Wednesday, December 08, 2010

Chasing After You (Flying Shoes)

Before you listen, please be aware of the background of all this. I wrote this during Sem III exam, Malay A1 (around 1st December 2010) because I had half an hour of nothing to do since I had finished my paper very quickly due to my not knowing what to write about the darned "Pasar Perasaan" puisi. So I wrote this because I was feeling emo and all.

BUT after that, stuff happened, and so I realised that I really was going to be chasing the wind because some stuff just wouldn't work out. BUT I'd already written the song and it would be such a WASTE to not record it, you know? So I recorded it on 8th December 2010 (today) and viola! I liked it.

Bottom line, if you're angry at me then please do realise that I (probably) don't mean what I'm singing at least not in the way I was feeling it before the stuff happened.

Chasing After You (Flying Shoes)
by Samuel K Lis 2010

I could spend a lifetime chasing after you
Do you think you’d be mine
Tell me what to do

I’ve done all I can to be a better man
Would you even consider
Giving me a nudge so I’d go on

I could run a lightyear chasing after you
So, run away my dear
Even to the moon

I think I’ll still be chasing
I’ll still be racing
Trying to catch you because it seems
That I’ll never be good enough for you

Would you like a pair of flying shoes
So you could fly away and never see me again
Well then I’d get a ship and sail the thousand seas
Cos I’ll still be chasing after you

I’ll tell you now
Just so you don’t forget
Until I crash and die of heartache
You know I won’t relent

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Cool Biology

Guess what this is:

This is a protein channel for a single potassium ion for action potential (nerve impulses)! Is Biology super funky or what?

Wednesday, August 04, 2010



Plagiarism has become almost like a swear word in college; a taboo subject that teachers speak of with such horror-filled voices, that each and every soul will vow never to even think about plagiarizing.

Plagiarism is "the use or close imitation of the language and thoughts of another author and the representation of them as one's own original work". (from Wikipedia)

Unfortunately, most of the 9-and-counting students who were accused of plagiarism probably didn't know (i.e. were not aware, did not think of it as such, did not intentionally do it) that what they did was so wrong that their diplomas could be stripped way in the snap of a finger.

It could be due to forgetting to cite a reference, or saying something on top of your head that you've read somewhere but forgotten where or thought it was your own idea, or incorrect format of citation, or forgetting to quote with " " , or whatever.

Scary, hmm?

Friday, June 04, 2010

A Hopeless Ambition

Alrighto, a new song from me! Hehe.

A Hopeless Ambition
by Samuel K Lis
*written on 21st May 2010 during IB Sem II Biology Paper 1, and recorded 4th June 2010

I want to be a part of your life
I want you to think of me at night
And when you see my smile
Even just for a while
It’s like my eyes light a fire in your soul

But it’s a dream, a mission
A hopeless ambition
To get you to love me
Cos you won’t even look at me
A heart-breaking vision
For this hopeless ambition of mine

I would break my piggy bank for you
But not my bank account too
Just to hear you say “I love you”
If I’m just gonna be your number two

But it’s a dream, a mission
A hopeless ambition
To get you to love me
Cos you won’t even look at me
A heart-breaking vision
For this hopeless ambition of mine

Would you even hear me say
What I really want to say
Would you even let me hold you
Even just for a day
Would you be my shinning star
Though I’m near yet so far
Would you just take the chance
Just let me drive you in my car

But then one day you will regret your decision
For not giving me that one chance
To fill your life with burning passion
Because one day I’ll be famous
And I won’t even give you one glance

But it’s a dream, a mission
A hopeless ambition
To get you to love me
Cos you won’t even look at me
A heart-breaking vision
For this hopeless ambition of mine

Saturday, May 08, 2010

I Feel Like This

I Wish It Could Be The Same

At long last, after many months, I have recorded a new song, but not just any song at the spur of the moment, but it was something that happened over the last two days that has deeply affected me. If you were involved you know what I am talking about; I hope this can tell you how much I hope that the future will hold so much better things.

I Wish It Could Be The Same

One day I was minding my own business
Doing things the way I used to do
Then suddenly a bolt fell down upon my table
And everything became so blue

Things change and we’re not the same
It’s not so fun like it used to be
It’s obvious that we’re so different now
No more laughing you and me

I wish it could all be the same again
But what is done cannot be erased
Yet there’s so much to learn and to gain
Don’t let this go to waste

Some people love some people and some people don’t get along
But we’re really no different at all
We’re kids trying to find our place among other people
Some are short and some are tall

I wonder if it makes you hate me
And I hope it doesn’t, nor make you cry
We’re all trying to learn and grow together
And together we will get by

It was all an honest mistake
I never meant to hurt you
But then again I know I was wrong
How can I make it up to you?

At the end of the long, long day
When it’s all been said and done
Could there possibly be a way
To bring back the shinning sun?

Chorus 2:
I want to make it sweet again
But I can only see the rain
Do you think that time can make it well?
That, only time can tell
That, only time can tell

Sunday, April 11, 2010

How To Survive At JPAM Camp A Little Better Than I Did

by Samuel K Lis

I was in the first batch of JPAM camp, which was arduous but interesting. If you’re spoilt you may want to steel your nerves and ready yourself for quite a good deal of discomfort, pain and tiredness. But for those adventurous kids out there, you’re in the right place! Here are some of the things you should bring, which I wished I did, to make your two-day stay at Kem Alim a little bit more comfortable.

1. More than one pair of shoes and socks. If it rains, your shoes will get wet, and walking around in wet shoes and socks is very not comfortable nor hygienic. Socks get smelly really fast, so bring more.

2. Lots and lots of shirts, shorts, etc. Unless you’re like Pa’an who pretty much wore the same shirt the whole camp, but shirts get wet and smelly really quick. Again, if it rains you suffer. The weather can be harshly cold and hot quickly, so be ready!

3. They weren’t kidding when they said bring raincoat and torchlight. You will definitely need it sooner than you think.

4. Portable fan – battery operated one. When it’s not raining, and you want to sleep in the tent, and it’s hot and stuffy, you may be thankful you brought a fan along.

5. Insect repellent and ointment is a must.

6. More than one towel, and a bed sheet if you are afraid of dirt. But discomfort is unavoidable, so bear with the hard ground to sleep on.

7. Don’t bother bringing electronics or money because you won’t and can’t use it. Phones will be confiscated.

8. Lot of water. Unless you trust the water cooler – I don’t.

9. Dry food like biscuits. Because if you get hungry at night they don’t give you anything.

10. A positive attitude. It gets tough to stay positive by the next “morning” but once you feel like to die, don’t worry, the worst is probably over.

I survived JPAM camp! So can you!

Tuesday, April 06, 2010

Dexter Green

An Excerpt from the Diary of Dexter Green

14 December 1956, New York

Dear Diary

I once loved Judy Jones. I have just heard from a man I bitterly call a friend – Devlin, his name was. He gave me news that my dear Judy Jones has gone off and married some man named Lud Simms. I’ve heard of the marriage, no doubt, but his description of her, I could not believe. I thought maybe he was just another heart that was set to be broken all over again, but no – it appears as if she loves that Lud man.

Devlin told me that Judy Jones – the most beautiful creature I have ever set eyes upon whose slender lips, down-turning, dropping to mine engulfed me in such passionate moments back in those days, yes, the woman who caused me to break off my engagement with Irene Scheerer – has become a dull woman who sits at home while her husband drinks and parties all over town. How could that be? I had a wild impulse to take a train down to Detroit at once. Yet from Devlin’s description, I could not sense the burning fire and beauty of Judy Jones I once came to know and love. She’s faded, he said. She’s faded. Like many other women who fade just like that.

There was a sense of dullness that came upon me that moment. I had an urge to get myself very drunk to forget all the anguish and desperate emptiness roaring deep within. When Devlin left – thank goodness he performed that gratuitous yet kind act quickly – I looked out the window and saw the sun sink into the dull shades of pink and gold, like Judy setting into pale nothingness.

I thought that I had nothing else to lose, but now I’ve lost something more. It did not matter to me that I could not marry Judy. But what difference would it make, I wonder, if I had married her, and find that she would have just as much faded away before my very eyes? It was my dream, my winter dream that I had lost forever. My dream that I could have the best things in life, where Judy was one of those “things” I craved for, loved passionately, and found myself obsessed with. Judy Jones, whose passionate kisses and melancholic eyes set me afire and whose freshness was like dew in the morning. Yet I found, that they have gone away, like my winter dreams – vanished.

I cried bitterly. They were tears of despair that my winter dreams – dreams of illusion, of youth and of the grand richness of life were no more, all lost into a distant memory of Judy Jones whose beauty was never meant to last.

Samuel K Lis

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Mr Bean in Avatar

Saturday, March 06, 2010


1. Cup your hand, with your thumb apart from your fingers.
2. Place one chopstick in between your thumb and fingers, resting it against the base of your index finger and the tip of your ring finger.
3. Place the second chopstick parallel with the first, and hold it with your thumb and index and middle fingers, as you would a pencil.
4. Get the ends even by tapping them on the table. Now keeping the bottom chopstick stationary, move the top one by flexing your index and middle fingers up and down.
5. Practice until you can bring the tips of the sticks together easily.
6. Look across the table at the person whose residence you've invaded. Space the sticks about an inch or so apart.
7. In one quick, fluid motion, stab the heathen through both of his or her eyeballs. Screaming, "REPENT!" or "THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!" at this time is also helpful.
8. Be sure to enjoy the tasty Chinese food they've thoughtfully prepared for you. Don't forget to leave literature!


I had a friend who knew how to hold chopsticks but could never eat with them. They had never figured out that the bottom chopstick is never moved. Confused when I mentioned this, they had trouble trying to hold one chopstick still while moving the top one. Finally, I said something that turned the whole situation into a much more enlightening moment:

The thumb is the fulcrum.

Within moments, they could use the chopsticks.

I'm a bit embarrassed that I may have been using them incorrectly at the time. Eating at a Chinese restaurant not too long ago, I bothered to read the wrapper that my chopsticks came in. I had most of the steps correctly, but as the label points out, now you can pick up anything. So I tried to pick up the table. It didn't work. I'm not sure where I went wrong with the chopsticks, but someday I'll get it.


Tuesday, February 16, 2010

I Love Maths

“Philosophy is a game with objectives and no rules. Mathematics is a game with rules and no objectives.”

“Mathematics is like love; a simple idea, but it can get complicated.”

"If people do not believe that mathematics is simple, it is only because they do not realize how complicated life is."

"Mathematics is written for mathematicians." – Copernicus

"Small minds discuss persons. Average minds discuss events. Great minds discuss ideas. Really great minds discuss mathematics."

Friday, February 05, 2010

Lagak Wasangka: Konflik


PS? oohh!! PS stands for:

1. most obviously, Play Station! A dream I'm not all that interested in fulfilling...

But here in KMB, we have...
2. Photo System (group of pigments where chlorophyll is the reaction center, for photosynthesis. There is PSI and PSII in cyclic and non-cyclic light dependent reaction)
3. Personal Statement! (very important thing we need to write for our university interviews)

and others could mean:
4. Post Scriptum or PostScript as used in writing, P.s.
5. picosecond
6. Ps for Pastor
7. Power Steering
8. Plastic Surgery
and so on.


Wednesday, February 03, 2010

The Student's Prayer

Tuesday, February 02, 2010


I love ambigrams. I have computerized 69 already wei!! Still got some not computerized yet. These are some of my favourites

Arlina, classmate

I wonder where these people are now?...

Arnoldweld, roommate.

And NO, I don't take orders, heheh. No time anyway. XD


Tuesday, January 05, 2010


HP is for:
Hand Phone
Horse Power
Harry Potter
Hush Puppies