tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41673762086467371892024-03-05T02:14:03.380-08:00Lake WilsonA place of serenity and tranquility-and to fish and swimWilson Cheahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278noreply@blogger.comBlogger171125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-86175298552681218062010-08-27T20:41:00.000-07:002010-08-27T20:42:59.861-07:00I'm wondering what should i blog about. After blogging for some time, i'm wondering what should i blog. The usual complaining about something, being in an event, how's my day, seems to have done before just that the topics are different. Any ideas what should i blog about?Wilson Cheahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-84188652887600197762010-07-21T17:47:00.000-07:002010-07-21T17:58:42.956-07:00Rotting<div style="text-align: center;">I'm rotting at home again. Happens every semester break. It's laptop, TV, eat, sleep for the past 3 days. Finish watching Prison Season 4 in 3 days-unable to break my friend's record of watching 4 seasons of Prison Break in 6 days. And dang, i even dream about Prison Break when i'm having my naps and sleeps....GAH!!!! </div><div style="text-align: center;">At least this time it's 2 weeks of semester break, much much better compared to the 2 months i had to endured last year. Wonders how's my results and about next semester. Things seem harder now and I wonder if i could cope and meet my goals. Anyway, it's 9am and i'm thinking i'm gonna go back to sleep due to the 2 hours un-sleep time i had last midnight. nitez ppl!</div>Wilson Cheahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-38152542951369169822010-06-22T01:40:00.000-07:002010-06-22T01:42:54.789-07:00Overconfident<div style="text-align: center;">I just realized that i'm being too overconfident in my studies. Screwed up my test 1 and i just screwed up my test 2-both with really careless mistake. How am I to forgive myself but to study harder for the finals now if I'm too score what I want.....</div>Wilson Cheahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-20485976999072694512010-06-08T20:59:00.000-07:002010-06-08T21:04:18.960-07:00SMSI was sms-ing with my dad the other day:<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><i>me: papa, time to top up back account</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><i>dad: chow lar ler (in other words, nah.....)</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><i>me: this friday you come fetch me, you see me begging at the street</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><i>dad: good experience</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><i>me: =.= or you see my face in the newspaper headlines tomorrow for robbing bank</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">*dad rush off to the back to top up my account*</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">P.S: last line was just exaggerating. </span></div>Wilson Cheahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-70693633248087467642010-05-30T02:10:00.000-07:002010-05-30T03:44:15.420-07:00Something Funny<div>Something funny happened last semester and I forgot to blog about it. It happened this way;</div><div>2 of my friends and I went to check on a friend, who was absent from class that day. He's always absent. You can wake him up(after countless times knocking/banging on the door) and he'll say:</div><div>"you guys go first"</div><div>and you won't see him in class later. So we check on him and after that headed back to our rooms. Halfway through, I passed by one of the 2 friends room and playfully, I just push my key into his lock and start turning away for fun. He soon arrived and I gave it one final anti-clockwise turn. And then Horror oh Horror! I was looking at half my key. We stared at each other. Half of the key was inside and I was holding the other half.....</div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-XHNPdcyFeDt3_IK3cgun5fhbI6mqH7OqXmKd2bQvegWY1JUZ3mPZ4-xiGwjDXgDOeCyNysWGfur_eMFi-tdnOa5yRA7zDUlbSvbnFHNO5300Zn57_Lcl9xpEgRkxUcmsTt-Lj_KsgP0/s1600/02042010813.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-XHNPdcyFeDt3_IK3cgun5fhbI6mqH7OqXmKd2bQvegWY1JUZ3mPZ4-xiGwjDXgDOeCyNysWGfur_eMFi-tdnOa5yRA7zDUlbSvbnFHNO5300Zn57_Lcl9xpEgRkxUcmsTt-Lj_KsgP0/s320/02042010813.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476989529372479458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">The key</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3LtVOR5WmdQsV0buVpLG7P2d8IDpMQcCGSUCz4hguII_3_P-PslWWbNoi66TB3zdCWW3fxOxE6Eg3op9Ty1xcOZRoRsDLJlppdRIGxBBsJ1pazFDIa1cvgHuNkQa9FZ4kgAvE6vonvcQ/s1600/02042010814.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3LtVOR5WmdQsV0buVpLG7P2d8IDpMQcCGSUCz4hguII_3_P-PslWWbNoi66TB3zdCWW3fxOxE6Eg3op9Ty1xcOZRoRsDLJlppdRIGxBBsJ1pazFDIa1cvgHuNkQa9FZ4kgAvE6vonvcQ/s320/02042010814.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476989538172163794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The halves key</div></div><div style="text-align: left;">we started attempting to pull it out. One of them(the occupant of the room) was very focused on pulling it out when suddenly the next thing you know, he was clutching one of his fingers. It was bleeding. It's rude but we couldn't help laughing at him :P Finally he pulled the key out using a pair of scissors. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Later in the evening, I went to duplicate another key since that was my spare key. Did it, return back to my room, changed the key and went to the toilet locking my room behind me. I finished after relieving myself and then OMIGOSH!!!!! I keep turning and turning but the lock just didn't open. My friends came to try it but to no avail. Finally had to call the guard to come and unlock the door. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_FmEPwoSJkfcYXDDVF8k3Gb2kfsI9vLHUTTa1pULN47FN_Qm8-4laLfNJHE9KxLaz9obtU3rCiIxROsdP41DfYC5Krfm5h_GefnP3-OoeKv11H0J5M1yRHS66M8iapY9PGZE-ZTuqLlU/s1600/05042010834.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_FmEPwoSJkfcYXDDVF8k3Gb2kfsI9vLHUTTa1pULN47FN_Qm8-4laLfNJHE9KxLaz9obtU3rCiIxROsdP41DfYC5Krfm5h_GefnP3-OoeKv11H0J5M1yRHS66M8iapY9PGZE-ZTuqLlU/s320/05042010834.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476989553962800194" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">comparison between the proper and the failed key</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCgBoNjz5jKhjT1iSAUxI_a6Rc5dIMQVG3Wgpmn0Tn8Axh53bS_YL5tU0AEIk7nLB1EAidaTijIt8f4fbg5fKM69mUvZ-QhD-qXY0FQKZoOk_wojERZ44muuNv2VEbWmWmUaH7TO-voxk/s1600/05042010833.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCgBoNjz5jKhjT1iSAUxI_a6Rc5dIMQVG3Wgpmn0Tn8Axh53bS_YL5tU0AEIk7nLB1EAidaTijIt8f4fbg5fKM69mUvZ-QhD-qXY0FQKZoOk_wojERZ44muuNv2VEbWmWmUaH7TO-voxk/s320/05042010833.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476989545535190498" /></a>Hopefully, it wouldn't happen again. Though it's fun :)<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3LtVOR5WmdQsV0buVpLG7P2d8IDpMQcCGSUCz4hguII_3_P-PslWWbNoi66TB3zdCWW3fxOxE6Eg3op9Ty1xcOZRoRsDLJlppdRIGxBBsJ1pazFDIa1cvgHuNkQa9FZ4kgAvE6vonvcQ/s1600/02042010814.jpg"></a>Wilson Cheahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-78497929750946629192010-05-28T19:09:00.000-07:002010-05-28T19:21:01.142-07:00Lab SessionMy friends and I had a whooping time for the Electronics Lab session. Talk about electronics-capacitors, diodes, transformers.......the lecturer herself admits that she has never seen a class that did so many things like we did. For instance:<div><br /></div><div>-The circuit short-circuit for countless times. You could hear the switch *tak* * tak* *tak* (switching off itself automatically) the whole time.</div><div><br /></div><div>-The lecturer herself got shocked by electric when attempting to turn on the power supply(classic)</div><div><b>how it happened:</b></div><div>the readings obtained practically differs from theoretically. So she did some checks and after that asked me to plug it back. Unfortunately, the circuit was quite confusing. So.....i plug wrongly. And when she hit the switch on button, *zapppp* </div><div>"o<i>wh! did you hear that? i can feel the electric!"</i></div><div>later on,</div><div><i>"wah, half my head feels zapped!"</i></div><div>sorry lecturer, my bad.......</div><div><br /></div><div>-One of the groups made fireworks out of a capacitor</div><div><b>How it happened:</b></div><div>Mr Kit and Mr Jin are in the same group. They connected everything and Mr Kit hit the 'on' switch.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*BOOFFFF!!!!!*</div><div>Heads turned and mouths opened. A cloud of white smoke could be seen hovering above their circuit before disappearing. Mr Jin could be seen at the far side of the room on top of a table. From his table to the other end took less than 1 second.</div><div><i>lecturer: "boy, you better keep it already. I don't want you to do it anymore."</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>I wonder what will happen to the next lab class. Would something like:</div><div>Lecturer: "you must all wear rubber gloves, boots, and apron to protect yourself"</div><div>I wonder.....</div><div><br /></div>Wilson Cheahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-91551991254390678532010-05-12T07:16:00.000-07:002010-05-12T07:25:25.982-07:00Results.....There goes my CGPA score of 4.0........... Just can't bear the fact that I dropped CGPA points, partly due to my fault and the lecturer's FAULT TOO!!! Tell me what you think about this: <div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">First day of class:</span></i></div><div><i>Lecturer: Ok, we will emphasize more on iteration, if's, functions. As for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Classes and Structure</span>, it <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">won't be coming out in your final exam.</span> </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Throughout the semester:</span></i></div><div><i>Lecturer: Focus more on those that are coming out. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Classes and Structure not coming out</span>. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Lecture on Class and Structure:</span></i></div><div><i>Lecturer: I'm just going through it quickly since <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">it's not coming out.</span></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Last few lectures:</span></i></div><div><i>Lecturer: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Classes and Structure</span> won't be coming out in final exam.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Final exam:</span></i></div><div><i>me: *flips through exam paper.* OMiGosH! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Classes and Structure came out!</span> no idea how to do......</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>I feel cheated. What the heck for the lecturer go waste his breath saying it won't come out for the whole semester but in fact coming out. He sets the paper like a few weeks before finals and he goes on proclaiming that it won't be coming out. #&%*!!!!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">P.S: Classes and structure are topics in C++ programming. And yea, I got A- for C++. Dang it.</span></div>Wilson Cheahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-61373158090297585292010-04-30T05:04:00.000-07:002010-05-02T20:27:55.096-07:00End of an Era<div style="text-align: center;">Era iii : Semester 3</div><br />The end came on Thursday, 4pm. It was the last day for semester 3 with the last exam paper just finished. It had been a long semester(longer than the previous 2) and one which leaves both good and well, painful/sad/unhappy etc etc memories.<br /><br />I can't say i'm really proud of semester 3. Had been slumbering throughout the whole semester. Hardly rising to the occasion. Studies left abandoned after class till exam, last minute preparation for exams,didn't bother to study for a particular quiz just because the topic was boring, didn't did really well in final exam papers.......all in all, it was a bad one for me. Didn't did like how I did for the last 2 semesters. Well no use crying over split milk, would have to set my priorities right next semester!<br /><br />The bright side of semester 3 was, I played less computer games than semester 2! but still more than semester 1 =.= and another was that I was actually working out all the way from the beginning to the end(well, 2 weeks before the end) of the semester! This was better than previous 2 semester where I sort of stop for like one month. Started lifting heavier weights too! oh and I just have to share the power of creatine. Here's my story:(if you're interested)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I had been using creatine since last year but due to irregular trainings and improper diets, I didn't saw much effect of it till this year. I'm currently using Creatine Monohydrate(simplest form of creatine), one serving before and after workout. I had a tube of creatine in college and towards the beginning of April it started running out. I had another tube at home but I keep forgetting to bring it to college. So for April I had to workout without supplementing creatine. I was still able to lift for the first 2 weeks. After that, I could hardly go through the 3rd exercise and died out on the 4th. I lift lighter weights but it was still killing me. </span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Lesson learned: creatine does helps you lift heavier.</span><br /><br />And the best thing was that I gained 3kg!!!!<br /><br />There's been things I wanna blog about but didn't really have the mood and time. But nevertheless, I got some pics to share :))<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Irresponsible Residents</span><br /></div>After they finish their studies, they just pack and up and leave. Not bothering to clean up. You don't have to wipe everything spotless! just make sure there's no rubbish and that the place is neat!<br /><br />But, here's what they do:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>If you know what's a dirty room, I believe you would have to redefine "dirty"<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpfkg8z9ObM4n-NG5dg59fbWa-ogXcxqICBuH7FyFnU9nw0zonoFkUQ2Ie7FcoWRCnrXeuDeiA_Z1b9LSAXpyOwuCjFOL-k40MPISlrZ7Z5WxRP-Uk_v0B7IZPcsEPgORyo2bbJkTCKP8/s320/26042010865.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466879276170088850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYV2bWAjzxxMCArXmkkPzi88hRTncO6QFSyFWN7K8ziWSnKRaiLoo0S82E337qvEuD9kfRS5i2QNQGmqjzewHojDcwQjfH_8QhggihZkM3mhyphenhyphenh48GSI7_D_CYJRBzFYsA0SKIBAn52AdM/s320/26042010866.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466879294743335698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span">C</span>igarette's and cokes </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT__hPcOww-ik1nqVcOgJGWsHPGqkyQkee5wkvyJSFBPnn3h4eKvkbzjkxzwpG1NBNtrfDV6VtaWMZ4yxGbWAk1B_qo2a6Xg6YuWvfE40jWZB47jq93KEl64_J7cdouyh8dKte4-eEOPs/s320/26042010868.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466879283955346242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><div style="text-align: center;">How the heck does anyone live in this room!!!!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I really pity those who are going to move into this two rooms. The first room was actually checked in by a guy(looks like a momma's boy to me) and they just stood there at the door like baffled. Saw the guy like moving his head left and right, which in other words also means, "what the heck la, arghhhhhhhh!!!!!!" As for the other room, all the best to the future resident.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoQpPPRtMPRf782cHD2aWymcW6tOabb9frF_tzx6cyU9Vuhd533ass-nEzN7gHNv-URqzBTjxRCH1y6LMRuUPpzV2dpGafw3w3jSZhhB9rA9NtX9hUKXKcytMtcK4apKtFsikcL-DpOtc/s320/23042010860.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466876359763628370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD6pIe9dHaxbA1O5nGxqOg3oUkBL4KtfgVNDG6UAKWWhm-k77OgoLGeKJ6xY8sWkoAPGsGdx_lWhhclecIvtNAuOYGDM4O3Bg9C0keMhVOE-1NKhpmRF7n5HPPKb_HbQdgtTCSC7SNYio/s320/23042010862.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466876376569818386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Steamboat!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcG4ECweT89Kjxq5wOdW5BnP4dmyVatObPpb6NeqxzNND9uVTuLVtdJNCbmRyTTP9AD32FoAw_Lxz5EdY04MAlkCXnCiLAu4owKnaqdtFVg7UPXQp_kLkLJLF9ZMDGslgJZDqpr4q_Neg/s320/23042010863.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466876386707467138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxqq8B0PAi6ZT1mOUnLiPZ4EUBKfd5XYCTS7FNwbw8CAA039tSwjzwCMinosi5aUJZdPowbBbn9M60uGmJuewbwlR2VBWJWfdP53_c9tsolWzaC_0m1bFZqh6LR9LrSeUv8f1Wp1vShM0/s320/23042010864.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466876394648652354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Chemicals!!!</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjRNbvFwjDlPoUlKJllt7bHSH4vcSIwDhGe5fClzyEOV_JGMEunEvlhulxCFCX1tA4Yi8DYe5OBLzAj16zqCLjSP6-MAh9HBS40-REb-KW54-bzWt1r7-bgqdOviKJXsDIxnbYyPeagPs/s320/23042010861.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466876368548883218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span>Act cute saja<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh by the way, my room had some upgrades. Don't ask me and I won't lie of how I got some of those which were not there before:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh06YiC3oVOSI-jXg4kEG_Dg4FBS1fOqU3EoqVFNF4mZtEn_dlqhwGKd0ud_911MsWpowwRgCk1Hb5ZPTO-Ii4FSlCUC5wU3z31ng2in_SOcwNzBhXVdTiaTlpcQEysOaeWzL03eDf3sN0/s320/27042010869.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466874285182853506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Desk with extra rack</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrf8CEPr8a27Sg6KvsOoVFCGJLKB-KX_Cd6FWz1cOQdDVnY8D65kNBCFKBHyrAbpqZm1wlgwdakM3DFXK4hUUfSoD2GFUKfCKzwCIb6_2LtwQBrBnTiZNHqn8F3ZFgrZDrPnpWxQeVT4o/s320/27042010870.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466880164424363106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">wall rack :)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">One more is that my room door now has a magnet thingy that keeps it open =)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Coursemates all guys......here's what you get:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnb8ez3JKJ15Wnhl8gQnffspDZ039_JS6ZPMNST9bNdEzgGX8B5_41F13NJSfhxeLywmVIm1zBLdUImIgMQm_EfBiDd4IwAHn8QBbGytBfrBcWgFNvZXxfd3Bb5z_vU71mFmtiz4ZxXr0/s320/12032010787.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466874260564974034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBxoCKjqUWfL59-ZPlda-fRby967LhVG3Cm4LsSoFER2EU4SWsBWSFw7niRKdOY1mxvafE69MNAkd8Lla5jELzoG4MeD_OPmFCXsag9twLZb43tQ3zVdW8YeySto2v9N3PnhfqEGvu68g/s320/18032010797.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466874276695537234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">talk about undies expo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVAGAQn60xA8QiEmqEoEIOc39q08wsBVm1WVDM4NUA8e7jIqHbV4ve9vxZy8DlhEO7DZ7ALEQ4Zmzmm-RvlRJuVEZZggoUKBHCy5WGlKxLbBhlfc0az4Ii81jjFdoxAvGGtxPG_FwuY8M/s320/09042010845.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466874248411174594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">oh how sweet.......</div><div style="text-align: center;">(it wouldn't be if I zoom out of the image and what you see is two guys there)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBltbPW1bPenpIZbeYg8PCdq0HFWYRYwuiPcipRzcCsAiGwLAim-eMc0ZlhTSiN_y3Ni2BlMuQdJgXMfZ4sxRZhidJIzVDSoua0LrFJHeP62m6ko5kdihIE9Sffl27PCtMlnaxKYMNIuQ/s320/12042010852.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466874268658857746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">6 Kancils together</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div></div>Wilson Cheahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-40056469225374875142010-04-19T06:19:00.000-07:002010-04-19T06:25:19.088-07:00Web Page down<div style="text-align: center;">The worst thing that could possibly happen to a teenager nowadays would be when the particular web page they want to browse is down. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>That's the worst thing. But the <i>worses</i>t thing that could possibly be to a teenager who's preparing for his exams would be the web page that he needs to download some important stuff is down. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">ARGHHHH!!!!!!!</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div>Can you imagine how bad it is? And not only is it just one site, but a few sites as well. That seriously got me mad. No past year papers to do(web page down till now), unable to download notes. That is frustrating. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways, exams this Sat this next Thursday. Don't worry, i'll still be on msn & facebook as usual. heh. Pray for me to:</div><div><i>Understand what i'm studying(some things just makes no sense to me now)</i></div><div><i>Remember what I studied</i></div><div><i>Have no stress</i></div><div><i>Have wisdom while sitting for the papers</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Thanks and cherios ^.^</div>Wilson Cheahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-84216167953749232572010-03-26T23:23:00.000-07:002010-03-26T23:30:51.582-07:0019 YearsIt had been a long time since I last shaved. Which was, about 19 years ago. And out of curiosity, I finally decided to shave just to see how it feels like. So I did. And a few comments from my friends:<div><br /></div><div><i>~~<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">You looked different today but I couldn't figure out what(apart from cutting my hair) it is</span></i></div><div><i>~~<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">You look younger</span></i></div><div><i>~~<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">You look better</span></i></div><div>And a comment which got a slap from me:</div><div><i>~~<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">You look like Ah Gua</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Wilson Cheahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-83019721175645312662010-03-16T04:27:00.000-07:002010-03-16T05:17:34.299-07:00ThoughtsThe thoughts which I have the last few weeks.......<div><br /><div>While I was thinking about the assignment which I did with my group of friends(submitted today), a thought came into my mind.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">2 weeks of hard work and it all ended in less than 12 minutes.</span></b></div><div>It reminds me of the days back when I was in Boy's Brigade. We worked really hard on the national competition(Pesta Competition). I was involved in the Band Competition and all those long hour practices(starting early in the morning and ends late at night) we had, the shouts we get from officers, the punishment, and in the end, when the time came for it, it ended in like 15 minutes(if I'm not mistaken). </div><div>But the nice thing is that, it's worth every sweat shed on it :)) it's an experience which I would never part with. </div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Gay </span></b></div><div>Well, the group that did this, in my opinion, it was terrible, the message they were trying to reach to others which is like, 'Condemn Gays!' which is WRONG, WRONG AND WRONG! </div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Barring from exams</span></b></div><div>So there's a few students who's always absent to class, didn't pass up assignments, does badly in test.(Assignments and test are courseworks which is 60% and final exam is 40%). With this, the lecturer decided to send them barring letter so that they wouldn't have to prepare for final exam, because even if they did well, they wouldn't pass and at the same time, they don't have to prepare for final. </div><div>Now I wonder, is it right? i mean, they can't pass, so don't bother to sit for it. Is it wrong? well, it never hurts to try. I'm still wondering.......</div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;">Going Solo</span></b></div><div>There's this person who came in 1 semester after me.(we assume it's a HE). Instead of going with the rest of his course mates, he joined my badge, means he's taking different subjects with the rest. </div><div>I had a talk with a friend of mine and we noticed that, he usually goes solo. Everything he does it himself. Eats dinner himself, go classes himself, most of the things he does alone. And it sort of reminds me of myself last time. </div><div>I used to think that I could go through life alone. I have everything I need, doing well in studies, average finances(able to see me through my further studies), a roof above my head and a bed to sleep =) </div><div>But when right now I think back, it's lonely. Going through life alone ain't fun. Having friends is something which is healthy to the soul. You can laugh, scold, smack, discuss, eat together, all in all, it's really something which you can't do alone.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Bodybuilding</span></b></div><div>NO, in case if you're wondering if i'm about to give up. HECK NO WAY! It's a really good sport and all you lazy bummers, go exercise in the gym! the benefits?</div><div>-you won't get sunburn, your skin remains fair</div><div>-you get to workout in an air condition place(if you're the kind who dies without air condition)</div><div>-you can do it yourself(of course having a partner/spotter/friend is better)</div><div>-you get to challenge yourself, your body, your mind</div><div><i>-(dang i thought of something funny and i forgot about it....)</i></div><div><br /></div><div>That'll be all for now :)</div><div><br /></div></div>Wilson Cheahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-80106529539190935742010-03-06T06:50:00.000-08:002010-03-06T06:59:02.427-08:00End of the Road<div style="text-align: center;">It has been a long journey. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Travelling with you to places far and near, rural areas and metropolitan areas. </div><div style="text-align: center;">You have really served me well. </div><div style="text-align: center;">But now,</div><div><div style="text-align: center;">now it's time to say goodbye. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Goodbye Celcom</span>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>*sobs*</i></div><div><i>-no more unlimited messages and calls</i></div><div><i>-no more no need to worry about credit left</i></div><div><i>-no more wide coverage(I got to boast about the wide coverage when I used celcom)</i></div><div><i>-no more 'dad pays all the bill'</i></div><div>let's bow our heads as we remember this beautiful moments I once had.........</div><div><br /></div><div><i>*one minute passes by*</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Hello Maxis! </span></span></div><div>After so many years being separated, it's now you and me again! I can't say I hate your coverage which sucks, I can't say I hate your service which kinda sucks too, I can't say I hate the long advertisements you have at times, cause if I do, i'll be hating myself for changing to Maxis. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's a new journey, so serve me well Maxis! and i'll see whether we'll last~~~~</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">P.S:FYI,my number is still the same. Anyone who comes asking what's my number now will get a slap on the head.</span></span></div></div>Wilson Cheahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-46155057964814639782010-02-19T17:23:00.000-08:002010-02-19T17:43:28.591-08:00Drifting Away~~~<div style="text-align: center;">I have a feeling,<br /><br />that,<br /><br />that,<br /><br />i'm drifting away.....<br /><br />from something<br /><br />from someone<br /></div>Wilson Cheahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-55313947390310269612010-02-10T06:15:00.000-08:002010-02-10T06:33:00.729-08:00Unexpected/SupriseI didn't expect my day to turn up like today. It was a day like any other Wednesday.<br /><br />~wake up in the morning<br />~eat breakfast<br />~go for classes at 10-12<br />~hit the gym<br />~bath and eat<br />~attend classes at 2-4<br />~end of classes<br />~self-enjoyment or free time<br /><br />Only thing for today is that, I told myself after the class at 4 i would study for my Applied Mechanics test which is on Friday. And I would do that, apart from the fact the lecturer decided to bring forward the test to TODAY(wednesday) at 2-4!!!<br /><br />Heck, I went into class slightly late and was shocked like my coursemates because my lecturer decided to give us a suprise! which is test today! and none of us have prepare for it since we just finished 2 papers yesterday. Talk about suprise.<br /><br />I have to say I didn't did very well due to the fact that I didn't study it, only did from what i learn. All the same, I learned a vvvery important lesson today,<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">NEVER DO THINGS LAST MINUTE!<br /></div><br />See, this is what happens to me. It doesn't matter if the lecturer shouldn't do this but things should never be left till last minute.<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Wilson Cheahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-9418642095036748842010-02-05T02:56:00.000-08:002010-02-05T03:01:58.914-08:00TESTSSSTests are coming. 2 on Tuesday, and one on Friday-one day before CNY eve. This semester has been quite a challenge compared to the previous 2 as new subjects are coming in and I can't just cruise through like sem 1 or play CS to pass like sem 2. It's hardcore study that will assure me that I get the results I want and it's hardcore it will be!!!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">ok let's CS!!</span><br /></div>ROFL Gonna start studying now. Cherio, till then :)<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Wilson Cheahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-7452633062735874702010-01-30T03:57:00.000-08:002010-01-30T04:01:49.880-08:00C++Progamming is fun and FRUSTRATING at the same time. You type out words and operators and signs and then you launch it. WALA it does what u want! Only thing is before you launch it you have to check for mistakes and sometimes, just because of one mistake your whole program gets screwed(suggestion for other words besides screwed) up. Took me a lot of hours to finally finish this simple thing. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisN5s_q53khHjfGoetusPfit8CsoXq-QvqbjCGn5ktukpeAPPncYO3MvaZ_ggwcMb3SNiBXRF1mRA2ntNYiI17ZfnrCzwyZ9vprTd8prUx8jfZfljbTjzpLvmAPLHaqR__U3t9FyUmkn0/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisN5s_q53khHjfGoetusPfit8CsoXq-QvqbjCGn5ktukpeAPPncYO3MvaZ_ggwcMb3SNiBXRF1mRA2ntNYiI17ZfnrCzwyZ9vprTd8prUx8jfZfljbTjzpLvmAPLHaqR__U3t9FyUmkn0/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432501165111366338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Wilson Cheahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-20092999862159806042010-01-15T02:08:00.000-08:002010-01-15T02:53:42.904-08:002010It's the new year! i don't know what's gonna happen this year, but whatever happens, I trust that God will lead me through because I have submitted my life to God :) So here's a few things that has happen to me so far:<br /><br />1) 2nd Sister Departure<br />On the 4th of January, it was kind of a sad day for my family because my sis, Yi Li was gonna leave back to Australia for her studies. It was kinda hard after 1 month. The 'suasana' in the house would definitely different and had to do some chores-when she came back she did it all. It wasn't easy saying goodbye but, still had to<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjx8Tl8nO6nL-bK4uW9MGFjr5s_yv3MSp4OB6ca0Uwsh8fzNOCtZon2HP7xqwjKOYT9C9Ci5vBVdSnZQ4kxTzCLGBeY1fWCM3B94bnTxNcRd0hLtQeEoQnWY-IxZBCwyOZuu3b8FDoXgU/s1600-h/IMG_4410.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjx8Tl8nO6nL-bK4uW9MGFjr5s_yv3MSp4OB6ca0Uwsh8fzNOCtZon2HP7xqwjKOYT9C9Ci5vBVdSnZQ4kxTzCLGBeY1fWCM3B94bnTxNcRd0hLtQeEoQnWY-IxZBCwyOZuu3b8FDoXgU/s320/IMG_4410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426908998661250546" border="0" /></a><br />2) College!<br />After sending off my sister to the airport, I went back to college. Semester 3 started on 4th but i skipped one day and fortunately i did so, because the lecturer had to go back hometown to attend someone's funeral. I stayed back at my previous semester room, a single room and it;s beginning to have a homey kind of feeling to me already<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrc3z-jfiR2hS0-zmxGP757eA2p547t4RxR6kpL0fPk4k2owKtkNctKlKvaigvpKPIDDzePdsxGTylrM_QW5WDTtz_sQlSuCNu5cRrR6oms65DqthRh-fxC6DD41YUnNJBAq7CvQC0M8c/s1600-h/04012010751.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrc3z-jfiR2hS0-zmxGP757eA2p547t4RxR6kpL0fPk4k2owKtkNctKlKvaigvpKPIDDzePdsxGTylrM_QW5WDTtz_sQlSuCNu5cRrR6oms65DqthRh-fxC6DD41YUnNJBAq7CvQC0M8c/s320/04012010751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426909007051333570" border="0" /></a>my room when i just moved in<br /></div>The following 2 pics are because I washed my clothes last minute and going home a few minutes later, so no choice but to hang inside my room<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg9D3T-Diu_Mpq8LIfsENrPy_qyolDsr-6dV75U-FDEkk6RbvD0ArZNMkkdoC7Mz2ieibPxRMmZNtjykP7qxXxdrr7Bw9UzdLcLS87YkT_Gp7Y1DFm8X9yWcanf5ZcGyEoZ-zNci_BfJY/s1600-h/15012010756.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg9D3T-Diu_Mpq8LIfsENrPy_qyolDsr-6dV75U-FDEkk6RbvD0ArZNMkkdoC7Mz2ieibPxRMmZNtjykP7qxXxdrr7Bw9UzdLcLS87YkT_Gp7Y1DFm8X9yWcanf5ZcGyEoZ-zNci_BfJY/s320/15012010756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426908992768324050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ0JRxITVQgR1roK_1vidyCw_AizVLjwKJj-9-moqXYWQ6i2w7Ff7eKMwZUXq1DfohkPNJnx4exB_j_SSs3LN-yB1qteI7oZ5j704gCqdneq7B-ZnIBKzqccad5GacdZ16FPjGdcDGstc/s1600-h/15012010755.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ0JRxITVQgR1roK_1vidyCw_AizVLjwKJj-9-moqXYWQ6i2w7Ff7eKMwZUXq1DfohkPNJnx4exB_j_SSs3LN-yB1qteI7oZ5j704gCqdneq7B-ZnIBKzqccad5GacdZ16FPjGdcDGstc/s320/15012010755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426908983693512562" border="0" /></a>After requesting for a change of table, I got this table. At first the drawers was on the left but due to inconvenience, my friend, Justin and I operated on it and moved it to the right. Took us about 30-45 minutes but we did it :) This would be how my room is gonna be for this semester<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfeVLd1-w4I6-QiSVutCQwb9qIxQiX4nUMNeXnLav-Y9DzbsIBuucLIIOf571Y1Kl8ecBNNFVujLZtaU1-U43ThKC69EcROAusWzvTT8gJhdaTwEoBSbebmSBuAXE9-bGHoHQQBMijXzw/s1600-h/12012010754.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfeVLd1-w4I6-QiSVutCQwb9qIxQiX4nUMNeXnLav-Y9DzbsIBuucLIIOf571Y1Kl8ecBNNFVujLZtaU1-U43ThKC69EcROAusWzvTT8gJhdaTwEoBSbebmSBuAXE9-bGHoHQQBMijXzw/s320/12012010754.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426908972990780562" border="0" /></a><br />On Tuesday night, my friends decided to celebrate our(2 friends and mine) birthdays which was in November and December. They drove out to eat and on the way back, 1st week of college and we almost got ourself in an accident. Thanks to _ _ _ _ _! <span style="font-style: italic;">*hmph*</span><br /><br />3) Woship Ministry<br />I'ma continue serving in the worship ministry for Youth Force this year because what's the use of a talent that is not put to use? Last sunday worship was kinda a disaster but I have to say, it was the BEST worship which I served in. Not sure why, maybe because I have confidence in hitting the keys but it was the BEST for me!<br /><br />4) Bodybuilding<br />I'ma be more dedicated and put on slabs of muscle! Nothing is impossible! *AUMMM*<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdXIIr0W2WABTPduOrluJwTQ-2heFCMO0fxOwL15btzn82zuACAaW721Bg_FIVtOmNb3kBVyZ744AwWfDmzV-SWpe5TTSAfR_CZdc8OSLPGQYeqOpSKlpVRt6OJU_uLDxmRq8JHZK5Lp0/s1600-h/IMG_4416.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdXIIr0W2WABTPduOrluJwTQ-2heFCMO0fxOwL15btzn82zuACAaW721Bg_FIVtOmNb3kBVyZ744AwWfDmzV-SWpe5TTSAfR_CZdc8OSLPGQYeqOpSKlpVRt6OJU_uLDxmRq8JHZK5Lp0/s320/IMG_4416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426917159576063986" border="0" /></a><br /><br />That'll be all for now. Gonna go celebrated friends birthday:) Goodday to you!<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Wilson Cheahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-13042284969909242782009-12-26T01:42:00.000-08:002009-12-26T03:39:43.546-08:00ReunionIt was quite a last-minute thing. One moment, Carol and I was talking about boycotting a christmas party(which I will keep secret) by having dinner somewhere else. The next moment, we decide to have a reunion instead. It was a reunion among the ex-Form 5 CG. And as usual, I, Wilson, have to take up the responsibility to organize this whole thing because, because....i'm the one who came up with this whole idea......<br /><br />So first of all, have to inform others and check whether they're free on that day. Send sms-takde reply. Send e-mail-takde reply also. And on Christmas itself, change of plan, lunch on 26th. Send sms again-you guessed it, takde reply. Finally at 9, Wilson decided to use his precious phone credit to call up his fellow peeps who couldn't be bothered to reply. lol. And as most of you would know, he's an early sleeper. One conversation went like:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'hello, could you come?'</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'I'm in a party now, call you back later?'</span><br />Expecting late to be really late,<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'Late what time?'</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'1 or 2?'</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">muntah darah</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'i sleep dy'</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'12?'</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'sleep already also'</span><br /><br />It's really frustrating. But anyway, enuf bout the organizing thing. As it turned up, everything is fineeee. Everyone reached my house at 12 then only decide where to eat. In the end, SAKAE Sushi! had a joyous time with my leaders and fellow peeps.<br /><br />And you know, I realize now that friends are very important to me. I can lose other things but I wouldn't want to lose any of my friends. They are people who would be there with you, to laugh with, to cry with, to <s>fight</s> argue with, to comfort each other, being there for each other. I once thought that i'm alive and kicking and it'll be fine. True, things may be fine but, wouldn't life be lonesome?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">No man is an island<br /></div><br />Find that really true now. Friends-cherish them, appreciate them, love them, for you never know when you might lose them.<br /><br />To all my friends, it's an honour and priveleged to have a friend like you :)<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Wilson Cheahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-14971327284109277482009-12-22T18:56:00.001-08:002009-12-22T19:08:58.912-08:00Results!Ta Da! my results are here! I actually drove all the way back to Uni to get my results, which I did, only to have the next day through post, my results-again. I'm a<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">HAPPY MAN!<br /></span></div><br />Last sem took 2 subjects only-Engineering Math and Technical English. Math was fun and enjoyed studying it, so didn't have much problem with the final test. As for Technical English,<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">wow, so fancy lah the name! what is it?</span><br /><br />It's the same old same old english you study. Subject Verb Agreement, tenses bla bla bla.....was kinda bored(hopes my sis doesn't read this) Only interesting thing for this subject was that there was presentation! So you have it, my first formal presentation!<br /><br />We(my group members and I) discussed quite a long time on what topic should we have. Keep going off topic as we keep putting in lame jokes and lame ideas. Was fun and in the end, Air Cooler! Started collecting info's, data's stuff like that. Practising our presentation among ourselves, preparing presentation slides, you know the kind of things you have to do prior to a presentation. And then I had a feedback from a friend of mine,<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'wilson, when I look into your face I can't think'</span><br /><br />and recently, another friend told me,<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'wilson, you here I just can't think about my dance'</span><br /><br />Hm does my face seems like a rubber that rubs off your memory? anyway, on the day of presentation, whew! it was a nervous day for me. Why? coz the lecturer was saying before that(since we had an informal presentation earlier on),<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'he's(wilson) a good presentor' </span><br /><br />Alamak pressure!!!! My friends told me that they could see my hand shaking. Good thing they couldn't see my legs shaking because they too were shaking. Lol. But thank God for my serious face that it covers up my 'shakes'. In the end, all end well! really thank God for helping me through cause I really can't do it without Him.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">In Him all things are POSSIBLE!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Well semester 3 starting soon. Wonder if i can get back into top gear after rotting for 2 whole months, but, why worry about tomorrow when tomorrow has its own worry? so yea, I'm gonna just praise God and go through life with Him beside me :)<br /></div></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Wilson Cheahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-16789488531613988162009-12-21T06:42:00.000-08:002009-12-21T06:52:28.332-08:00Neutral ActionsI was gonna post my feelings and thoughts about someone. But then I hesitated clicking the 'Publish Post' button, not sure feeling why even though I have considering posting it a few days back. And after some time, I came to realize that, even though you're not mentioning names, some may know who you're referring to and they might gossip or ask things about it. In other words, if it's something you're hate, you might be glad-human nature. <br /><br />But for something that you care for, have you thought of the other person's feelings after reading it? or the person's feeling when confronted with his/her friends who would ask them about what you posted? sometimes we do things that we thought is right without caring about other people's feelings.<br /><br />Maybe our action is neutral, having no right or wrong but, the consequences of it, that is what we will have to live with for the rest of our life. So to you who's reading this, careful of action that is neutral because they might lead to bigger things whether it be good or bad :)<input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Wilson Cheahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-85634096206232784422009-12-11T05:38:00.000-08:002009-12-11T06:10:09.352-08:00APYAC pt 1In the end, I attended APYAC even though I never did plan or intended to go for it. Would tell why i went later but for now, here's some pics:<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS3eQDY7x1fiT6WMy5nRPOWR0xXI9XCeAO2Ebz0iCerTCdHgK_VqkRUc2mRHACPZRfhOfP-P4rMXZtZRtG7X5sWuFsBkJ6yyk0mofGYFZ7CdYc7jQi-T_GH8z7S9mr4eIw410oxtJGnyk/s1600-h/10122009698.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS3eQDY7x1fiT6WMy5nRPOWR0xXI9XCeAO2Ebz0iCerTCdHgK_VqkRUc2mRHACPZRfhOfP-P4rMXZtZRtG7X5sWuFsBkJ6yyk0mofGYFZ7CdYc7jQi-T_GH8z7S9mr4eIw410oxtJGnyk/s320/10122009698.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413974812378471826" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1zoBk6ZyqDJET-uLw1De75u1bn6pq5D9XJpvu1AuhPrUfRep-9jHqmCCYD8rxnqhUYyu2SivcEcGuUNRaCwGdyHAF8DTa7eBaWYhi915m42Nhcl3ZPT6L0qzg9jq2kL5Op8sCxcyveNM/s1600-h/10122009703.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1zoBk6ZyqDJET-uLw1De75u1bn6pq5D9XJpvu1AuhPrUfRep-9jHqmCCYD8rxnqhUYyu2SivcEcGuUNRaCwGdyHAF8DTa7eBaWYhi915m42Nhcl3ZPT6L0qzg9jq2kL5Op8sCxcyveNM/s320/10122009703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413974821027201138" border="0" /></a>I dont know who's she but she's a good singer!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJXsWjRG3xd8AyV7F-i5Uyav8-m5OTNnqSKqYNxzEB_P7RdZEFquSYAvSxHyN7DR2Yle4VbeMmihZ9NXkT9UwTzRST80-e3QygNW6xN4vAhn2mDPZBEOtecr2Bfp6bgKKvv8Mm21uQvCk/s1600-h/10122009704.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJXsWjRG3xd8AyV7F-i5Uyav8-m5OTNnqSKqYNxzEB_P7RdZEFquSYAvSxHyN7DR2Yle4VbeMmihZ9NXkT9UwTzRST80-e3QygNW6xN4vAhn2mDPZBEOtecr2Bfp6bgKKvv8Mm21uQvCk/s320/10122009704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413974828228543970" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2BLZpSGKontFgUEG80KvyEp4IMtXGmaBBl0erNcDhMFmDzjChRclFFZdzFPFUdJvyaam6xaWaId7Us13BqAeB5N9lX09jovS0zyXmaOt4-tYPp7prvP-ozf5shzUbDsil3MRsTJg8IYM/s1600-h/11122009709.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2BLZpSGKontFgUEG80KvyEp4IMtXGmaBBl0erNcDhMFmDzjChRclFFZdzFPFUdJvyaam6xaWaId7Us13BqAeB5N9lX09jovS0zyXmaOt4-tYPp7prvP-ozf5shzUbDsil3MRsTJg8IYM/s320/11122009709.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413974842351870258" border="0" /></a>brother like brother<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitHIjjEYQg42kglKSL99AD5WoPbxlPiP9_dcaCx2-vtNSrPpfCsoEU_IKWkUdYpvp4AbOVJdj_CpWopLE_ogrqChjMKKP5MbRK3EyRT2nJIrI1qT48TxUB4cRuTDx7yzfIXaAxobjHhxY/s1600-h/10122009699.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitHIjjEYQg42kglKSL99AD5WoPbxlPiP9_dcaCx2-vtNSrPpfCsoEU_IKWkUdYpvp4AbOVJdj_CpWopLE_ogrqChjMKKP5MbRK3EyRT2nJIrI1qT48TxUB4cRuTDx7yzfIXaAxobjHhxY/s320/10122009699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413974833886558946" border="0" /></a><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Wilson Cheahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-4611396180905015832009-12-03T01:41:00.000-08:002009-12-03T01:53:32.988-08:00Mamak TagSeeing my blog half dead, and me half-dead, I feel kinda disappointed. So I shall start a new tag. This idea came to me while I was having my drink-I had lunch with a friend of mine and halfway, we shared our Mamak experience, like how yuck or yummy the food, dirty and stuff like that.<br /><br />So what is this tag about? It's simple. You write your experience in a Mamak-disgusting, funny, gooey whatever, it can be a funny or horrible experience. If you choose to, you can copy and paste the things wrote by the one who tagged you into your post and then write your own- this is to let others know what mischief are done by Mamak. If it's too long, feel free to take half. Here goes:<br /><br />Incident 1:<br />I went to a Mamak with a friend. We ordered Fried Rice and I decided to add on a sunny-side-up egg. Well, the guy who cooked it when he tried to shift the egg from the 'kuali' onto the plate, he failed and the egg yoke start to spill around the plate. Later on when he moved the egg onto my fried rice, he use his hand to scoop up any egg yoke juice left on the plate onto my fried rice and after that jerk his hand up and down to remove any juice on his hand onto my fried rice.<br /><br />Incident 2:<br />Went to Mamak and ordered a fruit juice.<br /><br />"saya mau kisar, fresh punya"<br /><br />Had nothing to do so observe the guy preparing my juice. He use a fruit juice machine to squeeze the juice out then poured it onto a cup. It was only half-filled. And as expected, he fill the other half with water, only to realize that he filled it with water DIRECTLY FROM THE TAP! no water filter whatever, straight from it.<br /><br />Later on told my friend about it and he told me that I should have inform him after he finished it.<br /><br />Incident 3:<br />This was by my friend:<br />Saw a guy coming out of the toilet, didn't wash hand(hands dry), walk straight behind the roti canai pan and started making Roti Canai. And as Malaysians know, Roti Canai involves a lot of hand contact between the Roti and the guy who makes it.<br /><br />Well, that's my friend and my experience in a Mamak. I'm sure you have some and keep it going :)<br /><br />I'll tag Mamak-goers people:<br />Kenneth<br />Joy<br />Joel<br />Leong<br />Carol<br />Chrissy<br />Meng<br />Jeannie<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Wilson Cheahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-66192843886808006242009-12-01T06:01:00.000-08:002009-12-01T06:05:19.117-08:00HolidaysI'm still in the middle of my holiday which is really boring me out. Nothing to do, and I'm getting restless day by day. Realizing too that I'm getting weaker too staying at home not much activities to do.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I NEED SOMETHING TO DO!!!</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" >apart from washing dishes and stuff like that</span><br /></div><br />Christmas is COMING! wonder how this christmas would be since i'll be celebrating it with my whole family :) both sister back and obviously i'm not going anywhere soon. Come christmas faster then new year then Uni re-open.<br /><br />But when Uni open, I think you'll read in this blog that i'll be screaming for holidays. Lol.Wilson Cheahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-58044991642624938412009-11-21T04:10:00.001-08:002009-11-21T04:28:27.339-08:00Fishing.....It might be my first and last time. It's not as easy as you thought and it's quite boring, having bugs swarming over you, watching that line closely, having some <s>irritating</s> talk-a-lot people around(lol jk). Well, it's sorta fun but it's not really my cup of tea. BUT I did enjoy the experience going fishing :)<br /><br />There's this cat who jumps up onto my lap out of a sudden and start snuggling on my lap. Pampered cat.....overall we caught 3 fish-2 big ones and one small one, really small.<br /><br />Surprisingly, I came out WITHOUT any mosquito bites at all while my dear friend's sister Megan had like at least 3 on her legs. Here's some pics I took.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieHzxOPz6nH1iU7azNDbQ1r9IRfjlFXqhO8JGM2YGYds8gVcbXcn5tSTgdDrvelj0THBY1yDLFft2X5uh9fNhLgDWj8LrwuNGwx2_hRVPyaLyGpkViFvfEC2eSbnJXxRifxJf1Z_NOs50/s1600/20112009662.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieHzxOPz6nH1iU7azNDbQ1r9IRfjlFXqhO8JGM2YGYds8gVcbXcn5tSTgdDrvelj0THBY1yDLFft2X5uh9fNhLgDWj8LrwuNGwx2_hRVPyaLyGpkViFvfEC2eSbnJXxRifxJf1Z_NOs50/s320/20112009662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406529106203285154" border="0" /></a>She's bored or is she emoing?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9IDbJtlBPJrt1iziCKXlDnBAjHvK0Stz3Fi_21QOzTxfoUXVKskoyYQkBj1J6ItNihTqSJWuR5_vjC0rQQD-FjsKSd-U8qxxGBjq7N-lphj4ehdUi8Va9fwawQi6vdeIUNRcRhsFrpcY/s1600/20112009663.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9IDbJtlBPJrt1iziCKXlDnBAjHvK0Stz3Fi_21QOzTxfoUXVKskoyYQkBj1J6ItNihTqSJWuR5_vjC0rQQD-FjsKSd-U8qxxGBjq7N-lphj4ehdUi8Va9fwawQi6vdeIUNRcRhsFrpcY/s320/20112009663.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406529115837473522" border="0" /></a>The <s>couple</s> guy,girl and the sister<br /></s></s></div><s><s><br /></s></s><div style="text-align: center;"><s><s><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwUZQR3FR_NZBwF9Odah7dwV49kuQszqt6B8yQXAzpHhfQy6bOmHMxVqjg9jWc5-miwzPTrJvPQtSbmB2t-M06tg2A8jGtbM1YwCy6Hc3mKFoi791_jmFdwaLz6xlTmdP3TiWE1Yga4_o/s1600/20112009665.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwUZQR3FR_NZBwF9Odah7dwV49kuQszqt6B8yQXAzpHhfQy6bOmHMxVqjg9jWc5-miwzPTrJvPQtSbmB2t-M06tg2A8jGtbM1YwCy6Hc3mKFoi791_jmFdwaLz6xlTmdP3TiWE1Yga4_o/s320/20112009665.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406529116999022994" border="0" /></a>My partner who helped me with fishing<br /></s></s></div><s><s><br /></s></s><div style="text-align: center;"><s><s><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-UKaoMndM7Z9MF2Ya9cZEfX7ueZgn9M0uVYMyMfAW1EZFPxeHs2DjvGGW8dsotEMnx8ezkZmhX3pkd-mXR9nFLqGV7vOkjM5XVDXCiZmduFxFiH62oJSO1pt5QFKWzIiSlnKBi2Q1Hhs/s1600/20112009664.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-UKaoMndM7Z9MF2Ya9cZEfX7ueZgn9M0uVYMyMfAW1EZFPxeHs2DjvGGW8dsotEMnx8ezkZmhX3pkd-mXR9nFLqGV7vOkjM5XVDXCiZmduFxFiH62oJSO1pt5QFKWzIiSlnKBi2Q1Hhs/s320/20112009664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406529096286704370" border="0" />The cat who enjoys self-service</a><br /><br /><br /></s></s><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><s><s>But thanks bro for bringing me out for fishing :)<br /></s></s></span></div></div><s><s><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"></s></s><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Wilson Cheahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-47246570823966132412009-11-12T07:16:00.000-08:002009-11-12T07:18:17.634-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">I'm boreddddd........<br /><br />Just watched 2012, good show :)<br /><br />Finally fixed my blog background. But, somehow it's not the same as before.....don't know why, don't care.<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"></div><div style="text-align: center;" id="refHTML"></div>Wilson Cheahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278noreply@blogger.com0