Today going to Tesco Mall. ^^
Buy study table, study chair, stationary set, book, Maggi Cup, Milo, clothe hanger, and other, for my place stay at KL. Total spending is RM 200 ... Walao!!! Bankrupt already.. T.T
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
9/04/2012
Today playing badminton with classmate at Centre Point, Malacca. From 12.00pm to 2.00pm. Later going to Ocean Mall, my friend bought a PC games. After return to home, my both leg and hand very pain!!! T.T
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Guess what mean?
I giving your a clue, have you all got listen a english song by James Blunt before.
Bored & Tired
Very boring and tired.
Nothing to do whole day.
Wish I can go travel to Korea.
Find new friend and relationship.
Nothing to do whole day.
Wish I can go travel to Korea.
Find new friend and relationship.
Vietnam Trip (March)
I wearing the emperor clothe...
I am the Great Emperor of Vietnam.. Hahaha
And with my two wife.. Hehehe
P.S just kidding hehehe
I am the Great Emperor of Vietnam.. Hahaha
And with my two wife.. Hehehe
P.S just kidding hehehe
Stick Fortune
Today going to temple praying..
I use my IPad to play the stick fortune.
And I get this word. But I don't know how to read Chinese.. What it mean ??
I use my IPad to play the stick fortune.
And I get this word. But I don't know how to read Chinese.. What it mean ??
To be or not to be, William Shakespeare
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream; Ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes Calamity of so long life:
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,
The Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Contumely, [F:poor]
The pangs of despised Love, the Law’s delay, [F:disprized]
The insolence of Office, and the Spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin? Who would Fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered Country, from whose bourn
No Traveller returns, Puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all,
And thus the Native hue of Resolution
Is sicklied o'er, with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment, [F:pith]
With this regard their Currents turn awry, [F:away]
And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia? Nymph, in thy Orisons
Be all my sins remembered.[1]
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream; Ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes Calamity of so long life:
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,
The Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Contumely, [F:poor]
The pangs of despised Love, the Law’s delay, [F:disprized]
The insolence of Office, and the Spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin? Who would Fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered Country, from whose bourn
No Traveller returns, Puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all,
And thus the Native hue of Resolution
Is sicklied o'er, with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment, [F:pith]
With this regard their Currents turn awry, [F:away]
And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia? Nymph, in thy Orisons
Be all my sins remembered.[1]
8/4/2012
This few weeks I was avoiding someone... T.T
I don't reply the message and answer the call from that person.
I'm avoiding is a best way for me and good for that person.
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