According to the Mayan calendar, the world is set to end today, 21st December 2012. Although is was predicted, It certainly hasn't happened yet! At any rate, the countdown I found online predicts that the world will end in more or less ONE hour (THIS LINK) I find it rather hard to believe but it is raining where I am right now, maybe so, maybe not.
My thoughts on the subject are that:
1) The Earth won't be destroyed or anything as ridiculous as that, coz I have yet to find my soulmate, wherever he/she may be.
2) The likelihood of a sudden comet or asteroid or meteor of some sort appearing, would have been all over the news, but I haven't heard a peep.
3) To those who wish to be unconscious throughout the 'last' hour, try getting Ran (Detective Conan) angry O.o (This entered my head because of a YouTube vid I'm watching now) :P
Anyway, signing off for now,
~Feebs98~
Friday, December 21, 2012
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Sudoku Championship
Hi, back again. Last Sunday, my mom entered a Sudoku Competition at the Summit. She entered two categories (One Sudoku and Open Category) and received consolation prizes for both. I wanted to join but then I'm so slow that I probably wouldn't win anything at all o_O
Anyway, this end of year holidays has been both fun and boring. It's fun because I get to use my computer all day but boring because even now I have holiday homework set by my school. Oh well, gotta go for now.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
SMK Bukit Jelutong School Song Lyrics
Hey, this is for future SMKBJ students, I hope this helps.
Lagu Sekolah
Komposer: Pn Loo Lai Kuen
SMK Bukit Jelutong,
Pusat kecemerlangan ilmu,
Pendidikan yang berkualiti,
Melahirkan insan cemerlang,
Kami pemangkin masa hadapan,
Mendukung misi sekolah,
Guru cemerlang, pelajar gemilang,
Sekolahku sentiasa gemilang,
Proaktif dan beretika,
Cogan kata sekolah kita,
Terus gigih berusaha,
Maju jaya dalam semua bidang,
SMK Bukit Jelutong,
Pusat kecemerlangan ilmu,
Penjana generasi terbilang,
Kecemerlanganmu kebangaan kita.
Proaktif dan beretika,
Cogan kata sekolah kita,
Terus gigih berusaha,
Maju jaya dalam semua bidang,
SMK Bukit Jelutong,
Pusat kecemerlangan ilmu,
Penjana generasi terbilang,
Kecemerlanganmu kebangaan kita.
May all future SMKBJ students succeed in school.
Lagu Sekolah
Komposer: Pn Loo Lai Kuen
SMK Bukit Jelutong,
Pusat kecemerlangan ilmu,
Pendidikan yang berkualiti,
Melahirkan insan cemerlang,
Kami pemangkin masa hadapan,
Mendukung misi sekolah,
Guru cemerlang, pelajar gemilang,
Sekolahku sentiasa gemilang,
Proaktif dan beretika,
Cogan kata sekolah kita,
Terus gigih berusaha,
Maju jaya dalam semua bidang,
SMK Bukit Jelutong,
Pusat kecemerlangan ilmu,
Penjana generasi terbilang,
Kecemerlanganmu kebangaan kita.
Proaktif dan beretika,
Cogan kata sekolah kita,
Terus gigih berusaha,
Maju jaya dalam semua bidang,
SMK Bukit Jelutong,
Pusat kecemerlangan ilmu,
Penjana generasi terbilang,
Kecemerlanganmu kebangaan kita.
May all future SMKBJ students succeed in school.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Pre-Birthday Trip to Genting
Hi, back again. I know, it hasn't been very long but still a lot has happened to me this last three days. This trip has been a bittersweet experience that I DO NOT want to relive, even in my dreams. Even typing it here will trigger my tear glands. Anyway, excluding that 'event' I had a great time going on many rides, except roller coasters. Hate to admit it, but I'm afraid of the speed and momentum that comes with the roller coaster.
The following is a list of rides I went on, with no particular order:
Come to think of it, my parents and I watched the Formula One race in our hotel room on the 4th. As a Kimi Raikkonen/Felipe Massa/Ferrari major fan, I find the race satisfying. Boo you, Hamilton !!!
I hope no one is offended by any of my posts, for I really don't mean to offend anyone. Hopefully, by the time I go back to my hometown next week, I'd have gotten over my 'event' and can thoroughly enjoy myself there.
Till next time, Au revoir ;p
The following is a list of rides I went on, with no particular order:
- Bumper Boat
- Indoor Mini Train
- Matahari Ferris Wheel
- Dinosaurland
- Euro Express (Only exception roller-coaster-wise)
- Adult Bumper Car (Yes, I'm tall enough)
- Antique Car (2nd brother drove)
- Fun Kart (Bumpy with no suspension)
- 4D Motion Master ('The Little Prince' is a heart-warming story indeed)
- Gondola Rio Float
- Outdoor Mini Train
Come to think of it, my parents and I watched the Formula One race in our hotel room on the 4th. As a Kimi Raikkonen/Felipe Massa/Ferrari major fan, I find the race satisfying. Boo you, Hamilton !!!
I hope no one is offended by any of my posts, for I really don't mean to offend anyone. Hopefully, by the time I go back to my hometown next week, I'd have gotten over my 'event' and can thoroughly enjoy myself there.
Till next time, Au revoir ;p
Friday, November 2, 2012
Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone Chapter 1 Part 2
Nothing written below belongs to me. All copyright belongs to J. K. Rowling and Bloomsbury.
But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in cloaks. Mr Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes - the get-ups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by. They were whispering excitedly together. Mr Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why,that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald-green cloak! The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr. Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt - these people had to be collecting for something ... yes, that would be it. The traffic moved on, and a few minutes later, Mr Dursley arrived in the Grunnings car park, his mind back on drills.
Mr Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadn't, he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning. He didn't see the owls sweeping past in broad daylight, though people on the street did; they pointed and gazed open-mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead. Most had never seen an owl even at night-time. Mr Dursley, however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made several important telephone calls and shouted a bit more. He was in a very good morning until lunch-time, when he thought he'd stretch his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a bun from the baker's opposite.
He'd forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the baker's. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy. This lot were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin. It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying.
'The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard -'
'-yes, their son, Harry -'
Mr Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it.
He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary to not disturb him, seized his telephone and had almost finished dialling his home number when he changed his mind. He put the receiver back down and stroked his moustache, thinking ... no, he was being stupid. Potter wasn't an unusual name. He was sure there were lots of people called Potter who had a son named Harry. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his nephew was called Harry. He'd never even seen the boy. It might have been Harvey. Or Harold. There was no point in worrying Mrs Dursley, she always got so upset at any mention of her sister. He didn't blame her - if he'd had a sister like that ... but all the same. those people in cloaks ...
He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon, and when he left the building at five o'clock, he was still so worried that he walked straight into someone just outside the door.
'Sorry,' he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell. It was a few seconds before Mr Dursley realised that the man was wearing a violet cloak. He didn't seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the ground. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice that made passers-by stare: 'Don;t be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggles such as yourself should be celebrating, this happy, happy day!'
And the old man hugged Mr Dursley around the middle and walked off.
Mr Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger. He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that was. He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination.
As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw - and it didn't improve his mood - was the tabby cat he'd spotted that morning. It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure it was the same one; it had the same markings around it's eyes.
'Shoo!' said Mr Dursley loudly.
The cat didn't move. It just gave him a stern look. Was this normal cat behaviour, Mr Dursley wondered. Trying to pull himself together. he let himself into the house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife.
Mrs Dursley had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all about Mrs Next Door's problems with her daughter and how Dudley had learnt a new word ('Shan't!'). Mr Dursley tried to act normally. When Dudley had been put to bed, he went into the living-room in time to catch the last report on the evening news:
'And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that the nation's owls have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been thousands of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern.' The news reader allowed himself a grin. 'Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim?'
'Well, Ted,' said the weatherman, 'I don't know about that, but it's not only the owls that have been acting strangely today. Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of shooting stars! Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early - it's not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight.'
Mr Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over Britain? Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place? And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters ...
Mrs Dursley came into the living-room carrying two cups of tea. It was no good. He'd have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nervously, 'Er - Petunia, dear - you haven't heard from your sister lately, have you?
As he had expected, Mrs Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all, they usually pretended she didn't have a sister.
'No,' she said sharply. 'Why?'
'Funny stuff on the news,' Mr Dursley mumbled. 'Owls ... shooting stars ... and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today ...
'So?' snapped Mrs Dursley.
'Well, I thought ... maybe ... it had something to do with ... you know ... her lot.'
Well, here's part 2. To those reading my blog, please comment and give your opinion on my posting this. NONE of the above material belongs to me !!! ALL belongs to J. K. Rowling and Bloomsbury.
But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in cloaks. Mr Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes - the get-ups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by. They were whispering excitedly together. Mr Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why,that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald-green cloak! The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr. Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt - these people had to be collecting for something ... yes, that would be it. The traffic moved on, and a few minutes later, Mr Dursley arrived in the Grunnings car park, his mind back on drills.
Mr Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadn't, he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning. He didn't see the owls sweeping past in broad daylight, though people on the street did; they pointed and gazed open-mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead. Most had never seen an owl even at night-time. Mr Dursley, however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made several important telephone calls and shouted a bit more. He was in a very good morning until lunch-time, when he thought he'd stretch his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a bun from the baker's opposite.
He'd forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the baker's. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy. This lot were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin. It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying.
'The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard -'
'-yes, their son, Harry -'
Mr Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it.
He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary to not disturb him, seized his telephone and had almost finished dialling his home number when he changed his mind. He put the receiver back down and stroked his moustache, thinking ... no, he was being stupid. Potter wasn't an unusual name. He was sure there were lots of people called Potter who had a son named Harry. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his nephew was called Harry. He'd never even seen the boy. It might have been Harvey. Or Harold. There was no point in worrying Mrs Dursley, she always got so upset at any mention of her sister. He didn't blame her - if he'd had a sister like that ... but all the same. those people in cloaks ...
He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon, and when he left the building at five o'clock, he was still so worried that he walked straight into someone just outside the door.
'Sorry,' he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell. It was a few seconds before Mr Dursley realised that the man was wearing a violet cloak. He didn't seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the ground. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice that made passers-by stare: 'Don;t be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggles such as yourself should be celebrating, this happy, happy day!'
And the old man hugged Mr Dursley around the middle and walked off.
Mr Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger. He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that was. He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination.
As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw - and it didn't improve his mood - was the tabby cat he'd spotted that morning. It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure it was the same one; it had the same markings around it's eyes.
'Shoo!' said Mr Dursley loudly.
The cat didn't move. It just gave him a stern look. Was this normal cat behaviour, Mr Dursley wondered. Trying to pull himself together. he let himself into the house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife.
Mrs Dursley had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all about Mrs Next Door's problems with her daughter and how Dudley had learnt a new word ('Shan't!'). Mr Dursley tried to act normally. When Dudley had been put to bed, he went into the living-room in time to catch the last report on the evening news:
'And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that the nation's owls have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been thousands of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern.' The news reader allowed himself a grin. 'Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim?'
'Well, Ted,' said the weatherman, 'I don't know about that, but it's not only the owls that have been acting strangely today. Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of shooting stars! Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early - it's not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight.'
Mr Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over Britain? Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place? And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters ...
Mrs Dursley came into the living-room carrying two cups of tea. It was no good. He'd have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nervously, 'Er - Petunia, dear - you haven't heard from your sister lately, have you?
As he had expected, Mrs Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all, they usually pretended she didn't have a sister.
'No,' she said sharply. 'Why?'
'Funny stuff on the news,' Mr Dursley mumbled. 'Owls ... shooting stars ... and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today ...
'So?' snapped Mrs Dursley.
'Well, I thought ... maybe ... it had something to do with ... you know ... her lot.'
Well, here's part 2. To those reading my blog, please comment and give your opinion on my posting this. NONE of the above material belongs to me !!! ALL belongs to J. K. Rowling and Bloomsbury.
Friday, October 26, 2012
Exemplary essay
Hi, it's in the middle of the exams, but I'm posting this for my fellow classmates who are studying for the coming English examination. This essay is titled 'How We Can Help Conserve Turtles'.
Sea turtle are the apples of Malaysia's eyes and have been around for millions of years, perhaps even since the dinosaurs were still alive. However, recently the population of turtles has decreased dramatically and is now an endangered species. We need to establish methods to preserve and conserve these animals as they have as much right to live on Earth as we do.
First off, we can stop polluting the oceans and seas where the turtles live. To accomplish this, we could stop using certain items such as plastic bags, balloons and cling wrap because by reducing usage of these items, we are actually hindering from throwing these items into the sea. This step has a big impact because turtles eat jellyfish. Imagine that you are a turtle living in nearly pitch black areas which swims about and feels a squishy item resembling jellyfish then swallows it whole. If that item were a plastic bag, the turtle will eventually die. We can prevent this by using paper bags, or better yet, avoid throwing these things into the sea at all.
Next, we can also promptly stop eating turtle eggs. When people eat these eggs, it does not hurt to wonder if their conscience is evoked because they are actually further endangering this animal's chances of survival. Baby turtles will take donkey's years to hatch out of the eggs. For example, if 100 eggs are laid and saved by a wildlife committee, assuming none break prematurely, an estimated 80 babies will be released. Out of this 80, maybe only only 15 or less will make it to the ocean without being killed first by predators such as dogs and seagulls searching for food on the beach.
Then, we should never keep sea turtles as domestic pets. Instead, we should grant them freedom and release them into their natural habitat. We should just observe their growth from afar because in captivity, the sea turtles cannot breed. This factor also contributes to the reason turtles are slowly vanishing. Learn about the sea turtles' natural habitats and help town officials to preserve the aforementioned habitats to ensure that the sea turtles are comfortable and healthy. We can also contribute by donating money to help save the nature preserves.
Last but not least, we cam hold campaigns nationwide to spread awareness amongst others, particularly those who see turtle eggs as delicacies. The campaigns can teach others on how to value the sea turtles while they still exist and as such, to preserve and conserve the remaining sea turtles.
As a conclusion, we should call it a day where endangering sea turtles are concerned. We should not act as cool as cucumbers while the number of turtles in our country steadily decreases day by day. In short, we should implement the above methods to save our world's turtles from extinction.
Written by: Danessri, Yee Cheng, Nur Addiana and Phoebe.
To those in 2 Sigma, I'm sure you remember this essay received 24/25 marks, so I hope this essay will help you to achieve high marks in the English Language paper on Monday. Good luck everyone !!!
Sea turtle are the apples of Malaysia's eyes and have been around for millions of years, perhaps even since the dinosaurs were still alive. However, recently the population of turtles has decreased dramatically and is now an endangered species. We need to establish methods to preserve and conserve these animals as they have as much right to live on Earth as we do.
First off, we can stop polluting the oceans and seas where the turtles live. To accomplish this, we could stop using certain items such as plastic bags, balloons and cling wrap because by reducing usage of these items, we are actually hindering from throwing these items into the sea. This step has a big impact because turtles eat jellyfish. Imagine that you are a turtle living in nearly pitch black areas which swims about and feels a squishy item resembling jellyfish then swallows it whole. If that item were a plastic bag, the turtle will eventually die. We can prevent this by using paper bags, or better yet, avoid throwing these things into the sea at all.
Next, we can also promptly stop eating turtle eggs. When people eat these eggs, it does not hurt to wonder if their conscience is evoked because they are actually further endangering this animal's chances of survival. Baby turtles will take donkey's years to hatch out of the eggs. For example, if 100 eggs are laid and saved by a wildlife committee, assuming none break prematurely, an estimated 80 babies will be released. Out of this 80, maybe only only 15 or less will make it to the ocean without being killed first by predators such as dogs and seagulls searching for food on the beach.
Then, we should never keep sea turtles as domestic pets. Instead, we should grant them freedom and release them into their natural habitat. We should just observe their growth from afar because in captivity, the sea turtles cannot breed. This factor also contributes to the reason turtles are slowly vanishing. Learn about the sea turtles' natural habitats and help town officials to preserve the aforementioned habitats to ensure that the sea turtles are comfortable and healthy. We can also contribute by donating money to help save the nature preserves.
Last but not least, we cam hold campaigns nationwide to spread awareness amongst others, particularly those who see turtle eggs as delicacies. The campaigns can teach others on how to value the sea turtles while they still exist and as such, to preserve and conserve the remaining sea turtles.
As a conclusion, we should call it a day where endangering sea turtles are concerned. We should not act as cool as cucumbers while the number of turtles in our country steadily decreases day by day. In short, we should implement the above methods to save our world's turtles from extinction.
Written by: Danessri, Yee Cheng, Nur Addiana and Phoebe.
To those in 2 Sigma, I'm sure you remember this essay received 24/25 marks, so I hope this essay will help you to achieve high marks in the English Language paper on Monday. Good luck everyone !!!
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Another painting
Hi, back again. To those who have been reading my blog, I'm still hoping for comments. Here's another painting I did. Honest, I painted them myself. These pictures are mine, DON'T you copy it as your own !!!
On that note, may you please comment :-)
And, because the most views come from Japan and I'm learning Japanese on my own,
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Friday, October 5, 2012
Evaluate painting
Hi, I recently created this painting for fun. Asking my parents and relatives to rate it was a fruitless attempt as they refused to comment further than giving me a lecture on "Beauty is the eye of the beholder"... Well, by posting this I hope to see some comments on it soon. ;-)
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone Chapter 1 Part 1
NONE of the content below belongs to me, ALL copyright belongs to J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury !!! This will be posted in parts one at a time.
CHAPTER 1 : The Boy Who Lived
Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were very proud to say they were prefectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.
Mr Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large moustache. Mrs Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbours. The Dursleys had a small son named Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.
The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their biggest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs Potter was Mrs Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be. The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbours would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a small son, too, but they had never even seen him. this boy was another reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that.
When Mr and Mrs Dursley woke up on the dull, grey Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. Mr Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work and Mrs Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair.
None of them noticed a large tawny owl flutter past the window.
At half past eight, Mr Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs Dursley on the cheek and tried to kiss Dudley goodbye but missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls. 'Little tyke,' chortled Mr Dudley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four's drive.
It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar - a cat reading a map. For a second, Mr Dursley didn't realise what he had seen - then he jerked his head around to look again. There was a tabby cat standing of the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light. Mr Dursley blinked at the cat. It stared back. As Mr Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive - no, looking at the sign; cats couldn't read maps or signs. Mr Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove towards town he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day.
That's all for now. Remember, NONE of this belongs to me, All belongs to J. K. Rowling and Bloomsbury !!!
Friday, September 14, 2012
Long Weekend
Hie, hence the title, the weekend's finally here, and because of Malaysia Day on Sunday, its a looong weekend, PERFECT to do extra homework ;P Exams not quite here yet, so, I can relax a bit.
To any of those who know me, I'm sure the post Introduction is a little far-fetched, but I assure you, I still listen to my parents.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Intro
Hi, I'm an average gal who listens to her parents. I just got permission to do this, so if you have any comments, I'll be pleased to read them :)
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