<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:33:04.292-08:00</updated><category term='breaking of a friendship'/><category term='Thoughts by Wil'/><category term='Joke'/><category term='sick'/><category term='tags'/><category term='fall'/><title type='text'>Lake Wilson</title><subtitle type='html'>A place of serenity and tranquility-and to fish and swim</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>171</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-8617529855268121806</id><published>2010-08-27T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T20:42:59.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'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?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-8617529855268121806?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8617529855268121806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=8617529855268121806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/8617529855268121806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/8617529855268121806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-wondering-what-should-i-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-8418865288760019776</id><published>2010-07-21T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T17:58:42.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-8418865288760019776?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8418865288760019776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=8418865288760019776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/8418865288760019776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/8418865288760019776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2010/07/rotting.html' title='Rotting'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-3815254295136916982</id><published>2010-06-22T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T01:42:54.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overconfident</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-3815254295136916982?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3815254295136916982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=3815254295136916982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/3815254295136916982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/3815254295136916982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2010/06/overconfident.html' title='Overconfident'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-2048597699907269451</id><published>2010-06-08T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:04:18.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMS</title><content type='html'>I was sms-ing with my dad the other day:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;me: papa, time to top up back account&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dad: chow lar ler (in other words, nah.....)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;me: this friday you come fetch me, you see me begging at the street&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dad: good experience&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;me: =.= or you see my face in the newspaper headlines tomorrow for robbing bank&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;*dad rush off to the back to top up my account*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S: last line was just exaggerating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-2048597699907269451?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2048597699907269451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=2048597699907269451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/2048597699907269451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/2048597699907269451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2010/06/sms.html' title='SMS'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-7069363324808746764</id><published>2010-05-30T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T03:44:15.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Something funny happened last semester and I forgot to blog about it. It happened this way;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"you guys go first"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/TAIs9WjHz-I/AAAAAAAAAuU/3_2yQvhU7kU/s1600/02042010813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/TAIs9WjHz-I/AAAAAAAAAuU/3_2yQvhU7kU/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The key&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/TAIs93VIVtI/AAAAAAAAAuc/qxrO8NlYX3w/s1600/02042010814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/TAIs93VIVtI/AAAAAAAAAuc/qxrO8NlYX3w/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The halves key&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/TAIs-yJ6VEI/AAAAAAAAAus/3r1xT0MiyrE/s1600/05042010834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/TAIs-yJ6VEI/AAAAAAAAAus/3r1xT0MiyrE/s320/05042010834.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476989553962800194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;comparison between the proper and the failed key&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/TAIs-SwnNeI/AAAAAAAAAuk/prfh82u8ERA/s1600/05042010833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/TAIs-SwnNeI/AAAAAAAAAuk/prfh82u8ERA/s320/05042010833.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476989545535190498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hopefully, it wouldn't happen again. Though it's fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/TAIs93VIVtI/AAAAAAAAAuc/qxrO8NlYX3w/s1600/02042010814.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-7069363324808746764?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7069363324808746764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=7069363324808746764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/7069363324808746764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/7069363324808746764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2010/05/something-funny.html' title='Something Funny'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/TAIs9WjHz-I/AAAAAAAAAuU/3_2yQvhU7kU/s72-c/02042010813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-7849792975094662919</id><published>2010-05-28T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T19:21:01.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lab Session</title><content type='html'>My 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:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The circuit short-circuit for countless times. You could hear the switch *tak* * tak* *tak* (switching off itself automatically) the whole time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The lecturer herself got shocked by electric when attempting to turn on the power supply(classic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;how it happened:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"o&lt;i&gt;wh! did you hear that? i can feel the electric!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"wah, half my head feels zapped!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry lecturer, my bad.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-One of the groups made fireworks out of a capacitor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;How it happened:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Kit and Mr Jin are in the same group. They connected everything and Mr Kit hit the 'on' switch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*BOOFFFF!!!!!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;lecturer: "boy, you better keep it already. I don't want you to do it anymore."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what will happen to the next lab class. Would something like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lecturer: "you must all wear rubber gloves, boots, and apron to protect yourself"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-7849792975094662919?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7849792975094662919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=7849792975094662919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/7849792975094662919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/7849792975094662919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2010/05/lab-session.html' title='Lab Session'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-9155199125439067853</id><published>2010-05-12T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T07:25:25.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Results.....</title><content type='html'>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: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;First day of class:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lecturer: Ok, we will emphasize more on iteration, if's, functions. As for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Classes and Structure&lt;/span&gt;, it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;won't be coming out in your final exam.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Throughout the semester:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lecturer: Focus more on those that are coming out. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Classes and Structure not coming out&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Lecture on Class and Structure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lecturer: I'm just going through it quickly since &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;it's not coming out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Last few lectures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lecturer: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Classes and Structure&lt;/span&gt; won't be coming out in final exam.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Final exam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;me: *flips through exam paper.* OMiGosH! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Classes and Structure came out!&lt;/span&gt; no idea how to do......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. #&amp;amp;%*!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;P.S: Classes and structure are topics in C++ programming. And yea, I got A- for C++. Dang it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-9155199125439067853?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/9155199125439067853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=9155199125439067853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/9155199125439067853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/9155199125439067853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2010/05/results.html' title='Results.....'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-6137315809029758529</id><published>2010-04-30T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T20:27:55.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of an Era</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Era iii : Semester 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lesson learned: creatine does helps you lift heavier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing was that I gained 3kg!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Irresponsible Residents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, here's what they do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you know what's a dirty room, I believe you would have to redefine "dirty"&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S95BvKYQEZI/AAAAAAAAAt0/hcUSzprYV_k/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S95BwPkdUxI/AAAAAAAAAuE/yIsrtZ32uPk/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;igarette's and cokes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S95BvnYZq0I/AAAAAAAAAt8/pkm3PrVjhuw/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How the heck does anyone live in this room!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S94_FZ6xEVI/AAAAAAAAAtM/EHTWZ5xJBfo/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S94_GYhrLRI/AAAAAAAAAtc/xGqZ-V19vcs/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Steamboat!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S94_G-Sra4I/AAAAAAAAAtk/GtsCCiwh0VY/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S94_Hb4ASkI/AAAAAAAAAts/QLYWod0_R1U/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chemicals!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S94_F6pVaxI/AAAAAAAAAtU/qRtGaWjEEk8/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Act cute saja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S949MpgKoYI/AAAAAAAAAtE/7Tei67edMXw/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desk with extra rack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S95Ci3YkrGI/AAAAAAAAAuM/WX8I0fFRlWc/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wall rack :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One more is that my room door now has a magnet thingy that keeps it open =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Coursemates all guys......here's what you get:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S949LNyzmdI/AAAAAAAAAss/hVqFlSihEH8/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S949MJ4odlI/AAAAAAAAAs8/N1n2bRNaUAk/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talk about undies expo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S949KghHVsI/AAAAAAAAAsk/7KtuK5UH1KQ/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh how sweet.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(it wouldn't be if I zoom out of the image and what you see is two guys there)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S949Lr8idxI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Tid8w0yWfh0/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;6 Kancils together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-6137315809029758529?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6137315809029758529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=6137315809029758529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6137315809029758529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6137315809029758529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2010/04/end-of-era.html' title='End of an Era'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S95BvKYQEZI/AAAAAAAAAt0/hcUSzprYV_k/s72-c/26042010865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-4005646922537487514</id><published>2010-04-19T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T06:25:19.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Web Page down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The worst thing that could possibly happen to a teenager nowadays would be when the particular web page they want to browse is down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the worst thing. But the &lt;i&gt;worses&lt;/i&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ARGHHHH!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, exams this Sat this next Thursday. Don't worry, i'll still be on msn &amp;amp; facebook as usual. heh. Pray for me to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Understand what i'm studying(some things just makes no sense to me now)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remember what I studied&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have no stress&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have wisdom while sitting for the papers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks and cherios ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-4005646922537487514?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4005646922537487514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=4005646922537487514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/4005646922537487514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/4005646922537487514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2010/04/web-page-down.html' title='Web Page down'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-8421616795374923257</id><published>2010-03-26T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:30:51.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Years</title><content type='html'>It 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:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;~~&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;You looked different today but I couldn't figure out what(apart from cutting my hair) it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;~~&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;You look younger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;~~&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;You look better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a comment which got a slap from me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;~~&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;You look like Ah Gua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-8421616795374923257?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8421616795374923257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=8421616795374923257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/8421616795374923257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/8421616795374923257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2010/03/19-years.html' title='19 Years'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-8301972117564531266</id><published>2010-03-16T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T05:17:34.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>The thoughts which I have the last few weeks.......&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was thinking about the assignment which I did with my group of friends(submitted today), a thought came into my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;2 weeks of hard work and it all ended in less than 12 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the nice thing is that, it's worth every sweat shed on it :)) it's an experience which I would never part with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Gay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Barring from exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Going Solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Bodybuilding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-you won't get sunburn, your skin remains fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-you get to workout in an air condition place(if you're the kind who dies without air condition)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-you can do it yourself(of course having a partner/spotter/friend is better)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-you get to challenge yourself, your body, your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-(dang i thought of something funny and i forgot about it....)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That'll be all for now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-8301972117564531266?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8301972117564531266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=8301972117564531266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/8301972117564531266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/8301972117564531266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2010/03/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-8010652953919093574</id><published>2010-03-06T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T06:59:02.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been a long journey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Travelling with you to places far and near, rural areas and metropolitan areas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have really served me well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now it's time to say goodbye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Goodbye Celcom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*sobs*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-no more unlimited messages and calls&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-no more no need to worry about credit left&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-no more wide coverage(I got to boast about the wide coverage when I used celcom)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-no more 'dad pays all the bill'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's bow our heads as we remember this beautiful moments I once had.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;*one minute passes by*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Hello Maxis! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a new journey, so serve me well Maxis! and i'll see whether we'll last~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-8010652953919093574?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8010652953919093574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=8010652953919093574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/8010652953919093574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/8010652953919093574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2010/03/end-of-road.html' title='End of the Road'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-4615505796481463978</id><published>2010-02-19T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T17:43:28.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifting Away~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a feeling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm drifting away.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-4615505796481463978?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4615505796481463978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=4615505796481463978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/4615505796481463978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/4615505796481463978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2010/02/drifting-away.html' title='Drifting Away~~~'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-5531394739031026961</id><published>2010-02-10T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T06:33:00.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected/Suprise</title><content type='html'>I didn't expect my day to turn up like today. It was a day like any other Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;~eat breakfast&lt;br /&gt;~go for classes at 10-12&lt;br /&gt;~hit the gym&lt;br /&gt;~bath and eat&lt;br /&gt;~attend classes at 2-4&lt;br /&gt;~end of classes&lt;br /&gt;~self-enjoyment or free time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NEVER DO THINGS LAST MINUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-5531394739031026961?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5531394739031026961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=5531394739031026961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/5531394739031026961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/5531394739031026961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2010/02/unexpectedsuprise.html' title='Unexpected/Suprise'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-941864209503674884</id><published>2010-02-05T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T03:01:58.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TESTSSS</title><content type='html'>Tests 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!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ok let's CS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ROFL Gonna start studying now. Cherio, till then :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-941864209503674884?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/941864209503674884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=941864209503674884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/941864209503674884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/941864209503674884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2010/02/testsss.html' title='TESTSSS'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-745263306273587470</id><published>2010-01-30T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T04:01:49.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C++</title><content type='html'>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. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S2QfBuxb0sI/AAAAAAAAAsc/I5KdYuHAlC0/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S2QfBuxb0sI/AAAAAAAAAsc/I5KdYuHAlC0/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432501165111366338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-745263306273587470?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/745263306273587470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=745263306273587470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/745263306273587470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/745263306273587470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2010/01/c.html' title='C++'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S2QfBuxb0sI/AAAAAAAAAsc/I5KdYuHAlC0/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-2009299986215980604</id><published>2010-01-15T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T02:53:42.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>It'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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 2nd Sister Departure&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S1BA-zWTHfI/AAAAAAAAAr8/RWNTciTTKqU/s1600-h/IMG_4410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S1BA-zWTHfI/AAAAAAAAAr8/RWNTciTTKqU/s320/IMG_4410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426908998661250546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) College!&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S1BA_Smpn8I/AAAAAAAAAsE/A8YGMt1LnmQ/s1600-h/04012010751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S1BA_Smpn8I/AAAAAAAAAsE/A8YGMt1LnmQ/s320/04012010751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426909007051333570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my room when i just moved in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S1BA-dZUMdI/AAAAAAAAAr0/N66aKHp7BQk/s1600-h/15012010756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S1BA-dZUMdI/AAAAAAAAAr0/N66aKHp7BQk/s320/15012010756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426908992768324050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S1BA97ltj3I/AAAAAAAAArs/hwvM7BW9oF0/s1600-h/15012010755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S1BA97ltj3I/AAAAAAAAArs/hwvM7BW9oF0/s320/15012010755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426908983693512562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S1BA9Tt-1JI/AAAAAAAAArk/Dv-DJhtLX6M/s1600-h/12012010754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S1BA9Tt-1JI/AAAAAAAAArk/Dv-DJhtLX6M/s320/12012010754.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426908972990780562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 _ _ _ _ _! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*hmph*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Woship Ministry&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Bodybuilding&lt;br /&gt;I'ma be more dedicated and put on slabs of muscle! Nothing is impossible! *AUMMM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S1BIZ1IAz_I/AAAAAAAAAsU/CV5uqagC7BY/s1600-h/IMG_4416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S1BIZ1IAz_I/AAAAAAAAAsU/CV5uqagC7BY/s320/IMG_4416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426917159576063986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll be all for now. Gonna go celebrated friends birthday:) Goodday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-2009299986215980604?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2009299986215980604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=2009299986215980604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/2009299986215980604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/2009299986215980604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/S1BA-zWTHfI/AAAAAAAAAr8/RWNTciTTKqU/s72-c/IMG_4410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-1304228496990924278</id><published>2009-12-26T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T03:39:43.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion</title><content type='html'>It 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......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'hello, could you come?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I'm in a party now, call you back later?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expecting late to be really late,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Late what time?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'1 or 2?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muntah darah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'i sleep dy'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'12?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'sleep already also'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;s&gt;fight&lt;/s&gt; 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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No man is an island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find that really true now. Friends-cherish them, appreciate them, love them, for you never know when you might lose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends, it's an honour and priveleged to have a friend like you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-1304228496990924278?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1304228496990924278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=1304228496990924278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/1304228496990924278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/1304228496990924278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/12/reunion.html' title='Reunion'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-1497132728410927748</id><published>2009-12-22T18:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:08:58.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results!</title><content type='html'>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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wow, so fancy lah the name! what is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'wilson, when I look into your face I can't think'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and recently, another friend told me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'wilson, you here I just can't think about my dance'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'he's(wilson) a good presentor' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Him all things are POSSIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-1497132728410927748?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1497132728410927748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=1497132728410927748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/1497132728410927748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/1497132728410927748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/12/results.html' title='Results!'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-1678948853161398816</id><published>2009-12-21T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T06:52:28.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neutral Actions</title><content type='html'>I 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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 :)&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-1678948853161398816?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1678948853161398816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=1678948853161398816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/1678948853161398816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/1678948853161398816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/12/neutral-actions.html' title='Neutral Actions'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-8563409620623278442</id><published>2009-12-11T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T06:10:09.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>APYAC pt 1</title><content type='html'>In 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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SyJNaEq7HZI/AAAAAAAAAq8/zDsebmjmOvY/s1600-h/10122009698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SyJNaEq7HZI/AAAAAAAAAq8/zDsebmjmOvY/s320/10122009698.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413974812378471826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SyJNak48QHI/AAAAAAAAArE/QlNBTLXsE0k/s1600-h/10122009703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SyJNak48QHI/AAAAAAAAArE/QlNBTLXsE0k/s320/10122009703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413974821027201138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dont know who's she but she's a good singer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SyJNa_t4BeI/AAAAAAAAArM/JCCoh50XklY/s1600-h/10122009704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SyJNa_t4BeI/AAAAAAAAArM/JCCoh50XklY/s320/10122009704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413974828228543970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SyJNb0VI4TI/AAAAAAAAArc/Dk0hKXerwy0/s1600-h/11122009709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SyJNb0VI4TI/AAAAAAAAArc/Dk0hKXerwy0/s320/11122009709.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413974842351870258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;brother like brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SyJNbUy2euI/AAAAAAAAArU/kNh7uwC6LXY/s1600-h/10122009699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SyJNbUy2euI/AAAAAAAAArU/kNh7uwC6LXY/s320/10122009699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413974833886558946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-8563409620623278442?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8563409620623278442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=8563409620623278442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/8563409620623278442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/8563409620623278442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/12/apyac-pt-1.html' title='APYAC pt 1'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SyJNaEq7HZI/AAAAAAAAAq8/zDsebmjmOvY/s72-c/10122009698.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-461139618090501583</id><published>2009-12-03T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T01:53:32.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamak Tag</title><content type='html'>Seeing 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident 1:&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident 2:&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mamak and ordered a fruit juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"saya mau kisar, fresh punya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on told my friend about it and he told me that I should have inform him after he finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident 3:&lt;br /&gt;This was by my friend:&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's my friend and my experience in a Mamak. I'm sure you have some and keep it going :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tag Mamak-goers people:&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth&lt;br /&gt;Joy&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;Leong&lt;br /&gt;Carol&lt;br /&gt;Chrissy&lt;br /&gt;Meng&lt;br /&gt;Jeannie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-461139618090501583?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/461139618090501583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=461139618090501583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/461139618090501583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/461139618090501583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/12/mamak-tag.html' title='Mamak Tag'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-6619284388680800624</id><published>2009-12-01T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T06:05:19.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>I'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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I NEED SOMETHING TO DO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;apart from washing dishes and stuff like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when Uni open, I think you'll read in this blog that i'll be screaming for holidays. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-6619284388680800624?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6619284388680800624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=6619284388680800624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6619284388680800624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6619284388680800624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-5804499164262493841</id><published>2009-11-21T04:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T04:28:27.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing.....</title><content type='html'>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 &lt;s&gt;irritating&lt;/s&gt; 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 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SwfZk7sOlqI/AAAAAAAAAqE/MtqQ08nHk0U/s1600/20112009662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SwfZk7sOlqI/AAAAAAAAAqE/MtqQ08nHk0U/s320/20112009662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406529106203285154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's bored or is she emoing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SwfZlflMovI/AAAAAAAAAqM/_sQyx8DSGrE/s1600/20112009663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SwfZlflMovI/AAAAAAAAAqM/_sQyx8DSGrE/s320/20112009663.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406529115837473522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;s&gt;couple&lt;/s&gt; guy,girl and the sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SwfZlj6IeZI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lxucNJmE_LA/s1600/20112009665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SwfZlj6IeZI/AAAAAAAAAqU/lxucNJmE_LA/s320/20112009665.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406529116999022994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My partner who helped me with fishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SwfZkWv7kvI/AAAAAAAAAp8/MKJJVLKIoQ4/s1600/20112009664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SwfZkWv7kvI/AAAAAAAAAp8/MKJJVLKIoQ4/s320/20112009664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406529096286704370" border="0" /&gt;The cat who enjoys self-service&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;But thanks bro for bringing me out for fishing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-5804499164262493841?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5804499164262493841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=5804499164262493841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/5804499164262493841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/5804499164262493841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/11/fishing.html' title='Fishing.....'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SwfZk7sOlqI/AAAAAAAAAqE/MtqQ08nHk0U/s72-c/20112009662.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-4724657082396613241</id><published>2009-11-12T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T07:18:17.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm boreddddd........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched 2012, good show :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally fixed my blog background. But, somehow it's not the same as before.....don't know why, don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-4724657082396613241?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4724657082396613241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=4724657082396613241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/4724657082396613241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/4724657082396613241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-boreddddd.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-6745358797280386288</id><published>2009-10-31T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T06:26:42.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem 2</title><content type='html'>Semester 2 came to an end 2 days ago. So fast. Well it's actually short sem-2 months. And now I have a 2 months break. What am i GONNA do this 2 months? I have no idea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campus life is, FUN! but sometimes it gets boring cause the routine is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning- wake up. wake friends up. pangsai pangjie. go class.&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon-lunch. nap. study(a bit la sometimes). gym.&lt;br /&gt;Evening- dinner(always have trouble deciding where to eat).&lt;br /&gt;Night- study(sometimesssss)&lt;br /&gt;And the all day round activity is-ONLINE!~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, it doesn't change much except once in a while go KaraOkI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had to shift all my things out of my den. From the least to the greatest. Why? because they wanted to do some renovations. I hope they build remote control fan, replace the bed with water bed, change the cupboard to a sliding door cupboard, change the table to a solid wood table, the chair to a chair with cushion, and replace the tiles with parquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's only gonna be a paint job........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Had 5 trips up and down my room. 2 times more than the previous sem....what's more this time stepper stairs and now i'm at 4th floor! but finally finish shifting all my things into the car. And then, hehe, went into girls dorm~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-6745358797280386288?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6745358797280386288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=6745358797280386288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6745358797280386288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6745358797280386288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/10/sem-2.html' title='Sem 2'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-6889105207464768583</id><published>2009-10-13T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T07:14:06.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pics Does The Talks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/StSKQJf8E7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/O-S9wkdiUNw/s1600-h/Image0305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/StSKQJf8E7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/O-S9wkdiUNw/s320/Image0305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392086663901746098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pics of him getting locked his room, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/StSKPqB69FI/AAAAAAAAAps/c9XHECCYCJU/s1600-h/Image0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/StSKPqB69FI/AAAAAAAAAps/c9XHECCYCJU/s320/Image0303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392086655454344274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/StSI-B2bwSI/AAAAAAAAApk/XAJyc9T54Zs/s1600-h/Image0292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/StSI-B2bwSI/AAAAAAAAApk/XAJyc9T54Zs/s320/Image0292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392085253099340066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No more fathers day! mUAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/StSI9E1LVNI/AAAAAAAAApU/KCUiRhNLmCI/s1600-h/Image0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/StSI9E1LVNI/AAAAAAAAApU/KCUiRhNLmCI/s320/Image0283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392085236719506642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everything you do, squat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/StSI8p7FsZI/AAAAAAAAApM/C13EIaQEzjo/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/StSI8p7FsZI/AAAAAAAAApM/C13EIaQEzjo/s320/DSC00289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392085229496545682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/StSI8IsXmgI/AAAAAAAAApE/jFstPJ9ic4s/s1600-h/DSC00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/StSI8IsXmgI/AAAAAAAAApE/jFstPJ9ic4s/s320/DSC00288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392085220576434690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know about you, but he looks like he's having constipation while doing a chin-up. Or it he trying to _ _ _ _ while doing a chin up? beats me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/StSI9tfUiyI/AAAAAAAAApc/tXgOZQyeXx4/s1600-h/Image0288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/StSI9tfUiyI/AAAAAAAAApc/tXgOZQyeXx4/s320/Image0288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392085247633689378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/StSI8IsXmgI/AAAAAAAAApE/jFstPJ9ic4s/s1600-h/DSC00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-6889105207464768583?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6889105207464768583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=6889105207464768583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6889105207464768583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6889105207464768583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/10/pics-does-talks.html' title='The Pics Does The Talks'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/StSKQJf8E7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/O-S9wkdiUNw/s72-c/Image0305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-7369058521436714080</id><published>2009-10-08T18:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:05:44.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentation and Academic Award</title><content type='html'>Had my first presentation yesterday. Though it wasn't a formal one, it went quite well for my group. Suprisingly wasn't that nervous, don't know why but maybe because I experienced talking in front of the class before? anyway a friend of mine crack a joke while presenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wilson: we will be presenting &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;......and I will now pass the time to Simon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simon: As you can see, we are arranged from tall to short. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wilson: ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it so happen that Simon being the tallest was on the right, me the average height(hehe) in the middle and Jin who happen to be the shortest among us on the left. So.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF IT!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;beats me.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago had academic award for doing well in previous semester. Wasn't nervous until it was my turn to go up and get my cert. Had butterflies in my stomach then, cause afraid of doing a faux pax. Had a number of faux pax in my life and not wanting to have another one. But it went ^.^ and came the end. Had photography session then went for dinner with mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-7369058521436714080?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7369058521436714080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=7369058521436714080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/7369058521436714080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/7369058521436714080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/10/presentation-and-academic-award.html' title='Presentation and Academic Award'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-1469230986324849585</id><published>2009-09-26T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:32:30.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demolition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see scores like 4,3,2,1,0. You seldom see 5. And when you see 6, it's.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Liverpool&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6-1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hull City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not just a thrashing, it's a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DEMOLITION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Torres scored a hat trick. Followed by a Gerrard goal. A babel goal and the last goal, here's what happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reira made a shot outside the box. The ball got deflected off Babel's heel(Babel was just standing there), volleyed high into the air and Goal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-1469230986324849585?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1469230986324849585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=1469230986324849585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/1469230986324849585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/1469230986324849585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/09/demolition.html' title='Demolition'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-156387393643660402</id><published>2009-09-21T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T07:09:31.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Churches</title><content type='html'>In today word, there's so many churches out there. Methodist, Assembly of God, Lutheran, (some of which i could thought of), but what really matters is, not what kind of churches it is. But more of, who does the obeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an inspiration and a testimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The head from a ______ church had a dream one night. He dreamt that he went to heaven and at the gates, he asked the man he saw there, what kind of christians are there inside heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Do you have Lutheran Christians in there?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Nop we don't'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'What about assembly of God Christians?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Nop we don't'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'What about Methodist christians?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'nor that too'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he become suprised. So he asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'what kind of christians are in there?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'there's only the christians that worship God and obeys His word that is the Bible' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, he told his congregation about his dream. And slowly, it changed from a _____church to a church that obeys God's word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from here, it doesn't matter what church, as long as it follows the bible. Because the bible is God's word, from the living God :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:this is not to condem any church but to tell that the church should obey God's word in all matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-156387393643660402?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/156387393643660402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=156387393643660402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/156387393643660402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/156387393643660402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/09/churches.html' title='Churches'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-8220644636192116530</id><published>2009-09-10T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:47:55.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plague and Dreads</title><content type='html'>I'm being hit by an plague. An injury plague. Suffered from shoulder injury 3 days ago and woke up today morning with a wrist pain....and the irony of it all is that i don't know how i got them. I went to bed, everything is fineee until I woke up the morning and try to move my left arm, *owhhhhh* and this is really bugging me because there's a lot of things i can't do like &lt;s&gt;dating&lt;/s&gt;training a.k.a hitting the gym. Oh and if you're thinking about the 'dating', i actually go on date with the gym everyday ^.^ I really hope this plague will stop here. Pray for me guys and girls, it's really bugging me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I HATE PEOPLE WHO TALKS LIKE THEY ARE SHOUTING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;amp;%#%&amp;amp;*(&amp;amp;%#% can't they just talk softly instead of shouting at each other when they are talking? and laugh controlling their voices? FOR GOODNESS SAKE IT'S IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND PEOPLE IN TO SLEEP!!!!!!! irrational, immature, selfish people. Only thinks about themselves and when someone else does the same thing, they get pissed. An irony, a real irony.....and worst is when someone else tells them to keep quite, they would continue on as if they have no ears to listen.....i just felt like taking a baseball bat and hitting their skittle head off their body! hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got woke up today in the middle of a really peaceful night rest that I haven't been getting recently and d*** those *****, talk and laugh don't know like what so loud at 2.45 AM! had to go down 4 floors to complain to the guard and fortuantely the guard did something and anyways, those people just took off one hour from my sleep and i dread people like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BE CONSIDERATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-8220644636192116530?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8220644636192116530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=8220644636192116530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/8220644636192116530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/8220644636192116530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/09/plague-and-dreads.html' title='Plague and Dreads'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-7578666483090054484</id><published>2009-08-31T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T06:38:54.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; So here's the post I promised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I changed room for this semester because &lt;s&gt;I can't stand my roommate&lt;/s&gt; it's a call for change! lol. Anyway, went from twin sharing to single bedroom without air-cond this time. The room is quite ok-if you consider a room on the 4th floor to be okay....most of the things there are worn out, old, and cheap! cupboards and desk made of cheap wood. When I stand on the table(whole table supported by two metal only and the only the metals on the can hear it creaking and i'm NOT that heavy ok! It's quite warm both during the day and night. Here's some pictures of my room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376120137642631218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SpvQyAIDYDI/AAAAAAAAAok/dLelhJ16uGE/s320/Image0279.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Looking in from the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376120149527564418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SpvQysZpEII/AAAAAAAAAos/B1dmeeguums/s320/Image0280.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;View from the other end of the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376120158019269874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SpvQzMCONPI/AAAAAAAAAo0/u523_V0oSq0/s320/Image0282.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; the wardrobe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And here's something interesting I saw in one of the coffee shops. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;what do you do when you're the owner of a coffee shop, you're too cheap, you don't want to get a new lock even though the one currently using is spoilt. Here's what a cheapskate owner would do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376120692060332706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SpvRSRfiIqI/AAAAAAAAAo8/i1bA8KVXFG4/s320/Image0278.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Just use a chopstick to lock the door. And before this even worse, satay stick! seriously&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-7578666483090054484?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7578666483090054484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=7578666483090054484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/7578666483090054484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/7578666483090054484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-room.html' title='New Room'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SpvQyAIDYDI/AAAAAAAAAok/dLelhJ16uGE/s72-c/Image0279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-959288440824606817</id><published>2009-08-27T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:18:40.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredddddd</title><content type='html'>I don't know how many times i've put the same title on my post, 'bored'. I think some of you who haven't started reading this post would already feel bored or feel the aura of my bored-ness. It's been 2 weeks since my semester break starts, and i've done nothing. Cause there's nothing to do. wanna go out, mom would say something like,&lt;br /&gt;"still want to go out? H1N1 not scared ah?"&lt;br /&gt;Alamak *smack my head* then no one to go out to with also. Haiz....Then I came to be lazy to blog too. Feakin bored here. I'll end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tay tuned for&lt;/span&gt; 'New Room'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; 'Operation Bulk'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-959288440824606817?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/959288440824606817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=959288440824606817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/959288440824606817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/959288440824606817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/08/boredddddd.html' title='Boredddddd'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-3007792508320731519</id><published>2009-08-13T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T03:08:11.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Move House</title><content type='html'>And so came the end of 1st semester. 15 weeks just flash by so quickly that it seems like I just check in to my uni yesterday. I could still remember the day i first came to this uni, the orientation, classes, and then yesterday, my last two papers for this semester. Well, time past by real quick. If you keep thinking about it, it goes slow but when you're caught up with something, it just goes by. Life here to me seems, well interesting and boring. That's why it goes by quickly. So:&lt;br /&gt; Interesting &gt; Boring&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after exam went KFC. Had my sinful indulgence. Was actually thinking of junk foods, but my friends wanted KFC, so KFC it was. After that, went back uni CC. No life until 12 a.m. And guess what? after I went back to my room, I 'life' until 1.30am. Played the SIMS and they got married today!&lt;br /&gt;Today, woke up at 10.30am, eat then no life again for another 3 hours. Realizing that i'm going home tomorrow, I started packing. Good thing, my friend let me use his room as a store room :) so less things to bring home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;P.S: i'm addicted to kickmania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-3007792508320731519?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3007792508320731519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=3007792508320731519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/3007792508320731519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/3007792508320731519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/08/move-house.html' title='Move House'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-6178958366191693748</id><published>2009-08-06T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T09:06:08.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Short</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is short, just like how William Shakespeare describe it in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Life's Brief Candle, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and life becomes shorter when you have jays who 'kill you' instead of helping you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-6178958366191693748?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6178958366191693748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=6178958366191693748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6178958366191693748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6178958366191693748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/08/lifes-short.html' title='Life&apos;s Short'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-6332990853892264822</id><published>2009-07-27T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:08:17.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;You're a Jay if you do Jay walking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-6332990853892264822?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6332990853892264822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=6332990853892264822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6332990853892264822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6332990853892264822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/youre-jay-if-you-do-jay-walking.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-1492834665258232212</id><published>2009-07-21T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T07:33:38.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Once a Jay, always a Jay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;P.S:it has nothing to do with you, just random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just felt the urge to blog something in the toilet just now. So i did blog! yay me! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gayyyyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;.....i think i watch to much 'The suite life of Zack and Cody'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-1492834665258232212?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1492834665258232212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=1492834665258232212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/1492834665258232212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/1492834665258232212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-3272098277240213237</id><published>2009-07-09T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:20:27.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My England No Good</title><content type='html'>Just referring back to the recent hotline, Maths and Science are back to BM! AFTER 6 YEARS! so i'm sure you'll be asking, what kind of nonsense is this? first in malay language, then to english, and now back to malay. It's like, they're playing with our education. I mean, how far does BM actually goes?&lt;br /&gt;Higher education around Malaysia are mostly taught in English. Reference books in the library are in English. International language is english. And if students plans to pursue their studies overseas, its in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM are like, only used here in Malaysia? Not critisizing BM here but, look at the current level of English here in Malaysia, it's low, honestly. And if those high up people keep telling us to compete at international standards, then of course our education in the beginning have to be at international standards. It's like, you're trying to build KL tower using woods instead of cement. How far can you go with wood? It can bring you to a certain level and that's it, no more further. It's just an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i read on a newspaper today, Five Million Malaysian Youth in Danger. Will we be Outclassed?&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know what i think? I think yes, we will be. If nothing is done to our education. Countries like China, Vietnam, Indonesia are beefing up their education, having open door policies, running projects like Skills Training ofr Youth Employment in Indonesia(EAST) and here's Thailand's education system:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To provide their youth with a head start in career life, secoodary schoool students in Thailand are streamlined to help prepare them for the careers they would undertake in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They would earlier be graded based on their preformance in the many subjects; an apitude test is given. results would determine if they would do well in a cretain industry, say tourism, engineering etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suitable subjects would have been tailored to suit the different classes for the different industries, thus moulding students into becoming "specialists: from a very young age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another extract from it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'while the rest of the worldis develping youth policies that will equip their youth for the future, we are still looking at what language our school syllabuses should be in'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope that those high up people will come to realize that the current education has been a failure and they better buck up if they want to see Malaysia survive or emerge in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-3272098277240213237?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3272098277240213237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=3272098277240213237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/3272098277240213237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/3272098277240213237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-england-no-good.html' title='My England No Good'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-6648704125236737147</id><published>2009-06-30T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:10:12.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Life</title><content type='html'>Here's what happens when you get bored in class, something which you can't really do in secondary school :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Skq24Soj_wI/AAAAAAAAAnc/JdKcnrSDvgs/s1600-h/Picture0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Skq24Soj_wI/AAAAAAAAAnc/JdKcnrSDvgs/s320/Picture0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353292185274154754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The mechatronics student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Skq243RILVI/AAAAAAAAAns/KaruAe_BUxw/s1600-h/Picture0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Skq243RILVI/AAAAAAAAAns/KaruAe_BUxw/s320/Picture0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353292195107974482" border="0" /&gt;candid shots&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Skq24gmtaII/AAAAAAAAAnk/w-x8uzm7H4s/s1600-h/Picture0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Skq24gmtaII/AAAAAAAAAnk/w-x8uzm7H4s/s320/Picture0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353292189024479362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;candid shots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Skq24BeOFbI/AAAAAAAAAnU/563BlGW-5hU/s1600-h/Photo-0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Skq24BeOFbI/AAAAAAAAAnU/563BlGW-5hU/s320/Photo-0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353292180667372978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoho, i'm playing the 'guitar'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Skq23649jNI/AAAAAAAAAnM/s_wNaVb-A0I/s1600-h/Superstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Skq23649jNI/AAAAAAAAAnM/s_wNaVb-A0I/s320/Superstar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353292178900487378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'ma superstar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha, so i suppose you can guess that college life is much more fun than school life but keep in mind to set ur priority's right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-6648704125236737147?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6648704125236737147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=6648704125236737147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6648704125236737147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6648704125236737147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/06/college-life.html' title='College Life'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Skq24Soj_wI/AAAAAAAAAnc/JdKcnrSDvgs/s72-c/Picture0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-4747090678136859633</id><published>2009-06-26T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T04:15:09.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I Pronounce you Mr and Miss Inti</title><content type='html'>I'm currently eating ice-cream =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 24th of June 2009, *yawn* my Uni/college had an event, Orientation Night where the final showdown of choosing Mr and Miss Inti was help. Well at first i didn't planned to go but thank God for friends that one of them called me and asked me whether do I want to go and sitting on a fence, i finally fell to the side that says 'GO'. According to the schedule it's supposed to start at 6.30pm but you know malaysian timing, it finally kicked off at 7.40pm like that. Aih what's happening to our timing......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the usual boring stuff, introducing the VIP's-Very Idioctic Person, speeches by them, and then some lame jokes by the MC and finally, the showdown. There was altogether 3 catwalks. First was the usual catwalk, 2nd were it's beachwear sadly no bikini's or swimming trunks, thirdly role play. Hoho check out those sexy legs, fuyoh my eyes bulging out at the end of the day. Ops did i say the word sexy legs? hm i don't think i did. Nevermind. There wasn't any sexy legs in this blog. Some funny stuff the contestants did on stage. Here are some pics i took with my phone cam, it's not a DSLR so don't complain much on them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SkSrCDcJDOI/AAAAAAAAAmM/mU_5UNlC3yM/s1600-h/Image0235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SkSrCDcJDOI/AAAAAAAAAmM/mU_5UNlC3yM/s320/Image0235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351590308994419938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cowgirl, lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SkSrBml_6cI/AAAAAAAAAmE/X0noW7mBdnY/s1600-h/Image0229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SkSrBml_6cI/AAAAAAAAAmE/X0noW7mBdnY/s320/Image0229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351590301251135938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of the  contestant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SkSrCOmgDZI/AAAAAAAAAmU/X2HR4AJdeW4/s1600-h/Image0236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SkSrCOmgDZI/AAAAAAAAAmU/X2HR4AJdeW4/s320/Image0236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351590311990660498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two lame MC's.&lt;br /&gt;here's one of their lame joke. JJ, why did the cat failed to catch the mouse? answer: because the mouse was riding a motorbike. zzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winner is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SkSrCowccCI/AAAAAAAAAmk/49XzPuhJ-Yg/s1600-h/Image0240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SkSrCowccCI/AAAAAAAAAmk/49XzPuhJ-Yg/s320/Image0240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351590319011688482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adeline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SkSrCZuhA9I/AAAAAAAAAmc/LK7pIDFwY1k/s1600-h/Image0238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SkSrCZuhA9I/AAAAAAAAAmc/LK7pIDFwY1k/s320/Image0238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351590314977067986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and i don't know your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SkSs_Z_MB1I/AAAAAAAAAms/MB1ak-V7MEM/s1600-h/Image0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SkSs_Z_MB1I/AAAAAAAAAms/MB1ak-V7MEM/s320/Image0242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351592462530643794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a better shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i didn't manage to take the picture of the girl i was supporting. yeah i did say girl if you were wondering you saw something wrong. So there you have it, Mr and Miss Inti. And then right, we were handed out goodies bag, actually when we came in we were handed them. And check em' out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: oh did i forgot to mention that my friend and I actually went from normal seating to extra VIP? and we paid the price of the normal seating only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SkStTB8VY6I/AAAAAAAAAnE/YF8WdYgr3X0/s1600-h/Image0243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SkStTB8VY6I/AAAAAAAAAnE/YF8WdYgr3X0/s320/Image0243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351592799673607074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;booklet, tissues, sweets, drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eh wait, i left something out. here, can see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SkSs_krqSgI/AAAAAAAAAm0/rl0vM1B7mj4/s1600-h/Image0244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SkSs_krqSgI/AAAAAAAAAm0/rl0vM1B7mj4/s320/Image0244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351592465401530882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh did i forgot to mention it came with a sample?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;lemme flip it back and show you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SkSs_zmJbcI/AAAAAAAAAm8/G7kCYrLRD3k/s1600-h/Image0245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SkSs_zmJbcI/AAAAAAAAAm8/G7kCYrLRD3k/s320/Image0245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351592469404937666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, you named it, Durex. And it makes me wonder, is the morale in the Uni dropping or is it the morale of the people nowadays dropping? you tell me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-4747090678136859633?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4747090678136859633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=4747090678136859633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/4747090678136859633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/4747090678136859633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-i-pronounce-you-mr-and-miss-inti.html' title='Now I Pronounce you Mr and Miss Inti'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SkSrCDcJDOI/AAAAAAAAAmM/mU_5UNlC3yM/s72-c/Image0235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-8697300586356815078</id><published>2009-06-17T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:14:01.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life for the past few days has been about physics, physics, and PHYSICS! gah! i need a break from physics. After today, no physics for the next few days. Physics because i have a test today on physics and another test on engineering drawing. And on top of that another test tomorrow on Computer System and Programming and not to mention i haven't finish my assignment......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what! my teacher is on MC and unfortunately, there's gonna be another replacement. ZZZZ.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-8697300586356815078?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8697300586356815078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=8697300586356815078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/8697300586356815078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/8697300586356815078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/06/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-8603753065945868253</id><published>2009-06-05T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:45:09.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggg</title><content type='html'>I felt like blogging but doesn't have something really good in mind to blog about. Well here's what happening to me right now:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)My dad's sorta blasting the stereo system, which might be the reason how i woke up at 10.11 am. WWEEEEE finally get to sleep past 9am after one whole week.&lt;br /&gt;2)I have 2 upcoming test next 2 weeks, gotta start studying(actual studying) after slacking since semester starts. 10 more weeks till final test.&lt;br /&gt;3)Just got an assignment where i'm suppose to design a browser for the World Cup 2010 that's being held in Afrika. Any ideas guys and girls? which software should i use, how should i design it? Chrissy help me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;4)Gonna have homecook wantan mee for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;5)Most of my friends went for church camp, so this Sunday no activities, whereby i might return back to my holiday villa(as my mom calls it) or anyone wanna go for badminton at Challenger on Sunday evening?leave me a comment on my cbox&lt;br /&gt;6)Damn i hope i'm not gonna be like Tris whose life is in bullet form(jk tris)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-8603753065945868253?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8603753065945868253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=8603753065945868253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/8603753065945868253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/8603753065945868253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/06/bloggg.html' title='Bloggg'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-1266259734601982911</id><published>2009-05-28T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T03:03:02.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Engineering Drawing,Again</title><content type='html'>So one week later after my previous post of '&lt;a href="http://http//lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/engineering-drawing.html"&gt;Engineering Drawing&lt;/a&gt;' here comes another post on it. Not much difference this time. By the time I decided to leave, the class was empty with me and myself and my drawing there. haiz, pity me, so lonelyyyy but somehow I like it when there's only me in the class. It shows how hardworking I am&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*smirks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Sh5g6cCusdI/AAAAAAAAAl8/kj8o9jc_obE/s1600-h/Image0211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Sh5g6cCusdI/AAAAAAAAAl8/kj8o9jc_obE/s320/Image0211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340812765184307666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First angle projection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Sh5g6AQHfwI/AAAAAAAAAl0/eKKrF2OmJzA/s1600-h/Image0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Sh5g6AQHfwI/AAAAAAAAAl0/eKKrF2OmJzA/s320/Image0212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340812757724266242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The class with me and myself,lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, heading off to the gym now, HOHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-1266259734601982911?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1266259734601982911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=1266259734601982911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/1266259734601982911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/1266259734601982911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-engineering-drawingagain.html' title='Of Engineering Drawing,Again'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Sh5g6cCusdI/AAAAAAAAAl8/kj8o9jc_obE/s72-c/Image0211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-1603755747965500748</id><published>2009-05-27T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T04:07:50.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Physics and MSN</title><content type='html'>Due to boredom after studying physics, i decided to go online for a while, since the laptop is already ON and there's no other entertainment. Then i was chatting Yianne when it came to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Wilson  lakewilson.blogspot.com says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; so u having dinner with anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; YiaNne LuM   says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; i eatin my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Wilson  lakewilson.blogspot.com says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; you eating ur ROOM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO, haha i shock sendiri also since nothing else to do. Then I did a couple of physics question. i'm currently doing Kinematics in One Direction, in other words, calculation involving speed, velocity and things like that. Then right, I was doing gravity when i came upon this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estimate (a)how long it took King Kong to fall straight down from the top of the empire state building(380m high) and b)his velocity just before 'landing'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after some calculation, I arrive at the answer that it took him 8.8seconds to fall and he his velocity before landing was 86m/s. owh, it's like getting bang by a car going at 86m/s only that you have to wait for 8.8seconds before getting 'banged'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha that's all for now, lol, byez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.s:i suddenly feel high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-1603755747965500748?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1603755747965500748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=1603755747965500748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/1603755747965500748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/1603755747965500748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/physics-and-msn.html' title='Physics and MSN'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-8498955916553381132</id><published>2009-05-21T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:18:41.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engineering Drawing</title><content type='html'>Just came back from class not long ago, class supposed to end at 4 but oblique on being a hardworking boy, I left the class at  5. I left the class late with a reason ok, to finish my work. Ever heard the saying, today's homework should be finished by today. Haha that's my motto. When the class end I was like close to finishing the drawing when the lecturer was walking by, saw my drawing and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh you drew it wrong already, should be 1cm.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like OMG to me, so hard to draw and I drew it wrong, WTH!!! but late better never, so stay back and draw lo....by the time i finally finished drawing only left me and the tables/chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drawing that took me about 2 hours!(my assignment also)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/ShUjNmkgv8I/AAAAAAAAAls/vYY2qfSDKyc/s1600-h/Image0208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/ShUjNmkgv8I/AAAAAAAAAls/vYY2qfSDKyc/s320/Image0208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338211649916551106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks nice eh?&lt;br /&gt;My mistake was the star sides were supposed to be 1cm apart and I drew it 2cm apart. From the image above, i had already finished drawing all the sides and of course, I had to draw them again! &amp;amp;^%#^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/ShUjNv5IdAI/AAAAAAAAAlk/qEwNGcIJnOk/s1600-h/Image0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/ShUjNv5IdAI/AAAAAAAAAlk/qEwNGcIJnOk/s320/Image0209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338211652418958338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tables and me&lt;br /&gt;This was taken when i was about to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I have like 10 more assignments for this subject to be completed by the end of this semester...zzzzz......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-8498955916553381132?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8498955916553381132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=8498955916553381132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/8498955916553381132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/8498955916553381132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/engineering-drawing.html' title='Engineering Drawing'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/ShUjNmkgv8I/AAAAAAAAAls/vYY2qfSDKyc/s72-c/Image0208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-726147823890855312</id><published>2009-05-19T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T07:54:36.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lame a day keeps the boredom away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by:wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;P.s:yes i know it's not grammatically correct, but if you know me well you geddit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;P.S:still don't geddit? i'm laminggggg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-726147823890855312?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/726147823890855312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=726147823890855312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/726147823890855312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/726147823890855312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/lame-day-keeps-boredom-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-5415437809356654588</id><published>2009-05-19T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T03:04:22.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realized that i've been quite sarcastic lately. Not really sure why but that's not the main thing i should worry right now. Main thing is i have to stop my sarcasm and hopefully i'm not too late, for some cases.&lt;br /&gt;To those out there who i have actually hurt you with my sarcasm, i'm sincerely sorry that i've hurt your feelings and i didn't realize it till it was too late. Hope you will forgive me. i really am sorry. seriously. Didn't know that i had hurt you with my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-5415437809356654588?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5415437809356654588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=5415437809356654588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/5415437809356654588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/5415437809356654588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-6374147954262833529</id><published>2009-05-17T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T06:25:19.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My RooM</title><content type='html'>After staying at inti for 2 weeks, let me show you my room. I hope this last....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing, Wilson's RooM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/ShALA5VpDYI/AAAAAAAAAlM/KjI9n9Totd4/s1600-h/Image0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/ShALA5VpDYI/AAAAAAAAAlM/KjI9n9Totd4/s320/Image0205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336777668453535106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The left side is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/ShALBLX0AzI/AAAAAAAAAlU/eP6OKY9-kzk/s1600-h/Image0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/ShALBLX0AzI/AAAAAAAAAlU/eP6OKY9-kzk/s320/Image0206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336777673294480178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the right side is MINE TOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHAHAHAHAHHAHA *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cough cough&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyman needs his own weapon, so here's mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/ShALBNt7Z2I/AAAAAAAAAlc/ugsdxx3Es4U/s1600-h/Image0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/ShALBNt7Z2I/AAAAAAAAAlc/ugsdxx3Es4U/s320/Image0207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336777673924110178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The T-square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;F&amp;amp;Q's&lt;br /&gt;what can it do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It can draw a straight line!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about the edge?the horizontal head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you swing it like a golf club between a guys legs. see what happens. or do you want me to try it on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-6374147954262833529?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6374147954262833529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=6374147954262833529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6374147954262833529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6374147954262833529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-room.html' title='My RooM'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/ShALA5VpDYI/AAAAAAAAAlM/KjI9n9Totd4/s72-c/Image0205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-6711078721223122191</id><published>2009-05-11T07:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T07:36:01.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Study</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Sgg3rWHIWHI/AAAAAAAAAlE/nCOinNVmPlY/s1600-h/Image0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Sgg3rWHIWHI/AAAAAAAAAlE/nCOinNVmPlY/s320/Image0201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334574976429742194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i shall let the picture do the talking......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-6711078721223122191?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6711078721223122191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=6711078721223122191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6711078721223122191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6711078721223122191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/study.html' title='Study'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Sgg3rWHIWHI/AAAAAAAAAlE/nCOinNVmPlY/s72-c/Image0201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-605928201753847033</id><published>2009-05-09T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:03:23.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at Inti</title><content type='html'>I think most of you would be asking how's my life at Inti. Even today a number of people have been asking me how's life at Inti. My reply is simple, 'fun and boring' what do you mean by that? well, let me tell you about it and i think it's gonna be a routine for the rest of my stay at inti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, you guys know that Inti is at Nilai(well the one that i'm studying in) and in Nilai, there's nothing much to do. Not like KL where there's uncountable entertainment surrounding you. As for Nilai, the place where Inti is located, entertainment is limited. Let me tell you the entertainment available:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snooker/pool&lt;br /&gt;karaoke&lt;br /&gt;mamak&lt;br /&gt;sports-basketball,swimming,futsal,squash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all the entertainment there is. So it's fun when you have some things to do but they can't be done 24/7 so some days it's fun and some days, it's just dead boring. That's life at Inti to me for now. If my life there somehow changes, which i very much doubt, i'll inform you guys about it. TTFN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just a survey i would like to do, How many pairs of  shoes/slippers does a girl needs? and How many pairs of shoes/slippers do you think a girl has?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-605928201753847033?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/605928201753847033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=605928201753847033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/605928201753847033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/605928201753847033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-at-inti.html' title='Life at Inti'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-5011067101514034791</id><published>2009-05-03T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T02:22:58.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTI OLE 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ole! ole ole ole~~~ole, oleeeeeee!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Football? at INTI? is it an INTI football competition? no lah, it's an orientation. Where OLE stand for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O: Observe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;L: Learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;E: Express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wow i can become a facilitator already :) So to  cut the lon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;g story short, i'll give you a minute description on what happen. yeap, a minute description it'll be since it would be short ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;oh yeah! i had butterflies in my stomach. Hey of course i have, i think everyone would have on their first day of college with so much questions and no idea of what it is gonna be like, some sort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; of like the first day you attend school last time. So went inside the hall, register, crap scholarship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; counter take so long.....hope i don't get expelled for this, then check into my TWIN sharing room. Haiyo the rubbish! man it's like everywhere. i thought i was kinda worst as a bachelor but i didn't expected there would be bachelors higher level than me. so here's how my room looks like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Sf1c8FfoExI/AAAAAAAAAj0/10wiZeQT6Iw/s320/Image0187.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331519721213268754" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Sf1c8GlwvtI/AAAAAAAAAjs/hLwEC9kE6Yc/s320/Image0185.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331519721507438290" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Sf1c7daTVMI/AAAAAAAAAjk/nPcf1k1CQVo/s320/Image0183.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331519710453519554" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Sf1c7eo3SUI/AAAAAAAAAjc/KKzqCIIvva0/s320/Image0182.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331519710783031618" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Attended the first session of orientation later where we were all seperated into 12 different groups, and each group were to come out with their group name based on animals name and a cheer too. So being a number one student i ended up in group number one and for the next few days, we were known as cows.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The whole day was all briefing expect for night time where it was games time! Sian la briefing, but then what to do, it's beneficial. So cruise through the briefing sessions, bla bla bleh.....and then at night after everything was over we went yam cha, haha 6 of us and it was fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;it's SHOP TILL YOU DROP day! went to jusco at seremban 2. reach there before jusco was even open and some kampung boys was so excited to see a shopping mall that before the door was opened completly, they had crawl their way in. i didn't know inti accept kampung boys.....basically we went there to get what we needed but i ended up having fun there. breakfast at mcd, cinema, snooker, bowling(1 shot only). then later at night Karaoke! first time went inside but i didn't sing. Eh of course don't wanna sing la, after all the glass melt how? kena sue wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh i couldn't wait for the day to over and i can't wait till i finish typing this post!!!! more briefing again and games and at night a sketch on How to make the world a better place? isn't our world good enough now? *smirks* after that had sharing sessions where some got emotional, some erm, well all emotional lah but the extend of emotional-ling varies among individual. After that yam cha till 2 something, slept at 2.30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ok if you're getting tired, let the pics do the talking, i myself am tired too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If you have the song Poker Face by lady gaga, go turn it on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Sf1c8FfoExI/AAAAAAAAAj0/10wiZeQT6Iw/s320/Image0187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Cho dai dy at common room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Sf1c8UGQkPI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ZBRUJcnUrC4/s320/Image0188.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;beckham and his wife victoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;try and guess who's beckham and who's victora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Sf1gdrwNRII/AAAAAAAAAkk/iXWUwFjHtoE/s320/Image0190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Cows are in da house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Sf1gdK6ypCI/AAAAAAAAAkU/oWL8HpWH5Kk/s320/DSC03046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;All guys pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Sf1gc5wNpZI/AAAAAAAAAkM/adJDe_E1LXY/s320/DSC01871.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i was forced to do it!i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Sf1gcstbKwI/AAAAAAAAAkE/sEyVILM5P7A/s320/DSC01860.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Pei Che and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Sf1huVb0G-I/AAAAAAAAAk8/Ya962CpktMc/s320/Image0193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;yianne and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Sf1huQh2xmI/AAAAAAAAAk0/KWdDo9-b67U/s320/Image0194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Beckham and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My, isn't it big?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Sf1huLFUYgI/AAAAAAAAAks/Vc97uQopoXU/s320/Image0195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;leng chai and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;that's all for now, stay tune for more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-5011067101514034791?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5011067101514034791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=5011067101514034791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/5011067101514034791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/5011067101514034791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/inti-ole-2009.html' title='INTI OLE 2009'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/Sf1c8FfoExI/AAAAAAAAAj0/10wiZeQT6Iw/s72-c/Image0187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-6721390019543063913</id><published>2009-04-26T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T01:49:59.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MSN</title><content type='html'>I was chatting with someone-a girl a few minutes ago and here's our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Wilson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; wana go gym?15 bucks per entery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;she says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; why ask me to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Wilson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; coz.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; you could do with some slimming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;she says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; nvm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; prefer to be fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Wilson says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; owh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; i'm so gonna post this on my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-6721390019543063913?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6721390019543063913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=6721390019543063913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6721390019543063913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6721390019543063913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/04/msn.html' title='MSN'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-58967597818653443</id><published>2009-04-19T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T07:51:39.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18 years old&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and can you believe it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still watching Batman on Cartoon Network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm still watching Ben 10...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm still watching Totally spies on Disney Channel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'm still watching The suite life of Zack and Cody....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And that's what i've been doing these holidays.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh and I keep browsing through this website too, &lt;a href="http://www.egonutritions.com"&gt;www.egonutritions.com&lt;/a&gt;, even though i don't have the money to buy, it's just fun looking at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-58967597818653443?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/58967597818653443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=58967597818653443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/58967597818653443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/58967597818653443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-18-years-old-and-can-you-believe-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-6718518100352495136</id><published>2009-04-18T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T02:55:11.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be leaving soon, soon but not tomorrow. To a place, where it's worth. It's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;worth&lt;/span&gt;. Haha try and understand it. Cherio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-6718518100352495136?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6718518100352495136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=6718518100352495136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6718518100352495136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6718518100352495136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/04/leaving.html' title='Leaving'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-8396743627914757119</id><published>2009-04-12T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T07:52:38.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat,Exercise and Laziness</title><content type='html'>Today I was in church, well, youth CG to be precise when I suddenly thought about it. Well if you're asking what am I thinking when I should be listening to the leader, erm, ask yourself, I bet you do that too&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*smirks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I seems to see in most people. It's always the same issue or same cycle. Here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;A=boy/girl(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt;)    B=boy/girl(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;healthy lifestyle&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:I'm becoming&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lately&lt;br /&gt;B:Go &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; then. Jogging or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;A:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh I realize i'm fat but then, i'm too lazy to lose it.&lt;/span&gt; So 'I' continue eating. And then comes the moment when they say again, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, i looks fat. But too lazy to lose it.&lt;/span&gt; And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;....the cycle goes on and on and on and on and on and on..........till when, God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm not saying this because I'm Oh So Fit, well, i'm not, i'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;skinny&lt;/span&gt; if you need to know. But come on people, don't be lazy, stay fit! and all it's benefits will come to you in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S: I don't get paid for posting this, lol. I just got the urge to blog about something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-8396743627914757119?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8396743627914757119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=8396743627914757119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/8396743627914757119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/8396743627914757119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/04/fatexercise-and-lazy.html' title='Fat,Exercise and Laziness'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-1619017677905195190</id><published>2009-04-10T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:22:52.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Further Studies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow a once, bright, shining future now seems gloomy......Plans that I had, well, were not the plans that God has for me. Oh how i wish it was His plan. But then, life goes on and so, after much debating, discussion, thinking, brain-storming, calculating, and decisions, I finally decide to study at INTI at which there's still a chance my future can looks bright if I study hard. Well not to say INTI is bad, (they're gonna kick me out if I do so) but it wasn't actually the place I had in mind in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you would already know, I had actually wanted to go and study at Singapore which was recommended by my uncle. But then, since those of you who knows my results, I was too good enough for them so they decided to turn me down*smirks* and after which I learned of that, I had to go through the trouble most of you out there have been though before. Trying to figure out where to study and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH my life for the past few weeks have been terrible. The stress of not knowing where should I study(partly because i'm quite fussy) and and also it came to me whether should I take A-level. Went to the recent education fair too at PWTC. And had numerous discussions with my parents. And to top it up, I fell sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started as a small cold that lasted for about 1 week and then came the eye infection where mucus are coming out of my eyes and making my eyes like vampire and then the cough(still here) and sore throat. Had to see 2 doctors, waste of money. Can buy one tube of my drugs dy......After a few days, things generally got better and well, are there is now for me is to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;STUDY HARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EXERCISE HARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;BECOME HARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;physically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-1619017677905195190?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1619017677905195190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=1619017677905195190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/1619017677905195190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/1619017677905195190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/04/further-studies.html' title='Further Studies'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-3843347043843625317</id><published>2009-04-07T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T06:47:05.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been pigging lately because I wasn't feeling well but unfortunately today i just couldn't pig away into some pig dream while attempting to pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-3843347043843625317?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3843347043843625317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=3843347043843625317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/3843347043843625317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/3843347043843625317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/04/pigging.html' title='Pigging'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-3279183587235305307</id><published>2009-04-03T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T06:13:32.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day at Work</title><content type='html'>Today was my last day at work. After working at the kindy for 3 months, it's time to bid my farewell and move on in life. It had certainly been quite an experience dealing with kids. Trying to understand them, it's really hard. I think it's because of the consciences(i'm not sure if this is the right word) we, adults have and the children don't have. Working and watching the children is quite an invaluable experience, as just doing so, at times I can ask myself if i were so different from them, if WE were so different from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since it's the last day of work, I camhore with the childrens'! Hoho, some only, cause i'm a buyer, haha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of all, let me introduce you to my erm....&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;kai lui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;kai mui&lt;/span&gt;, whichever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYGrHif2zI/AAAAAAAAAhM/EpvOKDvYKBw/s1600-h/Image0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYGrHif2zI/AAAAAAAAAhM/EpvOKDvYKBw/s320/Image0161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320447347612703538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't she just looks cute and innocent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYLTP6EQ9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/rQp2NaMrRps/s1600-h/Image0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYLTP6EQ9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/rQp2NaMrRps/s320/Image0160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320452435100320722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look at the camera lah.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYGrkMYEpI/AAAAAAAAAhk/wksInZTK7kU/s1600-h/Image0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYGrkMYEpI/AAAAAAAAAhk/wksInZTK7kU/s320/Image0164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320447355304546962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, maybe not so&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; innocent&lt;/span&gt; after all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course when there's the daughter/sister, there has to be the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*cough*&lt;/span&gt;dad/bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYGr7c_5QI/AAAAAAAAAhs/tRRsF1hh-68/s1600-h/Image0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYGr7c_5QI/AAAAAAAAAhs/tRRsF1hh-68/s320/Image0166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320447361548281090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suki and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYHVYDT79I/AAAAAAAAAiU/znaXSliFyUo/s1600-h/Image0174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYHVYDT79I/AAAAAAAAAiU/znaXSliFyUo/s320/Image0174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320448073599807442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Close up shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYHUzgtaQI/AAAAAAAAAh0/t7XIXAkfCms/s1600-h/Image0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYHUzgtaQI/AAAAAAAAAh0/t7XIXAkfCms/s320/Image0167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320448063790999810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Come &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bao bao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing very fun taking care of her is, whenever she cries, she wants you to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;bao bao&lt;/span&gt; her. One instace when it happen was recently:&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; I was comforting her while she was crying for her mummy when suddenly, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;*Boohoo, i want bao bao*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;So i thought that she wanted her bolster which she bought along earlier on in the year but it wasn't in her bag. Then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;*Boohoo, i want bao bao*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;She got off my leg and actually hug me with her arms and of course...continued crying....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Then there's this girl who really looks innocent as well as blur. Just like you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;. There was once she spilled water on the floor and on her skirt as well. And the funny thing is, she doesn't does anything about it. She continued eating her bread and her good friend sitting beside her was the one who informed me that there was spilled water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYGrpoFQTI/AAAAAAAAAhc/RCz-CBGv-YQ/s1600-h/Image0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYGrpoFQTI/AAAAAAAAAhc/RCz-CBGv-YQ/s320/Image0163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320447356762931506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Don't la be like Joel.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And of course my favourite boy, Marcus boy boy a.k.a Bubble boy(due to his bubbly face), Hoho! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYGraaRHCI/AAAAAAAAAhU/7g3o9t4_O-g/s1600-h/Image0162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYGraaRHCI/AAAAAAAAAhU/7g3o9t4_O-g/s320/Image0162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320447352678456354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Don't get bark teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYH5fR9M9I/AAAAAAAAAik/z2YLtTDgd7A/s1600-h/Image0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYH5fR9M9I/AAAAAAAAAik/z2YLtTDgd7A/s320/Image0176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320448694015570898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Big Mouth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYH5TnC-NI/AAAAAAAAAic/9gcG-AW4ygU/s1600-h/Image0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYH5TnC-NI/AAAAAAAAAic/9gcG-AW4ygU/s320/Image0175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320448690882803922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big Eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to forget the chubby little Ashley who goes &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;teacher teacher&lt;/span&gt; everytime round the clock. Whenever teacher ask a question, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;'teacher teacher i know'&lt;/span&gt; and the funny thing is, she said that before the teacher could even start asking question. Wow, she can read through people's mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYHVJcD5hI/AAAAAAAAAiE/2A9aB-cQjZQ/s1600-h/Image0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYHVJcD5hI/AAAAAAAAAiE/2A9aB-cQjZQ/s320/Image0171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320448069677082130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Chubbyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYHVQt6ubI/AAAAAAAAAiM/x7Z0Rvbf5ew/s1600-h/Image0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYHVQt6ubI/AAAAAAAAAiM/x7Z0Rvbf5ew/s320/Image0172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320448071631026610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashley and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I looks so darkkk......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good boy, who gives me little trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYHVI5QyfI/AAAAAAAAAh8/2WN0bhoRhhg/s1600-h/Image0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYHVI5QyfI/AAAAAAAAAh8/2WN0bhoRhhg/s320/Image0170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320448069531126258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't he cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYH56TRcyI/AAAAAAAAAi8/USJ-3E6UcZs/s1600-h/Image0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYH56TRcyI/AAAAAAAAAi8/USJ-3E6UcZs/s320/Image0150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320448701268849442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No wonder paktology at young age is not suprising...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ah, it has been fun as well as tiring, but life goes on, thus goodbye kids, I wish you all the best in life. And so i shall end it with two pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYH5oVZ-6I/AAAAAAAAAis/AtrDa5LX17I/s1600-h/Image0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYH5oVZ-6I/AAAAAAAAAis/AtrDa5LX17I/s320/Image0178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320448696445959074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suki, is it noisy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYH5240QYI/AAAAAAAAAi0/GSVJhvorg48/s1600-h/Image0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYH5240QYI/AAAAAAAAAi0/GSVJhvorg48/s320/Image0179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320448700352577922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;blurrr......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-3279183587235305307?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3279183587235305307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=3279183587235305307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/3279183587235305307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/3279183587235305307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-day-at-work.html' title='Last Day at Work'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SdYGrHif2zI/AAAAAAAAAhM/EpvOKDvYKBw/s72-c/Image0161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-2336695852153904977</id><published>2009-03-27T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:10:49.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KTM</title><content type='html'>I don't like to criticize but I have no choice but to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I HATE YOU KTM!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Stupid KTM, have to wait so long for the train to arrive. And it doesn't have a schedule like most major or long rail train stations have, like overseas like that. Why can't they do something about it? It's government owed, is it? If it is, why can't they upgrade it? Bah......nightmare taking the KTM!!!!!!(*($^)^)&amp;amp;))*$%#@*_$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-2336695852153904977?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2336695852153904977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=2336695852153904977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/2336695852153904977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/2336695852153904977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/03/ktm.html' title='KTM'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-9203258535698930370</id><published>2009-03-25T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T07:41:16.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids NOWADAYS</title><content type='html'>Kids nowadays........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids nowadays........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How should I describe them? overpampered? somehow that's the only word I can think of to describe them. And today, I met one that I actually lost my patience with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 25th March, 1.00++, and I, of everyone in the world was in charge of a computer class. So came along this boy, who just couldn't sit still. Tell him to keep quite, goes inside the right and comes out from the left. Keeps playing, make noise, and obviously too much TV because he was acting like those power rangers, ultraman, bla bla bla....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being a teacher, akhem, yes teacher, I told him to come to me and he tried to hide which end up with me pulling him across the room to the middle where he was to stand. And then came the suprise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He clench my hand that was holding him with his hands and that started it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Let go.&lt;br /&gt;Jo: *hit me with his left hand*&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhh that does it for me,&lt;br /&gt;me: *slap down paper that i was holding with my right hand onto the table nearby, turn him round, and SMACK onto his buttock* DON'T YOU EVER DARE HIT A TEACHER!&lt;br /&gt;suddenly the whole class become quite, and of course his eyes start turning red and bla bla bla......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kids nowadays, not only overpampered, VIOLENT also. Because of too much power rangers or wait, maybe it's the latest hit, Ben 10-which i'm really sick of seeing so many Ben 10 merchandise among the kiddies and the irony of it all is that, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;watching it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-9203258535698930370?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/9203258535698930370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=9203258535698930370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/9203258535698930370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/9203258535698930370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/03/kids-nowadays.html' title='Kids NOWADAYS'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-2263371791917129608</id><published>2009-03-22T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T06:44:47.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Futsal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm too lazy to describe what happen, so here's the fact:&lt;br /&gt;-There were 4 teams, each with 5 members&lt;br /&gt;-Each game 7 minutes, 2 goals and then swap team&lt;br /&gt;-For like one hour, each team gets to play 2 games then get kick out by another team&lt;br /&gt;-Then comes the TEAM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;(my team)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We had a killing spree, 6 winning streaks&lt;br /&gt;-And there was a game where it lasted less than 1 minute&lt;br /&gt;-Scored numerous goals, by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;chickening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, Bahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;-So altogether stayed for quite a long time inside the court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-The End-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-2263371791917129608?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2263371791917129608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=2263371791917129608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/2263371791917129608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/2263371791917129608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/03/futsal.html' title='Futsal'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-6685893974303002626</id><published>2009-03-21T04:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T04:59:17.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>Less than one week after getting my SPM results, I have another countdown. It's 9 more days, 9 more days till whether i'm gonna stay in Malaysia or move out~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-6685893974303002626?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6685893974303002626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=6685893974303002626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6685893974303002626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6685893974303002626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/03/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-6569705508860283698</id><published>2009-03-18T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:10:21.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Truths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tagged by my big sister........&lt;br /&gt;001. Real Name : Wilson Cheah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;002. Nickname(s) : Cheah, *akhem*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;api&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;003. Age : Turning 18 this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;004. Zodiac Sign : Don't know, Don't CARE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;005. Male or Female : Male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;006. Elementary : Tadika Mayter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;007. Middle School: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;SRJK (C) Taman Connaught, MBS primary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;High School :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; MBSSKL   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;009. College School : University of Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;010. Hair colour : Black but will look brownish under the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;011. Long or Short : In between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;012. Loud or Quiet : In between, depends on mood, haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;013. Sweats or Jeans : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't geddit....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;014. Phone or Camera : Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;015. Health Freak : Trying to be one due to my personal interest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;016. Drink or Smoke : Drink milk? yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone : Kind of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;018. Eat or Drink : Eat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;019. Piercings : Nop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;020. Tattoos : Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;021. Social or Anti-Social: Anti-Social but can be social sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;022. First Piercing : la la la~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;023. First Relationship : haven't been in one yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;024. First Best Friend : Justin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;025. First Award : Some prize for running in kindergarden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;026. First Kiss : Mum I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;027. First Pet : Puppy named Topsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;028. First Big Vacation : Hong Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;029. First Love at first sight: Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;030. First Big Birthday : Forgotten &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Currently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;049. Eating : Nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;050. Drink : Nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;051. Excitement Level : between 1-10, 4... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;052. I'm about to : Drive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;053. Listening to : the fan blowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;054. Plan for today : watch movie, sleep, watch TV, online, bla bla bla!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;055. Waiting for : mom to finish bathing, haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;056. Energy Level : between 1-10, 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;057. Thinking of someone: does Watchmen count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;058. Want kids? : I'm TOO YOUNG FOR THAT QUESTION!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;059. Want to get married?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm TOO YOUNG FOR THAT QUESTION!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;060. Careers in mind? : prime minister of Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Which is better in the boy/girl you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;068. Lips or Eyes? : Both?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;069. Romantic or Funny? : Romantic (and funny too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;070. Shorter or Taller? : shorter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;071. Protective or Caring? :Caring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;072. Romantic or Spontaneous? : Romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;073. Nice Stomach or Nice Arms?: Nice arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;074. Sensitive or Loud? : Sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;075. Hook-up or Relationship? : Relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;076. Trouble Maker or Hesitant? : Trouble Maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Have you ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;080. Lost glasses or contacts : Nope. I thought I did but thank goodness I didn't.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;081. Ran away from home : Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;082. Held a gun/knife for self defence: with a plastic knife against my sisters, YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;083. Killed somebody : Do you count computer games?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;084. Broken someone's heart : nop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;085. Been arrested : by my parents, yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;087. Cried when someone died : no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Do you believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;089. Yourself : Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;090. Miracles : Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;091. Love at first sight: Not really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;092. Heaven : Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;093. Santa Claus : Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;094. Tooth Fairy : Nope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;095. Kiss in the first date: i think this would be like a miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Truthfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;097. Is there someone you would want to be with right now? : Yes.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you're in life now? : not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;099. Do you believe in God? : Yes with a capital Y!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;100. Post as 100 truths and tag 10 people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy&lt;br /&gt;Christine&lt;br /&gt;Tris&lt;br /&gt;*Everybody&lt;br /&gt;who&lt;br /&gt;reads&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;post*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-6569705508860283698?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6569705508860283698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=6569705508860283698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6569705508860283698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6569705508860283698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/03/100-truths.html' title='100 Truths'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-3843583919829685146</id><published>2009-03-15T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:40:08.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM</title><content type='html'>Well, SPM is now a thing in the past for me. Quite a lot of people has been asking me about my results. Well, i'm proud to annouce that I scored ______. Haha. I didn't score straight A's for your information. So i'm not that smart. But i'm satisfied with my results. So i'm not gonna moan or mourn over it. I think i deserve it. So if you really wanna know, buy me a cup of drink and i'll tell you. Cherio^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-3843583919829685146?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3843583919829685146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=3843583919829685146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/3843583919829685146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/3843583919829685146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/03/spm.html' title='SPM'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-5365266296638425254</id><published>2009-03-13T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:00:01.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Days</title><content type='html'>I've been having a lot of fun the last 2 days. On Thursday and on Friday. On Thursday, I went to take my results as you would all know. And guess what, by the time i reach my school it was around 12++ and i was among the last few to get my results. So kan cheong man, not knowing how's your results gonna be and looking at the disappointed or happy faces, it makes the butterflies in your stomach reproduce even faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i walked into the physics lab and went to my teacher. Of all the things, the teacher told me to go clear my Nilam thingy. Megaton, wanna take results have to go pay money which fortunately i don't have to. Unlike someone who has to pay 35 bucks for it. And to cut my long story short, i'm satisfied, happy in fact with my results. I'm not gonna mourn over it because i think i deserve what i got based on the amount of effort i put into study. So to all those still taking exams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, we went to TS to eat and play bowling. I manage to score above 100 for each game, haha, quite a breakthrough in fact. And then went home. Later at night, we had a suprise party for Justin K, haha! hope you like it. We had much fun there and guess what, someone became dragonball! go check his blog for further details.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early morning due to an sms alert tone and shortly after that, i heard a noise sickening to my ears and painful to my efforts.....thunderstom. How lah to go Sunway Lagoon if raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it rained. It rained for forty days and forty nights and on the last day, there was flood everywhere. Lol. Exagareting. It rained all morning and when we reached there, it stopped! quite a miracle eh? since whether forecast was that there was going to be a thunderstorm. So my CG, the ex-form 5 CG went to Sunway Lagoon and play!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like small boys and girls, we play everything(not all) there is that they allowed us to play. Somebody wanted to play the Merry Go Round but unfortunately, that's only for kids. Justin and Kenneth got sick too from the Tomahawk and the spinning cups. Both their faces were green after that and after some time, Justin finally puked which made him feel better. As for the rest of us, we were fine. Even the girls were fine from the Tomahawk. noob Justin, lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we play, play and play until 5 then we bath, change and went for dinner at Carls Jr. 24 bucks for a burger, which i rather have 5 plates of chicken rice instead. On the way home, we took the taxi followed by KTM and then parents fetch us home. None got lost or hurt(major injury) and each arrived home safely. So my head is safe after all since i was, unfortunately, the organizer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-5365266296638425254?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5365266296638425254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=5365266296638425254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/5365266296638425254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/5365266296638425254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/03/fun-days.html' title='Fun Days'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-997080508001711555</id><published>2009-03-11T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T05:44:32.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Title-less*</title><content type='html'>I came across this while reading a post by a beginner bodybuilder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;'What could you possibly take more pride other than your own body?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-997080508001711555?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/997080508001711555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=997080508001711555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/997080508001711555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/997080508001711555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/03/title-less.html' title='*Title-less*'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-3451746658323506083</id><published>2009-03-08T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:17:16.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>It's 3 days away. 3 days to hell some would say. 3 days to where the point in your life will change. 3 days till, till SPM RESULTS ARE OUT!!!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omigosh&lt;/span&gt;....i'm nervous, well, actually i'm not, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;. But still wonder what my results would be like, would it be good? average? or bad? in my expectation range? or would i be disappointed with it? i have no idea so i shall wait till the day, Thursday. Thursday is *Tut* day.......faster come Thursday!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:I hope my results are good enough for me to enter Ngee Ann Polytechnic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-3451746658323506083?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3451746658323506083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=3451746658323506083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/3451746658323506083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/3451746658323506083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/03/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-1449394313874473827</id><published>2009-03-01T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:53:22.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Friends, as we all know, can be divided into 2 kinds: 1) Those who supports you, encourage you, stick to you, give you advice and things like that, positive friends, and 2) Those who pull you down, well, bad influence friends. But then recently, I discovered a new kind of friend which is different from the 2 stated above. And whether are they more dangerous than the 2nd type of friends, you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't pull you down, they don't encourage you. But they sow the seeds of evil(maybe exaggerating on the word evil a bit) inside your mind. Things that you once love or enjoy doing after being sowed the seeds, you hate them, you dread them. Why? Because someone sowed the seeds of hatred or dissatisfaction inside you. If a friend of yours keep telling you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i hate this teacher, so boring'&lt;br /&gt;'i hate this teacher, so lousy'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day and night, It would be a matter of time before your point of view towards the teacher change, from good to bad. Well of course the 'teacher thing' is just an example. There are of course other things such as 'this friend no good', 'this church no good' or 'i hate this place'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me wonder, should these kind of 'friends' be our friends where they poison our minds like that or should we just put the blame on ourselves that we are too weak minded to overcome them? or some would say we should advice them above their negative behavious. Tell me your opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-1449394313874473827?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1449394313874473827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=1449394313874473827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/1449394313874473827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/1449394313874473827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-4071261459468059823</id><published>2009-02-27T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:53:10.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Test</title><content type='html'>I just want to say, I passed! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;after 2nd time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my test on Wednesday, a bright and sunny morning. Sounds like the ideal day for a pass but unfortunately, i did not. Passed the 'on the road' test without much problem. It was on the circuit that killed my day off. Let me give you a detailed explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was numbered H78. So i waited for my turn and when my turn came, i was happy that i got a car that looks new at the outside and the car plate number was quite near to the new one. Can't remember precisely. But when i got in, sad case. The gear stick like joystick like that, or worse than that. Like a stick in the middle of the field battered by rough winds and thunderstroms before. The cluth wasn't easy to control anyway. So up the hill i went. After 'mati enjin' once before i even start moving. Went up the hill and had a perfect stop. Raise hand, stated my number and down i went before revving up my enjin really madly. Stupid car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the sad part. There's 4 parking spots. 1 and 2 similar to each other and 3-4 similar to each other. Unfortunately, i got parking 2, which is the hard one. Because i have to steer to the left and then only do the parking while for 3-4 i can just move in and park. Mistake was, too far out from the parking, couldn't reverse full, or else would hit the pole. Tried moving forward, not enough space, then try reversing, tyre touch pole. Gone case. Byez.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went back again on Friday, to redo the circuit test. This time i more kan cheong than before. Had to pay another 150 bucks for it. Bager, i can buy one tube of my drugs with that money, a 6 pounder some more. Ok back to topic, this time my number was P24. P are for people who resit the test. And i'm sadly one of them. So get in the car, a terrible car as before. And went up the hill. Stopped too early. But if i'm not mistaken, both my tyres must be at least more than half inside the yellow border. Jay border, the paint faded away already, so hard to see. But i was given the 'Go' sign. And i haven't even pull my handbrake or free my gear. A bit kelam kabut, don't know what to do. Then free gear pull hand brake. Then try to go downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the drill is like this, you put in the gear, step the accelerator slightly, then let go the clutch slowly until the car vibrate. Then you step a bit more, and let go the handbrake. And weeee, you go downhill. Well, i tried to step the accelerator till the car vibrate but i step all the way and the car never vibrate! tried again, but still nothing besides the enjin revving up. Of course now kan cheong already, walaueh, takkanlah fail bukit! then blame the car, stupid car, why never vibrate? Then came the moment, i caught sight of the gear stick, at free mode.......so went down, and the guy told me to go lane 2. Again. Oh no!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went into lane 2 parking, and almost made the same mistake as before. Fortunately this time car manage to go in and when i come out that time, almost hit the pole cause my car was so near to the pole. I also scare knock down but have to try luck, fortunately pass through. Pass 3 point turn without prob, then put the car back and i passed. At last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-4071261459468059823?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4071261459468059823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=4071261459468059823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/4071261459468059823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/4071261459468059823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/02/driving-test.html' title='Driving Test'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-2567892553168721884</id><published>2009-02-24T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T02:53:06.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Let's spend the weekend, la la la....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;let's spend the weekend, la la la....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a song and you know where it comes from if you watch astro chnl 615&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drifting is fun! And if you had never tried drifting before, i suggest you go try it. On Sunday morning, i went drifting down the hill.Broga. It was a dirt track and rocky, with lalangs surrounding you left and right. And so i went downhill fast, not bothering to wait for my friends who were taking their own sweet time. My gosh, i went around 100 km/h. Almost fell but never. Almost. Fortunately, i'm good at the brakes and i was able to stop where i wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs are absolutely good at drifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, just wasted a few minutes of your life. It was actually a hike, to see the sunrise which unfortunately, didn't turn out the way it should be because there were huge cloudy clouds hovering above the mountains where the sun rose. But nevertheless, we saw the sunrise and took many pics of it. I went there with Justin and his mom+friends and Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that faithful day, Justin and Christine were molested. By many long, slender, LALANGS. lol.  I was wearing long pants, so i was protected ^.^ Took some black and white pics using a DSLRrrrrr camera and i was busy taking pictures of something. Something....can't describe, too vivid to describe. But i was good at it, oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy talk about it......go Justin or Christine blog to find out more, i'm going to end with 2 pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a minute or two, Justin and I went back, back to the 80's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SaPQJYjKVnI/AAAAAAAAAg0/8ZMo3qIRWrc/s1600-h/IMG_4453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SaPQJYjKVnI/AAAAAAAAAg0/8ZMo3qIRWrc/s320/IMG_4453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306313645599905394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SaPRNRiXXFI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Pad0Nto75lM/s1600-h/IMG_4452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SaPRNRiXXFI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Pad0Nto75lM/s320/IMG_4452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306314811948620882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Readers readers of all, who is the apek-est of us all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention that we grew older too, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-2567892553168721884?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2567892553168721884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=2567892553168721884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/2567892553168721884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/2567892553168721884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SaPQJYjKVnI/AAAAAAAAAg0/8ZMo3qIRWrc/s72-c/IMG_4453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-6820297558454783302</id><published>2009-02-23T02:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:14:54.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;perseverance&lt;/span&gt; like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;mustard seed&lt;/span&gt;, I will make &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;mountains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:No,i'm not an anti-christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-6820297558454783302?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6820297558454783302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=6820297558454783302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6820297558454783302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6820297558454783302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/02/mountains.html' title='Mountains'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-5793346900490731473</id><published>2009-02-21T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T04:46:06.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dis-allignment</title><content type='html'>I was so busy criticizing others,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; yucking&lt;/span&gt; at their unalignment  that i forgot myself until i looked in the mirror myself and realize that mine are not aligned properly....sad......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S:This part can be seen even with pants on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-5793346900490731473?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5793346900490731473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=5793346900490731473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/5793346900490731473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/5793346900490731473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/02/dis-allignment.html' title='Dis-allignment'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-5407937816091102746</id><published>2009-02-16T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:49:51.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Continuation</title><content type='html'>Well from where my friend Justin stop, I guess i'll continue from where he stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alone,&lt;br /&gt;on that day,&lt;br /&gt;sitting on that bench,&lt;br /&gt;under that scorching sun,&lt;br /&gt;seperated only by a thin wimpsy metal.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were people,&lt;br /&gt;but none know,&lt;br /&gt;and none took notice,&lt;br /&gt;of the poor boy sitting there,&lt;br /&gt;alone,&lt;br /&gt;lonesome......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting quite pissed at people always coming late, sometimes the same people repeat it again and again.....and the irony of it all is that, those who set the time are those who comes late. I wonder how would they feel if they had to wait for others instead of others waiting for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of this are from recent events and some are from past events. So if this post somehow links to you, i hope you can change for the better and not be late. Let's be punctual so that everyone is happy. And yes, i'm not always punctual but i always try. And STOP THE P-ING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-5407937816091102746?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5407937816091102746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=5407937816091102746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/5407937816091102746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/5407937816091102746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/02/continuation.html' title='A Continuation'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-3521244635798892523</id><published>2009-02-13T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:17:32.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toys</title><content type='html'>Toys, something that we human cannot live without. Ever since the beginning of ages, human invented their own toys to entertain them, using their own creativity. Somehow when we mention toys, we refer it to children's toys. That's kind of prejudice isn't it? Nowadays, we can find toys everywhere, on the market, there are millions of toys. And my post is, i'm gonna get a new toy soon! Big Boys toys. Can't wait for it to come!!!! Next wednesday, 5 more days, woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*and i'm having my driving test next wednesday*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-3521244635798892523?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3521244635798892523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=3521244635798892523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/3521244635798892523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/3521244635798892523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/02/toys.html' title='Toys'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-5195904030572615057</id><published>2009-02-11T01:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:56:42.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO</title><content type='html'>The other day i was talking with a bodybuilder, and being new to it, i asked him a couple of questions on msn. This was what happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me:Do you mind telling me about your pre and post workout meal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Him: NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me:whyyyyyyy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Him:Protein+creatine+glucose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time i was wondering why. Why did he say no and then the next second tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Him:NO is a supplement la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;me:oh, hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Him: NO=nitric oxide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, what a blunder i made. And if you're wondering wt*** is creatine of nitric oxide, go GOOGLE it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-5195904030572615057?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5195904030572615057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=5195904030572615057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/5195904030572615057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/5195904030572615057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/02/no.html' title='NO'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-6029884577052049025</id><published>2009-02-06T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T05:20:29.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving</title><content type='html'>It was a Hella of an EXPERIENCE! driving back home all the way home from Ulu Langat*if i'm not mistaken* Gosh, i drove up to 70! yes i know to some of you it's superb slow but this is my first time driving on the road. And on top of that, this is my second time actually driving. Suddenly the aunty told me to drive home. Let me tell you the blunders i made.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to step the clutch when change gear. Haha, you would be asking, did the car spoil? no i did not. Fortunately when changing i was at free gear and the aunty warned me in time.&lt;br /&gt;aunty: WEI! change gear no need step clutch ar?&lt;br /&gt;me: Oppss! *quickly change*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeated the same mistake twice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then on the way up the steep hill to my house, i change gear and don't know what happen, the tyre suddenly screech verrryyy loud. The aunty also got a shock! 'wa! what was that?' then she laugh and i also laugh. LOL. It's fun learning to drive. Next lesson on Monday, till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-6029884577052049025?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6029884577052049025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=6029884577052049025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6029884577052049025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6029884577052049025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/02/driving.html' title='Driving'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-2877436945652190008</id><published>2009-01-31T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:30:33.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression</title><content type='html'>Just when i thought that things could be over with, it came again. From a straight path, I somehow, well perhaps I do know why, I just walked away from the path......Sometimes some things are not easy to let go, even though we know that it doesn't bring any benefits, but we still indulge in it. God help me to get over it. Everytime I want it to be over, it just comes back. I don't know which is worse, to keep falling into it or to see myself enjoying it. God give me the strength to overcome it, i don't want to fall again. And yea, i have to agree with what my dad once said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;some things are better to be left unknown than to know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people are asking me, what are you gonna study or are you studying now? Well i'm not studying now, waiting for results. Since the polytechnic that i'm going to only accpets SPM results and not forecast results. So it made me look back, when i was form 5, if anyone ask me what i'm gonna study or where, i was so sure, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Foundation in Engineering&lt;/span&gt; followed by degree in&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Mechatronics Engineering&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Nottingham University Malaysia Campus&lt;/span&gt;. If you asking what the *** is Mechatronics, go &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; it. And then came &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Falcon Education Fair,&lt;/span&gt; where i found out about the Singaporian polytechnics and University and it became my first choice. The stress is there where i'm not sure if i would be able to enter, whether they would accept my application. I want to go there badly, but it all depends whether is it God's plan to send me there.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *I hope it is*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came my interest, should i buy it or not? at first i was sure i wanted to buy it, but then came to think of it, i think i change my mind and decide to stick with what i have for now. I leave that tube till i get a membership in a place. Haha, try guessing, it's not that hard. And then came my realization too that something which i thought once was &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt; now is well, not that good. That's because it's not in angle. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;GGrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAHHHHHH somehow i feel better expressing it out. And well, just to those who read this post, it's me expressing myself and i would appreciate it if what expressed here remains here, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-2877436945652190008?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2877436945652190008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=2877436945652190008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/2877436945652190008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/2877436945652190008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/01/expression.html' title='Expression'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-1676442429673438172</id><published>2009-01-24T04:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T04:25:36.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Pt 2</title><content type='html'>Someone told me to upload pics of the place i'm working, so being an obedient boy, i'm going to do it in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SXsGfLYEZ3I/AAAAAAAAAfo/cG5Zcf2Z01U/s1600-h/Image0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SXsGfLYEZ3I/AAAAAAAAAfo/cG5Zcf2Z01U/s320/Image0127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294832919603603314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SXsGfsdcWII/AAAAAAAAAfw/gZuugMxnzM4/s1600-h/Image0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SXsGfsdcWII/AAAAAAAAAfw/gZuugMxnzM4/s320/Image0128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294832928484513922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SXsGfMJIzZI/AAAAAAAAAfg/FhqzYYJ2jVs/s1600-h/Image0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SXsGfMJIzZI/AAAAAAAAAfg/FhqzYYJ2jVs/s320/Image0126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294832919809412498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part of my job is collecting cones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There was a lesson on cooking, well not cooking with stoves and pans but just some snacks making. It's called Chocolate flakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SXsHboS2i6I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/LC65TA3FZ3o/s1600-h/Image0140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SXsHboS2i6I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/LC65TA3FZ3o/s320/Image0140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294833958158502818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know bout' you but it looks like shit to me. Oh and there was a joke too on this,&lt;br /&gt;Each child was given the chance to stir it a bit and then when it came to this table, a boy told the teacher,&lt;br /&gt;boy:yer, si(shit) ah...&lt;br /&gt;teacher:What si(shit), chocolate la!&lt;br /&gt;then i laugh and the teacher told me,&lt;br /&gt;aiyo, kek sei yen ah~direct translation(angry die people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SXsGf4cV7qI/AAAAAAAAAgA/2u2BHhfxR4k/s1600-h/Image0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SXsGf4cV7qI/AAAAAAAAAgA/2u2BHhfxR4k/s320/Image0142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294832931701124770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marcus a.k.a bubble~that's because of his round and cute face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SXsHbmB6RfI/AAAAAAAAAgI/V8oAKoBR8Uo/s1600-h/Image0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SXsHbmB6RfI/AAAAAAAAAgI/V8oAKoBR8Uo/s320/Image0141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294833957550573042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and one more of bubble boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SXsHb2tQiiI/AAAAAAAAAgY/xk2nOVHhDig/s1600-h/Image0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SXsHb2tQiiI/AAAAAAAAAgY/xk2nOVHhDig/s320/Image0143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294833962027354658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No wonder so many lala nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and i have a stepdaughter, haha. Apparently her mom told me that the little girl told her mom that i'm her best friend. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SXsGfqA3jDI/AAAAAAAAAf4/AijK7C0quNA/s1600-h/Image0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SXsGfqA3jDI/AAAAAAAAAf4/AijK7C0quNA/s320/Image0134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294832927827790898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And yea, that's my leg she's laying her head on. Stay tune for more, some of them are in my sister's camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-1676442429673438172?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1676442429673438172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=1676442429673438172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/1676442429673438172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/1676442429673438172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/01/work-pt-2.html' title='Work Pt 2'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SXsGfLYEZ3I/AAAAAAAAAfo/cG5Zcf2Z01U/s72-c/Image0127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-8259539593869967650</id><published>2009-01-16T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:47:04.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORK, Work, work</title><content type='html'>And so came the end of my first week working. Never been happier that a week is over. Haha, my job is tiring but it's fun and it just brings back sweet childhood memories back to me and it also teach me a lot of new things and of course, i'm gonna share what i've learn further on in this post. Well i suppose most of you would be wondering what's my job and my job, is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kindergarden Helper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i know it sounds '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;'-as someone would claim it but it's a satisfying job all the same. I started this week, which is also the first week of school for Year 3 and some Year 4 students. It's not only the first week of school but also the first time in school in their life. So I suppose you know what happens when you leave a child at a age of 3 or 4 years old for a few hours in school without their mummy beside them. Yes, it's the sentence which i've got quite bored hearing it. The sentence is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I WANT MY MUMMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some would be sobbing between tears muttering it and some would be yelling their heads off screaming that sentence out. While of course there are some that would be a good boy/girl whereby they wouldn't scream or cry, but like an angel, well maybe not that good, but obey the teachers/helpers in most of the instructions. A few instructions that we teachers/helpers keep saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;'(name) sit down, good boy/girl'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;'take out your bottle/tupperware'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;'come line up go shh shh/wee wee/niao niao/toilet'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;'come follow Ko Ko/jie jie/teacher'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's the same sentence day by day and mentioned minutes by minutes. We have to be gentle because we want them to feel comfortable so that they would want to come back to school the next day, or following day, or the following week. So everything has to be gentle, and no radical or harsh move can be taken. Let me show your the timetable for this past one week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.00am: Arrive in school, assembly&lt;br /&gt;8.30am:Play toys in class&lt;br /&gt;9.30am:Toilet&lt;br /&gt;9.45am:Recess&lt;br /&gt;10.00am:Show&lt;br /&gt;10.45am:Colouring&lt;br /&gt;11.45am:Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enjoyable, well, it's the first week. Next week, MUAHAHAHAHA!!! no more honeymoon! it's time to reveal the true-self behind teachers and helpers where the magic rod shall come forth and do it's never failing magic. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of evilness, let me share you some jokes and experience.&lt;br /&gt;1-When a child cries, the normal words that I mention, which normally succeeds in stopping them from crying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;don't cry, mummy come later, mummy now go home already, good girl/boy, don't cry, good girl/boy a not?good girl/boy don't cry, don't cry ok? good girl/boy'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i've been saying the same thing over and over again and hey, it works ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-Oh i meet someone very cute, and some of you would know her, her name is Suki! well, not that Suki Low but another Suki. She's cute and when she cries for her mummy, any helper or teacher that goes near her, she just hug them only crying at the same time. And yea, i got my fair share and today i manage to stop her crying! she came to school and cry until like 10++ then after that she stop crying and became cheerful and active like other kids around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-I overhead this from a teacher. Apparently someone, a child puke in class. The 3rd or 4th case in my class, and his friend, sitting beside the kid who puke, saw it, and puked too. ROFLMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-Somehow i notice some kids are very innovative? give them toys to play, they know what to do with it or how to play with it while some are quite lost. Perhaps they have play it before? i don't know for sure but well, we even have to teach them to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-Most of the time, kids would cry for their mummy. Well one the funny thing was that when they cry for their mummy, and we say mummy would come later, some of them or most of them i would say, would continue crying for their mummy, but there are some smart alec, haha, who would change to crying for their daddy. So it'll be like:&lt;br /&gt;'I want my mmummyyy.......'&lt;br /&gt;'Don't cry, mummy come later'&lt;br /&gt;'I want daddyyyyyy'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-And then there was this kid in my class who cry for his ye ye(grandfather). And i will have to bring him round the school compound so that he knows that his grandfather is not here where i was told it would satisfy them and they would stop crying. Here's the funny part. There was once i bring him out, and after walking round and still outside, he suddenly lift up his shirt. I know of course that he wants to pee and i told him to go inside but before i could do that, his pants was already down and urine was streaming out from his manhood already. Luckily i wasn't standing in front of him. He just pee on the grass outside the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-Now i know why children lie, that's because teachers/helpers lie. Well, it's part of the job. Let me tell you about it. I was walking past when suddenly a teacher say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Ok ok don't cry, i ask Ko Ko to call your daddy'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i blur blur say'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you want your mummy?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid: '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO! i want daddy'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okok, i call daddy now.' takes out phone and pretend to call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later on i happen to bump into him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Have you call my daddy?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Y...eeaaaa i did'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'what did he say?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Oh, he say that when school over then he only come fetch you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'harh?must school over only daddy come fetch?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'yes, so be good boy, then daddy come fetch you later'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel mean lying to him.....but no choice, had to play the game to stop him crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-Now i also know why car accidents are on the rise. That's because crashing cars is in their genes and it cannot be removed. Why do i say so? let me tell you why. Part of toys given to them was toy cars, different cars and some of them was like F1 car, truck, normal car, some funny car but all cars in one way or another. Then when they grab hold of the car, they would first just move it front and back. Then after some time when they high already, they start banging the car with their friends car, seeing who can bang the hardest.&lt;br /&gt;The part where the move it front and back is like when people start to learn driving.&lt;br /&gt;The part where the get high is like when people have their license and feel that the road belongs to them, where the phrase &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me, myself and I&lt;/span&gt; is meditated by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-On Tuesday i stayed back to help with some stuff. And i was sitting inside the headmistress office doing some work. And then, i heard crying and howling and screaming. All came from one boy. The headmistress, hm i think perhaps pissed off pulled him inside the office and told him to stop crying, and until he stop crying would she only let him out. Well, obviously the boy continued crying for his mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I WANT MY MUMMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And after like 15 minutes like that, his phrase change,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;'I want to go out, wwaaaaa waaaaaaaa'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And after another 15 minutes, he stop crying and when asked whether he would go bath and sleep, he nodded. Well i thought that would be the end of this funny part but after some time, the headmistress came in carrying a mop and mop the floor where the boy stood. So i asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;'wa, cry until so much tears need mop to clean?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;'no la, he lai liu(pee on his pants)'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO, this means that the kid had tears flowing out in both directions when he was crying, one up and one down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-This is the funniest part of all. There was a girl in my class. Her mummy was with her for the first two or three days, can't remember. Then one day, her mummy went to the toilet and she started crying. So well, i went in to calm her down but before i was close to her, she screamed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;'I don't want you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another teacher went in, but also before she could touch her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;'DON'T TOUCH ME!&lt;/span&gt;'*hit her fist in the air*&lt;br /&gt;The teacher also scare dy, the teacher say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;'okok, i won't touch you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then her mummy came back. Well that's not the end, the best part was on thursday. Her mummy left after recess like that and yes you guessed it, she started crying. The headmistress came and calmed her down in an unexpected way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;'I want my mummy, i don't want you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;'okok, your mummy went inside toilet,don't cry'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stopped crying for a while and then she started again. This time, the teacher said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;'your mummy pangsai'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she stopped crying for a while and after some time started again. And then came this reply,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;'your mummy fell inside the toilet bowl got flush away cannot get back'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took the girl round the school compound and after that, she stopped crying but anti-social, didn't want to talk to anyone or do anything. Walaueh, ROFLMAO man, what a reply! who would have thought of that? And today, the girl cried again and even sorta roll on the floor, stamp her feet but towards the end, i saw her smiling and having fun. Well, miracles do happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there was this kid too, well she didn't cry except for once. Whenever someone cry, she would look at them and watch them, like interested in watching them cry. She would not play the toys laid in front of her but watch no matter how i tell her to play or turn in front.&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now, would upload pics of the place i work some other time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-8259539593869967650?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8259539593869967650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=8259539593869967650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/8259539593869967650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/8259539593869967650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/01/work-work-work.html' title='WORK, Work, work'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-3654268976031118836</id><published>2009-01-13T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T05:07:06.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headlines</title><content type='html'>I'm sure all of you know what's the latest, hottest news in the newspaper. I was looking at the newspaper the other day and saw the headlines where there were people demonstrating against the war. And this made me wonder and ponder upon this war. How and why it started, why did it had to be this way and what has been done to stop this war. And this, of course leads us to the ultimate question of, who is right and who is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as most of you would have know how it started. It was due to a few rockets being fired at Israel by the Palestinians. And Israel or any country who have people shooting rockets at them would of course defend themselves. The step Israel took was deploy armies into the Gaza strip where they well, wrecked havoc there.&lt;br /&gt;From this point, it looks like a trade to me. A barter trade. Palestinians stop bombing, Israel stop their mass killing.&lt;br /&gt;Well, so far, there has been conference where UN told them to stop but till now, nothing has been done. NATO. No Action, Talk Only.&lt;br /&gt;And then there was the idea of deploying ally trope to help Palestinians. If they do so, wouldn't other countries who support Israel deploy their own troops in? And well, we all know the big guns are on which side.&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, it brings us to the question who is actually right and wrong. Well just an opinion from me, both side are wrong in their own way. Palestinians shouldn't have fired rockets at Israel at the first place. And Israel well, shouldn't they try and catch the culprits that fired the rocket instead of marching into the Gaza strip with armies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-3654268976031118836?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3654268976031118836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=3654268976031118836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/3654268976031118836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/3654268976031118836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/01/headlines.html' title='Headlines'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-2171960572353058474</id><published>2009-01-11T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T06:17:09.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Education Fair 2009</title><content type='html'>The Star Education Fair 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage to get a job at Doctorsjob, a part time job, unlike someone who's working for them full time, hmph. The working time was from 11am-7pm. And what do we do? good question. No it's not giving browsers or anything as simple as that, we're suppose to collect survey!!! Not easy man i tell you, after working the whole day, you'll feel &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rejected, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dejected&lt;/span&gt; and it makes yourself feel &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;underestimated&lt;/span&gt;. What did i do the whole day? Stand there or walk around that vicinity, and if a guy/gal that looks around the age after SPM, then i'll ask them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;'excuse me, we are doing a survey, would you fill in this form please? it's just a short form and it'll take a few moments to finish it. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they are half convinced,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you stand a chance to win a laptop, ipod or printer, and oh, a thumbdrive if you fill in this form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just from this two days of working, i've met loads of people of which i don't know any of them(except a few). And for some of them, they are nice to fill in the form, kind people I call them. Hey that's because they are doing a contribution to mankind~well, people from Malaysia. And for some who says '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No thank you&lt;/span&gt;' well, that's fine. There are some who are busy and in a rush, and some who have filled in the survey-well i'm not sure have they, they are fine. The ones that I really feel like slapping them RIGHT ACROSS THE FACE are those that walk straight pass, staring at you one kind, or staring at the form, or even dare to look in all directions except yours when they hear you, and then walk past, RUDE ***. Does it takes that much effort to say, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no thank you&lt;/span&gt;?' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And then there's the college next to the doctorsjob booth. Better not say or i'm gonna get sued. Whatever we do they'll feel unhappy. Like they are the top uni/college in the world whereby they are not even in the top 100 or 200 in the world. Leaning against the back of their big booth also cannot, wtj la. It's not like they have counters behind like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok stop the whining! nobody likes a whiner. Well, it was fun too. With people like Justin and his girlfriend Rachel around. I wonder what that girl Rachel eat, is she under steroids? She never gets tired the whole time even around 6pm while we, some of the guys are half dead including me of course. And oh she talks a lot, which of course makes things nicer and more fun, as well as Justin and some of the guys/girls there too. Well that's all for now, no pics, cause too busy, tata, i'm starting my official tomorrow at the place where Star Shines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-2171960572353058474?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2171960572353058474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=2171960572353058474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/2171960572353058474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/2171960572353058474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/01/education-fair-2009.html' title='Education Fair 2009'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-3361441771696585147</id><published>2009-01-06T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T03:02:41.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 2009</title><content type='html'>It's the year 2009! Happy New Year everyone!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; imagine that today is the 1st of January 2009&lt;/span&gt;. The year 2008 has passed by so quickly. I could still remember the first day of school at 2008, realizing that it's the year of SPM! and right now as i type this post, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SPM &lt;/span&gt;has over! just couldn't believe that time flies so fast now. Somehow i feel that time passes by more quickly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st December 2008&lt;br /&gt;I feel so fired up after youth camp that i wanted to go for watchnight service. However, my mom suddenly said to me, let's go KLCC see fireworks. I was like, what??? since when did my mom want to go for countdown? she doesn't even like pasar malam, what's more countdown? Then i found out why, my sis wanna go, that's why. So, I was stuck at a crossroad. Whether to go for service or countdown.&lt;br /&gt;I'll feel guilty if I go for countdown because i know that watchnight service is important for us Christians to reflect upon God's goodness upon us and to start the year with him.&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand,&lt;br /&gt;i'll feel guilty if my family were to go without me cause my dad would be&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lonelyyyyy&lt;/span&gt; without me.&lt;br /&gt;Then came M.&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a wise answer.&lt;br /&gt;If your family is going, a family outing, then you should go. The bible didn't says that you MUST go for watchnight service but it is good to start the year with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;And so, i went to KLCC not feeling guilty at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the train there. And after like 5 years, i finally took the underground train again. Forgotten how it feels like but what i felt on countdown wasn't a good experience. So MMAANNNYYY people....not shoulder rub shoulder, it's buttock rub buttock and akhem, there also la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to wait 1.5 hours outside at the park there cause KLCC close down early. Blocking all the roads inside the mall. Sat on the grass and chat with family, waiting, waiting, and waiting!!!! ROAR!Since there was nothing to do, so take pics &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWMtMIbQZbI/AAAAAAAAAck/XjILBHNyGyM/s1600-h/IMG_0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWMtMIbQZbI/AAAAAAAAAck/XjILBHNyGyM/s320/IMG_0464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288120073906578866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWMtNYQMDeI/AAAAAAAAAc0/CEm2GSVqHns/s1600-h/IMG_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWMtNYQMDeI/AAAAAAAAAc0/CEm2GSVqHns/s320/IMG_0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288120095334993378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWMtM4O9X0I/AAAAAAAAAcs/V7nHencNYeA/s1600-h/IMG_0477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWMtM4O9X0I/AAAAAAAAAcs/V7nHencNYeA/s320/IMG_0477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288120086739902274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWMtJh2qASI/AAAAAAAAAcc/jsCeOPssJVw/s1600-h/IMG_0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWMtJh2qASI/AAAAAAAAAcc/jsCeOPssJVw/s320/IMG_0461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288120029192782114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twin tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWMtJTkgS6I/AAAAAAAAAcU/87B3oKOW8cc/s1600-h/IMG_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWMtJTkgS6I/AAAAAAAAAcU/87B3oKOW8cc/s320/IMG_0457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288120025358551970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;waiting..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWNj0mSWRGI/AAAAAAAAAc8/pQY8HLnRJ1k/s1600-h/IMG_0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWNj0mSWRGI/AAAAAAAAAc8/pQY8HLnRJ1k/s320/IMG_0489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288180142744945762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;waiting.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWNj1aNMH_I/AAAAAAAAAdE/jAj3MTMYhOA/s1600-h/IMG_0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWNj1aNMH_I/AAAAAAAAAdE/jAj3MTMYhOA/s320/IMG_0490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288180156681953266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWNj2ZaVPII/AAAAAAAAAdc/JaKB9soFRIM/s1600-h/IMG_0500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWNj2ZaVPII/AAAAAAAAAdc/JaKB9soFRIM/s320/IMG_0500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288180173648510082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about to start, everyone stood up, including me. And i took pictures of my North, South East and West and check out the crowd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWNj2OXGWdI/AAAAAAAAAdU/XJSAc3reozo/s1600-h/IMG_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWNj2OXGWdI/AAAAAAAAAdU/XJSAc3reozo/s320/IMG_0495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288180170682161618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWNj1uVCRuI/AAAAAAAAAdM/flWPW42mLTw/s1600-h/IMG_0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWNj1uVCRuI/AAAAAAAAAdM/flWPW42mLTw/s320/IMG_0494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288180162083571426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Finally!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The sound effect of experiencing fireworks at such a close distance is AWESOME!!! like in a war like that, the sound of cannons going off, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BOOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWXZrOW7tKI/AAAAAAAAAdk/OzbfkdysX_Q/s1600-h/IMG_0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWXZrOW7tKI/AAAAAAAAAdk/OzbfkdysX_Q/s320/IMG_0503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288872674028401826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWXbpyBVMFI/AAAAAAAAAds/f1GCBKXufnQ/s1600-h/IMG_0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWXbpyBVMFI/AAAAAAAAAds/f1GCBKXufnQ/s320/IMG_0510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288874848264990802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWXdCUqIWKI/AAAAAAAAAd8/1Fcy6miWonE/s1600-h/IMG_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWXdCUqIWKI/AAAAAAAAAd8/1Fcy6miWonE/s320/IMG_0512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288876369391409314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWXcay-bFEI/AAAAAAAAAd0/VnSKiP9kR0Q/s1600-h/IMG_0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWXcay-bFEI/AAAAAAAAAd0/VnSKiP9kR0Q/s320/IMG_0513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288875690334819394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, we went home, happy and satisfied. And we went supper, at 2am! i had steak at 2am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jay internet connection, took me damn long to upload  the pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-3361441771696585147?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3361441771696585147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=3361441771696585147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/3361441771696585147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/3361441771696585147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-2009.html' title='Year 2009'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SWMtMIbQZbI/AAAAAAAAAck/XjILBHNyGyM/s72-c/IMG_0464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-3358872564497567080</id><published>2009-01-05T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:55:42.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry</title><content type='html'>I'm hungry right now even when i'm typing this post. But this post has absolutely nothing to do with my hungry-ness. I feel like posting something but i don't know what to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL HAS REOPEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here in front of my computer still wondering which Uni or College or Polytechnic should i go to. Speaking of which, i just remembered that i've forgotten to check details on NTU. Aih better check now, so TATA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-3358872564497567080?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3358872564497567080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=3358872564497567080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/3358872564497567080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/3358872564497567080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/01/hungry.html' title='Hungry'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-5449286156081528537</id><published>2009-01-02T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:22:31.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sssanta Claus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SV71kjiA-ZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/re2VWtkT4wA/s1600-h/PC290103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SV71kjiA-ZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/re2VWtkT4wA/s320/PC290103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286933020941547922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Justin-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A santa claus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unimaginable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-5449286156081528537?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5449286156081528537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=5449286156081528537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/5449286156081528537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/5449286156081528537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2009/01/sssanta-claus.html' title='Sssanta Claus'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SV71kjiA-ZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/re2VWtkT4wA/s72-c/PC290103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-6727583652910372187</id><published>2008-12-30T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:43:11.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics</title><content type='html'>I haven't been uploading much pics lately, so i'm gonna do so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVrldXuXbcI/AAAAAAAAAa8/i2bGOD6Z-fA/s1600-h/Image0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVrldXuXbcI/AAAAAAAAAa8/i2bGOD6Z-fA/s320/Image0095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285789405420154306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The christmas Deco at Midvalley and in the middle, is Santa Claus and Santa Rina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can't give much credits to Santa Claus but yes to Santa Rina! And i think Santa Claus wasn't having a lovely time there. He had to keep repeating &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Merry Christmas, Ho Ho Ho!&lt;/span&gt; for like, 100++ times everytime someone come up to take picture with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I some of you are already informed, i was involved in the Christmas Presentation this year. It's a smaller scale compared to last year. So at backstage, i took some pics and someone called me a stalker for taking pics! hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVrlcpXoX3I/AAAAAAAAAa0/2S15u0dxysc/s1600-h/Image0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVrlcpXoX3I/AAAAAAAAAa0/2S15u0dxysc/s320/Image0100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285789392976764786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DJ tommy! showing his &lt;s&gt;mountain&lt;/s&gt;muscles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVrlcGo9CcI/AAAAAAAAAas/y90KwvYRBiA/s1600-h/Image0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVrlcGo9CcI/AAAAAAAAAas/y90KwvYRBiA/s320/Image0097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285789383654181314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Justin with his cool hair, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVrnwRXWBgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Z3v-A63tZig/s1600-h/Image0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVrnwRXWBgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Z3v-A63tZig/s320/Image0096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285791929153750530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic became her wallpaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVrnwGNTdEI/AAAAAAAAAbc/8RzJNwYdsE0/s1600-h/Image0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVrnwGNTdEI/AAAAAAAAAbc/8RzJNwYdsE0/s320/Image0109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285791926158849090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVrnv7-lUSI/AAAAAAAAAbU/EpFNVoYTmoM/s1600-h/Image0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVrnv7-lUSI/AAAAAAAAAbU/EpFNVoYTmoM/s320/Image0108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285791923412750626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVrnvkGFhCI/AAAAAAAAAbM/MkOtqU50D04/s1600-h/Image0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVrnvkGFhCI/AAAAAAAAAbM/MkOtqU50D04/s320/Image0103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285791917001770018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVro4-0wNTI/AAAAAAAAAb0/1qbTQSmBsMQ/s1600-h/PC251150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVro4-0wNTI/AAAAAAAAAb0/1qbTQSmBsMQ/s320/PC251150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285793178307278130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wa so leng chai, whose is he? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVro4eS6XcI/AAAAAAAAAbs/9rws-eSi-j0/s1600-h/Image0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVro4eS6XcI/AAAAAAAAAbs/9rws-eSi-j0/s320/Image0106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285793169575402946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we have Miss Joyce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVrlakV3ojI/AAAAAAAAAac/QgfrKpLHrOM/s1600-h/Image0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVrlakV3ojI/AAAAAAAAAac/QgfrKpLHrOM/s320/Image0110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285789357267460658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the gift i received for participating in the Christmas Production.&lt;br /&gt;Where are the legs? I ate them in the middle of the night because i was hungry...&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Boy's Brigade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVrqCu8Bw0I/AAAAAAAAAb8/FC_phltMUQk/s1600-h/DSC01458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVrqCu8Bw0I/AAAAAAAAAb8/FC_phltMUQk/s320/DSC01458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285794445353141058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kick him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVrnva9e7LI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HdzhxEWuE5M/s1600-h/DSC01463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVrnva9e7LI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HdzhxEWuE5M/s320/DSC01463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285791914549767346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The DRummerS&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, a picture of roses. Of love and _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVrlbIJXr2I/AAAAAAAAAak/k8xxNHhYXkE/s1600-h/Image0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVrlbIJXr2I/AAAAAAAAAak/k8xxNHhYXkE/s320/Image0112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285789366878711650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tralalala, not gonna comment on this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.S:The roses have nothing to do with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-6727583652910372187?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6727583652910372187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=6727583652910372187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6727583652910372187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6727583652910372187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2008/12/pics.html' title='Pics'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVrldXuXbcI/AAAAAAAAAa8/i2bGOD6Z-fA/s72-c/Image0095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-3648706681206972696</id><published>2008-12-30T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T05:51:58.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise Saying</title><content type='html'>A wise saying that i decided to apply into my life. I may have modified part of it but nevertheless, the meaning is still there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't live in the past, as it will become a stumbling block for you but let the past be a lesson to make you a better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-3648706681206972696?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3648706681206972696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=3648706681206972696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/3648706681206972696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/3648706681206972696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2008/12/wise-saying.html' title='Wise Saying'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-9078559368931688820</id><published>2008-12-21T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:31:00.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilled</title><content type='html'>I've chilled. Simply means, i'm well! Ta ta~~~~~i've learn my lesson of being sick, that is, to sweat when you're sick. I did that with two methods. One, my body building exercise and two, the Chinese method, cover yourself with numerous blanket until you sweat. I did both, and the second method is more effective. I did the 2nd one on my elder sister's bed,ssshhhhh, hopefully she doesn't read this post. So my bed is clean while hers is stinky! haha. A shot i took in her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SU8kuBcmZaI/AAAAAAAAAZs/QQURGyWaPlw/s1600-h/Image0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SU8kuBcmZaI/AAAAAAAAAZs/QQURGyWaPlw/s320/Image0093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282481261009855906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nothing to do la.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;_______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day after Mr.J's SPM finished, we went to Times Square. Why times sqaure? that's because, erm, a lot of lala's to see?wait, no, cause, there's bowling! and movies! and Uncle Duck! We ate at Uncle Duck, J's recommendation and as for comment, ok la....my demand of food is low so, as long as it's edible, then i'm fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SU8kvXJt65I/AAAAAAAAAaM/r2_O6sRMNu8/s1600-h/Image0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SU8kvXJt65I/AAAAAAAAAaM/r2_O6sRMNu8/s320/Image0081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282481284016106386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ducky duck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The place where i took the amali for the car license. We reached there at 7.30am and the lectures only start at 11.00am, wth! when we arrived there only me, the aunty and another 2 guy-excluding those working there. Took a lot of naps during the waiting time. Oh and did i forgot to mention that this was the first place my sickness drew first blood and started it's spree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SU8kuqOHlHI/AAAAAAAAAaE/wDJ00KyoyEM/s1600-h/Image0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SU8kuqOHlHI/AAAAAAAAAaE/wDJ00KyoyEM/s320/Image0086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282481271954969714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;never used the projecter at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas is here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went to a few shopping malls lately and so far i took 2 pics of the christmas tress they set up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SU8kuuFiRTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nA6fVN6XISs/s1600-h/Image0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SU8kuuFiRTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nA6fVN6XISs/s320/Image0088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282481272992711986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SU8kuZ27vjI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/e8JezSi7p-M/s1600-h/Image0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SU8kuZ27vjI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/e8JezSi7p-M/s320/Image0085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282481267562757682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 utama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-9078559368931688820?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/9078559368931688820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=9078559368931688820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/9078559368931688820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/9078559368931688820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2008/12/chilled.html' title='Chilled'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SU8kuBcmZaI/AAAAAAAAAZs/QQURGyWaPlw/s72-c/Image0093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-6967321862386587619</id><published>2008-12-14T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:46:42.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving day, defined as the day when we thank &lt;span onclick="Page_Glossary.complete_show(this);" onmouseover="show_glossary(this);" onmouseout="Page_Glossary.hide(this);" class="glossary_item" glossary_item="274248"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; for enabling all the above - and for all else He does for us.&lt;br /&gt;This year, my church theme in thanksgiving day was REFLECTION. And so, i shall reflect upon all those who have stood by me throughout the year and thank them. For without them, i wouldn't have come this far today, in my studies, my lift, and of course, my lameness :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;For God so loved the world that He  gave His one and only begotten Son that whosoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i thank God for being with me throughout the whole year. I know he hears and answer my prayers in His will.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;For I know the plans i had in mind for you, plans to prosper you and not&lt;/span&gt; to harm you, says the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;t times&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i wonder why things go this or that but not the way i wanted. But at the end, i found out why because I was able to reap more the way God made it. I confess, that i did not lead a holy life throughout the year, falling into the pit of evildoers times and times, but each time i fall in and when i cry out for God, He helped me out. Never out of my sight or beyond my reach, that's my God that i'm proud of.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;He will keep you safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SUW_ihOv5rI/AAAAAAAAAYs/4Wq8oGBa2YM/s1600-h/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SUW_ihOv5rI/AAAAAAAAAYs/4Wq8oGBa2YM/s320/IMG_0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279836737918461618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From left, Eldest sis, dad, mom, me and elder sis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great thank you to God for giving this family to me. Different people have different perception about how a family should be. But for me, i'm not fussy and all i look for is love in a family and that's what they have given me. I may be unappreciative at times but i would like to take this time to thank them for always being there for me, through thick and thin, cold and hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I thank God again for giving me wonderful friends throughout my life. Friends that i could rely on and some who i can always have a shoulder to cry on. People come and go, but friends, they remain always in your heart. The sweet memories you have with them, the bitter memories, are always remembered even when you are old. That's because of the bonding you have with them, a bond that can never be broken, a bond that holds on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church Friends:&lt;br /&gt;Matthew-my big bladder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SUdflWCKUAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/3u_XdK1l3jo/s1600-h/178678376l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SUdflWCKUAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/3u_XdK1l3jo/s320/178678376l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280294183289638914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I fixed a disco ball behind that reflects the light in front&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close friend of mine, i know quite a lot of him in fact. And yea, i had much fun having him as a friend, always bringing me out, fetching me home, and giving me wise advice at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVGUMnSEQqI/AAAAAAAAAaU/mmg-ttwvB1E/s1600-h/660125739l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SVGUMnSEQqI/AAAAAAAAAaU/mmg-ttwvB1E/s320/660125739l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283166782306402978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine, who is always ready to give me a lift home :) that's beside the point. He is always willing to teach me new things about playing keyboard. I enjoy the conversations we had too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SUdhQK5A-PI/AAAAAAAAAZc/l6mWkppF-hk/s1600-h/32004015712785l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SUdhQK5A-PI/AAAAAAAAAZc/l6mWkppF-hk/s320/32004015712785l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280296018544490738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wondering what's he looking at? me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The _________. Something that i can't say or i'm dead. He has been a wonderful friend, although he's 23, he still acts like a small kid at times and that's what makes him fun. Once again, he's wise, a Godly person, a man after God's heart. Everytime he's around, there's bound to be laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SUdflM5ynOI/AAAAAAAAAY8/zn5oG6WhFcA/s1600-h/1_573663241l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SUdflM5ynOI/AAAAAAAAAY8/zn5oG6WhFcA/s320/1_573663241l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280294180838612194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Same school, same church, some more same what? same underwear? no lah...one of my closest friend. We chat non stop and share many experiences together and one of the most memorable was in a hotel in chiang mai which still remains a secret till today. And other secrets we share too, all sweet so far, always there, and hopefully even though we go our seperate ways now, we would still remain close to each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care-oh-eee. That's what she call herself. Can't bear my lameness, that's because i'm lamer than her. Wei Carol, don't be jealous because i'm lamer than you, haha. Another person who help  entertained my life and make my life better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, this Joyce is different from the other Joyce. She's wise, she's cheerful, and yes! she's full of Joy! always full of wise advice that i could rely on. And besides being a leader, a wonderful friend to have too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SUdflJAzRDI/AAAAAAAAAY0/nq8Cd4GJKVQ/s1600-h/1_141884215l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SUdflJAzRDI/AAAAAAAAAY0/nq8Cd4GJKVQ/s320/1_141884215l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280294179794273330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so black, Women in Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Joy to the world, the Lord is come.......Met her quite some time ago and yes, she's just like her name, full of joyyy. Full of lameness at times too and one similarity we have is complaining of boringness. She cheer my day up when i chat with her when she's not in emo modd. And as for her blog, you should read it too. One of the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SUdflT0vUBI/AAAAAAAAAZE/b-klowiPwBQ/s1600-h/1_784263530l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SUdflT0vUBI/AAAAAAAAAZE/b-klowiPwBQ/s320/1_784263530l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280294182696472594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, i would really thank God for giving me this particular friend whom i knew from this church. She's reliable, which is something i found out. During SPM when i was bored studying, i would disturb her by smsing her and well, although a few sms in return, at least it gives me the mood to study again. I really wonder how she could stand studying until 12-2 am in the morning! I personally have never did that....never reaching past 12 except for physics. That's why it's good to have friends like her who gives you the mood to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School Friends:&lt;br /&gt;Meng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SUjS1FtHj8I/AAAAAAAAAZk/sTISJinzk-M/s1600-h/1_821517463l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SUjS1FtHj8I/AAAAAAAAAZk/sTISJinzk-M/s320/1_821517463l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280702372598222786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wonder what lame jokes is he thinking of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The kind of lameness until i overthrow him. He talks a lot, does a lot(a lot of activities), eats a lot, and .....can't think of any. Talks veri loud! but always fun to be with, with the lameness he had that could cause over reading if measured using a lamemometer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lame one. But never being able to overthrow the previous lame king, meng. They both are neighbors. He got criticize by teachers at times but nevertheless, he's willing to learn. And of course fun to be with, with his surprising lame actions at times that doesn't makes sense at all. Thanks to him too that i manage to read history paper answers 1 hour before the SPM history paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's cute, he's adorable, and he's the creator of the modern math set. Somehow even though i sit beside him in class, i can never score full marks when it comes to questions concerning sets. And at times even he himself got it wrong, lol. He was among the few who motivated me to study harder this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's tall, and he's smart! and yes, he's another of those who motivated me to study. Never turning me down when i ask him additional mathematics question. Can be lame at times, and a great friend to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious self obsession. Never in my life have i met someone like him. I guess it's true now that the chinese saying goes, 'one type of rice, but many types of people'. He's unik, if you most know. One who can actually not be bothered about studies at times. Oh about he's serious self obsession, here's something he said while i was chatting with him.&lt;br /&gt;Sms&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm your evil twin brother!&lt;br /&gt;Liow: You can't be me because i'm perfection. No one can be like me. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;speechless......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i forgot, he's a great entertainer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SUdhPyw8lRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/xTmq3kZHGEs/s1600-h/1_209623523l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SUdhPyw8lRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/xTmq3kZHGEs/s320/1_209623523l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280296012068197650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;studies so geng, take pics also so geng..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The right brain of Kensett. He's lala, well, not being rude but that's what others comment about him. But who cares? if he likes it then it's up to him. Another one who helped me a lot with my additional mathematics as well as other subjects namely physics and chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All about micro, macro and makro. Everytime see him talk about games only. And sometimes at school you can see his fingers twitching about as if he's playing some computer games. I never get it about his computer games addiction but he's good at it. And now recently he's stop. Good! i've been telling him to get some life lately and now he's finally did it! And he was the one who went breaking bones with me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are in fact many more, but it would take ages to write out each one of them. Those that i've written are those who are close to me, that i have spent a lot of time with. But nevertheless, i would just list down the names of my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tian Min&lt;br /&gt;Chei Tai&lt;br /&gt;Ongky&lt;br /&gt;Chee Fong&lt;br /&gt;Kay Jun&lt;br /&gt;Fong&lt;br /&gt;Jay Chua&lt;br /&gt;Leong&lt;br /&gt;Kim( F u)&lt;br /&gt;matthew&lt;br /&gt;Siah John&lt;br /&gt;Yip or yippie&lt;br /&gt;Johnny-wakil rakyat&lt;br /&gt;Tyo the toy&lt;br /&gt;Kevin LYS&lt;br /&gt;Chumimi&lt;br /&gt;Law-wonder if he's gonna become a lawyer&lt;br /&gt;Anthony&lt;br /&gt;Jackie&lt;br /&gt;Foo&lt;br /&gt;Isaac-the other version of isaac newton, really opposite version&lt;br /&gt;Loke&lt;br /&gt;Robert&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://bookofjoy.blogspot.com/"&gt;book of Joy&lt;/a&gt; gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.S:for those featured and don't have their pics shown, i got tired of uploading pics, sowee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-6967321862386587619?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6967321862386587619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=6967321862386587619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6967321862386587619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6967321862386587619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SUW_ihOv5rI/AAAAAAAAAYs/4Wq8oGBa2YM/s72-c/IMG_0067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-4874233032966555176</id><published>2008-12-12T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:30:11.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot, hot and HOTTTTT</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling hot! says my body. Don't get it? it simply means i'm DOWN WITH FEVER!!!!$#%^(*!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about my horrible night experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.00 pm&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed already. Still having a splitting headache that threatens to burst my brain anytime. I had to get up and empty my bladder for 3 times before finally being able to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.48pm&lt;br /&gt;I woke up without knowing the time. Hey, my headache gone! Went to take a leak and out of curiosity i decided to check the time. My handphone says 10.48pm, WTH! I just slept for 1 hour plus and it felt like 5 hours of sleep. Tried to get some sleep but unfortunately fever hit me as this time. With my ignorance, i tried to sleep although it was freezing cold. Cold because of fever and yet i again ignorance got the better of me. I debated whether to cover myself with a blanket or freeze to death because somehow i felt that i had fever. Finally, i slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close to 12 am&lt;br /&gt;Finally, unbearable of the cold and thankfully my mom got up to go the toilet, i called her and yes, i'm down with fever. Very high too. Took medicine-paracetamol then tried to cool my body down using cold pack. Did that until 12.30 then decided to go back to sleep. Temperature was like 101.5 farenhit like that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.00 am&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to eat medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30 am&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, breakfast, eat medicine, then sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what i've been doing the whole day. My body temperature now like share market, sometimes up, sometimes down, but never below 98 farenhit. Even as i sit here and type this post, i don't whether i would live to type another post tomorrow. So to all readers, do pray that my body temperature would drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S: Exagaratting on the last part :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-4874233032966555176?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4874233032966555176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=4874233032966555176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/4874233032966555176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/4874233032966555176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2008/12/hot-hot-and-hottttt.html' title='Hot, hot and HOTTTTT'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-5434052910141381561</id><published>2008-12-11T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:00:36.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain, aching, exploding</title><content type='html'>I'm in a terrible state now. Can't do what i want now. Why? that's because of multiple injuries that i'm suffering from now. If you don't feel like reading this post full of painfulness, i understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headache-just came back from listening to the amali for 6 hours. Got a headache as we had to stand outside while the guy teach us about car components and such. It was hot and stuffy. So no wonder got it. My head really felt like splitting when i reached home. The guy who taught us, keep calling others bangau, and along with some other lame jokes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neck pain-woke up with a neck that felt like it's been turned 360 degrees round. I can hardly turn my head to the left or right and had to walk stiffly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;triceps injury-overtrained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chest injury-overtrained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back pain-maybe from training, i'm not sure but gone now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i recover quickly so that i can do other things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-5434052910141381561?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5434052910141381561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=5434052910141381561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/5434052910141381561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/5434052910141381561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2008/12/pain-aching-exploding.html' title='Pain, aching, exploding'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-1955766123922664325</id><published>2008-12-09T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:23:10.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted</title><content type='html'>My triceps feel wasted. Practically, it's like lifting a half dead arm now. Both my arms. What happen? cause i use too much weight when lifting weights. I add on an extra 12kg and after that, or i should i say now, my arm feels limp. Limp-ed arms. Haha. And worse still i have a dance practice afterwards......once again, it's excuses again. The other time was wrist pain, now arms no strength. I wonder if she get pissed off at me. Anyway, i'm sitting my undang test tomorrow! After 1 week of procrastination. My cousin told me there was 900 question in their bank. The work book only have 500, so there's 400 unknowns. Hopefully i pass! i don't wanna resit, cause resitting is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gayyyyyy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i've been using the word gay quite a lot lately. Have to cut down on them. As well as on fatty/oily/fried foods. Not good for health. And on curry too. Having some problems with bombing attack. Leaking oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S: Try understanding the last part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-1955766123922664325?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1955766123922664325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=1955766123922664325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/1955766123922664325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/1955766123922664325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2008/12/wasted.html' title='Wasted'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-1095081379575055494</id><published>2008-12-06T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:33:39.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defeated</title><content type='html'>I feel defeated. In fact, i'm defeated. BY BLOGSPOT!!!!! I can't figure out how to change the left sidebar background colour despite numerous attempt. Needing some genius help here!!! Sending an alert flare now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, now everyone knows i need help and those you can, help meeee.......                                                                   Oh and another, i can't figure out how to stick the left sidebar to the middle one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S: Yes i know it looks like yours, but it won't be after i change it here and there so do help meee( you know who i'm referring to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-1095081379575055494?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1095081379575055494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=1095081379575055494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/1095081379575055494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/1095081379575055494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2008/12/defeated.html' title='Defeated'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-8237414488245241671</id><published>2008-12-03T03:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T04:28:33.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM Clean</title><content type='html'>After SPM, well to be precise, one day before SPM, i've already started packing my books away. Oh it was wonderful, to be able to dump all the books bugging you since you bought or borrowed them. How did they bug me? They make me feel guilty when i'm slacking. Hey i do feel sort of guilty if i don't study. Well to cut the long story short, my room looks 100 times tidier and neat compared to when the books where there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZpGDIfS1I/AAAAAAAAAWk/5kxFTI4uYwA/s1600-h/PB260130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZpGDIfS1I/AAAAAAAAAWk/5kxFTI4uYwA/s320/PB260130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275519566152158034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My desk, where the genius work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZpHoMrO0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/Moa4hZEt-aI/s1600-h/PB260133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZpHoMrO0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/Moa4hZEt-aI/s320/PB260133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275519593281698626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZpGm2VILI/AAAAAAAAAWs/_AW5G6-EH3M/s1600-h/PB260131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZpGm2VILI/AAAAAAAAAWs/_AW5G6-EH3M/s320/PB260131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275519575739670706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZpHD64GpI/AAAAAAAAAW0/hjXB1NXndNg/s1600-h/PB260132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZpHD64GpI/AAAAAAAAAW0/hjXB1NXndNg/s320/PB260132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275519583543368338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you spot something that's not related to the rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZpIN7y9VI/AAAAAAAAAXE/dffIb72OS8I/s1600-h/PB260134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZpIN7y9VI/AAAAAAAAAXE/dffIb72OS8I/s320/PB260134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275519603411449170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A wise saying that goes:   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Success with success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZrSg4xs6I/AAAAAAAAAXM/fDnMUS5gKdk/s1600-h/PB260136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZrSg4xs6I/AAAAAAAAAXM/fDnMUS5gKdk/s320/PB260136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275521979321004962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The books i lend from a good friend of me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;featuring her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZ5O7BTD5I/AAAAAAAAAYk/zjjx_R6EKTc/s1600-h/1_356245899l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZ5O7BTD5I/AAAAAAAAAYk/zjjx_R6EKTc/s320/1_356245899l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275537310779379602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joyce Tang&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to her, i saved loads from buying reference and workbooks. I found out too that some of her books was passed down generations too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZrT8Bw2OI/AAAAAAAAAXk/rqGxWrGwnOk/s1600-h/PB280149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZrT8Bw2OI/AAAAAAAAAXk/rqGxWrGwnOk/s320/PB280149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275522003786324194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mah calender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZrTViUzhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/A-Yp310BOjY/s1600-h/PB280147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZrTViUzhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/A-Yp310BOjY/s320/PB280147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275521993453915666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paper collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZrS0HkwgI/AAAAAAAAAXU/KAUEN0QOsEc/s1600-h/PB280145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZrS0HkwgI/AAAAAAAAAXU/KAUEN0QOsEc/s320/PB280145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275521984483344898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My numerous workbooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZtOH5stdI/AAAAAAAAAYE/wM5biF8RLUM/s1600-h/PB260140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZtOH5stdI/AAAAAAAAAYE/wM5biF8RLUM/s320/PB260140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275524102917764562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZu548viTI/AAAAAAAAAYc/-wx6OFakMio/s1600-h/PB260142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZu548viTI/AAAAAAAAAYc/-wx6OFakMio/s320/PB260142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275525954329872690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is why......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The common perception of english teachers; Do 1000 grammar exercise and you'll improve your grammar. And that, unfortunately, goes to my english teacher too. She's a good Literature in English teacher but not a good english teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the 3 books stuck together there, only one book was actually marked. Waste of time, money and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZtPH6XFeI/AAAAAAAAAYU/wp74_6EBI8k/s1600-h/Image0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZtPH6XFeI/AAAAAAAAAYU/wp74_6EBI8k/s320/Image0074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275524120100410850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We pay for them but we have to return them back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZrUQxxfII/AAAAAAAAAXs/fgehwc08UqQ/s1600-h/PC010155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZrUQxxfII/AAAAAAAAAXs/fgehwc08UqQ/s320/PC010155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275522009356401794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;_________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, that's the undang book if you're asking. Sitting for my test tomorrow. Do pray that i'll pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZtNk859KI/AAAAAAAAAX8/90d3SBHEGu0/s1600-h/PC010157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZtNk859KI/AAAAAAAAAX8/90d3SBHEGu0/s320/PC010157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275524093535974562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;After months of procrastinating, i finally went to see the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tai fu,&lt;/span&gt; to get my wrist fixed. It got 'broken' while i was playing football before SPM. As my dad would say, the guy slap on a piece of shit on your wrist. Huh? the 'medicine' is wrapped around and it's brown or to be accurate the colour of your shit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la....&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZtNiJytJI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Q26R2aYakXA/s1600-h/PC030158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZtNiJytJI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Q26R2aYakXA/s320/PC030158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275524092784718994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;poor me, poor me...&lt;br /&gt;But wait! it's not just any ordinary medicine, it's by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZtOvrxqmI/AAAAAAAAAYM/jpI-jbCLbHo/s1600-h/PC030160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZtOvrxqmI/AAAAAAAAAYM/jpI-jbCLbHo/s320/PC030160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275524113596787298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NIKI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-8237414488245241671?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8237414488245241671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=8237414488245241671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/8237414488245241671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/8237414488245241671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2008/12/spm-clean.html' title='SPM Clean'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STZpGDIfS1I/AAAAAAAAAWk/5kxFTI4uYwA/s72-c/PB260130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-967616599179615111</id><published>2008-11-30T19:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:10:02.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School is Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;School is over, school is over, hey hey yea, school is over ~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SPM is over, SPM is over, hey hey yea, SPM is over ~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anybody interested going for Form 4 physics extra class with me? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, SPM is over, i stay at home, computing, television-ing, rotting, practically nothing to do. That's how boring life is after SPM. For now. Planning of getting a job, maybe at ______ or ______(for security purposes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes! i'm taking my undang now, *%*$@#&amp;amp;!!!!! sit in the noob hall for 6 hours, plus boring lectures. It was so boring i tell you, i feel like sleeping in there but didn't dare in case they suspene me. Good boy ma...but i did nod off a few times after lunch. What to do? the fella voice like, like......the typical boring voice. And on top of that, he give lectures on life. WTheck.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And JUST when i THOUGHT that things wouldn't get any WORSE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second lecturer came in, and teach things opposite to what was taught earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I stood up, and shouted at the guy, "YOU GO AND DISCUSS WITH THE OTHER FELLA WHAT TO TEACH BEFORE START TEACHING US DIFFRENT THINGS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i did, but i didn't. Oh wait, not i wish, i thought of doing so, but decided not to. The guy came in, and say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. X: Saya tak tahu apa yang dia ajar kamu, tapi sekarang, dengar saya cakap. And so on and so forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the other class was experiencing the same thing. Then i sitting on my front left, was a rich girl. How i know? She had two handphones. One was wet, so she used the other. And the wet phone, she just leave it on her bag. The other, on the table. To confirm her rich-neess: she just left both phones there when she went to toilet. Well, so she's rich. Only rich people do that. Am i right or am i wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STNjBb_vKwI/AAAAAAAAAWc/JjB0JlAxCqw/s1600-h/Image0079+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STNjBb_vKwI/AAAAAAAAAWc/JjB0JlAxCqw/s320/Image0079+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274668464927091458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STNjA95-6RI/AAAAAAAAAWU/7jcwHm7bY6s/s1600-h/Image0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STNjA95-6RI/AAAAAAAAAWU/7jcwHm7bY6s/s320/Image0080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274668456849893650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've start packing my books! and dumping them away, some i dump, some i sell, some i keep-unused exercise books, and it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-967616599179615111?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/967616599179615111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=967616599179615111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/967616599179615111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/967616599179615111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2008/11/school-is-over.html' title='School is Over'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/STNjBb_vKwI/AAAAAAAAAWc/JjB0JlAxCqw/s72-c/Image0079+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-556679975346237988</id><published>2008-11-30T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:48:03.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Wishlist</title><content type='html'>Christmas is just round the corner, well, although it's about a month away, anyway, i want to start a new tag, where you enter 5 of your christmas wishlist. It's just a wishlist, you can enter anything you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i shall start with mine,&lt;br /&gt;1) Her&lt;br /&gt;2) Cytosport cyto gainer X100(last me for a year)&lt;br /&gt;3) Muscle-tech nitrotech hardcore&lt;br /&gt;4) Pearl drum set&lt;br /&gt;5) A 5-feet barbell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is my christmas wishlist. And let the tag begin! I shall start with those close ones:-&lt;br /&gt;-Joy&lt;br /&gt;-Jeannie&lt;br /&gt;-Meng&lt;br /&gt;-Sharon&lt;br /&gt;-Carol&lt;br /&gt;-Kenneth&lt;br /&gt;-Enid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-556679975346237988?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/556679975346237988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=556679975346237988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/556679975346237988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/556679975346237988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-wishlist.html' title='Christmas Wishlist'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-5042168007300024623</id><published>2008-11-27T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T06:07:01.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irrelevant, Unrelevant,</title><content type='html'>Finally it's back to blogging. It's 5 minutes before my show starts so it'll be a short post full of things related to the title.&lt;br /&gt;The other day i made a mistake. It was supposed to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quantam of Solame-007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SS6oQGyWraI/AAAAAAAAAVs/y6sy-S2SoYc/s1600-h/Image0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SS6oQGyWraI/AAAAAAAAAVs/y6sy-S2SoYc/s320/Image0063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273337208350616994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was once a Boy's brigade member. And everything has to be done to perfection, including wearing the cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SS6oQiwvyTI/AAAAAAAAAV0/TBaz2jpa5nY/s1600-h/Image0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SS6oQiwvyTI/AAAAAAAAAV0/TBaz2jpa5nY/s320/Image0067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273337215860066610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SS6oQwwKNGI/AAAAAAAAAV8/8JU2wqnSk_0/s1600-h/Image0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SS6oQwwKNGI/AAAAAAAAAV8/8JU2wqnSk_0/s320/Image0069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273337219615700066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Side view. I was studying....&lt;br /&gt;This is how we usually wear it. But then, some Mr knows-it-all say 'NO! THIS AIN'T THE RIGHT WAY! IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SS6oRKq7sfI/AAAAAAAAAWE/iZEfM0c5MBA/s1600-h/Image0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SS6oRKq7sfI/AAAAAAAAAWE/iZEfM0c5MBA/s320/Image0071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273337226573099506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking gay on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then of course there were some genius-in laming and joking, came out with the ultimate way to wear the cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SS6oRSmsljI/AAAAAAAAAWM/IVkwjMQxiD4/s1600-h/Image0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SS6oRSmsljI/AAAAAAAAAWM/IVkwjMQxiD4/s320/Image0072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273337228702815794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LLLOOOOLLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;and i slap on an idiotic smile just to finish things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-5042168007300024623?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5042168007300024623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=5042168007300024623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/5042168007300024623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/5042168007300024623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2008/11/irrelevant-unrelevant.html' title='Irrelevant, Unrelevant,'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SS6oQGyWraI/AAAAAAAAAVs/y6sy-S2SoYc/s72-c/Image0063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-3814576540974215772</id><published>2008-11-05T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:05:10.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't stop laughing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SRJsrO-usoI/AAAAAAAAAVk/PC78P84Uyd8/s1600-h/Image0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SRJsrO-usoI/AAAAAAAAAVk/PC78P84Uyd8/s320/Image0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265390404360909442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did hear a lot of chatting there, though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SRJsqxZ1_lI/AAAAAAAAAVc/3yHtK_ChIyI/s1600-h/Image0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SRJsqxZ1_lI/AAAAAAAAAVc/3yHtK_ChIyI/s320/Image0038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265390396421570130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOl, and i was peeing when i read this and had to laugh,&lt;br /&gt; 'performance', sweet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-3814576540974215772?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3814576540974215772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=3814576540974215772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/3814576540974215772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/3814576540974215772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2008/11/cant-stop-laughing.html' title='Can&apos;t stop laughing'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SRJsrO-usoI/AAAAAAAAAVk/PC78P84Uyd8/s72-c/Image0039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-999680776033446952</id><published>2008-11-02T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:18:34.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quantam of Lamence 007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SQ53rVlUckI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Zyxc20VnGpQ/s1600-h/Image0014+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SQ53rVlUckI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Zyxc20VnGpQ/s320/Image0014+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264276600854442562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;True eh, Meng?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-999680776033446952?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/999680776033446952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=999680776033446952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/999680776033446952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/999680776033446952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2008/11/quantam-of-lamence-007.html' title='Quantam of Lamence 007'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SQ53rVlUckI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Zyxc20VnGpQ/s72-c/Image0014+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-4818359036905042580</id><published>2008-11-01T00:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:40:48.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SQwHXyMYeEI/AAAAAAAAASE/H1XAAFghTIk/s1600-h/30102008196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SQwHXyMYeEI/AAAAAAAAASE/H1XAAFghTIk/s320/30102008196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263590169681360962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am i right or am i wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to the best fisherman in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'drum beat rolling'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'crash cymbal crashing'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SQwHXiv9jSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/oPtucigx0Uw/s1600-h/30102008194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SQwHXiv9jSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/oPtucigx0Uw/s320/30102008194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263590165535624482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His motto is, 8 hours in school, any hour available for fishing. Never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-4818359036905042580?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4818359036905042580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=4818359036905042580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/4818359036905042580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/4818359036905042580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-pictures.html' title='Random Pictures'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iStyad4HaGI/SQwHXyMYeEI/AAAAAAAAASE/H1XAAFghTIk/s72-c/30102008196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167376208646737189.post-6715682703833431577</id><published>2008-10-31T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T03:00:33.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Physics</title><content type='html'>A quick one here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics:&lt;br /&gt;based on physics, when a person is walking straight, that is Force and the resultant/friction force would be opposing him. Then what about normal reaction? let me give you an example below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;                       you see a&lt;br /&gt;sexy girl&lt;br /&gt;wearing              &lt;br /&gt;bikini here ---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   &lt;br /&gt;__________          I (this is you, you are walking upwards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is your normal reaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look towards your left but you kept walking straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S: Yes i know it's very lame but i felt like typing something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167376208646737189-6715682703833431577?l=lakewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6715682703833431577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167376208646737189&amp;postID=6715682703833431577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6715682703833431577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167376208646737189/posts/default/6715682703833431577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakewilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/physics.html' title='Physics'/><author><name>Wilson Cheah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061102769846029278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
