感觉又有了推动力, 这一种"能力"已追随了我一段长远的日子, 仿佛是我独特的潜能. 每当我心情低落或者迷失动力时, 我都会有所思考, 从而取得成长. 感觉良好, 有了新的观点, 自信也增加不少. 我意识到, 人的自信是生活的关键所在. NEVER underestimate a man who overestimate himself. 有了自信, 哪怕失败? 就算失败, 也是成功, 因为有了失败才晓得成功. 一个过分自信的人是不会把失败放在眼里的, 他清楚知道自己要些什么, 就算是失败的策略, 也有成功的机会.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要记得, 天空不是世界的尽头, 海水也不是那么的渊源, 当你想通了万物的短处, 你就明白长处不也就是短处......最重要的是......寻找自己, 开阔视野, 没什么事是大不了的.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111253816470457761?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111253816470457761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111253816470457761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111253816470457761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111253816470457761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title='寂寞让谁快乐?'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869231.post-111243266588482499</id><published>2005-04-03T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T17:24:04.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days before tuition weeks start</title><content type='html'>Haih, this morning woke up very early, around 6 sumthing, need to go Sibuti, Bekenu do some serious work........got home around 3 something, got an sms from Roger, saying all engineers from Curtin are invited for a buffet dinner at Grand Palace tonight, strange enough, I didn't get such a mail for confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, logged on to the internet &amp; we both (Roger &amp;amp; I) had a feeling we should start writing blogs from now on, there's a need for a change, in all matters. As the chinese saying goes: 穷则变, 变则通, 通则久! Well, I'm not sure if i got this saying right in this sense but it's good enough, for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erhmm, yesterday we went to SESCo to do a survey with regards to our communication's research project, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Alan&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Raymond &lt;/span&gt;were the ones who arranged the meeting with the General Manager of course...... We were treated very much like VIP. You bet it was a really interesting event, I was lucky enough to have learnt so much from him, Mr Polycarp Wong, just from that one session. I was all fresh after that, implanted new thoughts &amp; new concepts into my mind after rethinking of what he has said: "Employers are looking for leadership traits, great communication skills......Malaysian students should open up and change their mindset as not to be passive anymore......". It's a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, recently, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Stanley&lt;/span&gt; gave me a link to a seriously astounding website //&lt;http: pid="310640&amp;amp;t=3762"&gt;www.acidplanet.com/, I got to listen to all kind of music plays. Well, that's all for now....... sore ja, mata.&lt;/http:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869231-111243266588482499?l=siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/feeds/111243266588482499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11869231&amp;postID=111243266588482499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111243266588482499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11869231/posts/default/111243266588482499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siradrianwellesley.blogspot.com/2005/04/2-days-before-tuition-weeks-start.html' title='2 days before tuition weeks start'/><author><name>Sir Adrian Wellesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458216358187751227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
