I know.
I know it’s been awhile.
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I got petrol in my head.
Went to the petrol station this morning, and thought the petrol price had gone down yesterday. The price displayed at the pump was RM2.30, and I thought .. OOOh OOOH .. petrol price did go down.
Till I decided to look it up ..
And it’s actually tomorrow.
DONG DONG.
Pumped full tank too. :(
I would have saves RM5.XX had I waited till tomorrow to refill. Sigh.
Chris Tomlin - Uncreated One
It’s odd that some of my friends don’t call anymore, after I got together with Elizabeth. As much as I try and avoid that fact .. it still haunts me.
It’s not that I’m unreachable, uncontactable, un-going-out-able anymore ..
And it’s not that I don’t call them either .. just that .. they don’t call back. For those who do, I’m so glad I have you!
Sigh.
Is it just me?
Check the video out …
What do you think it is? Leave a comment!
Sorry, dudes and dudettes!
Lack of updates, but there are many updates! Wait for one tonight. Or tomorrow morning. :p
I’m still alive.
Some things to praise God for:
- I still have a job.
- I’m still on a payroll.
- New gadget! Wait for the update!
- Concentrating on playing guitar, and returning to basics!
Later!
Whoa, I remember writing about Picasa a while back, but the new version is out and it rocks!
Check out one of the 5 new collage options!
Made it specially for Alvina.
Just cause she conquered Bukit Tabur.
“If”
By: Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream–and not make dreams your master,
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!
I’ve been pretty melancholic recently. Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?
Here’s what I used to be. Ironic.
.. like him.
He had nothing above him but four tanks of kerosene and nothing below him but the cold waters of the English Channel. But Yves Rossy leapt from a plane and into the record books on Friday, crossing the channel on a homemade jet-propelled wing.
Taken from here.
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