Standard Package Includes:
§ Return air-cond bus transfer
§ 1 night accommodation (twin sharing)
§ Return Genting Skyway transfer (cable car)
§ One packed lunch (fried rice + drink)
§ One of restaurant dinner (5/6 dishes + rice + Chinese tea)
§ Indoor Theme Park & Outdoor Theme Park entrance ticket
§ Entrance ticket to “Ripley’s Believe It or Not” & “Snow World”
§ 1 Bowling Fame
§ Basic Traveler PA Insurance coverage
§ 1 tour leader
6/12/07 (Thurs)
7:00 Gather at school
7:30 Depart to Genting Highland
9:00 Skyway (cable car)
10:00 Enter theme park
12:00 Lunch
2:00 Free & Easy
3:00 Check in Hotel
7:00 Dinner (**Own Expenses)
8:00 Free & Easy
7/12/07 (Friday)
8:30 Breakfast (**Own Expenses)
9:30 Free & Easy
12:00 Check out & luggage arrangement
12:30 Lunch (**Own Expenses)
1:30 Snow World
2:30 Ripley’s Believe It or Not
3:30 Bowling
6:00 Skyway (cable car)
6:30 Depart to restaurant
7:00 Arrive & Dinner
8:00 Back to school
9:00 Arrive at school
Saturday, 27 October 2007
Wednesday, 24 October 2007
After the study week...
It's time to go back to school.... Anyway, I've been doing home study eversince....
19 more days to SPM... Gambate oh, people!!!
21st Sunday, I was at Genting to watch the "Malaysia Star Idol"....
It's great that I had a chance to see all the 20 finalist....
Anyway, Mayjune won the Star Idol....
Congratulations Mayjune!!!
19 more days to SPM... Gambate oh, people!!!
21st Sunday, I was at Genting to watch the "Malaysia Star Idol"....
It's great that I had a chance to see all the 20 finalist....
Anyway, Mayjune won the Star Idol....
Congratulations Mayjune!!!
Saturday, 20 October 2007
All About You...
Never say I love you
If you really don't care
Never talk about feelings
If they aren't really there
Never hold my hand
If you are gonna break my heart
Never say you are going to
If you don't plan to start
Never look into my eyes
If all you do is lie
Never say hi
If you really mean goodbye
If you really mean forever
Then say you will try
Never say forever
Coz forever makes me cry......
*** words editted from ZWANI.com ***
Friday, 19 October 2007
The Photograph - Part 1
I have only seen him once, and even that was an accident. I was tidying the storeroom during a semester break, and was packing some old books into a box when, suddenly, a yellowed black and white photograph fell from the pages of Robinson Crusoe.
I had seen many pictures of strangers before, friends and people my mother knew when she was younger, and they never once stirred my interest. But this man's smile seemed to speak to me.
Just as I was about to turn, my mother grabbed the photo from my hand, and left. She didn't speak about it when I met her at dinner alter that day, and her silence made it clear she wanted no questions.
Now, 10 years later, I have that picture with me again. Time and patience have taught me that only now, would I understand, and truly accept the facts surrounding it.
The man was my father.
With only the photograph, and his surname mumbled hesitantly by mother, I was on my way to where he used to live - a fishing village in Melaka.
Mother warned that my efforts would be in vain, for she had never seen nor heard of him for over 20 years. I told her that even if I would not find him, some memories would be fine.
"That place is not like here. It is cramped, and they don't speak proper English. They'll want your money, so don't dress nicely. They are poor and will do anything to gain your sympathy," her words echoed in my mind.
I started asking around as soon as I arrived. First in the markets, the at the roadside stalls where dark-skinned children could be seen selling pickled mangoes and cucumbers. A few ran up to me, with fake roses in their hands. They smiled and held out the flowers, beckoning for my kindness. As I reached for the coins in my pocket, I looked at them from the corner of my eyes, never directly.
I could see the excitement growing in their eyes though. It seemed as if I was the only person who had stopped to buy from them, as their hands were still full with the plastic stalks, while their feet were dirty and blistered from miles of peddling.
I gave one flower boy the money and waited for him to go away. but he stood there, waiting for my eyes to meet his. I looked at him and said, "Yes?"
"Thank you Encik, God bless you," he replied.
I wanted to say, "It;s okay, you're welcome," but I don't know what made me reach into my pocket for the photograph. "Don't be silly, this boy wouldn't know a thing," I muttered to myself.
Anyway, I showed it to him and was ready to put it back when, without a word, he grabbed my arm.
"That is my Papa, Joe Rodriguez," he said, with eyes wide open.
I didn't know what to say or how to react. That was the name my mother had mumbled the day before.
With his tiny hand holding mine, the flower boy silently walked me to the edge of the market and through a village. I felt slightly unprepared, for mother had taught me to always take along some gifts when I visit. I began to panic and looked around for a shop, or maybe a stall that sells souvenirs.
I told the boy to stop and explained that I was not ready. Without letting go of my hand, he gestured to the plastic flower I had bought. "He make it. He will like it."
I looked at him, smiled, and walked on. It is going to be okay.
***To be continued....
I had seen many pictures of strangers before, friends and people my mother knew when she was younger, and they never once stirred my interest. But this man's smile seemed to speak to me.
Just as I was about to turn, my mother grabbed the photo from my hand, and left. She didn't speak about it when I met her at dinner alter that day, and her silence made it clear she wanted no questions.
Now, 10 years later, I have that picture with me again. Time and patience have taught me that only now, would I understand, and truly accept the facts surrounding it.
The man was my father.
With only the photograph, and his surname mumbled hesitantly by mother, I was on my way to where he used to live - a fishing village in Melaka.
Mother warned that my efforts would be in vain, for she had never seen nor heard of him for over 20 years. I told her that even if I would not find him, some memories would be fine.
"That place is not like here. It is cramped, and they don't speak proper English. They'll want your money, so don't dress nicely. They are poor and will do anything to gain your sympathy," her words echoed in my mind.
I started asking around as soon as I arrived. First in the markets, the at the roadside stalls where dark-skinned children could be seen selling pickled mangoes and cucumbers. A few ran up to me, with fake roses in their hands. They smiled and held out the flowers, beckoning for my kindness. As I reached for the coins in my pocket, I looked at them from the corner of my eyes, never directly.
I could see the excitement growing in their eyes though. It seemed as if I was the only person who had stopped to buy from them, as their hands were still full with the plastic stalks, while their feet were dirty and blistered from miles of peddling.
I gave one flower boy the money and waited for him to go away. but he stood there, waiting for my eyes to meet his. I looked at him and said, "Yes?"
"Thank you Encik, God bless you," he replied.
I wanted to say, "It;s okay, you're welcome," but I don't know what made me reach into my pocket for the photograph. "Don't be silly, this boy wouldn't know a thing," I muttered to myself.
Anyway, I showed it to him and was ready to put it back when, without a word, he grabbed my arm.
"That is my Papa, Joe Rodriguez," he said, with eyes wide open.
I didn't know what to say or how to react. That was the name my mother had mumbled the day before.
With his tiny hand holding mine, the flower boy silently walked me to the edge of the market and through a village. I felt slightly unprepared, for mother had taught me to always take along some gifts when I visit. I began to panic and looked around for a shop, or maybe a stall that sells souvenirs.
I told the boy to stop and explained that I was not ready. Without letting go of my hand, he gestured to the plastic flower I had bought. "He make it. He will like it."
I looked at him, smiled, and walked on. It is going to be okay.
***To be continued....
The Photograph - Part 2
After a long walk through the back lanes, we stopped at a path, which I saw a road sign written 'Lorong Cempaka' in green bold Arial font. Then, a long shaped wooden door could be seen distinctively. When the boy laid his hands on the door knob, I stopped him from fumbling it.
The heartbeat of mine beating even faster, my hands were mighty cold and sweats seeping out onto my palms. Confusing words were running through my mind. "How would I start my conversation?" I muttered to myself. Despair brought another question in me, "Must I call him Papa when I see him?" asking myself while sorrow provoked in me.
Without bothering me, the boy pushed the wooden door open, which creeked loudly. All that focused into my eyes was a set of china left on a rough wooden table surrounded by four small stools. There and then, tears began brimming in my eyes, but I hold back my tears with great effort as not wanting the boy to notice.
The tiny hand of the boy hold mine, pulling me till the entrance of the room. He then walked over to a man who was lying on a mat.
"A-Pa, we have a tetamu, wake up! Wake up!" said the boy in the sing-song Melaka Malay accent.
My mother's words, "they don't speak proper English," echoed in my mind. I then paced towards the boy who was standing beside the man who was sleeping on the mat with the mixture of excitement and curiosity, until what I saw really shocked me. A familiar person, so weak and frail, was sleeping on the mat. his face, I could remember after I first saw the photograph of him, used to be smooth. But it was now pale, gaunt and wrinkled like old leather.
Slowly, my excitement melted away and I began to hold my father's hand and waited for him to be awake from his deep slumber. as if father could sense my arrivals, his eyelids slowly opened and looked at me with his sickly spiritless eyes.
"Pa...Pa..." I called out with a quivering voice, while the brimmed tears rolled down my cheeks.
"Ma... Mar... Mark... Is... that... you..."answered my father in a raspy voice.
Somehow, my father did not seem like the kind of person who would leave his wife and his children.
"Papa, is that you? I'm glad that I could find you back."
"Mark... Mark..." repeated my father meanwhile he coughed.
I hugged my father, tears were bursting our from our eyes. Suddenly, my father being surprised started to cough continuously and then collapsed on my shoulder. I panicked and could not get my limbs to move in any direction but the boy, who I finally realised that he is my brother knew exactly what to do. He run out of the house to the opposite 'Ludther Family Clinic'. At that time, it was a nightmare and in every tree's shadow I saw the monsters were waiting to take my father away from me.
After a few minutes, I saw the arrival of my brother followed by a doctor and a clinic nurse. The doctor examined my father. I stood aside, feeling helpless and defeated, hoping against hope that my father would open his eyes and shout, "April Fool!" Only it was not April and my father was not fooling.
After the doctor has examined my father, he turned back and faced my brother.
"I have told you to be prepared," he told my brother solemnly.
"You are lucky to have had him for this long."
"Doctor Ludther, can I know what's wrong with my father?" I asked.
"Lu siapa?" questioned the doctor.
"I'm his son," I answered the doctor while being tired and sad.
"Your father is facing a death of lung cancer," added the doctor.
Without hesitation, I ran over to my father trying my best to talk to him, but the clinic nurse protested. On perceiving the gestures from Dr. Ludther, who was standing right behind me, the clinic nurse walked away and left us alone. Soon it was only my father, my brother and I, just it had been minutes ago when I first had my contractions. Now, my father is on the mat awaiting his final departure from his material world.
My brother and I were with father right up to his last breath. It was on unfitting end to our relationship as father and son who have just been reunited. No goodbye though, my father did not even regain consciousness. All I could be grateful was that the serene look on his face assured me that he had no guilt in this life.
Although I had come to terms with my father's death, there was a feeling of incompleteness within me that craved fulfilment. While going through my father's "assets", my brother found his 'Last Will and Testament'. In spite of circumstances, it made both of us laugh.
"Brother!" yelled Steven, my younger brother the next morning.
"What?" I shouted back from the main entrance where I was observing the carrier carrying the rough wooden table into the lorry.
"Come and see what I've found!"
Thumping through the hall I anticipated from dead rats to fallen roofs. It was neither. In Steven's hand was a sheet of an old yellowish paper and he showed it to me. I read, in his large, cursive handwriting:
LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT - JOE RODRIGWEZ
To my beloved wife,
I leave a little of my income - My money
To my beloved son - Mark,
I leave a little of my much-loved earth - My artificial flowers
To my son - Steven,
I leave my favourite place of rest - My sleeping mat
To my whole family,
I hope to leave no feelings of rue,
To where I go in that place above,
I shall watch all of you forever with love.
It has been a year since my father left us and we both brothers have survived by the continuation of my father's business in Kuala Lumpur. My brother and I have opened a florist along Petaling Street.
Disclaimer : All the real names of places, people, and events have been altered or abbreviated to protect the innocent.
The heartbeat of mine beating even faster, my hands were mighty cold and sweats seeping out onto my palms. Confusing words were running through my mind. "How would I start my conversation?" I muttered to myself. Despair brought another question in me, "Must I call him Papa when I see him?" asking myself while sorrow provoked in me.
Without bothering me, the boy pushed the wooden door open, which creeked loudly. All that focused into my eyes was a set of china left on a rough wooden table surrounded by four small stools. There and then, tears began brimming in my eyes, but I hold back my tears with great effort as not wanting the boy to notice.
The tiny hand of the boy hold mine, pulling me till the entrance of the room. He then walked over to a man who was lying on a mat.
"A-Pa, we have a tetamu, wake up! Wake up!" said the boy in the sing-song Melaka Malay accent.
My mother's words, "they don't speak proper English," echoed in my mind. I then paced towards the boy who was standing beside the man who was sleeping on the mat with the mixture of excitement and curiosity, until what I saw really shocked me. A familiar person, so weak and frail, was sleeping on the mat. his face, I could remember after I first saw the photograph of him, used to be smooth. But it was now pale, gaunt and wrinkled like old leather.
Slowly, my excitement melted away and I began to hold my father's hand and waited for him to be awake from his deep slumber. as if father could sense my arrivals, his eyelids slowly opened and looked at me with his sickly spiritless eyes.
"Pa...Pa..." I called out with a quivering voice, while the brimmed tears rolled down my cheeks.
"Ma... Mar... Mark... Is... that... you..."answered my father in a raspy voice.
Somehow, my father did not seem like the kind of person who would leave his wife and his children.
"Papa, is that you? I'm glad that I could find you back."
"Mark... Mark..." repeated my father meanwhile he coughed.
I hugged my father, tears were bursting our from our eyes. Suddenly, my father being surprised started to cough continuously and then collapsed on my shoulder. I panicked and could not get my limbs to move in any direction but the boy, who I finally realised that he is my brother knew exactly what to do. He run out of the house to the opposite 'Ludther Family Clinic'. At that time, it was a nightmare and in every tree's shadow I saw the monsters were waiting to take my father away from me.
After a few minutes, I saw the arrival of my brother followed by a doctor and a clinic nurse. The doctor examined my father. I stood aside, feeling helpless and defeated, hoping against hope that my father would open his eyes and shout, "April Fool!" Only it was not April and my father was not fooling.
After the doctor has examined my father, he turned back and faced my brother.
"I have told you to be prepared," he told my brother solemnly.
"You are lucky to have had him for this long."
"Doctor Ludther, can I know what's wrong with my father?" I asked.
"Lu siapa?" questioned the doctor.
"I'm his son," I answered the doctor while being tired and sad.
"Your father is facing a death of lung cancer," added the doctor.
Without hesitation, I ran over to my father trying my best to talk to him, but the clinic nurse protested. On perceiving the gestures from Dr. Ludther, who was standing right behind me, the clinic nurse walked away and left us alone. Soon it was only my father, my brother and I, just it had been minutes ago when I first had my contractions. Now, my father is on the mat awaiting his final departure from his material world.
My brother and I were with father right up to his last breath. It was on unfitting end to our relationship as father and son who have just been reunited. No goodbye though, my father did not even regain consciousness. All I could be grateful was that the serene look on his face assured me that he had no guilt in this life.
Although I had come to terms with my father's death, there was a feeling of incompleteness within me that craved fulfilment. While going through my father's "assets", my brother found his 'Last Will and Testament'. In spite of circumstances, it made both of us laugh.
"Brother!" yelled Steven, my younger brother the next morning.
"What?" I shouted back from the main entrance where I was observing the carrier carrying the rough wooden table into the lorry.
"Come and see what I've found!"
Thumping through the hall I anticipated from dead rats to fallen roofs. It was neither. In Steven's hand was a sheet of an old yellowish paper and he showed it to me. I read, in his large, cursive handwriting:
LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT - JOE RODRIGWEZ
To my beloved wife,
I leave a little of my income - My money
To my beloved son - Mark,
I leave a little of my much-loved earth - My artificial flowers
To my son - Steven,
I leave my favourite place of rest - My sleeping mat
To my whole family,
I hope to leave no feelings of rue,
To where I go in that place above,
I shall watch all of you forever with love.
It has been a year since my father left us and we both brothers have survived by the continuation of my father's business in Kuala Lumpur. My brother and I have opened a florist along Petaling Street.
Disclaimer : All the real names of places, people, and events have been altered or abbreviated to protect the innocent.
Tuesday, 16 October 2007
LoVe
Continuation article of 爱的领悟。。。
What is love? Benjamin Franklin once said "If you would be loved, love and be lovable." Love is something we all experience at least once in our life. There are many different meanings for the word 'love' and most people interpret it differently. The word 'love' as defined by the Webster's dictionary is "a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person."
On the other hand, love can also easily be defined as having a strong affection, devotion, passion, desire, warmth, respect and loyalty. It does not matter which of these words represents love because they are all the forms of love. Some of them are powerful and demand attention. while others are so precise as to be difficult to describe which is just below the surface.
Besides, love is sharing. Sharing is being honest about yourself and allowing other people involved in the relationship as to know who you really are. Being able to share your problems with your family and friends is the step in the right direction to a love route. As we could see, many marriages and friendships come to an abrupt and untimely and because the two parties could not communicate properly.
Sometimes, I wonder about love. I am sure everyone does, every now and then. I often ask myself, what exactly is love? At last, I am attempting to formulate this complex quixotic phenomenon. I admit that love is compassion. To me, in order to have love, one must first understand and share with one another.
Many people often think that they will be happy when they are in love. For example, there was a lovely old woman lying on her deathbed whose children rallied around her. She told them that "Everyone, no matter how secure they seem, no matter how old or young, how rich or poor had need of me." (Can field 117-118) In my opinion, love contributes happiness in a person's life.
Have you ever wondered, when you love someone you are not only caring about him as a person, but also his well-being. For example, when he is hurt, you will feel hurt and when he is in pain, you will also fell the pain too. The physical and emotional problems are not only his, but they are ours as well.
In another way, love has also been the plot of movies and stories. Love always motivates peace, but it also motivates tragedies. "O, speak again bright angel, for thou are as glorious to this night being over my head, as a winged messenger of heaven." These are the famous lines of Romeo Montague in the play 'Romeo and Juliet', by William Shakespeare. The two main characters, Romeo Montague and Juliet Capulet became the victims of Cupid's arrow after they met at a masquerade ball. As love started between them, the conflicts and tragedies in the story started.
In conclusion, love, to me, is still a buffing mystery as mysterious of the Bermuda Triangle. What do I say? I believe that there would be no definite definition acceptable to everyone. Love is uncontrollable, unexplainable and emotional. So, love has to be experienced in order to understand its meaning.
What is love? Benjamin Franklin once said "If you would be loved, love and be lovable." Love is something we all experience at least once in our life. There are many different meanings for the word 'love' and most people interpret it differently. The word 'love' as defined by the Webster's dictionary is "a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person."
On the other hand, love can also easily be defined as having a strong affection, devotion, passion, desire, warmth, respect and loyalty. It does not matter which of these words represents love because they are all the forms of love. Some of them are powerful and demand attention. while others are so precise as to be difficult to describe which is just below the surface.
Besides, love is sharing. Sharing is being honest about yourself and allowing other people involved in the relationship as to know who you really are. Being able to share your problems with your family and friends is the step in the right direction to a love route. As we could see, many marriages and friendships come to an abrupt and untimely and because the two parties could not communicate properly.
Sometimes, I wonder about love. I am sure everyone does, every now and then. I often ask myself, what exactly is love? At last, I am attempting to formulate this complex quixotic phenomenon. I admit that love is compassion. To me, in order to have love, one must first understand and share with one another.
Many people often think that they will be happy when they are in love. For example, there was a lovely old woman lying on her deathbed whose children rallied around her. She told them that "Everyone, no matter how secure they seem, no matter how old or young, how rich or poor had need of me." (Can field 117-118) In my opinion, love contributes happiness in a person's life.
Have you ever wondered, when you love someone you are not only caring about him as a person, but also his well-being. For example, when he is hurt, you will feel hurt and when he is in pain, you will also fell the pain too. The physical and emotional problems are not only his, but they are ours as well.
In another way, love has also been the plot of movies and stories. Love always motivates peace, but it also motivates tragedies. "O, speak again bright angel, for thou are as glorious to this night being over my head, as a winged messenger of heaven." These are the famous lines of Romeo Montague in the play 'Romeo and Juliet', by William Shakespeare. The two main characters, Romeo Montague and Juliet Capulet became the victims of Cupid's arrow after they met at a masquerade ball. As love started between them, the conflicts and tragedies in the story started.
In conclusion, love, to me, is still a buffing mystery as mysterious of the Bermuda Triangle. What do I say? I believe that there would be no definite definition acceptable to everyone. Love is uncontrollable, unexplainable and emotional. So, love has to be experienced in order to understand its meaning.
A Big Mistake
I had my P.A class in school this morning... It was like almost 1p.m when I had my lunch. I was so exhausted and I went for a nap. Anyway, the weather's gone bad in the evening. Heavy rain started pouring down from the sky.I was still sleeping at that time.... Suddenly.....
"Yee, wake up and help me!," yelled my mother.
I immediately woke up from my slender and run downstairs. I was shocked that I thought my mother wanted me to turn on the main switch from my house's electric box..... As when I ran downstairs, the whole house was dark and gloomy.... Only what I can see is just the main wooden door flattering with the brightness from the outside....
Then, my mother was like saying. "Can you help me to turn open the screw of the alarm box, I want to switch off the alarm...."Guess what, I knew it was my neighbours alarm ringing.... It always rings when it's striked by the thunder.....Gosh.... my mother was like saying.... "Shut up, it's our house alarm ringing....."I'm really fainting at that time.... Then, my mother called the person who fixed our house alarm...... Conclusion..... it was totally A Big MIstake!!!!
Words of advice : Never panic when there is an accident, stay CALM!!!
"Yee, wake up and help me!," yelled my mother.
I immediately woke up from my slender and run downstairs. I was shocked that I thought my mother wanted me to turn on the main switch from my house's electric box..... As when I ran downstairs, the whole house was dark and gloomy.... Only what I can see is just the main wooden door flattering with the brightness from the outside....
Then, my mother was like saying. "Can you help me to turn open the screw of the alarm box, I want to switch off the alarm...."Guess what, I knew it was my neighbours alarm ringing.... It always rings when it's striked by the thunder.....Gosh.... my mother was like saying.... "Shut up, it's our house alarm ringing....."I'm really fainting at that time.... Then, my mother called the person who fixed our house alarm...... Conclusion..... it was totally A Big MIstake!!!!
Words of advice : Never panic when there is an accident, stay CALM!!!
Monday, 15 October 2007
Only Human
悲（かな）しみの向（む）こう岸（きし）に 微笑（ほほえみ）があると言（い）うよ
たどり着（つ）くその先（さき）には 何（なに）が仆（ぼく）らを待（ま）ってる？
逃（に）げるためじゃなく 梦追（ゆめお）うために
旅（たび）に出（て）たはずさ 远（とう）い夏（なつ）のあの日（ひ）
明日（あした）さえ见（み）えたなら ため息（いき）もうないけど
流（なが）れに逆（さか）らう舟（ふね）のように
今（いま）は 前（まえ）へ进（すす）め
苦（くる）しみの尽（つ）きた场所（ばしょう）に 幸（しあわ）せが待（ま）つというよ
仆（ぼく）はまだ探（さが）している 季节（きせつ）はずれの向日葵（ひまわり）
こぶし握（にぎ）り缔（し）め 朝日（あさひ）を待（ま）ってば
赤（あか）い爪（つね）あとに 涙（なみだ） キラリ 落（お）ちる
孤独（こどく）にも惯（な）れたなら 月明（つきあ）かり頼（たよ）りに
羽根（はね）なき翼（つばさ）で飞（と）び立（た）とう
もっと 前（あえ）へ进（すす）め
雨云（あめくも）が切（き）れたなら 濡（ぬ）れた道（みち） 辉（かかや）く
暗（やみ）だけが教（おし）えてくれる
强（つよ）い 强い 光（ひかり）
强（つよ）く 前（まえ）へ进（すす）め
たどり着（つ）くその先（さき）には 何（なに）が仆（ぼく）らを待（ま）ってる？
逃（に）げるためじゃなく 梦追（ゆめお）うために
旅（たび）に出（て）たはずさ 远（とう）い夏（なつ）のあの日（ひ）
明日（あした）さえ见（み）えたなら ため息（いき）もうないけど
流（なが）れに逆（さか）らう舟（ふね）のように
今（いま）は 前（まえ）へ进（すす）め
苦（くる）しみの尽（つ）きた场所（ばしょう）に 幸（しあわ）せが待（ま）つというよ
仆（ぼく）はまだ探（さが）している 季节（きせつ）はずれの向日葵（ひまわり）
こぶし握（にぎ）り缔（し）め 朝日（あさひ）を待（ま）ってば
赤（あか）い爪（つね）あとに 涙（なみだ） キラリ 落（お）ちる
孤独（こどく）にも惯（な）れたなら 月明（つきあ）かり頼（たよ）りに
羽根（はね）なき翼（つばさ）で飞（と）び立（た）とう
もっと 前（あえ）へ进（すす）め
雨云（あめくも）が切（き）れたなら 濡（ぬ）れた道（みち） 辉（かかや）く
暗（やみ）だけが教（おし）えてくれる
强（つよ）い 强い 光（ひかり）
强（つよ）く 前（まえ）へ进（すす）め
Things That You Never Know Your Cellphone Could Do
There are a few things that can be done in times of grave emergencies.
Your mobile phone can actually be a life saver or an emergency tool for survival. Check out the things that you can do with it:
Your mobile phone can actually be a life saver or an emergency tool for survival. Check out the things that you can do with it:
- The emergency number worldwide for mobile phone is 112
If you find yourself our of coverage area of your mobile network and there is an emergency, dial 112 and the mobile willsearch any existing network to establish the emergency number for you, and interestingly this number 112 can be dialed even if the keypad is locked. - Have you locked your keys in the car? does your car have remote key?
This may come in handy someday. Good reason to own a cell phone. If you lock your keys in the car and the spare kets are at home, call someone at home on their cell phone from your cell phone. Hold your cell phone about a foot from your car door and have the person at your home press the unlock button, holding it near the mobile phone on their end. Your car will unlock. Save someone from having to drive your keys to you. Distance is no object. You could be hundreds of miles away and if you can reach someone who has the other 'remote' for your car, you can unlock the doors (or the trunk) - Hidden battery power
Imagine your cell battery is very low, you are expecting an important call and you don't have a charger. Nokia instument comes with a reserve battery. To activate, press the keys *3370#. Your cell will restart with whis reserve and the instrument will show a 50% increase in battery. This reserve will get charged when you charge your cell next time. - How to disable a STOLEN mobile phone?
To check your mobile phone's serial number, key in the following digits on your phone:
*#06#
A 15 digit code will appear on the screen. This number is unique to your handset. Write it down and keep it somewhere safe. When your phone get stolen, you can phone your service provider and give them this code. They will then be able to block your handset so even if the thief changes the SIM card, your phone will be totally useless. You probably won't get your phone back, but at least you know that whoever stole it can't use/sell it either. If everybody does this, there would be no point in people stealing mobile phones.
Friday, 12 October 2007
Raya Holidays....
Ok... Looks like i'm going to have a school break from tomorrow (13/10) till 23/10...
I think this includes my study break...
So, recently i've been busy rushing myself to the computer lab...
Anyway, i've already took 2 computer CCA paper....
Photoshop and Advanced Spreadsheet.... I guess, nobody's like me...
Taking 3 paper at one go in Form 5....
Great... i've been so enjoying myself in the computer lab...
Getting to know the new teacher, and the assistant (also named Jennifer)...
Some people say she's quite "elsy".....
Trust me, if you really get to know her well... she would be a great friend with you....
Hahaha... here's a secret about her.... She's from Malacca....
Ok... i'm writing this here now...
Couting down of the days of SPM.... It's really getting nearer and nearer....
The days left only about 1 month... OMG!!!
Honestly... I'm really scared as I'm really not well prepared....
Gosh... i've been really working hard to achieve my target...
Anyway, i can say i've already achieve my target in the trials....
Next, i guess i would be going to have a phobia of English Lit...
I really regretted that i took this subject...
The words that came out from Ms. Bahiyah's mouth really makes me to be hating it!!!
She said "You can't make all these silly mistakes...."
"I'm sorry I have to be stern!!!"
Ok fine.... whatever...
What should I do? Should i just drop this paper on the exam day or???
Wishing all SPM students, study hard and study smart!!!
GOOD LUCK!!
I think this includes my study break...
So, recently i've been busy rushing myself to the computer lab...
Anyway, i've already took 2 computer CCA paper....
Photoshop and Advanced Spreadsheet.... I guess, nobody's like me...
Taking 3 paper at one go in Form 5....
Great... i've been so enjoying myself in the computer lab...
Getting to know the new teacher, and the assistant (also named Jennifer)...
Some people say she's quite "elsy".....
Trust me, if you really get to know her well... she would be a great friend with you....
Hahaha... here's a secret about her.... She's from Malacca....
Ok... i'm writing this here now...
Couting down of the days of SPM.... It's really getting nearer and nearer....
The days left only about 1 month... OMG!!!
Honestly... I'm really scared as I'm really not well prepared....
Gosh... i've been really working hard to achieve my target...
Anyway, i can say i've already achieve my target in the trials....
Next, i guess i would be going to have a phobia of English Lit...
I really regretted that i took this subject...
The words that came out from Ms. Bahiyah's mouth really makes me to be hating it!!!
She said "You can't make all these silly mistakes...."
"I'm sorry I have to be stern!!!"
Ok fine.... whatever...
What should I do? Should i just drop this paper on the exam day or???
Wishing all SPM students, study hard and study smart!!!
GOOD LUCK!!
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