<?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-4230953004638946060</id><updated>2011-08-23T10:25:16.504+08:00</updated><category term='happenings'/><category term='memories'/><category term='thought'/><category term='songs'/><category term='photos'/><category term='love'/><category term='opinions'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>I   N   S   P   I   R   I N   G</title><subtitle type='html'>Love motivates. Love inspires. Love conquers all.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-3595051423841048833</id><published>2010-03-02T11:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T11:06:36.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>一幕幕的感触 Touching moments, inspiring and motivating</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9b90bIoDslk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9b90bIoDslk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很抱歉，整个video就只有他。当听歌就好了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天起身不久，翻开了我小学启智华小的毕业特刊。一页页翻阅时，心里感触良多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;眨眼间，从小学毕业至如今已走过越七年的岁月，而我从一个不懂事的小孩也长大了，接触这繁华世界中的各种错综复杂，更拥有一套与很多人不同的想法。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;论梦想，我的梦想更是与众不同。“当个有钱人”并不是梦想排行榜的首位。但无论如何，总认为年轻人，就应该有梦想吧！管它是易如反掌的，或是遥不可及的，我们都该敢敢去梦去想。梦想会成为我们走下去的动力，坚持的理由。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以今天摊开毕业特刊&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;《同心团圆》&lt;/span&gt;，看到启智师长们的临别赠言，想在此跟大家分享一下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;读的时候，&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;我的心&lt;/span&gt;，&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;被触动了&lt;/span&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;走过生命的每一个曾经，&lt;br /&gt;也许一段话，一幅画，&lt;br /&gt;就有其心中的感动，&lt;br /&gt;生活就是一种智慧。&lt;br /&gt;因为有付出，才会有体会，&lt;br /&gt;只要付出一点爱，&lt;br /&gt;人生这条路，&lt;br /&gt;步步走来都是温馨与美好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生有上有落，有起有跌，&lt;br /&gt;月满必损，否极则泰来，&lt;br /&gt;故得意事来，须处之以谈，&lt;br /&gt;失意事来，须处之以忍。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;将来的岁月里，也许有更大的难关要过，&lt;/div&gt;但&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;千万不可轻言放弃&lt;/span&gt;，&lt;br /&gt;必定要沉着应付。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;当你失去一切的时候，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #351c75;"&gt;你仍然拥有未来。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-3595051423841048833?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/3595051423841048833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=3595051423841048833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/3595051423841048833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/3595051423841048833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2010/03/touching-moments-inspiring-and.html' title='一幕幕的感触 Touching moments, inspiring and motivating'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-2141511301995257679</id><published>2010-01-15T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:00:13.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Thank-you</title><content type='html'>Thanks to those who wished me happy birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special event is the birthday song from the kids in the daycare and tuition centre there... Thanks to the kids in Pusat Tuisyen Cekap Bervisi.. It's quite touching... Honestly, I didn't expect them to remember my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your wishes. I will strive my best, always and forever. Jia you every one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-2141511301995257679?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/2141511301995257679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=2141511301995257679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/2141511301995257679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/2141511301995257679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you.html' title='Thank-you'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-8183699557289704289</id><published>2009-12-27T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T18:06:33.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>跳出去 ● SECRET</title><content type='html'>最近跟家人去Brem mall看了一部电影，《跳出去》。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;发觉以好久好久没跟家人一起看戏了哦。&lt;br /&gt;嗯。。。我想这是与他们这好几年来一起看的第一部电影吧。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;戏没什么与众不同的地方，可就觉得蛮好看的。&lt;br /&gt;一部有关梦想的戏，看时还蛮激励人心的 （但那还得看是对谁，感情丰富的人或许还会看出泪来呢。）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我特别记得戏中的一句话：&lt;br /&gt;（记忆没那么好，所以不是完全跟戏中的对白一样）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“梦想并不容易实现， 要放弃梦想很容易&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;，但只要坚持和相信，没什么事情是做不到的。”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;*先听一首周杰伦的歌吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dRK3wyfiv-s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dRK3wyfiv-s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天看了另一部戏。八度空间播的一部电影。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;《不能说的秘密》&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许很多人都看过了，但我是第一次看的。其实我很少去戏院看戏的啦，所以很多戏都得等到电视播放才有机会看咯。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嗯，该怎么开始呢？我蛮喜欢那部戏的，其实是容易爱上很多东西吧！哈哈。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;戏里头有很多不可思议的东西，跨越时空的爱情，弹钢琴穿越时空等等。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看完后我在那琢磨，想象如果有一天也遇上那穿越时空的爱情，那会是怎样的呢？会是一场轰轰烈烈的爱情吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的爱情观似乎有点不切实际，哈哈。。。 &lt;br /&gt;常常会把故事中的爱情想成现实可能发生的事。（不是把自己想成男主角的那种幻想！）&lt;br /&gt;相信缘分。尤其是听歌时，特别容易感触。&lt;br /&gt;有时会有这样的想法，若上天安排爱情到来，那谁也阻止不了。&lt;br /&gt;有时却在疑问，很多事不是该自己去争取的吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哇，第一次在部落里写了那么多自己的心情感想。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我看这些东西都是乡太多的后果吧！还是别想太多好了，但缘分这回事，我会坚信的！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;大家加油咯！&lt;/b&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/4230953004638946060-8183699557289704289?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/8183699557289704289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=8183699557289704289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/8183699557289704289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/8183699557289704289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2009/12/secret.html' title='跳出去 ● SECRET'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-9156832428317317988</id><published>2009-12-18T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T23:30:17.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Always hear people say 'Happiness spreads'. But perhaps, sadness spreads even faster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend 'sensed' my sadness online. Cant believe it's true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a mistake I have been committing every now and then. It seems like I haven't learnt from past mistakes. Perhaps, sub-consciously, I don't reckon it as a mistake. So I haven't change. And I have yet to know I will change, or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the so-called mistake is a bit exaggerated by certain quarters. But what to do, I have to follow. I do think it's no very big deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does happen to us occasionally, just don't make it a frequent happening. (just ignore this line, you probably can't get it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was labelled 'xxxxxx'. Called 'xxxxxx'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it does make my heart ache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will consider again. Ponder on my so-called mistake. Perhaps, change a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in a bewildering mode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I blog. Coz blogging is a very good outlet to express your feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bad mood go away!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it will heal very fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Pls don't think you are the one mentioned in this blog post. Coz the people involved doesn't even know my blog. Ganbatte!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-9156832428317317988?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/9156832428317317988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=9156832428317317988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/9156832428317317988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/9156832428317317988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2009/12/always-hear-people-say-happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-7744890324937023382</id><published>2009-12-12T15:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T15:49:32.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Graduating from KB for the 2nd time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dKvcQX97mC4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dKvcQX97mC4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is the second time I graduated from SMK Kepong Baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;During graduation day, I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ong said before, "The constants in life change."&amp;nbsp; And our Form 6 representative during graduation day, Jonathan, quoted him. He's right. Things change. And I hope it's for the better. What Jon said touched me, I guess. But I do hope the friendship that has lasted so long remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I hope in future, we still talk, joke, play and get together as one like we used to do in these 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my last MUET presentation about Love of God and friendship. I remember saying this in the presentation: Mr Tiong (our MUET teacher) said there's no absolute truth on earth. But he is partly right. There's no absolute truth except in the saying "A friend in need is a friend indeed".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, I think friendship made in Form 6 is very great. We experienced things together. We helped each other during the climb uphill in Bukit Larut, and overcame our scare together. We believed in hopes together in times of despair and eventually we saw lights in the dark. We did overcome obstacles after obstacles together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't sure why but I do have many feelings for Form 6. I did feel reluctant having to part with a big group of friends, not only friends of 6A1, but also others including juniors, teachers and every one I know in KB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the day before graduation, the 6A1 students didn't have the mood to study. We chatted about weddings and wrote our email address and contact number on the board. We promised to keep in touch with each other. Please remember the promise, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said we will give RM 500 as angpau for the first who gets married. Hopefully I won't break this promise, because being able to give an angpau of RM500 means you are rich! Or perhaps, I am the one receiving angpaus of RM500. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, we said we will invite our classmates for our wedding. Do remember this promise too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;We may not meet each other every day, like we used to. But this doesn't mean the friendship is fading away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; font-size: small;"&gt;t's not seeing friends that matters in keeping friendship alive, it's remembering friends in our heart that counts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sign up for facebook and join the group &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"SMK KEPONG BARU 2009 Graduating Class, 6A1"!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Keep In Touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyNBd2ehlMI/AAAAAAAAAgk/mPy_XeGicQ0/s1600-h/mr+tiong+n+pn+suraini.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyNBd2ehlMI/AAAAAAAAAgk/mPy_XeGicQ0/s400/mr+tiong+n+pn+suraini.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyNBlY5jATI/AAAAAAAAAgs/62-ORskZs_M/s1600-h/frens%27+bday+%28together%29+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyNBlY5jATI/AAAAAAAAAgs/62-ORskZs_M/s400/frens%27+bday+%28together%29+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyNBpDsqpqI/AAAAAAAAAg0/vxa2r4UabYM/s1600-h/8720_147084024736_521489736_2510609_1735982_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyNBpDsqpqI/AAAAAAAAAg0/vxa2r4UabYM/s400/8720_147084024736_521489736_2510609_1735982_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4230953004638946060-7744890324937023382?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/7744890324937023382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=7744890324937023382' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/7744890324937023382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/7744890324937023382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2009/12/graduating-from-kb-for-2nd-time.html' title='Graduating from KB for the 2nd time'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyNBd2ehlMI/AAAAAAAAAgk/mPy_XeGicQ0/s72-c/mr+tiong+n+pn+suraini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-6276181939205344188</id><published>2009-12-12T13:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T15:52:58.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>A whole new chapter</title><content type='html'>STPM is finally over. And I have been going online these few days. Right on the day STPM becomes a past, I signed up for Facebook. Guess what, within two days or so, I already have more than 160 friends. hahaha... fast and efficient ma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day we finished our exam, we went for karaoke session at Low Yat. Wow, I think it's the first time I could really hear my voice in the midst of voices. Previously, my singing was usually covered by the 'more dominant' high-pitched voice. I think some of you know who I mean. lol. Well, I guess we made the right choice singing in another room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a very nice song during the karaoke session. In fact I think I have listened to it without knowing the title. It's "Truly, Madly, Deeply". A very sentimental, romantic song which can even be played in wedding dinner. I think Sin Yee loves this song very much. She purposely 'jumped' the song to the first in the song list so that she could sing it before going back. Can't believe she loves to sing that song so much. Thought she's only in love with Ethan. haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZkQQU_U48WU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZkQQU_U48WU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before exam's over, I watched a Taiwanese drama (仙剑奇侠传). During the last episode, I somehow had got mixed feelings. I was thinking that every story has an ending. And life is actually a combination of different stories at different stages. Now that STPM is done, life in Form 6 becomes a history in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A whole new chapter of life has now unfolded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will strive my best, be a better person and accomplish my dreams in this new chapter! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old dramas can be broadcast again upon popular demand. But stories in life doesn't probably happen again. It's highly unlikely that the class of 6A1 can be together studying Form 6 again in SMKB.However, all the moments in life can be savoured over and over again. It just depends on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's the stories in SMKB that has ended, but absolutely not our friendship.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS: Please see the next post. It's a continuation. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-6276181939205344188?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/6276181939205344188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=6276181939205344188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/6276181939205344188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/6276181939205344188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2009/12/whole-new-chapter.html' title='A whole new chapter'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-6929574011541968451</id><published>2009-09-27T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:31:44.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Do It</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/suKGwnNEwRM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/suKGwnNEwRM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never doubt the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the future is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare to dream. Go for it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Nike tagline &gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Just do it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is impossible. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Impossible = I'm possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;加油！ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/Sr89thkTepI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ps-1C5EpMbo/s1600-h/jia+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 106px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/Sr89thkTepI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ps-1C5EpMbo/s400/jia+you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386091531672451730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realising big big dreams in a small small world. &lt;br /&gt;A dream-come-true moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-6929574011541968451?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/6929574011541968451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=6929574011541968451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/6929574011541968451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/6929574011541968451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-do-it.html' title='Just Do It'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/Sr89thkTepI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ps-1C5EpMbo/s72-c/jia+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-5107753361506267951</id><published>2009-09-19T13:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T13:56:35.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Updates about me</title><content type='html'>Finally, I　update my blog... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that trial is done, STPM is coming in two months' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can devote all my attention on studies now, since I have retired both officially and unofficially from my positions in different societies and clubs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few words to juniors: Be a responsible person. Learn from past mistakes and be confident. Ganbatte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school celebrated "Bulan Kemerdekaan" on Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the word "One Malaysia" is often heard. Advertisement about it has been seen very often. It is also the theme of the celebration in our school. A drama is performed by the Form 4 students, reminding us to stay united. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think what matters more is the actions taken. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Unity is not achieved by words, but by actions.&lt;/span&gt; There is always truth behind the saying "Action speaks louder than words". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Forget to mention, I am on holiday now. &lt;br /&gt;    Jia you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-5107753361506267951?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/5107753361506267951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=5107753361506267951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/5107753361506267951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/5107753361506267951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2009/09/updates-about-me.html' title='Updates about me'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-8302611368109089341</id><published>2009-09-19T12:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T13:54:41.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Some thoughts about life</title><content type='html'>I just had my STPM trial exam over last week. Should I yell out loud happily? hmm... I guess not so soon. It's just a trial exam. The actual one has yet to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think life after STPM is definitely a great one, with a whole lot of bliss and joy in store. You are probably right, precisely, half-right. That kind of life doesn't last long, for you have other challenges to get through. Obstacles after obstacles never fail to invade. When one thinks that he has gone through every hurdles and curdles and conquered the peak in life, another greater-than-ever stumbling block might just crop up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be described as a continual battle till the end. Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think that infancy is the only anxiety-free stage of life. We do face a lot of problems as we proceed in life. Being a student, we may encounter problems in studies, relationship and "the special kind of relationship". After we step into the working world, we may land on financial problems. And it goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, problems do unfold in life. It's not that you cannot work out those problems. But when there are a number of difficulties at the same time, we need to consider the complications that may arise due to our action. hmm... This may sound puzzling and philosophical. You will understand it when you are in the similar situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I wonder, are humans born to suffer? Perhaps, it's me who thinks too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we do have an inner element that responds to some sort of sentimental and philosophical stuff, thereby producing some kind of inner voice that makes us  reflect on things in a sentimental way. Yupe, I suppose this 'inner element' is prevalent in me. haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, sometimes we do add additional problems to life when we think too much about the future. Some people like to predict the implications of their action. It's good to do so, but to an extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not you think life is filled with sufferings, pain and problems, never think that we are enduring the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything changes when the mindset changes. If you think you are struggling, then you would really be suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, we should see life the way optimists see. Never endure the pain, but enjoy the so-called sufferings in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a saying of my own: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Life is difficult, yet enjoyable. Never struggle through obstacles in life, smile! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-8302611368109089341?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/8302611368109089341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=8302611368109089341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/8302611368109089341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/8302611368109089341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-thoughts-about-life.html' title='Some thoughts about life'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-8164033571285371852</id><published>2009-07-31T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:21:12.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>笑度人生！</title><content type='html'>最近好像有些不开心的事发生在我周围。 一些朋友曾几何时的笑脸，渐渐被副忧愁的“苦瓜脸”替代。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看来他们又瞒多的问题缠身吧！ 唉。。。 叹气的原因不是因为问题的出现，而是为何许多人面对问题的时候往往都会以悲观的角度看待？ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不是什么开心果，我当然也有伤心的时候。 心情不好，垂头丧气，精神萎靡，种种悲伤的症状，我全都试过。 话说回来，我其实还颇容易感伤的咯。 人有时真的很难避免不去乱乱想。 看见某些情景，可能负面的想法就油然而生。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;面对问题时感到烦恼，这非常正常。 或许，这是人生的一部分，人的必经之路。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我记得有个朋友对我们整班同学说过：“面对问题，随它去就好了。” 他说的正好，为何面对问题的同时，要为自己增加完全帮不上忙的“烦恼”呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;此话易说不易做。 但无论如何，我们是不是该勇于地尝试呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;开心与不开心，只不过是那一念之差。 开心与否， 大多时候都是掌握在我们的脑中吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为人生带来缤纷色彩，抑或灰色地带，是我们的选择。 既然问题是无法避免的，就让我们从多余的烦恼自拔吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;活着，就要笑，要加油！ 活着，就要笑度人生！ 加油！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Never struggle through obstacles in life, but smile your way through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-8164033571285371852?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/8164033571285371852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=8164033571285371852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/8164033571285371852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/8164033571285371852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='笑度人生！'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-2862576028280639379</id><published>2009-07-24T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:11:26.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis Final</title><content type='html'>It happened on Tuesday. Until I realised it, I couldn't imagine how easy it was for me to march on to the boys' double final. We had walk-over for two times and literally, we just beat one duo to get into the tennis final. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was more than happy of course, since I rarely get into final of sports event. What's more, I am granted at least a silver medal. Yea!! lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't really hope I would get only silver. I purposely stayed back until around 6.30pm on Wednesday to practise tennis. In fact, I am just so-so at playing tennis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day has arrived. Today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was full of anticipation and hope that we win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we lost the first set. But soon, we rose up to 2-1. But after that, they won their way and beat us with 2-6. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been telling myself not to get nervous  and that the opponent duo were more skillful than us. And of course, it's not surprising that they would win. But during the game, I was still gripped by nervousness and did a few mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the match, my spirit hit rock bottom. Got so down. haiz... I didn't know why I was so. In fact, I shouldn't have felt so bad for I lost to a superior team. I should have expected the loss. And deep down, I did actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moodless state remained with me until I got home. Well, feelings are not easy to control. Being aware of that, we really have to manage our feelings. Not to say that we cannot feel sad for any single moment. But don let that kind of feeling last long. Do something about it like listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-2862576028280639379?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/2862576028280639379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=2862576028280639379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/2862576028280639379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/2862576028280639379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2009/07/tennis-final.html' title='Tennis Final'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-3081185308790193276</id><published>2009-06-27T23:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:18:13.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Pre-U Council Orientation</title><content type='html'>Before reading this post, just play this song. It's a nice, relaxing song. Listen to it while you are going through this blog post. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQnc0BxXcAI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQnc0BxXcAI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our orientation on from 25th to 27th June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not join in the groups playing the games organised. And that's because I was in the organising committee. Yes!! That means I have the best opportunity to play around with the juniors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before orientation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were busy doing preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZEVVyD26I/AAAAAAAAAdM/XmOd-LKsogs/s1600-h/P6240085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZEVVyD26I/AAAAAAAAAdM/XmOd-LKsogs/s400/P6240085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352040340591467426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZEVxb2eLI/AAAAAAAAAdU/SK4WwdE4rIk/s1600-h/P6240096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZEVxb2eLI/AAAAAAAAAdU/SK4WwdE4rIk/s400/P6240096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352040348014508210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my hand (shown incompletely...that's obvious...haha) &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZEWMhz_rI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Ymn88QS2U_I/s1600-h/P6240052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZEWMhz_rI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Ymn88QS2U_I/s400/P6240052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352040355287269042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dividing the members into groups. Pn. Sharifah in this photo....lol &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZHnjmvuGI/AAAAAAAAAd8/phR2unZaAHc/s1600-h/P6250076_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZHnjmvuGI/AAAAAAAAAd8/phR2unZaAHc/s400/P6250076_01.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352043952074635362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZHnWXeRrI/AAAAAAAAAd0/T-Kx034t6M4/s1600-h/P6250082_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZHnWXeRrI/AAAAAAAAAd0/T-Kx034t6M4/s400/P6250082_01.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352043948520916658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grouped them according to the name of planets. Too bad, all of them were abnormal, since none of them was in the planet Earth. Before I forget, we only had 8 groups. The Earth is too dangerous, but not necessarily you have to return to Mars, for we also had Uranus and Neptune!!! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZHnDTPZsI/AAAAAAAAAds/IUDFvqXDzbY/s1600-h/P6250088_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZHnDTPZsI/AAAAAAAAAds/IUDFvqXDzbY/s400/P6250088_01.JPG" border="0"alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352043943402890946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZHm3RkNZI/AAAAAAAAAdk/WijBoFWF9O0/s1600-h/P6250089_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZHm3RkNZI/AAAAAAAAAdk/WijBoFWF9O0/s400/P6250089_01.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352043940174640530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first had "Amazing Race" which was equivalent to treasure hunt in store for the 8 groups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mission that every one must go through. From here, they branched out to other different missions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZK12rmddI/AAAAAAAAAec/eALamN-Cxgc/s1600-h/P6260049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZK12rmddI/AAAAAAAAAec/eALamN-Cxgc/s400/P6260049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352047496248325586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The physical challenge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZO2cQd7fI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ih0WZkuMtqI/s1600-h/P6260091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZO2cQd7fI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ih0WZkuMtqI/s400/P6260091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352051904381578738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had "Station Games". There are 8 stations altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were passing water. The last person then poured the water into a pail. They must collect a fixed amount of water in order to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZK1lXAiOI/AAAAAAAAAeU/VrqsM_uoxZk/s1600-h/P6260156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZK1lXAiOI/AAAAAAAAAeU/VrqsM_uoxZk/s400/P6260156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352047491598551266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow a balloon with flour inside until it burst!! "Pong!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZK1R37yyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Slapw4NVUgs/s1600-h/P6260172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZK1R37yyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Slapw4NVUgs/s400/P6260172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352047486367943458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direct the ping pong ball through a flour-filled route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZK1AGs-1I/AAAAAAAAAeE/idNSp1aXzaQ/s1600-h/P6260196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZK1AGs-1I/AAAAAAAAAeE/idNSp1aXzaQ/s400/P6260196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352047481598049106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch the water bag!! And that's me jumping up. lol =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZO2IEIK2I/AAAAAAAAAe8/U6FpmxC-48E/s1600-h/P6260247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZO2IEIK2I/AAAAAAAAAe8/U6FpmxC-48E/s400/P6260247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352051898961111906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing...I like this photo very much. I think (uh hum..I Think) it's nice. This is a display of confidence and perhaps self-love, but certainly not narcissism. By the way, is this camwhoring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZO1x_RKJI/AAAAAAAAAe0/lyNM9xJ69IQ/s1600-h/P6260365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZO1x_RKJI/AAAAAAAAAe0/lyNM9xJ69IQ/s400/P6260365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352051893035149458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me again... Honestly, I like to take photos, just that I do not have a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZO1UM8fRI/AAAAAAAAAes/jGVtoJRN1rg/s1600-h/P6270012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZO1UM8fRI/AAAAAAAAAes/jGVtoJRN1rg/s400/P6270012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352051885039451410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasei... dragonball gui bo hei gong, haha :P &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZO1L7eFYI/AAAAAAAAAek/lWKUNG5QTYU/s1600-h/P6270016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZO1L7eFYI/AAAAAAAAAek/lWKUNG5QTYU/s400/P6270016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352051882818672002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orientation lasted for only 3 days. Does anyone actually feel that they had not enough fun? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hope you guys enjoyed yourselves during these 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All pre-u students, let's work hard for a better future!! Ganbatte!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-3081185308790193276?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/3081185308790193276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=3081185308790193276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/3081185308790193276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/3081185308790193276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2009/06/pre-u-council-orientation.html' title='Pre-U Council Orientation'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SkZEVVyD26I/AAAAAAAAAdM/XmOd-LKsogs/s72-c/P6240085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-8400609063267932663</id><published>2009-06-06T12:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T12:38:37.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I watched a movie, "Camp Rock" on TV3. It's quite interesting. More importantly, it's liked by the youngsters, me included...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some soundtracks used in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We Rock"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVGxANBtWmc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVGxANBtWmc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This Is Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LoVIpEuISIU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LoVIpEuISIU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, how's it like listening to these 2 songs? Personally, I like them equally much. The first song is very entertaining and relaxing. Listening to it helps especially when you are in the midst of tremendous pressure and loads of problems. Yea, it's very true. Sometimes, we do need to unwind the tensed up condition of our head. Turn on the music, sing your hearts out and perhaps, shake your body and dance along. It surely helps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second song is truly inspiring. It kinda boosts up self esteem listening to it. Well, as suggested by the song lyrics, reflect on ourselves, look for the vast pools of potentials inside us and develop them. Some people are good in sports, others might have a great business or scientific mind. We just gotta find the place where we belong. Then only we can soar our way up beyond the limits in our own arena. Ganbatte!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-8400609063267932663?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/8400609063267932663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=8400609063267932663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/8400609063267932663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/8400609063267932663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday-i-watched-movie-camp-rock-on.html' title=''/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-2953946160385869690</id><published>2009-05-28T20:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:45:42.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>2009 Teacher's Day</title><content type='html'>Today is our Teacher's Day celebration at school level. It's held earlier this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, i thought the performances were not going to be interesting, considering the little time allocated for the preparations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must say I am wrong. The students put up quite some hilarious and nice shows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a performance from the chinese orchestra group of our school, a hip-hop dance and a very special, unique dance that displayed a combination of Indian and hip-hop cultures. haha... This dance really made the crowd burst into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, I did not record it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is the last year i celebrate Teacher's Day in our school. i somehow felt touched actually. In the middle of the event, my mind went wandering to the moment of our coming graduation day end of this year. During the Graduation Day in Form 5, i did feel sad about leaving the school and a group of friends. Now that i stay on for an additional two years, i think my heart had grown fonder of the environment and some teachers here and i will feel even more reluctant having to leave this school. i did disagree with some of the systems implemented, but i still love this my school after all. Just like how we still love our parents after all their naggings and blames on us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rather grand celebration in the school hall, our class also prepared a special celebration for our teachers. For documentation purpose, they are Pn Hong (Maths), Pn Suraini(P.A.), Pn. Vijaya(Chem) Pn. Zahariah(Bio), Mr. Tay(P.A.) and Mr. Tiong(MUET). Delight is clearly written all over their faces when we wished them happy teacher's day and proceeded with the cake-cutting session. A porcelain cup is our gift to each of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really expressed my gratitude to them, from the very bottom of my heart. They are truly good teachers. Some of them even go the extra miles and educate us to be a better person.  I don't attend tuition at all in Form 6, except for P.A. --- i have no implied meaning, don't get me wrong! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of teaching, I have a perception about the teaching profession. This thought struck me while listening to Pn. Wong speech today. A teacher's job is not to teach, but to educate. There are differences between teaching and educating. Teaching simply means disseminating the technical information according to the syllabus set. But educating means more than that. It encompasses the responsibility to show students the right ways in life and guide them to becoming better men in future. Teachers should always inculcate positive values and habits in students, like moving on in adversity and thinking out of the box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those pursuing a teacher's career, remember to always educate your students. Motivate your students. Mould them into better men. They are the ones going to lead the world. Held in them are the chance and hope to see a better world in the future! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no future without teachers. We are nothing without them. Teachers are great, but they just do it in silence. They educate us, shape us, and equip us with a pair of invisible wings together with the ability to fly. All they ask for in return is to see us soaring high and beyond the sky. Our teachers might not remember us, but we should appreciate them for what they have done for us and always remember them. No matter how high we fly, make landing once in a while to pay them a visit. Just like what we should do to our parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thank you teachers. Happy Teacher's Day! The best gift to a teacher: Still remembering them and saying thank you to them after 10 years when we have achieved great heights in life. I will do that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Here's a good song you may have listened to before. Just to feed your soul. Jia you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RgZsKoAr40A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RgZsKoAr40A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-2953946160385869690?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/2953946160385869690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=2953946160385869690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/2953946160385869690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/2953946160385869690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2009/05/2009-teachers-day.html' title='2009 Teacher&apos;s Day'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-3207140584398958219</id><published>2009-04-18T12:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:25:50.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These few weeks had been so hectic for me. Practically every day, I go home only after 4pm. I kind of regret involving myself in the committee members of several clubs last year. And that actually eats part of my revision time. Well, right or wrong, it's my choice. I have to take 100% responsibility on it. I will try my best to manage my time well, grab hold of every seconds and utilise time to the maximum. One important thing is to cut down on the time spent to go online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this also means I might blog less frequently. Anyway, if an overwhelming feeling and inspiration come flooding into my mind, most probably I will head straight to my computer and blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a motivational book I ever read, I learn to take full accountability and responsibility on our decisions in life. At junctures in life, we might make a wrong choice. But that's the road taken. Instead of grumbling about the hurdles and curdles along the way, we should learn to terms with the fact: We make the wrong move. We should go on and never give up. In fact, it's the thorns and prickles that make us tougher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace the difficulties and enjoy the process of overcoming them. Enjoy what we have got. Change what seems as an adversity into an opportunity that makes us a better man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have-via the e-mail-come across a sentence that sounds something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Coffee powder, in hot water, melts and gives nice aroma. The coffee powder has totally changed the difficult environment it's in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In face of difficulties, some people frown and cease trying after several failures. Some get very tough, but they end up smiles-deprived. They manage to work out many problems but are not really happy about all those obstacles in life. Then we have the third type of people who behave like the coffee powder. They take the challenge happily and enjoy life's stumbling blocks. They eventually come out as the winner, filled with the satisfaction and joy of overcoming problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to be the third type of people, but we can do it. Change our perception and believe in ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing the face changes nothing, but facing the change changes everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;See things from the bright side. An optimistic outlook of life shows happiness and unfolds the stairways to the heavenly destination. So , start seeing the world with a whole new 'eye'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at a ceremony, I saw many high-achievers that really shine. This year, we have two recipients for the Anugerah Mutiara. Once, I had a thought of coming up with a real breakthrough in physics and get recognised as the most intelligent person on earth. Even more intelligent than the one and only Albert Einstein. Looking back, now only I see how naive I was once. The world is full of highly-intelligent people. We have so many child prodigies, for instance in music or Maths. How are we to judge who is more intelligent? Different individuals actually have different aspects of intelligence, as suggested by the research on "Multiple Intelligence". Well, Albert Einstein might be the cream of the crop in the Physics world. But we might be far better than him in other areas. Well, if so then who is more intelligent? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are billions of talents out there. And even more is to come. Only at today's ceremony, there are already so many top-scorers present. How are we to be better than the rest of the world in each and every area? Perhaps, the right thing to do is to get better than what we were yesterday. And I now see it this way, I suppose. But my dream to do research and make breakthroughs never fades. I still want to create medical breakthroughs to help those suffering from illness or health conditions. Wow! I admit I am ambitious, but anything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my dreams. And I will work towards accomplishing these dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Find your way! Dream and make the dreams come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yq03gvUSwgo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yq03gvUSwgo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-3207140584398958219?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/3207140584398958219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=3207140584398958219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/3207140584398958219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/3207140584398958219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2009/04/these-few-weeks-had-been-so-hectic-for.html' title=''/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-2735868316817394206</id><published>2009-03-27T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:17:33.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Happenings ... Education</title><content type='html'>It has been a real long time since I last blogged. *sorry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very busy these days. And the more important reason is that I don't have the mood to blog. Every time I blog, I usually sit in front of the computer, organise my thoughts and take quite some time to come up with a blog post. My intention is to make my blog as inspiring as possible. Well, maybe that takes away some fun of blogging. And I guess I have to change, at least to a small extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were quite many happenings this two months. I was in charge of several activities in school. And indeed, I learnt a lot. I have changed in a way, perhaps. I start to use a different perception to view things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our LPS orientation earlier on during the holiday in March. I have to admit that we kind of did last-minute work, as many of us were busy practising marching for sports day. We were about to change the date of orientation as many people apparently could not come for the event. But in the end, we went on with the set date and luckily, the orientation turned out quite successful. I was one of the emcees for that whole day. Well, I think I　did quite well taking into account the fact that it was my first time being an emcee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thanks to all AJKｓ　for making the LPS orientation so successful. If not for all your hard work, we would not have achieved such success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent remark from a friend of mine made me do a self-reflection. Does my life revolve only around my world? Do I give important consideration to the souls around me? Have I been overly self-centered? Well, I was stunned at a moment. Have I been belittling the importance of others? There are no absolutely correct answers to these questions, as different individuals set different definition for 'self-centered' But a thing we, as the species with emotions and the highest intelligence quotient, must take note is to do things with the heart and souls. Perhaps we are not so great that we put people's priorities over ours, but never ignore others' presence in our life. Perhaps, I do need to learn how to treasure others. But at the same time, be prepared to deal with some rascals who just take advantage of our kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a remark that hit the very bottom of my soul. A remark that made me so thoughtful. A word can change one's life.  So, look out for the word that will change yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, our school has implemented quite a lot of changes. We will soon have lecture-based teaching method for the sixth formers. In other words, we are going to be the guinea pigs. Our school has also been nominated in several niches in our effort to transform KB to a cluster school, some sort of 'sekolah cemerlang'. For the sake of getting the prestige, many clubs and societies are required to take care of a small portion of land in the school. Different clubs have to plant different things there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During an assembly weeks ago, I actually heard something that made me ponder on our education system. *WARNING: LONG ESSAY AHEAD*....(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;haha, I will write as long as I feel I want to... but pls read the following as it's relevant to you as a student.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are constantly reminded to behave well and go abide by the school's rules and regulations. But why? What is the purpose of the school telling us to line up properly and quietly during assembly? What is the school's aim asking us to greet the outsiders, especially the officers from the Department? Not enough with being disciplined, we are taught to work hard and perform in exams. Some teachers always remind us to get prepared for PMR, SPM and STPM in order to score excellently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the questions are: are we reminded to do all these for the sake of ourselves? Or are we maintaining good discipline in order to keep the school's image good? Are we told to excel in exams for the sake of improving our school's ranking? Which is the first thing that comes to the mind of these educators? Excellent results leading to bright future of the students? Or the high number of students getting straight A's leading the school to be the prestigious 'sekolah cemerlang'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of asking us to excel in exams, they should tell us to perform well in our studies. For quite a few times during the assembly, teachers mentioned about 'sekolah cemerlang'. And we are all too familiar with the word magnet school. It has always occurred to me that the real purpose of education is to make one a better man. I always think that prestige of the school is just a by-product of the school's and teachers' dedicated, combined effort to educate the students, with the primary intention of moulding the students into better men, and paving bright futures ahead for the students. But have the intention and objectives of education changed? What has become of our education system? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a crucial flaw that we must overcome in order to see revamp in the system. Well, enough said. Whether we like it or not, we have to bear with the system for the time being. But do believe that it will be a better day ahead. Have faith. Let the power of our belief spread to others and influence them. Let power of our faith attract the positive changes we hope to see and lead us to the heavenly destination. Believe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-2735868316817394206?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/2735868316817394206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=2735868316817394206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/2735868316817394206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/2735868316817394206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2009/03/happenings-education.html' title='Happenings ... Education'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-6958166888098346126</id><published>2009-01-30T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:58:38.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This while, I get interested in playing with words and coming up with some meaningful sentences. I usually put those sentences as my MSN display message. Anyway, those messages are quite meaningful and thought-provoking, hopefully it may inspire you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one of us dreams of possessing this thing called 'happiness'. Some think they can only be happy after they get to the peak, others enjoy the process and get happy through the journey. Well, let's see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If happiness could be formulated, I want to be the one to discover the formula. But we all know it very well that this formula cannot be devised. It varies from one to another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the formula to being happy has long existed, yet is hidden in our heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ourselves are the formula. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that tough to be happy and stay happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果幸福一定要有个定义，它将比1+1=2更简单。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open up your heart and look around. Happiness is always in the air, if we feel it with all our heart and soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chipped glass does not seem to be chipped if we look at it from another angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just change our perception, and we will see before us a whole new world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how happy or sorrow we feel, life remains there to live. So, why not live life happily? Take on whatever challenge there is in life with a smile from the bottom of our heart, and we will smile and shine through adversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;寻寻觅觅，兜兜转转，其实幸福就在眼前。 做人癫一癫，笑一笑，幸福快乐永远围绕你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;与其苦着脸过生活， 不如笑度人生吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are reading the following, do listen to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tnZXVBH0710&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tnZXVBH0710&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多人都在期待现实中出现虚幻的童话。 也有不少人殷勤地希望能看到人间的天堂。 就连歌曲也有唱出对童话跟天堂的盼望。 或许一首歌能惊醒梦中人，抑或激起人们心中的火种。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但也许很多人都忘了，其实童话与天堂一直都在我们心中。 童话不曾放弃我们，只不过是我们遗忘了它。天堂一直跟随我们，只不过是我们把双眼望得太高太远，只看见遥不可及的天堂，心中的天堂却视而不见。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算世界没有童话，心中的童话从不消逝。 就算世界没有童话，让我们创造童话吧。童话般的现实，不是遥不可及，而是近在眼前。静心体会，就会感觉到心中的童话了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真心的付出，简单的幸福，朴素的快乐，其实就是天堂的一种体现。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这污浊的时代里，单纯的小孩们依然坚信童话跟天堂的存在。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许，单纯是开启心中的童话与天堂的钥匙吧。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;单纯一些，世界会更美好一些。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;依然是那句，加油加油！ 勇敢地去发掘心中的童话，心中的天堂吧！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-6958166888098346126?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/6958166888098346126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=6958166888098346126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/6958166888098346126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/6958166888098346126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-while-i-get-interested-in-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-3557505038510421960</id><published>2009-01-27T12:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:16:25.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>I'm possible</title><content type='html'>I watched "Barbie and The Diamond Castle" today. I don't really fancy this kind of movie, but after giving myself a chance for the show, I felt the movie was rather meaningful and interesting. Well, you won't know until you try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in all that can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the soundtrack （Title:Believe) for that movie. This song is quite meaningful and motivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U0QKfDHjjYI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U0QKfDHjjYI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are the lyrics to the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidden beneath the ground, is a spring that feeds the creek,&lt;br /&gt;Invisible as the wind,&lt;br /&gt;That you feel upon your cheek,&lt;br /&gt;And every breeze that whispers,&lt;br /&gt;Reminds us constantly,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes what's real is something you can't see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe... in all that can be,&lt;br /&gt;A miracle starts whenever you dream,&lt;br /&gt;Believe, and sing from your heart,&lt;br /&gt;You'll see,&lt;br /&gt;Your song will hold the key...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting behind the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;Is the sky that's always clear,&lt;br /&gt;And chasing away the doubts,&lt;br /&gt;You watch the sun appear,&lt;br /&gt;It's shining to remind you,&lt;br /&gt;As each new day begins,&lt;br /&gt;There's always hope if you just let it in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe... in all that can be,&lt;br /&gt;A miracle starts whenever you dream,&lt;br /&gt;Believe, and sing from your heart,&lt;br /&gt;You'll see,&lt;br /&gt;Your song will hold the key...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can paint the stars,&lt;br /&gt;You can touch the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Spread your wings and discover you can fly (and sing from high),&lt;br /&gt;You won't know until you try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe... in all that can be,&lt;br /&gt;A miracle starts whenever you dream,&lt;br /&gt;Believe, and sing from your heart,&lt;br /&gt;You'll see,&lt;br /&gt;Your song will hold the key...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh-ooh, believe, and dream what can be,&lt;br /&gt;Ask with your heart,&lt;br /&gt;And you will receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe, the beauty is yours to see,&lt;br /&gt;Your song will hold the key...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh-oooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When you) Believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beli-eve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, believe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a regular reader of my blog, you will see that I always write about miracles, dreams and believing in ourselves. I suppose this goes well with the theme of my blog, INSPIRING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the reason on top of that is because I do believe in miracles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that I can accomplish my dreams and ambition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that I can see and find true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may throw a teasing look or sarcastic remarks, others may pour one whole big pale of cold water. But those things are what I believe in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Believe in all that can be, a miracle starts whenever you dream." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dreams will come true when we believe. Because once we start believing, we will work towards what we believe in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nothing is impossible. Because "Impossible" is composed of "I'm possible".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, if it's not happening now, I won't believe that I am blogging on the second day of Chinese New Year. Well, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you won't know until you try&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Happy Chinese New Year! 祝大家新年快乐，心想事成！加油加油加油！&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-3557505038510421960?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/3557505038510421960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=3557505038510421960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/3557505038510421960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/3557505038510421960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-possible.html' title='I&apos;m possible'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-5930841888974876935</id><published>2009-01-24T10:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:33:19.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Some scribbles....</title><content type='html'>It's 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first blog post in this new year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's very true that a piece of good work needs inspirations. I guess it's the same with blogging. I was actually looking for the feelings of blogging and some inspirations before I started writing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my ways to search for thought-provoking ideas is by listening to music. These days, I listen to music quite always. Perhaps, without me knowing it, music has become a part of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't listen only to Jay Chou's songs, but I start varying the music　ｔｈａｔ　Ｉ enjoy. These are the few songs I like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;走火入魔 by 阿信， 叮当&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VUK1jLhW6NE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VUK1jLhW6NE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Inside Your Heaven by Carrie Underwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hqF4FXNK000&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hqF4FXNK000&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try listening to the second song. A nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel soothed and relaxed when listening to these songs. The feeling is like my heart and soul being touched and gripped by a sense of calmness and serenity. Sometimes, a tinge of sadness mingles in the heart too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I feel unhappy, those songs can heal, or hurt me even more deeply. Yet, I always go on listening to those songs, without any good reasons to do so. People say all our emotions and feelings are governed by the actions of chemicals like hormones and neurotransmitters in our body. That's absolutely true. However, do you want to control our emotions artificially using chemical injections? Do we want to stop the natural control of our feelings. If we use chemical to control everything from our illnesses to even our feelings and intelligence, is there any difference then, between humans and robots, except that we are made of real flesh while they are created from metals? Or should we label ourselves as robotic humans? Science has got explanations and theories for thousands and thousands of things. But these theories are not necessary to put to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theories are not discovered to be misused. Inventions are not created to be abused. Just like the case of discovering radioactivity. People misuse it in atomic and nuclear bomb. Is this the things and effects we want to see from the advancement of technology? Is this the way things should be? What has become of the world we are living in? The environment is bad, the people are not as good as the previous generations are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have the power to turn back clock, but we can always make a U-turn and head back to the right tracks in life. You can get diverted from the mainstream, but don't get off what you think is right in your heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am sorry to have written so many things. These come out from a sudden thought of mine. Perhaps, this is the good thing about blogging. You can 'type' your thought freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upper 6 life is getting busier. I had been very much on the go weeks ago finishing our group assignment. That's the first time I truly felt the hectic life in Form 6. It's like facing waves of tsunami that time. I stayed up till 1.30am in my friend's house to complete the assignment. I fell sick and still attended school, because I didn't want to miss classes. I joked to keep my spirits up, talked nonsense so as to alleviate the uncomfortable feelings, and laughed to get rid of sleepiness. Yet, some said I have taken steroids. Well, I have got no comment on that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be life-confident. That's what our MUET teacher told us. Be confident in what we undertake. No doubt, confidence is the element that we need in order to bring the best out of us. To build confidence, first feel confident,  and think of being confident. This brings us to the law of attraction. If you think you can, you are generating a frequency saying 'I CAN' to the cosmic universe. The frequency is then amplified and transmitted back to you. And you will manage to do what you wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though life is hectic now, this is the opportunity for me to learn and pick up skills. It's the  time to train my endurance, sharpen my abilities and polish my skills. It's a challenge to embrace. A challenge to take. And I would say, "Let's get down to it. Bring it on!" I will come through this challenge, be a better man, hold my head high and realise my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I believe, I achieve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Be life-confident! Be the only one! Just do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-5930841888974876935?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/5930841888974876935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=5930841888974876935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/5930841888974876935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/5930841888974876935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-2009-my-first-blog-post-in-this-new.html' title='Some scribbles....'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-7398701194568989101</id><published>2008-12-31T11:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:44:45.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A look-back on 2008</title><content type='html'>Some people say it's good to do self-reflection, others think that looking back on those sad happenings would just trigger grief and sorrow in people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine wrote this to me before: Reminiscence brings about well-being. Indeed, there's some extent of truth in it. By doing mental playback, we can improve on ourselves, and be a better man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 is a year I have gained many new experiences. It's the year we finally completed our secondary school life. It's the year I got my very first job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first job really sucked. Not many people know about it in fact, as I had just worked for less than 24 hours before I quit. I worked as a promoter for Maxis, and had to stand outside the shop, approach those passers-by and close sales. That's not suitable for me at all. And out of 10 people I approached, practically none was interested in listening to me. So, I was fed up with the job, and headed to Mid-valley and got myself a job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there I was, as a 'Sales Consultant' in Esprit, Mid-Valley. My experiences working there? Click on this link: &lt;a href="http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-feel-lucky-to-have-found-u.html"&gt;my previous blog post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or my experience handling different customers? Click &lt;a href="http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/03/they-are-owayz-rite-not-really.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in March, I got my SPM results. It's a straight A's, not full 1A's though. Well, that's not really beyond my expectation. But definitely, I felt a bit disappointed. Anyway, I just gave it a try to apply the JPA scholarship. Got the interview. And while waiting for the result, I　studied form 6. With the hope of getting the scholarship I was kind of having fun in form 6, and not really going all out. I really hoped to study overseas under the jpa scholarship. But it turned out a let-down to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it looks like I am destined to do my form 6. It's a pre-u programme, yet life in form 6 is no different from secondary school life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One big difference between Form 6 and college life is the people we meet. It's a whole new environment at college. Whereas form 6 life is considered sheltered, because we are in school, still bounded by those rules and regulations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in June, I got my driving licence. I first had some difficulties driving manual car. But, after much struggle and effort, now I drive manual car and sometimes speed on the road. Well, it's not good to speed. haha... I got to start changing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in June, I joined a kem motivasi, 激励营. Wanna know the happenings in the kem? Click &lt;a href="http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/06/kem-motivasi-teachers-day.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, those installations of new board of committee for clubs and uniform bodies took place. I got myself a few positions in a few clubs. Speaking of clubs, our LPS　will be under the kelab rakan pembaca next year. And that means LPS members will be able to get co-curriculum marks for attendance, other than the 6 bonus marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to October, we had our end-of-year exam. And I was not really satisfied with the results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November, we went to Bukit Larut, a haunted hill as said by some people, to catch bugs for our biology project, which constitutes some marks in our STPM bio paper 3. We did catch quite some insects there. But the main outcome, I　believe, is the true friendship we saw in times of despair. Click &lt;a href="http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/11/happenings-in-bukit-larut.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;to know more. The trip was literally a friendship-tester. And hopefully, we will remember for the rest of our life the good and hard times we ever had throughout the trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this Monday (29/12), I had bbq with my lps friends. It's a big joy bbq-ing with them. I really enjoyed it and I mean it. haha..... Though most of them are 2 years younger than me, I think I can mingle with hem quite well. At least that's what I think, but I don't really know how they think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's a very brief account of the happenings in 2008. 2009 is arriving in another several hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have encountered quite many ups and downs in 2008. But it's the never-say-die spirit that keeps me going. I did, and do and will go on believing that if we never give up, we will eventually accomplish our dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the mind can conceive and believe, it can achieve as long as we work to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这一年，我得了很多，也失了不少. 我学习了很多,但也忘记了不少. 不过,人不能因怕失而不去尝试获得, 因怕忘记而不去学习. 人生是个有限公司, 趁我们还有这个能力, 赶紧学我们想学的东西, 寻我们想寻的理想, 追我们想追的梦, 做我们想做的事. 人生无常, 若我们继续迟疑, 我们也许就会因此错失机会. 所以, 别再停滞不前了, 新的一年, 以新的士气, 新的精神, 展现新的自己, 迈开新的步伐向梦想前进! 加油加油!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say no more. You ponder on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS :HAPPY NEW YEAR to all my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-7398701194568989101?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/7398701194568989101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=7398701194568989101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/7398701194568989101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/7398701194568989101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/12/look-back-on-2008.html' title='A look-back on 2008'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-2979031832439953036</id><published>2008-12-19T19:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:10:39.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Be happy!</title><content type='html'>These few days, I got stuck in some problems. Those problems outwitted me before this. I was totally confused and puzzled in my own thinking. Perhaps, it's simply because I think too much. And I have been quite bored these days at home. My mind was thus occupied by unnecessary and complicating thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite upset and feeling down these few days, especially yesterday.  I can't get myself out of the bewilderment set by my own self. I was completely blank and clueless. CLUELESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, today I have been able to untie the knot in my heart. I am off all those puzzles. I am free from all those stuff. haha... I am really glad to blog about this. I do want to shout out loud, laugh out loud and do everything a happy man will do. The feeling is so good and different from my feelings yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's after I played basketball with my 5K classmates that I realised this "happiness". In fact, it's very simple to be happy. Just --------- BE HAPPY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)   &lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to being happy is to think happy and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your emotions and feelings are largely governed by your thinking. So, do not think about the things that upset you. Look back on some cheerful events and the fun you ever had. Look for something to do and be focused on the task. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to turn grief to joy, frowns to smiles and cry to laughter. But it depends on us to do that. So, get up and move on happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many other meaningful questions for us to ponder on. Why spoil our day by thinking of those problems. Especially for teenagers, we tend to reflect on the relationship with our friends over and over again. Or perhaps, some will consider their love problems. Don't think too much, the best solution is to work it out (but only after a little bit of consideration on the way to handle the problem...haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to some cheerful songs when feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following song for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vQRlyvnfyCw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vQRlyvnfyCw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a saying: "If a problem can be solved, then don't worry about it; if a problem can't be solved, what's the use of worrying?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, we often worry as long as we haven't worked out a problem. That's very normal. But, try not to get too worried of it. Instead of uselessly consuming energy on worrying, why not utilise our energy to think about the solution and do some prayers, so that the problems can be fixed well? Do remember to turn to our own GOD when we encounter some tough obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nature's law is that we reap what we sow. We take what we give. Our sincerity and effort would pay off certainly, perhaps in an imperceptible way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when we really give what it takes, we would, in one day, take back what we have given. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you smiled today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SVCYOKUKsTI/AAAAAAAAAak/Yw8yuLLnevw/s1600-h/smiley+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SVCYOKUKsTI/AAAAAAAAAak/Yw8yuLLnevw/s400/smiley+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282889731960123698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-2979031832439953036?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/2979031832439953036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=2979031832439953036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/2979031832439953036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/2979031832439953036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/12/be-happy.html' title='Be happy!'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SVCYOKUKsTI/AAAAAAAAAak/Yw8yuLLnevw/s72-c/smiley+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-2878554320167394579</id><published>2008-12-17T22:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:47:19.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Went watching a movie and got inspired</title><content type='html'>This Monday, 15th December 2008, I went to jusco with my LPS friends after our duty in the library. In fact, we are not really on duty. haha... as we spent more time chatting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, mind you, chatting is necessary to maintain a friendship. Humans do need communications after all. *I am getting better at crapping~~lol~~ss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after everyone reached the school, we closed the library and as usual, I had to be the driver. A driver who charge no transportation fees to those passengers. Believe me, this kind of good, generous drivers nearing extinction on this earth. kakaka....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going to watch a movie there. The Day The Earth Stood Still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SUkTCzVhqcI/AAAAAAAAAaU/BHYeHfTvT4k/s1600-h/movie+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SUkTCzVhqcI/AAAAAAAAAaU/BHYeHfTvT4k/s400/movie+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280772976929778114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SUkTDKFp2kI/AAAAAAAAAac/0n66fc6aSRY/s1600-h/movie+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SUkTDKFp2kI/AAAAAAAAAac/0n66fc6aSRY/s400/movie+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280772983037221442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie would start on 2.20pm, but it's already 2 when we arrived. And what's more, we had not had our lunch. WHAT?! haha.. You did not get me wrong. A few of them had actually eaten at home: Jiun Shyan, Vin Roy and Jaclyn. But since the majority of us had not, so we were going to have our meal at KFC first after buying 10 tickets for the 2.20pm session. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a colonel chicken rice combo, which cost me RM 9.25. And this price had not included the tax. Wow... One of my red note was going to be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we entered the cinema, it's already 2.40. I missed the advertisements. What?! I was actually very keen on watching those advertisements that usually came before a movie was played, because I seldom got to step into a cinema. Well, I missed it. lol.. I was just crapping.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, we did really miss the beginning of the movie. So, when I had just sat down watching, I had no idea at all of what the movie was about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the opening of the movie was not that important. I managed to understand the movie after a moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the movie was not really PACKED with ACTIONS. But it's a very inspiring movie for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was to raise the people's awareness to save the earth before the earth comes to an end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds us of our responsibilities to protect the earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds us to change before we reach the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sentence from the movie: People usually change on the verge of a crisis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the fact is, must we change only when crisis is before us? Why must we always wait until the last minute? Why can't we take the initiative and make the change in us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, when the earth ends, the human civilization ends as well. So, change when we still have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T WAIT FOR THE CRISIS TO ARRIVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-2878554320167394579?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/2878554320167394579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=2878554320167394579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/2878554320167394579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/2878554320167394579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-watching-movie.html' title='Went watching a movie and got inspired'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SUkTCzVhqcI/AAAAAAAAAaU/BHYeHfTvT4k/s72-c/movie+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-4509240927059662921</id><published>2008-12-13T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:22:37.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Kiss The Rain</title><content type='html'>I came across this song while surfing the net. I like it the first time I listened to it. The melody is very nice and catchy. It arouses my sadness, yet soothes me. It's comfortable and sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Kiss The Rain' by a South Korean piano music composer, Yiruma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jCSe66pWNmc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jCSe66pWNmc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the melody sung with lyrics. I don't think the lyrics are the original lyrics of the song, but together, they make a very sentimental song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mh6yen4Il9Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mh6yen4Il9Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VRS1&lt;br /&gt;I often close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I can see you smile&lt;br /&gt;You reach out for my hand&lt;br /&gt;And I'm woken from my dream&lt;br /&gt;Although your heart is mine&lt;br /&gt;Its hollow inside&lt;br /&gt;I never had your love&lt;br /&gt;And I never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;And every night&lt;br /&gt;I lie awake&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you love me&lt;br /&gt;Like I've always loved you&lt;br /&gt;But how can you love me&lt;br /&gt;Like I loved you when&lt;br /&gt;You can't even look me straight in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VRS 2/3&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this way&lt;br /&gt;To be so in love&lt;br /&gt;To have someone there&lt;br /&gt;Yet feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;The one to wipe my tears&lt;br /&gt;The on to say that you would never leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waters calm and still&lt;br /&gt;My reflection is there&lt;br /&gt;I see you holding me&lt;br /&gt;But then you disappear&lt;br /&gt;All that is left of you&lt;br /&gt;Is a memory&lt;br /&gt;On that only, exists in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;VRS 4&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what hurts you&lt;br /&gt;But I can feel it too&lt;br /&gt;And it just hurts so much&lt;br /&gt;To know that I can't do a thing&lt;br /&gt;And deep down in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I just know&lt;br /&gt;That no matter what&lt;br /&gt;I'll always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VRS 1&lt;br /&gt;So why am I still here in the rain..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-4509240927059662921?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/4509240927059662921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=4509240927059662921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/4509240927059662921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/4509240927059662921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/12/kiss-rain.html' title='Kiss The Rain'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-313367896099312311</id><published>2008-12-13T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:02:25.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>In memory of my dog...</title><content type='html'>He's a Doberman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was always obedient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He liked putting his leg on ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He licked our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is 'Dobby'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Tuesday (9th December 2008), he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him struggling for some moments.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had to make a harsh decision. A decision to put him to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him die. Tears filled my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sad. In fact, my whole family was saddened by his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been a very good dog all this while. He has done his job very well too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for you to rest, Dobby. I will never forget that I ever had you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN MEMORY OF DOBBY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-313367896099312311?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/313367896099312311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=313367896099312311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/313367896099312311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/313367896099312311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-memory-of-my-dog.html' title='In memory of my dog...'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-8450088934892400589</id><published>2008-12-03T22:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:22:22.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Just saw an unusual phenomenon... Wow!</title><content type='html'>That was indeed a memorable day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this monday, 1st of December 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the day when I saw very unusual sky phenomenon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go out and see the moon now, got something interesting" This was the sms I received on around 8.30pm that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without doubting if my friend was trying to fool me, I went out of the house and saw the moon. Initially, I wasn't able to see anything interesting. Just the moon. But then, not long after, I saw the bigger picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon was smiling at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/STaaosXQmFI/AAAAAAAAAUw/YG6JmUcuGiU/s1600-h/P200812021627183188712032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/STaaosXQmFI/AAAAAAAAAUw/YG6JmUcuGiU/s400/P200812021627183188712032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275574037405276242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/STaaoZJfPFI/AAAAAAAAAUo/a3a0N_FymS8/s1600-h/moon,+jupiter+and+venus+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/STaaoZJfPFI/AAAAAAAAAUo/a3a0N_FymS8/s400/moon,+jupiter+and+venus+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275574032247241810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... I had got mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I came to know that the smiling moon was actually caused by the moon, and the planet Jupiter and Venus that aligned to form the smiley. The Jupiter and Venus formed the two eyes of the smiley, whereas the moon made up the charming smile. It's really.... breathtaking scene. 'Wow' is not enough!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually went out to gaze at the smiling moon twice. The second time I saw it, I made my wishes in front of the smiling moon. haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Listen to this song when reading the following. It adds some 'touching' effects.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IwBNY2xqSX8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IwBNY2xqSX8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wishes I made were not to be forgotten. I still remember them, and will keep them in my mind. They are not merely wishes. They are my dreams, dreams that I will strive to fulfill. I have stated my dreams in front of such an unusual phenomenon, and I believe that I will have the inconceivable power, drive and energy to accomplish my dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon, Jupiter and Venus are three different things. Jupiter and Venus are planets, but moon is not. And surprisingly, it happened that they came together to form a charming and mesmerizing smiley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's even more surprising that, we, in another planet called the Earth, had the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to gaze at such a great phenomenon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather define this as a miracle. A miracle that happened in reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A miracle that gives us hopes when hopes are frail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This miracle promises us that we will see more miracles to come, if we never give up and we keep fighting till the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematicians know how not probable it is for these three different things to arrange into a smiley. And it's nearly impossible for us to really see this phenomenon. But in the past, there were a cluster of people called the 'astrologists' who had never thought about those impossibilities. They just believed. Believed in miracles. Miraculously and successfully, they saw what they had believed in. And they since then found out that this unusual phenomenon happens every 44 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of them, we saw this miracle. And we'll start to believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracles always happen to those who believe in them&lt;/span&gt;. In times of desperation, never ever abandon hope. Try to recall what we have experienced so far. Remember the miracle of seeing a smiling moon. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Be patient when we face any crisis, believe in miracles, because miracles are going to happen. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PS: If the moon, jupiter and venus can come together as a smiley, any miracles can happen when we believe and try.&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/4230953004638946060-8450088934892400589?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/8450088934892400589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=8450088934892400589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/8450088934892400589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/8450088934892400589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-saw-unusual-phenomenon-wow.html' title='Just saw an unusual phenomenon... Wow!'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/STaaosXQmFI/AAAAAAAAAUw/YG6JmUcuGiU/s72-c/P200812021627183188712032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-2935425864712447646</id><published>2008-12-03T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:00:16.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged...</title><content type='html'>The rules:- Link to your tagger and post these rules. List (5) random facts about yourself and tag (5) people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Random facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am on holiday now.&lt;br /&gt;2. I often go online this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am currently doing my Form 6 in SMK Kepong Baru.&lt;br /&gt;4. I am rather optimistic and sunshine. Is this a fact? But at least, I am trying to be so. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;5. I have killed many innocent insects just to complete my biology project. I do feel a tinge of guilt, but I will work hard to contribute to biology in future and make their sacrifices worthwhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anyone in mind to tag... sry~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;About me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name : Lee Weng Hoong&lt;br /&gt;Name you wish you had : Lee Weng Hoong (I am proud having this name...haha)&lt;br /&gt;What do normally people make mistake of your name? : The 'Hoong' in my name is sometimes pronounced as 'hong', instead of the 'hoong'&lt;br /&gt;Birthday : 14 Jan &lt;br /&gt;Birthplace : In the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Time of Birth : Forgotten (does it matter anyway? haha) &lt;br /&gt;Single or Taken : wanted but not taken... haha... jus kidding.. still single la..&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign : Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Appearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tall are you : around 179 cm&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were taller: hope to reach 180&lt;br /&gt;Eye color : black&lt;br /&gt;Eye color you want : black (I am proud with my eye colour)&lt;br /&gt;Natural Hair color : black&lt;br /&gt;Current Hair color : also black&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: short &lt;br /&gt;Ever dye your hair a bizarre color : nope &lt;br /&gt;Feeling dramatic with your hair : of course! I feel good with it..&lt;br /&gt;Glasses or contacts : glasses&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear make-up : I am a guy, so nope. haha (I think make-ups are for those metrosexual guys)&lt;br /&gt;Ever had hair extensions : what's hair extension? But anyway, I guess no&lt;br /&gt;Paint your nails : never and never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In the opposite gender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color eyes : black, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;What color hair : same answer as above&lt;br /&gt;Shy or Outgoing : A balance between these two&lt;br /&gt;Sexy or Cute : dono.. i just know that she will drive me crazy and my heart thump crazily fast &lt;br /&gt;Serious or Fun : fun, but not too fun..&lt;br /&gt;Older or Younger than you: age is not an obstacle in true love&lt;br /&gt;A turn on: no comment...&lt;br /&gt;A turn off : no comment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This or that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers or Chocolates : Chocolates&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke : none of them, coz I choose 100 plus&lt;br /&gt;Rap or Rock : both as long as it's nice (can I take both?)&lt;br /&gt;Relationship or One night stand : Relationship of course!&lt;br /&gt;Work or School : School for the time being, maybe I'll change my answer in future..&lt;br /&gt;Love or Money : oops, I don't care. I'll take both&lt;br /&gt;Movies or Music : BOTH&lt;br /&gt;Country or City : Don't really understand this question..&lt;br /&gt;Sunny or Rainy days : sunny days... I like feeling sunshine...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Have you ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie : Where on earth can we find someone who has never lied in their lives? Exclude babies in this question. (in fact, many babies do lie!)&lt;br /&gt;Stole something: yupe&lt;br /&gt;Smoked : never&lt;br /&gt;Hurt someone close to you : I think yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower : maybe rose? but rose has got many colours....&lt;br /&gt;Candy: no special liking for certain candy&lt;br /&gt;Song : it always changes according to my mood, so no point telling you...&lt;br /&gt;Scent : dao4 xiang1?  haha...just kidding.. I have no idea..&lt;br /&gt;Color : blue for now&lt;br /&gt;Movies: don't have&lt;br /&gt;Singer : jay chou, perhaps..&lt;br /&gt;Word : too many to be mentioned...&lt;br /&gt;Junk food : no idea..&lt;br /&gt;Website : my blog &gt;&gt; www.movingwheel.blogspot.com; youtube&lt;br /&gt;Location: dubai, paris, hawaii, china, korea, japan, and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;Animal : dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Misc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried over someone : I think yes&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything you wish you could change about yourself : my confidence and abilities. But I don't wish, I will work it out. haha...&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you're attractive : Why not? (This is not an example of narcissism, ok?)&lt;br /&gt;If you had to choose a fairytale as your life what would you choose: no idea.. perhaps, snow white? I'll be the prince...haha&lt;br /&gt;Do you play any sports: absolutely yes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-2935425864712447646?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/2935425864712447646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=2935425864712447646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/2935425864712447646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/2935425864712447646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged.html' title='Tagged...'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-5397775981940193684</id><published>2008-11-29T16:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:58:07.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Memories in Bukit Larut....</title><content type='html'>Good times are there to recall and cherish. And the trip to Bukit Larut is truthfully one of the best moments I had throughout my life in SMKB. This trip is a memory to be kept for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/STEJGQ4-sHI/AAAAAAAAASw/ZDZmJyi_F7Y/s1600-h/P1014442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/STEJGQ4-sHI/AAAAAAAAASw/ZDZmJyi_F7Y/s400/P1014442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274006641845383282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All smiles and ready to go for our destination &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/STEKMjnpU8I/AAAAAAAAAS4/B8L-hHCOKbs/s1600-h/getsetgo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 115px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/STEKMjnpU8I/AAAAAAAAAS4/B8L-hHCOKbs/s400/getsetgo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274007849463796674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 4 hours after that, we reached taiping! Then, waited for another bus and went to Fang Jayne's grandparents' house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AT TAIPING LAKE...haha..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/STEJGOv06uI/AAAAAAAAASg/nA8ouDz44do/s1600-h/P1010105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/STEJGOv06uI/AAAAAAAAASg/nA8ouDz44do/s400/P1010105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274006641270123234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 quite-handsome guys posing their smiles, but I have no idea why ding hang close his eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/STEJGFYeHtI/AAAAAAAAASo/G8fLxBjgyMw/s1600-h/P1010111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/STEJGFYeHtI/AAAAAAAAASo/G8fLxBjgyMw/s400/P1010111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274006638756241106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weee = victory&lt;br /&gt;smile = happiness&lt;br /&gt;we smile! Cheering our friendship forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/STEMhngjvXI/AAAAAAAAATI/AG6q2vaVZA8/s1600-h/P1014555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/STEMhngjvXI/AAAAAAAAATI/AG6q2vaVZA8/s400/P1014555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274010410308320626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOOTING MY DEBUT MV... haha...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/STEMhx6_dfI/AAAAAAAAATY/cuM4FFIyv98/s1600-h/picture+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/STEMhx6_dfI/AAAAAAAAATY/cuM4FFIyv98/s400/picture+074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274010413103543794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/STEMhpxAmYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/azJBX4M-L_8/s1600-h/picture+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/STEMhpxAmYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/azJBX4M-L_8/s400/picture+072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274010410914191746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/STEOM4pfohI/AAAAAAAAATo/QpKKZYVFmKk/s1600-h/picture+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/STEOM4pfohI/AAAAAAAAATo/QpKKZYVFmKk/s400/picture+075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274012253155205650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/STEPeGswKVI/AAAAAAAAATw/UvucIgJTCqE/s1600-h/P1014641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/STEPeGswKVI/AAAAAAAAATw/UvucIgJTCqE/s400/P1014641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274013648496372050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;our finger-licking good dinner.... cooked by the four of us in this photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/STEMhbHAb0I/AAAAAAAAATA/E7tfvVrbphU/s1600-h/P1014457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/STEMhbHAb0I/AAAAAAAAATA/E7tfvVrbphU/s400/P1014457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274010406979923778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling sunshine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: When I see this post one day in future, I will recall all those smiles and nice memories! Friendship always remains despite not seeing each other....&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/4230953004638946060-5397775981940193684?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/5397775981940193684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=5397775981940193684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/5397775981940193684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/5397775981940193684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/11/memories-in-bukit-larut.html' title='Memories in Bukit Larut....'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/STEJGQ4-sHI/AAAAAAAAASw/ZDZmJyi_F7Y/s72-c/P1014442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-7847590679513479194</id><published>2008-11-27T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T01:14:47.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Thinking of a better world</title><content type='html'>i find myself in love with something lately.....&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in love with........ MUSIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JAY CHOU'S MUSIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, when you ask me who is my idol, i would say i myself am my own idol. But now, maybe it's sill the same, i am not sure. One thing i am sure is that i would say jay chou is my favourite singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, listening to music is very relaxing. It can usually provoke certain feelings in us, depending on what kind of music we are listening to. And i am having this feeling now, because i have been listening to the following song, by jay chou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NJBznfIHcf8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NJBznfIHcf8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this song if you are free. It's quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of a question just now, "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How to make this world a better place to live in?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better place does not refer only to peace and no war in each corner of the world. For me, it actually means more than that. A better place should be able to provide its people with happiness and joy. Peace alone does not guarantee joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to create joyful atmosphere, and a better place for every single soul living on earth. Some say, war for peace, and tears for joy. We might need to put up a fight or struggle before we manage to make this world a better place. Years and years have passed, yet, is our world good enough to live in? Have we witnessed the beauty of this world? Have we created peace after all the wars that took place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, we don't really need wars and tears for peace and joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that difficult to create peace and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a mission impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that is needed is our own self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If we are sincere in making peace, we will see peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If we really want to have joy, we will not make our life miserable with all those worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since happiness is abstract, it is usually a state of our mind. If we are optimistic enough, we will be happier. So, try to see possibilities out of impossibilities, opportunities out of adversities and inspiration out of every challenging situation, You will eventually create miracles out of obstacles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly what we should do to lead a positive life. Be sunshine and fill your day with sunshine. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Life is here to enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of peace, it's not that difficult to make peace without war. But it's not easy to create true peace, because true peace goes beyond a world without war. It's a world where everyone smiles genuinely to each other without any rivalry inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we do wanna see real peace, we should put our heart and soul to work out the problems among us. Many problems can be solved without the slightest violence, or even without argument. It's just that we are often too irrational to see that truth. Humans are one of the extremely few species capable of heart-to-heart communication. Yet, why do we purposely lose this unique God-given ability by putting up a 'character mask' when we face our friends? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why do we need to fake ourselves when we communicate with each other? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we forgotten sincerity and honesty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in a better world is many people's dream. But only a few have started working on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We definitely do not hope to see a beautiful world only in fantasy, a better world only in our dreams. A cluster of people have been perspiring to make this world more beautiful. Let's believe that their perspiration will be worthwhile at last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;do not just believe without trying to achieve&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/4230953004638946060-7847590679513479194?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/7847590679513479194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=7847590679513479194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/7847590679513479194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/7847590679513479194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-find-myself-in-love-with-something.html' title='Thinking of a better world'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-5583625328201594107</id><published>2008-11-19T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:49:45.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONQUERING Bukit Larut</title><content type='html'>Wow, I have been going through ups and downs in these few days, beginning from the very first day of my trip to Bukit Larut on last Sunday till yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (the 6B1 students) went to Bukit Larut to catch bugs for our Biology project. But, the truth is we spent more time playing......haha... and guess what, that's absolutely normal for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started walking uphill on Saturday, after a night stay at Fang Jayne's grandma's house. According to scheduled time, we should have started our journey uphill on around 9am, but due to the jeep competition held by the government, our departure time was delayed to 3.30pm. OMG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never thought about the problems that might arise due to the delay until I came to know that the walk uphill took a very long time. I actually heard that from the people who walked downhill. As time went by, my worry grew larger. I was afraid it would be dark before we managed to reached the peak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst thing to know was.... the journey is of 10km distance. WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was exhausted even before we walked halfway. This was partly due to the fact that we had to carry a small bag (the large bags that contained our clothes were carried uphill by a trailer) with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the journey, I kept encouraging my friends. Don't get shocked - I sang at some points of my journey, hoping that this will energise them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, darkness fell and we were still far from destination. We had to use torchlight. We walked together, stopped and rested together, because at this point, we knew everything had to be done TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among us, there were some who suspected that we went on the wrong direction. One of my friends said she was afraid there were some spooky things that made us circle around the same place. Wow, that's real eerie. But luckily she told me after the journey. I was very optimistic to assure them that we were indeed on the right track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, under such circumstance, where you are extremely tired and the journey ahead seemed to be never ending you will feel that hope is frail. Some of us did feel so. They began to lose hope. But we never gave up. We walked and rested a while, and resumed our walk. I told myself that I must keep going. I must have very strong mental power. And I then recalled a saying from Napoleon Hill, "Whatever the mind can conceive and believe, it can achieve."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, in complete darkness, I am proud to say that we saw light. For me, it's the very first time in my life that I feel so strongly with the saying "There's light at the end of every tunnel". Indeed, we saw the light. Tears came out from my eyes. I was very relieved. And I was all the more proud with our achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend in need is a friend indeed. We saw true friendship in this situation. Those weaker ones were helped by their physically tougher friends. This is true friendship, friends who help and encourage each other in times of difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for this tiring walk, we would not have bonded together. If not for the darkness we were in, we would not have enjoyed such a beautiful city view at night. There's always blessing in every adversity that we face. This is very true and now I had personally experienced that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it's worth exhausting myself to walk uphill because I got to enjoy the beauty of the nature and the cool weather there. And I got to do all that with a group of true friends. All these really made my walk and tiredness worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen true friendship, and I am very proud of 6B1. Thanks all of you for giving me such a nice memory, especially when I was walking uphill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: NEVER GIVE UP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-5583625328201594107?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/5583625328201594107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=5583625328201594107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/5583625328201594107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/5583625328201594107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/11/happenings-in-bukit-larut.html' title='CONQUERING Bukit Larut'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-7053494404598900481</id><published>2008-11-09T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:52:18.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Feeling down</title><content type='html'>Feeling down.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling down right now, right here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have actually experienced this kind of feeling countless times before, it's just that I seldom blog about my feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know why I feel down. I just know that....that I feel down and helpless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I remember I have tried cheering up a friend of mine. We were chatting online and she said she was moodless. So, I tried telling her to smile and be happy. She told me it's not easy to cheer up when one feel down. And I have to admit that she was quite right. But still, I will self-motivate and recover very soon. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, this is what life is all about. If life is always filled with happiness, we would never treasure happiness. And guess what, I found it sort of nice to feel down, especially when we are listening to sad songs. haha... In fact, listening to songs is one way to 'cure' your bad feelings. And I think the best way out is to write our feelings out. And that's why I blog about my feelings right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is parts and parcels of our lives. So, don't keep feeling down when you feel down. Smile and cheer up! lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I was listening? &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qd8Rs6bvWt0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qd8Rs6bvWt0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-7053494404598900481?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/7053494404598900481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=7053494404598900481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/7053494404598900481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/7053494404598900481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/11/feeling-down.html' title='Feeling down'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-2984684807583804258</id><published>2008-10-27T22:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:49:02.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>This Thing Called L-O-V-E</title><content type='html'>Besides our family and relatives, there must be someone who means so much to us. That is someone special to us. The Chinese have this saying as "They are our the other half."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all based on the feelings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXIBMHKFaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/c4RhaDDgdiM/s1600-h/love+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 107px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXIBMHKFaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/c4RhaDDgdiM/s400/love+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261831662408963490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deals with the heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXIBJ-jm0I/AAAAAAAAAPA/mt4NpgGkQGo/s1600-h/love+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXIBJ-jm0I/AAAAAAAAAPA/mt4NpgGkQGo/s400/love+8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261831661836016450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like seeing rays of light in darkness when LOVE strikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXJRT3X77I/AAAAAAAAAPI/CUxBfnOuCuE/s1600-h/ray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXJRT3X77I/AAAAAAAAAPI/CUxBfnOuCuE/s400/ray.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261833038879780786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many girls out there, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXJRnmViSI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7QSjMnqgco8/s1600-h/love+anime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXJRnmViSI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7QSjMnqgco8/s400/love+anime.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261833044177029410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXLhO1NWwI/AAAAAAAAAPo/B4sVn_Z8FH0/s1600-h/anime+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXLhO1NWwI/AAAAAAAAAPo/B4sVn_Z8FH0/s400/anime+10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261835511429683970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good, nice and pretty ones....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXLg9IFuaI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Ixe4vENkqpA/s1600-h/anime+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXLg9IFuaI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Ixe4vENkqpA/s400/anime+9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261835506677037474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXMFsEjwMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qLnKYq_irLg/s1600-h/anime+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXMFsEjwMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qLnKYq_irLg/s400/anime+11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261836137753985218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we will know when it's her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXJR0jPfVI/AAAAAAAAAPY/SvBFJQLUJOU/s1600-h/love+anime+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXJR0jPfVI/AAAAAAAAAPY/SvBFJQLUJOU/s400/love+anime+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261833047653711186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the eyes meet the eyes, &lt;br /&gt;when the heart beats extraordinarily faster and pumps unusually stronger, &lt;br /&gt;when the body sweat unusually, &lt;br /&gt;when we have much to say, yet we turn speechless,&lt;br /&gt;when we want to see her face every seconds....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;That's when love comes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love comes, we get unusually happy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love comes, we feel nourished.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love comes, we feel on top of the world.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXN5RtpmoI/AAAAAAAAAP4/dZw1akc5Yyw/s1600-h/on+top+of+the+world.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXN5RtpmoI/AAAAAAAAAP4/dZw1akc5Yyw/s400/on+top+of+the+world.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261838123543403138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love comes, we feel that the world is ours....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have found your Miss Right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold her hands tightly and never let her go....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXRsr6aleI/AAAAAAAAAQY/GRS3zd2oCO8/s1600-h/anime+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXRsr6aleI/AAAAAAAAAQY/GRS3zd2oCO8/s400/anime+15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261842305284478434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hug her and warm her body with yours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXWSgqZ7aI/AAAAAAAAARg/whKZ810tWvg/s1600-h/anime+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXWSgqZ7aI/AAAAAAAAARg/whKZ810tWvg/s400/anime+16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261847353146076578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go all out to protect her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXXSS9HEQI/AAAAAAAAARo/3co7-ZzpbP8/s1600-h/anime+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXXSS9HEQI/AAAAAAAAARo/3co7-ZzpbP8/s400/anime+19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261848448978063618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiss her on the cheek....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXRs3KjDkI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Y4WjnHUZ7bY/s1600-h/anime+12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXRs3KjDkI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Y4WjnHUZ7bY/s400/anime+12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261842308304932418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kiss her and tell her "I love you"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXU1DU2WOI/AAAAAAAAARI/YgkBO88ynEk/s1600-h/anime+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXU1DU2WOI/AAAAAAAAARI/YgkBO88ynEk/s400/anime+17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261845747543202018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she kisses you back, she really loves you more than you can think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXWSAaov_I/AAAAAAAAARY/bRDJA_PcjVg/s1600-h/anime+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXWSAaov_I/AAAAAAAAARY/bRDJA_PcjVg/s400/anime+14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261847344490004466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So, tell her "I always love you, and I always will"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXU1ttKGHI/AAAAAAAAARQ/692i9ESvQlA/s1600-h/anime+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXU1ttKGHI/AAAAAAAAARQ/692i9ESvQlA/s400/anime+18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261845758919448690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Treasure her like an angel, because she is really the angel in your life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXYyxWqQuI/AAAAAAAAARw/_N5KAjHEHLs/s1600-h/anime+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXYyxWqQuI/AAAAAAAAARw/_N5KAjHEHLs/s400/anime+20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261850106405733090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Never forget to fulfill what you have promised to her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;love is a lifelong promise&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXYzBaLEfI/AAAAAAAAAR4/MkKGnoAIU-I/s1600-h/love+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 351px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXYzBaLEfI/AAAAAAAAAR4/MkKGnoAIU-I/s400/love+9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261850110715433458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Once you have found her, love her with all your heart and soul and care for her for the rest of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will do exactly that, or perhaps more than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE WITH YOUR &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXh0d8XTwI/AAAAAAAAASY/j9uogeHweBc/s1600-h/love+13.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXh0d8XTwI/AAAAAAAAASY/j9uogeHweBc/s400/love+13.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261860031159553794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PS :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXhz7BBPpI/AAAAAAAAASQ/IhCt1k9C5aU/s1600-h/love+12.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 109px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXhz7BBPpI/AAAAAAAAASQ/IhCt1k9C5aU/s400/love+12.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261860021783838354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-2984684807583804258?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/2984684807583804258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=2984684807583804258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/2984684807583804258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/2984684807583804258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-thing-called-l-o-v-e-anime.html' title='This Thing Called L-O-V-E'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQXIBMHKFaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/c4RhaDDgdiM/s72-c/love+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-3183216796394518739</id><published>2008-10-27T10:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:51:50.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Being true and perceived to be true...</title><content type='html'>Many things are perceived to be true in this world. And yet, these things are not necessarily true. In fact, they are always not the truth. Or should I say, there is no clear-cut answer to an issue. Simply put, there is no such thing as absolute truth on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what, stereotype always comes into play. We tend to believe that what is perceived to be true is true. Subconsciously, we register that 'false truth' in our mind and confine ourselves to a limited frame of mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stereotype... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQU42ly4oPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/a4yaGr7dWB4/s1600-h/stereotype+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQU42ly4oPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/a4yaGr7dWB4/s400/stereotype+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261674250161922290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stereotype has got serious negative impacts to ourselves. Not only does it blunt our critical and analytical thinking, but it also makes us lose our self-opinions. When everyone around you tells you that you look bad, do you believe that you are so? When everyone around you says you are extremely stupid, do you believe them? Or put another way, should you believe them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, self-esteem plays a very important role here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Edison made countless attempts and carried out thousands of experiments to make his first ever light bulb. And in the midst of the people's stereotype that he was not going to succeed, he succeeded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not let the stereotype about something influence our own thinking. Often, we need to think and question an issue, or a theory. "Think out of the box" - much has been said about it. But little have we done to practise that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;      ........... ...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is about social stigma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQU42wIjQ6I/AAAAAAAAAOo/_yTXvcgKFZU/s1600-h/stigma+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQU42wIjQ6I/AAAAAAAAAOo/_yTXvcgKFZU/s400/stigma+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261674252937151394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we do something against the norm, we are labeled extraordinary. Even when someone does nothing wrong at all, he receives the social stigma. WE have stigma associated with HIV-positive patients and homosexuals. Hey, do you think those diagnosed HIV positive must have been sleeping around with many other people? Do you think the homosexuals purposely change their sexuality for fun? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about these questions. The society is a civilised society today. Should social stigma exist any longer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, starting from the youth today (me included la..haha), we will do our part to change this social stereotype and stigma. It has got to start from somebody. Why not you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: THINK OUT OF THE BOX....STAMP OUT STIGMA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQU5dpn8yzI/AAAAAAAAAOw/EgNRL_nCsuw/s1600-h/box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQU5dpn8yzI/AAAAAAAAAOw/EgNRL_nCsuw/s400/box.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261674921204697906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-3183216796394518739?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/3183216796394518739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=3183216796394518739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/3183216796394518739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/3183216796394518739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/10/many-things-are-perceived-to-be-true-in.html' title='Being true and perceived to be true...'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQU42ly4oPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/a4yaGr7dWB4/s72-c/stereotype+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-8359208951264655763</id><published>2008-10-25T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:54:04.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Thought-provoking with exams and pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bsY8dht8bJw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bsY8dht8bJw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " ~I am listening to this song by Jay Chou &gt;&gt; 'Return to The Past' when writing this blog post. I do not intend to multi-task, but I am just looking for some sources of inspiration to blog. As suggested by the theme of my blog, "Inspiring", anything can be the inspiration in life. Haha...... Moreover, this might enhance the indescribable  'feeling' to blog about my thoughts and opinions. However, there's one drawback for sure - I would get distracted and may commit grammatical errors.....lolx.~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ~Try reading my blog with the music~  " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is finally over! Finally, the stress is off for the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should feel very relaxed and happy. We should enjoy the feeling after exam, when we have the freedom to surf the net, chat online and play computer games until late at night. The most important point is that we do not need to worry about studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what many people normally feel the second right after they submit their answer sheets on the last day of exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, some of us feel 'hollow' after exam. We can do anything we enjoy doing, but we have nothing to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the right attitude we should possess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is exam really that stressful? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we study for exam? I thought we should study for self-interest and knowledge? Which is right? I do not know.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I myself study for exam too... Many of us study only when exam is around the corner, and me included. And why is it that we feel the pressure and burden when we sit for exam? Why is it that our hearts always beat faster and stronger when we face exam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The purpose of exam is to gauge our understanding of a topic", we are told so. But, it happens to me that scoring good grades in exam does not mean you have fully understood a certain topic. Failing an exam doesn't mean you know nothing about a topic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's exam, a marking scheme comes into play. When this transpires, rigidity in our education system happens. We have to write all the keywords in exam so as to ensure that we fulfill the criteria of getting an 'A' in a subject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEYWORDS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English language is so wide. Do we have only one single or several words to describe a process, or a physiological reaction that takes place in our body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we learning? Keywords? or knowledge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no better solution in mind other than abolishing the exam marking scheme. And would that ever happen? That's a good question to ponder on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, PRESSURE. Why do we feel so tensed up during exam? Why can't we take exam as a usual practice that we do in class? Is it because of the exam-oriented society? Is that because everything on earth seems to be in favour of those with high paper qualification? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, it's our own fault. We ourselves placed so high priority in exam that we failed to bring the best out of us. Perhaps, we are the culprit of our own failure. We are the ones who know best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are always on high alert if there's any enemy around. But we failed to identify the biggest enemy in us. Recognising and overcoming our inner 'enemy' takes tremendous amount of effort. But it can be achieved if we set our heart and soul to attain it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napoleon Hill once said, "Whatever the mind can conceive and believe, it can achieve."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that we are not capable of doing something. It's just that some might take longer time to complete the same task. Believe in ourselves. Forget about the pressure when we do anything. Just do our best and leave the rest to our God. It's never easy to do this, but it is not impossible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simplified version of Napoleon's saying, "When we believe, we can achieve."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Go! Go! Go! We can achieve it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-8359208951264655763?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/8359208951264655763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=8359208951264655763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/8359208951264655763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/8359208951264655763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/10/return-to-past-when-writing-this-blog.html' title='Thought-provoking with exams and pressure'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-5550415398613745278</id><published>2008-10-25T11:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:03:50.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Photo with a group of new-found friends</title><content type='html'>My previous blog post mentioned about how we, the 6B1 students met the students from Australia. But I didn't insert any photo of us in the post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the group photo that I received from one of the Australian friends. Yesterday only she sent it to me online....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQKTYxN1BfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t7sRv0vjwlc/s1600-h/With+the+Australians.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQKTYxN1BfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t7sRv0vjwlc/s400/With+the+Australians.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260929368459642354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... photo of togetherness and happiness!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-5550415398613745278?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/5550415398613745278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=5550415398613745278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/5550415398613745278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/5550415398613745278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/10/photo-with-group-of-new-found-friends.html' title='Photo with a group of new-found friends'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SQKTYxN1BfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t7sRv0vjwlc/s72-c/With+the+Australians.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-7919963432950311538</id><published>2008-09-20T11:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:02:58.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>The Australian Visitors</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, our school, SMKB, received a visit from about 20 Australians, which are doing their high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luck would have it, my class, 6B1, had the honour to interact and mix with them. And I was really glad to hear that piece of news. So, there we went to the school hall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were seated at our own place. The 6B1 students and the visitors were sitting separately. We were there prior to their arrival. And when they stepped in the hall, some of them shook hands with our students. One even gave us some souvenirs brought from their country. To make it short, they were friendly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had Luei Hann as the emcee for the "Welcome" ceremony specially prepared for the Aussies. The performances included the chinese orchestra and traditional dance from the students. We also watched a slide show produced by the prefects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next session was the interacting session. As we are host school students, we took the initiative to interact and chat with them. We also took pictures together. And I did exactly that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From our conversation, I got to know that they will be in Malaysia for around 9 days and their trip is on their own expenses. They are visiting Penang Island too. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not much to talk about. But one thing interesting was, many of them had earlier prepared some souvenirs. And when they met us yesterday, they gave us things like pens and the Australia flags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though most of the Aussies are in the age range of 14 to 16, they looked matured, indeed. And that was what I told them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know many new friends and had also got their email address. To name a few, Shelby, Kirstine and Nicole. Hopefully, we have the chance to chat online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting with the Aussies was really an exposure for me. I did enjoy meeting them and hopefully, they enjoy that too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: It's nice meeting with you all, the Aussies. haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-7919963432950311538?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/7919963432950311538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=7919963432950311538' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/7919963432950311538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/7919963432950311538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/09/australian-visitors.html' title='The Australian Visitors'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-2484296378586987997</id><published>2008-09-20T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T11:36:59.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I change my blog address</title><content type='html'>To those who first visit my blog, my previous blog address is actually &lt;a href="http://www.qtwhlee.blogspot.com"&gt;www.qtwhlee.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I change the address? I think that's because the address sounds a bit childish to me, and also to many of you out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... the meaning of my new blog address, movingwheel.blogspot.com? Ok, here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name can be expressed in the form of W.H. Lee. If you reorganise the name (whlee), it becomes wheel. So, moving wheel means I am always moving and overcoming all the stumbling blocks in life. I think this is much more meaningful than my previous address. hahaha.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-2484296378586987997?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/2484296378586987997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=2484296378586987997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/2484296378586987997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/2484296378586987997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-i-change-my-blog-address.html' title='Why I change my blog address'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-3925126516545317291</id><published>2008-08-31T14:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:17:11.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>What's happening</title><content type='html'>Wow! It has been more than a month since I last blogged. Indeed, I have been quite busy these days, and I suppose there's more to come. Plus, I wasn't in the mood of blogging. *haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been quite some happenings last month. I was in charge of the merdeka celebration at school level. Three of my classmates were chosen to be the emcees for the event. At the end of the celebration, another fourteen of us (including emcees) - as usual - went upstage and ---------- 'laung merdeka' So patriotic of us! *hahahaha* We, the committee, luckily received compliments from the teachers. And we do deserve them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 6 life had been quite hectic, especially after I spend a portion of time surfing the net and blogging. So, what I wanna say is that time management is of utmost importance. And I am learning to spend quality time....... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do mean it. Time management is important. All of us have 24 hours a day. Time well-spent or not, it depends solely on us. People might think it's useful to be equipped with the power to freeze time. But let's think it over. Would it really help? If you are used to procrastinating, you will carry on the bad habit and leave things undone even if you have the luxury of time. If one is addicted to playing online games, will he ever give up his addiction when he has the ability to freeze time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, it sounds as if I were writing an essay on time. You can perhaps refer to it as one of your points when writing essays.......lolz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, you will need time management skills unless you can be like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SMELxnv7zlI/AAAAAAAAANE/eyc_JpXhdpQ/s1600-h/multitasking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SMELxnv7zlI/AAAAAAAAANE/eyc_JpXhdpQ/s400/multitasking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242484388347498066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I stay back at school quite often for LPS. Having joined LPS for almost 6 years, I do feel a stronger sense of belonging to it. And it's actually good to have this feeling. It keeps my spirit alive whenever I feel down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of feeling down, it's common to sink into depression at times. Even dogs feel down occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SMEPt1xSqkI/AAAAAAAAANM/G5FKkiwrMrE/s1600-h/feeling+down+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SMEPt1xSqkI/AAAAAAAAANM/G5FKkiwrMrE/s400/feeling+down+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242488721438321218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you never ever felt down before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SMEPt3MNiUI/AAAAAAAAANU/WpjVbhHwSFM/s1600-h/feeling+down+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SMEPt3MNiUI/AAAAAAAAANU/WpjVbhHwSFM/s400/feeling+down+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242488721819666754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one of my friends telling me to pour out my feelings in my blog posts. But I actually prefer another means of getting rid of bad mood - by listening to music. Seriously, different people mend their broken heart by different ways. But, try to be as cheerful as I am. Be happy always. I have heard people saying, "If a problem can be solved, no need to worry about it. If a problem cannot be solved, what is the use of worrying?" That's very true. Don't endure hardships. Enjoy them. Only this can bring you further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I think I am getting more obsessed with Taiwan (or Korean) romance drama. I am watching "Rolling Love' now and I find it quite interesting. I guess it touches my heart, especially because the drama reflects the inner feelings of a blind, pretty girl. The story is rather unrealistic, but it is actually these unrealistic elements that give us hope to see a revamped world, and a beautiful, shining future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love story in these typical dramas are usually unlikely to happen in reality, but they fill my world with hopes, and my life with 'substance'. Tshey give me the hope that I still stand a chance to experience that kind of "love chemistry". They give me the hope to make my dream come true even if they're under high unlikeliness to be real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They motivate me to strive harder. And they touch my soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In fact, all sorts of possibilities rise from impossibilities. All realities rise from dreams. Every success starts with a dream to succeed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the theme song of the drama "rolling love". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbYCpuk_gjE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbYCpuk_gjE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song, or this type of songs for that matter, never fails to be my driving force to achieve better results. Hope you enjoy it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-3925126516545317291?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/3925126516545317291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=3925126516545317291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/3925126516545317291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/3925126516545317291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-happening.html' title='What&apos;s happening'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SMELxnv7zlI/AAAAAAAAANE/eyc_JpXhdpQ/s72-c/multitasking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-1221865956892144121</id><published>2008-07-31T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T00:01:21.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C.O.U.R.A.G.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BJWk7SqCVQw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BJWk7SqCVQw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of late, I found myself always listening to songs in youtube. And when I come across a meaningful song, I always think of sharing it in my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song embedded above is a TVB drama theme song. The song is named after the drama, Always Ready. If you are a frequent visitor to my blog, you can see that I am a real TVB drama fan. I do watch Korean dramas, and I did feel touched by the romance between the main characters in those love dramas. To name a few, Full House and Autumn in My Heart. But I just prefer TVB ones to Korean ones. This may be attributed to the fact that TVB dramas actually incorporate many other elements besides love and romance in the story, while Korean dramas usually revolve around the theme of love and sacrifices. Or pehaps, there's just this energy called "yuan2" between me and TVB dramas, just the this thing called "yuan2 fen4" between couples. &lt;speaking of this, I am still single....lol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, looks like I deviated from the topic so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the drama. It actually shows how a team of people from GFS display their spirits, determination and courage to rescue people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not be interested in their job. Nonetheless, we should learn their ways of taking life and challenges. Listen to the song and you will realise what it means by courage. It's an inspiring song that overwhelms me with courage and power every time I listen to it. Courage does not merely refer to the ability to speak publicly without stammering through one's speech. It's skin deep to define courage in such a way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, besides the courage to speak up (which is very important in these days, taking into account that it's a very much needed surviving skills in politicians), courage does mean the determination to take and brave for the challenges ahead, without being afraid of the unknown future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courage means the perseverance to keep fighting through our way to success without giving up. Courage means keep going with each and every battles in life, though we may lose in a few of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, when we believe, we can succeed without other people's help. The important thing is to show courage in doing whatever we undertake. Strive for our dreams, work towards our goals, with no hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we believe, everything is possible, except this thing called "impossibility"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Do not hope for other people's help. We have to work extra hard to succeed. Take it as a challenge to train ourselves. This is the critical point where we can turn adversity into opportunity. Let's not depend on "certain" people (try to get what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAMBATEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SJHE4bYg3bI/AAAAAAAAAM8/c_1jFrP-jJs/s1600-h/courage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SJHE4bYg3bI/AAAAAAAAAM8/c_1jFrP-jJs/s400/courage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229177116056149426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-1221865956892144121?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/1221865956892144121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=1221865956892144121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/1221865956892144121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/1221865956892144121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/07/of-late-i-found-myself-always-listening.html' title='C.O.U.R.A.G.E.'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SJHE4bYg3bI/AAAAAAAAAM8/c_1jFrP-jJs/s72-c/courage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-2830815480792420113</id><published>2008-07-23T16:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:56:51.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love is colour blind</title><content type='html'>Recently, I have fallen in love with an English song. It's love at first sight. It is no doubt that this song is meaningful, and I find it very soulful and nerve-soothing. "Love Is Colour Blind", a song that can really give you the peace of mind and help you relax.  &lt;Giddle up for Sarah Connor and TQ&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DJD5hM6gx44&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DJD5hM6gx44&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VhukkVhMFhE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VhukkVhMFhE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: The first video is the original music video for the song, but it is not complete, meaning the video ends in the middle of the music. The second video is not the music video, but it is complete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singers: &lt;br /&gt;Sarah Connor, TQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;[TQ]&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;what's up?&lt;br /&gt;it's TQ and Sarah again&lt;br /&gt;haha, right back at ya&lt;br /&gt;(love is color blind)&lt;br /&gt;that's right&lt;br /&gt;this time we got a serious situation&lt;br /&gt;and we're tryna do our parts to help&lt;br /&gt;and we need your help&lt;br /&gt;you know what I'm saying?&lt;br /&gt;(love is color blind)&lt;br /&gt;so come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sarah]&lt;br /&gt;it don't matter if you're black (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;white, or yellow, if you're brown or red (it don't matter)&lt;br /&gt;let's get down to that&lt;br /&gt;love is color blind (that's right, give it to em baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when&lt;br /&gt;I was a child and couldn't understand&lt;br /&gt;people having fun&lt;br /&gt;discriminating all the different ones&lt;br /&gt;mama just used to say&lt;br /&gt;when you grow up you maybe find a way&lt;br /&gt;to make these people see&lt;br /&gt;that everything I do comes back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gotta live your life&lt;br /&gt;through all the single ones to blame&lt;br /&gt;you gotta live that life&lt;br /&gt;just play the game and let love reign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it don't matter if you're black&lt;br /&gt;white, or yellow, if you're brown or red&lt;br /&gt;let's get down to that&lt;br /&gt;love is color blind&lt;br /&gt;you're my brother, you're my friend&lt;br /&gt;all that matters in the very end (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;it's to understand (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;{come on TQ}&lt;br /&gt;love is color blind (that's right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TQ]&lt;br /&gt;I remember as a young boy&lt;br /&gt;I watch my neighborhood go up in flames&lt;br /&gt;I saw the whole thing of tears and pain&lt;br /&gt;and the situation's wack in my brain&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could fly away and never come back again&lt;br /&gt;we need some love ya'll&lt;br /&gt;we need some real dip, help from above ya'll&lt;br /&gt;I mean the kids is watching&lt;br /&gt;and I just can't see ya stop&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;I mean we all bleed the same blood, man&lt;br /&gt;(you gotta live your life)&lt;br /&gt;better than a father's dead&lt;br /&gt;let's make some love baby&lt;br /&gt;have some kids&lt;br /&gt;(you gotta live that life)&lt;br /&gt;and I don't care what color they are&lt;br /&gt;or you are or we are, it's all love baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sarah + TQ adlibs]&lt;br /&gt;it don't matter if you're black&lt;br /&gt;white, or yellow, if you're brown or red&lt;br /&gt;let's get down to that&lt;br /&gt;love is color blind&lt;br /&gt;you're my brother, you're my friend&lt;br /&gt;all that matters in the very end&lt;br /&gt;it's to understand&lt;br /&gt;love is color blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could have been my mother&lt;br /&gt;you could have been my brother&lt;br /&gt;what if you are my sister&lt;br /&gt;if you are my father&lt;br /&gt;you could have been my feller&lt;br /&gt;you could have been my teacher&lt;br /&gt;but if you are my friend&lt;br /&gt;it would be so nice to meet ya&lt;br /&gt;you could have been my mother&lt;br /&gt;you could have been my brother&lt;br /&gt;what if you are my sister&lt;br /&gt;if you are my father&lt;br /&gt;I could have been your feller&lt;br /&gt;you could have been my teacher&lt;br /&gt;but if you are my friend&lt;br /&gt;it would be so nice to meet ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sarah]&lt;br /&gt;take it out to the world&lt;br /&gt;tell every boy and every little girl&lt;br /&gt;be proud of yourself&lt;br /&gt;cause you're as good as anybody else&lt;br /&gt;put away your prejudice&lt;br /&gt;open your mind don't need to stick to this&lt;br /&gt;try to make this of&lt;br /&gt;a better place without a racial curse(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TQ]&lt;br /&gt;yeah time for some changes ya'll&lt;br /&gt;(na na na na...)&lt;br /&gt;so come on!&lt;br /&gt;put your hands up!&lt;br /&gt;come on!&lt;br /&gt;put your hands up!&lt;br /&gt;come on!&lt;br /&gt;put your hands up!&lt;br /&gt;it don't matter ya'll&lt;br /&gt;we stayin color blind&lt;br /&gt;it don't matter ya'll&lt;br /&gt;we stayin color blind&lt;br /&gt;it don't matter ya'll&lt;br /&gt;we stayin color blind&lt;br /&gt;yeah, give it to em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sarah + TQ adlibs]&lt;br /&gt;it don't matter if you're black&lt;br /&gt;white, or yellow, if you're brown or red&lt;br /&gt;let's get down to that&lt;br /&gt;love is color blind&lt;br /&gt;you're my brother, you're my friend&lt;br /&gt;all that matters in the very end&lt;br /&gt;it's to understand&lt;br /&gt;love is color blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could have been my mother&lt;br /&gt;you could have been my brother&lt;br /&gt;what if you are my sister&lt;br /&gt;if you are my father&lt;br /&gt;you could have been my feller&lt;br /&gt;you could have been my teacher&lt;br /&gt;but if you are my friend&lt;br /&gt;it would be so nice to meet ya&lt;br /&gt;you could have been my mother&lt;br /&gt;you're my brother, you're my friend&lt;br /&gt;all that matters in the very end&lt;br /&gt;it's to understand&lt;br /&gt;love is color blind&lt;br /&gt;color blind, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of saying love is blind, why not we insert one more word in that saying? Make it "love is colour blind". Love knows no boundaries. In this world of vast difference and diversity, it's perhaps a wise option to open up our heart and rid ourselves of stereotype, pride and prejudice. It is only by this way that we could possibly make this world a better place to live in. The species of good, generous and kind souls (me included in it....hahaha) is considered endangered species. But we could do something to preserve and increase its population. Let love triumph over pride and prejudice. Let love conquer and spread to everyone's heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-2830815480792420113?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/2830815480792420113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=2830815480792420113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/2830815480792420113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/2830815480792420113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-is-colour-blind.html' title='Love is colour blind'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-5234315609744123392</id><published>2008-07-18T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:58:12.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Genting Trip</title><content type='html'>Recently (29th June), I went to Genting Highlands with my friends and many other schoolmates whom I do not know. Actually, this trip was organised by our MUET (which stands for Malaysian University English Test) teacher, Mr Tiong. So, it was open to all students. But that doesn't reduce our fun at all during the trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it was the thick mist that made the trip less fun. The mist had been so thick that one couldn't even see things 5 meters away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the trip, I had captured many photos of myself. I even took the trouble (in fact, I troubled him...oops) to ask a favour from my Kelvin to help me take my personal photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SIGU_4IdCQI/AAAAAAAAALw/guhjHiEqRAQ/s1600-h/P6290290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SIGU_4IdCQI/AAAAAAAAALw/guhjHiEqRAQ/s400/P6290290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224620867846998274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't say my hair is short..... I just had it cut the day before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SIGV9qqqV0I/AAAAAAAAAL4/veeCR7aQ3mI/s1600-h/P6290318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SIGV9qqqV0I/AAAAAAAAAL4/veeCR7aQ3mI/s400/P6290318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224621929384269634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me..... (cool?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SIGV93XyY0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/ujvzIUOfnqE/s1600-h/P6290319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SIGV93XyY0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/ujvzIUOfnqE/s400/P6290319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224621932794766146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me again......(no matter how or what you think, I think I look cool in this photo...haha) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops.... I just found out that I have become so obsessed with myself. Is it that I have the condition "narcissism". I just came across this word in the net. In fact, I like taking photos of my own self. But it's just that I have neither camera nor camera phones. No jokes. (Don't say I am 'zi lian kuang') This is my way of boosting self-esteem. *hahahaha....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SIGfwXngKqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Syasmb3p2AU/s1600-h/P6300199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SIGfwXngKqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Syasmb3p2AU/s400/P6300199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224632696048724642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five gentlemen showing their backs without an apparent reason. But we had fun!! That's perhaps the best reason on earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SIGfxLpUJeI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zjIXaNy6NfE/s1600-h/P6290213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SIGfxLpUJeI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zjIXaNy6NfE/s400/P6290213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224632710014969314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, half ding hang and one third siang xian. hahaha.......... (maybe they don't like being captured. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SIGfxdqXXxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/zZOzZoC-QoY/s1600-h/P6290285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SIGfxdqXXxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/zZOzZoC-QoY/s400/P6290285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224632714851213074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left:Issac, Ding Hang, Jun Pak and me, Weng Hoong la!! First time do I mention my real name in my blog. haha..... Apparently, Jun Pak was very shy to be captured. That's why he closed his eyes!! haha..... Then, what do you think of Issac? handsome? cool? hmm... one word that matches him perfectly: skinny. (Just like our Mr. Kah Ooi)&lt;br /&gt;Then you see Ding Hang. He acted as if there's a very pretty girl in front and he was going after her, asking her to wait for a few more seconds. haha.... Me? What to describe? handsome, young and cheerful?? haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SIGk2u22xpI/AAAAAAAAAMg/p_WNXwp-E1c/s1600-h/P6290287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SIGk2u22xpI/AAAAAAAAAMg/p_WNXwp-E1c/s400/P6290287.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224638302924490386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's us again!! Good fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SIGk21zyKLI/AAAAAAAAAMo/LAGGi-m5QiM/s1600-h/P6300326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SIGk21zyKLI/AAAAAAAAAMo/LAGGi-m5QiM/s400/P6300326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224638304790653106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just out from the snow world. It's so fun and cold inside. If you go inside without wearing sweater or jackets or any winter clothes for that matter, you will be frozen to numbness. But it so happened that there's this guy from our school who came in with a simple t-shirt and short pants. What?! But the truth is, he came in for a short while only. I supposed he's half-frozen when he got out. What he wanted to do was to draw people's attraction. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for my Genting trip. In short, it's fun and nice. haha.... Thanks every one for making it great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-5234315609744123392?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/5234315609744123392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=5234315609744123392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/5234315609744123392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/5234315609744123392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/07/genting-trip.html' title='Genting Trip'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SIGU_4IdCQI/AAAAAAAAALw/guhjHiEqRAQ/s72-c/P6290290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-452547719063668032</id><published>2008-06-27T17:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:16:13.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Men's best friend</title><content type='html'>If you are a Hong Kong TVB drama fan, I am pretty sure you have heard of this drama entitled "Men's best friends". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drama revolves around two dog owners both having a pet dog. After all the stumbling blocks in their way, love sparkles and blossoms between them. And the title of this drama actually means DOGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs are men's best friends? I would say dogs are mens' best companions. Dogs never betray us, never cheat us, but they always stay beside us listening to our grumbles and voices. Mad dogs that bite the one who feed them are exceptional in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are down and there's no one to lend us a pair of listening ears, we sometimes end up talking to our pet (dogs or cats). As an owner to two dogs, I do this, at times. Our pet occasionally seems to know that we are sad, and more often than not, they come near us, make a cheerful expression and make us smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not understand this, but it's true at certain time. See these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SGSz5IEtqgI/AAAAAAAAALA/kbPippeUOEE/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SGSz5IEtqgI/AAAAAAAAALA/kbPippeUOEE/s400/cat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216492062403045890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SGS0IeI33EI/AAAAAAAAALI/qVZqF2oQJ6Y/s1600-h/cat+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SGS0IeI33EI/AAAAAAAAALI/qVZqF2oQJ6Y/s400/cat+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216492326024109122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SGS0gQUjY4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/Aa5cWIOjTfQ/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SGS0gQUjY4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/Aa5cWIOjTfQ/s400/dog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216492734631863170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not mean that we can't find a true friend that stays loyal and honest to us. But then, we are human, the species with the highest intelligence quotient. And this is in fact what makes us more self-centered than any, if not many other species. No matter how loyal our friends are to us, they can't be as loyal as a pet dog. Dogs, though not all, are willing to sacrifice their lives to save us from danger, such as during encounter with thieves or mad people. But how many friends on earth are willing to do so without asking for favour in return? Face the fact! The chance of finding one is virtually ZERO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, the one willing to take the stab for us when someone assaults us, is our spouse and family members. I think I shall treasure my family more than ever,and I am really sorry for quarelling with my parents on the other day then. I was in bad mood and under pressure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might agree that men's best friend/companion is dogs or cats after you see these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SGS9fdLS3mI/AAAAAAAAALg/Fqf_ku-UHVA/s1600-h/dog+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SGS9fdLS3mI/AAAAAAAAALg/Fqf_ku-UHVA/s400/dog+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216502616507473506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SGS9XP_5jKI/AAAAAAAAALY/0eWlkrQYWpM/s1600-h/dog+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SGS9XP_5jKI/AAAAAAAAALY/0eWlkrQYWpM/s400/dog+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216502475531062434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: The pictures are extracted from an incoming email message forwarded to me. That explains why they seem familiar to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; SMILE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SGS-0FS8cHI/AAAAAAAAALo/UBNf79dByQQ/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SGS-0FS8cHI/AAAAAAAAALo/UBNf79dByQQ/s400/cat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216504070385987698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-452547719063668032?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/452547719063668032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=452547719063668032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/452547719063668032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/452547719063668032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/06/mens-best-friend.html' title='Men&apos;s best friend'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SGSz5IEtqgI/AAAAAAAAALA/kbPippeUOEE/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-2814137209205697587</id><published>2008-06-25T18:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:55:10.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Simply scribbling my feelings.....</title><content type='html'>We have it scientifically proven that opposite sex attractions become more prominent as we reach puberty. This is absolutely true, perhaps there is exception for those with low sex hormones concentration. lolz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a situation I have known ages ago. Many friends of mine have gone to college and got into a special relationship with the opposite gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I am still single, but perhaps not available so soon. I am occupied by loads of homework and the pursuit of my ambition to become a medical doctor, to get my master and even professor. My ambition is not only about treating patients in the clinic or hospital, rather, I have always wanted to join voluntary organisations to help the needy patients in countries like Africa. I always feel that material gains is not the main focus in my life. Wealth can never satisfy the needs of our souls. The spiritual satisfactions are sometimes more important than material gains. As long as we live comfortably and obtain good education, I don't mind not driving a Ferrari, not living in a bungalow, and not having abalone as weekly or even daily meals. That's my perception at the age of 18. And I certainly hope I can cling to this belief until my last breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of travelling round the world to help the needy souls, I actually want to do research work in the field of biology and medicine. Better still, I want to invent something that brings about a huge breakthrough to the medical world and win the Nobel prize. This is a dream that is not easy to come true. I sometimes doubt whether this dream is within my capabilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this actually brings me to another tough question: Are there any girls on earth who can accept such a man? A man who puts so high priority on work and career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have never seen a Malaysian win the Nobel prize (maybe there is/are such case(s), I have no idea at all). I really hope that I can make the lead and create history. But at the same time, I do not wish to sacrifice my love life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, we had a friend doing her presentation on whether secondary school students should fall in love and start a relationship. I think I am too occupied with my work and dreams to begin a relationship with a girl. I think I'll have to bear with this until I get into university, at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, or career? Hopefully, I can meet up my Miss Right who is willing to share my dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-2814137209205697587?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/2814137209205697587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=2814137209205697587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/2814137209205697587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/2814137209205697587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/06/simply-scribbling-my-feelings.html' title='Simply scribbling my feelings.....'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-210944024509252575</id><published>2008-06-13T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T22:06:13.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kem Motivasi . Teacher's Day</title><content type='html'>There had been quite some happenings since I last blogged. Memorable ones that have left footprints in my deep heart core. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last school holidays, to be precise, on the 6, 7 and 8th June, I took part in the kem motivasi organised by Chinese Society in collaboration with a non-profit (that's what they claimed) organisation. haha.... dunno how true it is, but frankly speaking, I really believe them lor. This is not being childish, rather, it's having strong faith that there still exist people who are willing to do something without profit in return. This world is already very materialistic and realistic. We need more of this kind of people. And guess what, I am proud to say that I am one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what, a few classmates (Johnathan, Lai Fa, Soon Yee) and I together participated in the camp for free of charge. F.O.C! You must be curious by now. But I am going to keep your curiosity aroused for a moment. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp lasted for 3 days 2 nights. And we had so much fun in these 3 days. I was in the Confidence group (just a name, it doesn't indicate that the members are better in confidence, instead, we were somehow in contrast to what was depicted by our group name-OMG!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day, the very first thing to do was to create a slogan for our group. After that came the opening ceremony which was no big different than many other camps. Perhaps, the biggest pride this kem motivasi had for its opening ceremony was being able to invite our school PIBG and Principal to speak and launch the ceremony. To our surprise, yet delight, the ceremony took less than an hour, which means that our Mr. Principal spoke not as much as we expected. What a good and relieved thing to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had our fun time lor. There were quite a number of games and activities going on for the 3 days. I am here just to name a few, that I especially love. (Yes, I use present tense to show that I still love these events). LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them is the station game, which seems to be a must in every camp. But something extraordinary about this activity was that there revealed a moral value at the end of each game. For instance, the value of staying united. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special event to remember was the talk on targets and goals by a counselor. He is currently holding the position of counseling teacher in a school. His Chinese name is ma3 jing3 hua2. When I listened to his talk, it's like..... "WOW!" There was a vast difference between his talk and the talks I have attended before. I used to be on the verge of dozing off in such talk. But he was great with his sense of humour, with which he kept us attentive. One thing different about him was that he used humour and jokes to deliver his presentation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said most students get very &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"gan3 dong4"&lt;/span&gt; during a talk, very &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"ji4 dong4"&lt;/span&gt; after the talk, but shows no &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"xing2 dong4"&lt;/span&gt; back at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something he taught us during the talk. It's TARGET.&lt;br /&gt;T-taste&lt;br /&gt;A-ability&lt;br /&gt;R-relationship&lt;br /&gt;G-goodness&lt;br /&gt;E-emotion control&lt;br /&gt;T-take action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first night, we had our happiest and most exciting moments. We usually use the word "high" to describe that. Yes, we got high. It's party time! No joke, it's true. There were singing and dancing sessions. The camp facilitators sang at the stage and we sang together as audience. It was like going for a concert. The mood, the feel was very true, but the singers were a bit......... lol (complete the sentence yourself lar!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the dancing part, we of course danced with songs accompaniment. The songs included "The Ketchup Song" and the "xi3 shua4 shua4 xi3 shua4 shua4" Chinese song. And I was so honoured to have the opportunity to dance on the stage. Just one word to describe my feeling at that moment------------INDESCRIBABLE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day was mentally and physically taxing. We were really worn out at the end of the day. I was supposed to sleep very easily. But I just had difficulties sleeping as I felt cold under the fan operating at the maximum speed. Mind you, I used to sleep in my bedroom without the air-conditioner and even the fan on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of day 1. Wow, I have written (or was it crap?) so much just to describe the first day! Do bear with me for another couple of minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event on day 2 I wish to highlight is the performance time. We had to draw a situation to be acted out. My group's situation was situation on M.U. versus Chelsea in the football final. That was quite tough, indeed. We exchanged ideas on the story line and I also took the initiate to encourage and unite my group members. It's true. I am not bluffing. And luckily, overall, our group performance was not as bad as I think it would be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, we had an activity that turned into something sort of a forum, a debate activity. It's about love and sex. The camp facilitators acted out a couple of scenes. And at the end of each scene, we were asked to choose a stand if we were in the performers' position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the questions directed to us:&lt;br /&gt;1) If you see your friend with his/her girl/boyfriend holding hands and dating, will you have the urge to find a partner?&lt;br /&gt;2) If the person you crushed on sms his/her confession of love to you, will you accept his/her as your boy/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;3) Here comes the sex part....... If you and your "intimate" friend are in a romantic, lovely and seducing dating environment, will you succumb to sexual relationship before marriage? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there goes questions 4, 5, 6......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are my answers to the above three questions. I think it's nothing wrong to share them with you guys. I chose YES only to question 2. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we also had another talk by another teacher. An essence of her speech was this sentence: Men are visual animals. Analyse this by yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to day 3. After all the happy moments, it's time to say goodbye to our camp facilitators. It's so sad to leave a group of new-found friends. Yes, we regard them as friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt a lot throughout the camp. I have learnt to love my family as much as I can. I have learnt to work hard and sail towards my destination. We watched a slide presentation. It was about parental love, about how our parents forgive our misdoings and how we cannot forgive their misdoings in return when they grow old. I did feel a bit ashamed after watching that. And I will always remember the moral behind it and love my parents more than ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the camp, we shook hands with the camp facilitators before hading home. But we the students committee, still had loads of work to do. In fact, we had already helped a lot during the camp. Some of us were in charge of supervising the students during shower time, others helped with the food preparation for each and every meal the students enjoyed. In a nutshell, we helped to do some petty matters like carrying tables and chairs. We were considered "da jap" XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is why we went for the camp for F.O.C. haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th June 2008&lt;br /&gt;Today is Teacher's Day celebration at our school level. Like every year, we watched the performances by the students. I think more often than not, it's we, the students who get entertained by these performances more than the teachers. Students' performances usually cater for students' interests. That makes sense, does it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class celebrated this day with our subject teachers. We bought a cake and took it to the staffroom and presented it to our teachers. After taking photos and giving out the cake to them, we went on to give the remaining portion to the other teachers, which were those who taught us before in Form 4 and 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-210944024509252575?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/210944024509252575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=210944024509252575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/210944024509252575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/210944024509252575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/06/kem-motivasi-teachers-day.html' title='Kem Motivasi . Teacher&apos;s Day'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-4132409486845615961</id><published>2008-05-30T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T23:08:56.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sichuan Earthquake</title><content type='html'>To the shock of the world, an earthquake measured 7.9 hit Sichuan province on 12th May 2008. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself have received quite a number of emails on the earthquake. Below shows one of them about the great love of a mother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" When rescuers found her, she was already dead, crushed by the collapsed house.  Through gaps in the rubbles, they could see her posture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kneeling on both knees, her entire upper body bent forward, held up by her two hands pressed against the ground, as if performing the ceremonial bow in an ancient ritual.  Except, her body had been compressed out of shape and looked somewhat eerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rescuer extended his hand through a gap and confirmed her death.  He called out to her, and tapped on the bricks with his shaft, but received no response.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the team walked toward next building, the squad leader suddenly turned back, yelling as he ran, 'Come quick!'  He came to her remain, labored to maneuver his hand under her body, searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called out following some rummaging, 'There's someone, a child, still alive.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some effort, rescuers carefully removed the debris burying her, found her child lying beneath her, bundled in a little red blanket decorated with yellow flower prints.  He was about 3-4 months old. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shielded by his mother's body , he was totally unharmed, sleeping peacefully as he was brought out.  His soundly asleep face warmed the hearts of all rescuers on the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the rescue team's doctor unbundled the blanket to examine the baby, he discovered a mobile phone tucked into the blanket. He subconsciously looked at the display, found there was a SMS message.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dear Baby, If you were to stay alive, you must remember that I love you.'  No stranger to the pain and sorrow brought by death, the doctor nonetheless wept at this moment.  The cell phone was passed around, every person who read the message wept. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is reaching out to the earthquake survivors. In Malaysia for example, there has been a lot of fund raising activities going on. From this disaster, we see the warmth and sympathy in the people. There is this chinese slogan in Malaysia: "di(4) zhen(4) wu(2) qing(2), da(4) ma(3) you(3) ai(4). Translated into English, it means "Earthquake shows no mercy, but Malaysia contains love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to dedicate what follows to the earthquake survivors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, earthquake had taken your loved ones. Seemingly, it devastated your life. But then, look at those who sacrificed their lives to save yours. The mother in the email above had sacrificed herself to shield her baby. And many teachers also did the same to their students. Their sacrifices were indeed great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the survivors should all the more walk out of the darkness in lives. See hope in your future. The tragedy has already occurred. There's no use looking back and being haunted by the traumatic experience. Those killed by the earthquakes do not wish to see you spiritless. So, get up and go on with life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damage done to your heart and soul may not be understood by us, the third parties. But we do feel sad. We cried too. And please, bear in mind that we are here to support you not only financially, but also morally. We pray for you. We pray that you are blessed with the strength, courage and resilience to recover from the experience. Yes, this will be over soon. You will rebuild your life. You will see a bright future awaiting you ahead. This is going to come true as long as you do not give up. I have mentioned this in my previous posts: There is always rainbows after rains, and spring after every winter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the world is praying for you. You have survived through the toughest time during the earthquake. Whatever hardships that come in your way is not going to deter you. It takes some time to mend a broken heart. All the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-4132409486845615961?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/4132409486845615961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=4132409486845615961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/4132409486845615961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/4132409486845615961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-shock-of-world-earthquake-measured-7.html' title='Sichuan Earthquake'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-3662677732850646263</id><published>2008-05-18T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:11:09.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy life!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been on a roller-coaster? If you answered yes, how did you feel when the roller-coaster went up and down at a high speed? After all the yelling and nervousness, if there's any, did you enjoy yourself with this exciting outdoor activity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good if you give a resounding "YES" to this question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, we enjoy ourselves going up and down the roller-coaster. We shout our hearts out, raise our hands high in the air and hope to ride on it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SDAGVjsAvgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/PD1mAYRFV8w/s1600-h/roller+coaster+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SDAGVjsAvgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/PD1mAYRFV8w/s400/roller+coaster+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201664537039781378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SDAHXDsAvhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UhUrNBAx_E0/s1600-h/roller+coaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SDAHXDsAvhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UhUrNBAx_E0/s400/roller+coaster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201665662321212946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SDAHiTsAviI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Q9m6V9RSxs4/s1600-h/roller+coaster+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SDAHiTsAviI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Q9m6V9RSxs4/s400/roller+coaster+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201665855594741282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's my question, if we can enjoy going on the roller-coaster, why can't we enjoy going through the ups and downs in life? Living life is like going on a roller-coaster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is difficult. We have to confront everyday challenges and problems. No matter how tough the going gets, we have to get going. It's us-no one else-who will decide and impact on our very own lives. This may be a harsh reality, but it's absolutely true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the world becoming more and more competent, life is now getting more difficult. Some people among us, may be under so great strain and pressure that their mind pop up with suicidal thought. This is undoubtedly true - suicidal thought flashes through people's minds as a strong overwhelming negative thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, the fact is, committing suicide is not the way out. It's just a means of escaping responsibility and an indicator that the suicide victim is a coward who has no guts to face his or her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In face of adversity, why not stay cool and relaxed and enjoy the process of overcoming obstacles? It is a process of turning every adversities into opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like when we are sailing, we may be challenged by mountainous waves. Instead of grieving over and blaming the destiny, we should by all means enjoy the process of sailing through the sea of waves. And let's not forget that a calm sea always await us after we got through the strong waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SDAxwjsAvjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5Mq-7MT_1jk/s2000-h/sailing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SDAxwjsAvjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5Mq-7MT_1jk/s400/sailing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201712279896243762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SDAyezsAvkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/kn4rKyQdeoc/s1600-h/waves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SDAyezsAvkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/kn4rKyQdeoc/s400/waves.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201713074465193538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SDA3xTsAvnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VdKeyeDIuEg/s1600-h/calm+sea+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SDA3xTsAvnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VdKeyeDIuEg/s400/calm+sea+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201718889850912370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can never change the fact. But we can always change our perceptions and attitudes. If we can learn to enjoy overcoming life's stumbling blocks, we will be the eventual winner in our own life. Remember, problems will stay if left unsolved. But they will definitely pass if we work them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, enjoy life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below shows an e-card about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;EMBED src="http://img.123greetings.com/loaders/dynaloaderm_550x350.swf?ldrName=http://img.123greetings.com/eventsnew/insp_encour/8429-018_ldr.swf&amp;crdName=http://img.123greetings.com/eventsnew/insp_encour/8429-018-14-1042.swf" quality=high width="400" height="350" bgcolor="" menu=false wmode=Transparent type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.123greetings.com/encouragement_and_inspiration/encouragement/encourage14.html"&gt;Send this eCard !&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: To those on the verge of committing suicide, think rationally. We have yet to see and enjoy many beautiful things in this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SDA25jsAvmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/HDyRaHcM_eM/s1600-h/enjoy+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SDA25jsAvmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/HDyRaHcM_eM/s400/enjoy+life.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201717932073205346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-3662677732850646263?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/3662677732850646263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=3662677732850646263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/3662677732850646263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/3662677732850646263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/05/have-you-ever-been-on-roller-coaster-if.html' title='Enjoy life!'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SDAGVjsAvgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/PD1mAYRFV8w/s72-c/roller+coaster+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-4321827458217042406</id><published>2008-05-03T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:05:02.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some thoughts</title><content type='html'>To be able to grasp what I am trying to deliver in this blog post, you guys need to acquire some knowledge in biology. Precisely, knowledge about the mechanism of protein synthesis in our body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Just a warning in advance - You may be bored by the following.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going from protein to amino acids in descending order. Protein is made up of one or more polypeptides. A polypeptide is in turn made up by many amino acids linked together by peptide bonds. And the information used to synthesis proteins is coded in the DNA molecules. One gene will code for one polypeptide, as stated by the 'one-gene-one-polypeptide' theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different combinations of amino acids result in different polypeptides. Thus, the position of each amino acids in the polypeptide chain is of utmost importance to ensure that a protein molecule can carry out its function. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we proceed to the DNA part. The codes for the polypeptide are organised in triplet code form in the DNA. Each triplet code will be copied into a messenger (with the role of a postman), mRNA to be translated into amino acids. Once the wrong amino acid is placed on the polypeptide chain, the protein is not functional. In other words, if the codes are copied wrongly into the mRNA, the resulting protein would not be functional because it is the codes in the mRNA that code for the amino acids.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you know the triplet codes (called codons) in the mRNA code for one amino acid. For instance, the code AUG codes for amino acid methionine. AGU codes for serine. In total, we have 20 amino acids. And we also have four bases that form all those codes. Using permutation, there are (4*4*4=64) probabilities of triplet codes that can be formed. 64 triplet codes code for 20 amino acids. How come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the moral of the story, God has deliberately allowed several triplet codes to code for the same amino acid. The same amino acid can be coded in a few different codes. This reduces the incidence of mistakes that the enzyme makes during the copying process from DNA to mRNA. For your information, it's enzymes that catalyse the copying process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what my teacher said - even enzyme would make mistakes in spite of their high specificity. Would we never ever make mistakes in lives? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are human. We are not God. God does not make mistakes. But we absolutely make mistakes at times, even enzymes are not exceptional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mistake might cost us deep sorrow. Our mistake might cost us great change in our life. Our mistake might cost us tremendous problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are definitely unable to turn back time to undo the mistakes we did. More often than not, when we have committed a mistake, we would say, "How I wish I have the ability to undo mistakes." We would regret the mistakes we did. We would keep throwing in hundreds and hundreds of words of apology to the person concerned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the harsh reality is, we can't undo the thing we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of regretting and crying over our mistakes, why not we take a deep breath, reorganise our tangled thought and untie the knot in our heart to accept the reality and admit our mistakes? I have read a book. The author teaches the us to shoulder 100% responsibility for our lives and our mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter to have done a mistake. But it does matter not to admit our mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learn from mistakes. This is parts of the growing process. Do not cry over spilt milks. Learn your lessons then and do something to mend the broken heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Keep going!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: What matters is not being perfect and never committing mistakes. We can never reach perfectionism. Learn form mistakes. That's what counts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-4321827458217042406?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/4321827458217042406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=4321827458217042406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/4321827458217042406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/4321827458217042406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-some-thoughts.html' title='Just some thoughts'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-4971104339304718086</id><published>2008-05-02T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T22:34:59.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I might just save lives</title><content type='html'>This is gonna be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about this blog post title?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are rest assured, I did not do CPR (cardiopulmonary resuscitation) on a girl. Even if I want to, I am just not in a position to do it. I am not a qualified first-aider. But if I have an opportunity to learn first-aid, I'll go for it. And I do feel a bit sorry for not joining St. John Ambulance during my secondary school years. And I would regret  that in future when I see a girl passing out in front of me and I am not able to give her the immediate CPR she would want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have just missed the great opportunity to meet my Miss Right. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she would have just missed the opportunity to meet her Mr Right - that's me! :XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a GREAT LOSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I do not know how to carry out CPR. But then, I might still save lives. Guess what, I have just donated 450ml of my blood to Pusat Darah Negara in April. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood donation campaign was carried out in the school hall. The venue was great, but not the response this campaign received. But then, we have a rightful justification for the so-so response. Most of the students are not eligible to donate their blood. If I am not mistaken, only those aged 17 and above can donate their blood. I am sure that most of the sixth-formers, if not all of them do fulfill the age requirement. But then, the number of sixth-formers is not quite encouraging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Leo Club had done their part to blossom success in the campaign. Announcement had been made, representatives had been sent to the classes to seek potential blood donors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it's the Leos' who kept me company when I was lying on the bed, donating blood. A Leo member talked to me to distract my attention from the tube to be inserted into my vein. As luck would have it, it's a guy. In spite of the gender not of my preference, I do want to thank him for his great services. He fanned me throughout the entire process. Should some of you not know the process, the blood donors have to hold something, preferably of cylindrical shape in their hands. And they are asked to voluntarily contract and relax their biceps muscle while holding the cylinders in hand. This, I suppose is to increase the blood flow to the muscle and thus the blood vein so that more blood can into the blood pack at a higher rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the Leo member, there was this auntie that lied on a bed next to mine. She talked to me and assure me that donating blood is a very meaningful and beneficial activity to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, I was initially quite nervous about the pain I would get. But then, probably the will and the strong desire to help people won over the fear in me. It has always been my dream to reach out to the sick. If then I am not even able to endure the small pain - in fact it's no pain at all - to help the sick, what position am I in to consider being a doctor saving lives? I am far away from being a doctor, but at least I could do my bit to help save lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the nearly negligible pain I got is absolutely incomparable to the pain an accident victim would experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to compare the pains and sufferings of a leukemic patient with the mere tingling pain I got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you insist on a comparison between the two different pains, I would draw an analogy between a mere human being with the expanding, mysterious cosmic universe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know very well that me alone can do very little contributions to save lives. But at least I have conquered my fear and taken the initiate to help save lives. And I really feel the satisfaction of giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, as you are reading through the lines, my blood is being transfused into a girl's bloodstream. She might just have escaped the fate of death in the nick of time. If this does transpire, I would be looking forward to meeting her in future. But only God knows whether or not we'll see each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, who knows, she might just be my Miss Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Donating blood not only benefits other people, but also the blood donors themselves. Blood donors are given priority for blood transfusion in case any serious blood loss happens to them. Do consider donating your blood when you have such opportunity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-4971104339304718086?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/4971104339304718086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=4971104339304718086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/4971104339304718086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/4971104339304718086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-might-just-save-lives.html' title='I might just save lives'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-5450053861136415966</id><published>2008-04-25T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T23:00:37.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work and play</title><content type='html'>Form 6 has long started since April Fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From all accounts, studying Form 6 is a tough challenge. An ex-sixth former told us that he was virtually living in hell throughout the entire sixth form life. That was really discouraging. I believe that what he said would come to many of the lower-sixers as words of fright. But then, for me, I believe in myself. I have faith and confidence in myself. But I just lose my confidence in the Government. As compared to STPM, Matriculation is way much easier. But it is Matriculation students who can enroll into public universities more easily. What kind of injustice is this? Students devoting their attention, their time and effort in slogging with their homework and such wide syllabus in the end scored 4 flat, yet failed to get a place in public universities to study their desired course. It is in fact this problem that keeps bothering me. And I am not really confident that I could get a place in medicine in public university if I study Form 6. And probably that's why I appeal for reconsidering my application for admission into Matriculation. Hopefully, I can get a place in Matriculation and subsequently, a place to study medicine in public university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been back to school for nearly a month. It's the all-too-familiar faces there. Mr Ketua Guru Disiplin never, and will never stop scolding the students for bad discipline. The teachers would never stop asking for better academic performance. This is especially true for our Mr Principal. It is admitted that our school is a magnet school. But, the question is, is it really so? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we sack bad students out of the school for the sake of school reputation, we are just creating a potential criminal in the future society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we by all means force the students to comply with the rules and regulations on no condition, we are just creating more dissatisfied voices and reluctance to go by the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we insists on developing academically excellent students, we are just keeping the other talents of the students hidden and undiscovered. We are actually going against what is proposed in the "Falsafah Pendidikan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True discipline has got to come from the students themselves. We educate students and solve the problems in the society at large, not add more problems to the society. We instill good discipline in students, not force discipline in them. We unearth talents, not hide them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True discipline can stand the test of time and would not be gone once students are out into the society. What we need is not the rigid rules and regulations. What we need is the self-discipline and self-initiative that comes from the heart and soul of the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I seriously question this: is our school really good or is it merely perceived to be good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave that for you to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to topic, I found Form 6 syllabus really wide. And I really doubt the teachers could have ample time to cover all the topics and do revision with us before STPM, in spite of the fact that I am only taking four subjects in the exam. In fact, more precisely, I take five subjects, including MUET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 16th until 18th April, we had our sixth form orientation. It was quite fun, I have to admit. Despite the games being not up to our level o maturity, I still have my say that I enjoyed the activities arranged to us. In fact, a person can't be serious all the time. In life, we do need the time and space to relax ourselves and break free from the strain and tension that accumulates as a result of our very serious treatment of our work. There is a saying that goes like this, "All work no play makes Jack a dull boy." Be childish sometimes. Try doing the little things to release the stress you face. Every little things may make our life more blissful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike a balance between work and play. Allocate time for the two factors: work and play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-5450053861136415966?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/5450053861136415966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=5450053861136415966' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/5450053861136415966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/5450053861136415966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/04/work-and-play.html' title='Work and play'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-1853006516066483066</id><published>2008-04-17T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:27:51.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something keeps you going</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com" style="display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; background: url('http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png') no-repeat; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: #009933; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;43 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com"&gt;Speedtest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my record broken again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it's not very interesting and meaningful to break such kind of records. But then, there's something that keeps me going. And that's this perseverance. Without it, you might have a blazing inferno at the beginning stage, but then the flame would grow smaller, smaller and smaller. And eventually, it goes off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things would be different if you have perseverance. I would draw an analogy between perseverance and feeding your car with petrol. You can impossibly keep your electric car (solar cars are out of topic) going if you do not add petrol into your car's petrol bank from time to time and consistently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, show perseverance in whatever we do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victory belongs to the most persevering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-1853006516066483066?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/1853006516066483066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=1853006516066483066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/1853006516066483066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/1853006516066483066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/04/something-keeps-you-going.html' title='Something keeps you going'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-3100200313186828099</id><published>2008-04-05T12:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:06:12.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Inspiration from Selayang Hospital.</title><content type='html'>During the period between 24th to 28th March, I have paid my first visit to a hospital, Selayang Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you not know why I was there for five days, here's the reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have applied JPA scholarship for studying medicine. All applicants who have applied for medicine course and meet the minimum requirements would have to attend an exposure program, that's this "Program Pendedahan Kerjaya Seorang Doktor". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I do fulfill their requirements, there I was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're about 60 students also attending this program in Selayang Hospital. And we were divided into group A, B, C and D. Different groups would be visiting different departments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there with two friends. And it turned out that we were all in different groups. I was in group B, Soon Yee and Jian Yeow in group A and C respectively. I did not grumble or dislike that arrangement, since fate brought us apart (did I sound overly serious? haha). In fact, I do believe in destiny and fate. In some cases, the result is all up to our destiny. But in another, it's us who should work out for our desired result. And we are not supposed to put the blame on "luck", "destiny" or "fate" if things turn out not as desired. That's just a lame way of escaping the responsibilities to be shouldered. That's my principle and I really hope I would never have it compromised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to topic. My first department to visit was Orthopedics. There are more than 20 beds in the department. And the male and female patients are separated. Is this a practice in every hospitals? This practice is good in a way...haha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff nurse (That's what we call a normal nurse, because there're many different rankings among nurses. There are head nurses, staff nurses and trainee nurses. "Nurse" is just a general name) explained to us about the department and some gadgets used on patients. After that, we were left to communicate with the patients and their families, if there were any. Besides medical knowledge and experience, communicating skills is also none the less important. Doctors are simply doctors. They can't really know what happens to their patients without talking to them and digging the history of the patients in the first place. They are not God. God knows all but doctors don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more, some patients can be really emotional. You have to talk to them nicely. I had this experience there. A female patient bit a nurse there when the nurse talked to her. I was not on the spot and thus did not know what the nurse said or did to the patient. But then, we went there and tried to talk to the patient. Due to the fact that she's a Chinese and there's no Chinese nurses there, my group members asked us (the Chinese) to talk to her and find out her problems. I admitted I was being a bit busybody. I thought Chinese would be good to Chinese(ga gi lang). We asked "How are you" in Chinese but she stared at us, with blood on her hand, if not mistaken. In the end, we were proven to be useless-we could help nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this five-day visit, I had officially paid my visit to Obstetrics &amp; Gynecology, Accident &amp; Emergency, Surgical Department, Forensics, Orthopedics and Specialists' Clinics including urology and dermatology. These are my official visits because I also went the paediatrics without official permission with the other three new-found friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this visit, I have seen the sufferings and ordeal of the patients. Some fall down from motorcycles and broke their limbs, some have their leg amputated and some are terminally ill with late stage cancer, days numbered and virtually waiting for death. I could see that death is certainly not their wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right there and then, I thought, the people out there, who have ever thought of suicide upon being blown by a failure or distressed by countless bad happenings on them, never realize that the patients here are moaning and groaning with physical pain, yet praying and hoping hard to survive the ordeal and get on with life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could someone choose to end his life when someone else there is struggling to continue with his life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could we not treasure life when a tremendous number of newborns in this world die and do not have the slightest chance to see the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could we not drive cautiously when many other motorists involved in accidents broke their legs, become paralyzed and regret what they did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could we still smoke and lead unhealthy lifestyles when the people with lung cancer and heart diseases regretted their action and swore to change their lifestyles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not usually learn our lessons from other people's happenings. We tend to learn them the hard way. Do things need to be so? Ponder on that. The decision lies in your hand. After all, you are the one who decides on your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I have decided to treasure my life and never take my life for granted. I am more determined than ever to become a dedicated doctor that can reach out to the sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that being a doctor is not merely about diagnosing and treating the patients. It's about trying his/her best and going all out to save precious lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientifically speaking, the fusion of sperm and ovum gives us our lives. But it's God who enables the fertilization process to take place. Supposedly, it's God who creates us. We are all very prized gift from Him to this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we not treasure our lives?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-3100200313186828099?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/3100200313186828099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=3100200313186828099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/3100200313186828099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/3100200313186828099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/04/inspiration-from-selayang-hospital.html' title='Inspiration from Selayang Hospital.'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-5301760188129305349</id><published>2008-03-31T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T00:08:19.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com" style="display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; background: url('http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png') no-repeat; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: #009933; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;41 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com"&gt;Speed test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, finally I managed to increase my speed. In my opinion, that's quite good because this all three records were made today, in less than 10 hours. Haha........... Try to see what your highest speed is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-5301760188129305349?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/5301760188129305349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=5301760188129305349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/5301760188129305349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/5301760188129305349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/03/41-words-speed-test-yea-finally-i.html' title=''/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-507009945540874489</id><published>2008-03-31T18:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T19:34:18.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Record broken -thanks to my will</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com" style="display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; background: url('http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png') no-repeat; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: #009933; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;40 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com"&gt;Speedtest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, dude! I just broke my record. See? That's the miracle that a strong will power can do for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where there's  a will, there's a way. I always believe in this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-507009945540874489?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/507009945540874489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=507009945540874489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/507009945540874489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/507009945540874489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/03/record-broken-thanks-to-my-will.html' title='Record broken -thanks to my will'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-1433074423448249997</id><published>2008-03-31T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T17:13:58.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophy out of a speed test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com" style="display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; background: url('http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png') no-repeat; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: #009933; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;38 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com"&gt;Speedtest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my speed. I know this is not very high. I'll try to beat the record. If I were to be satisfied with this record, I would never ever make an attempt of outdoing myself. And there will never ever be a breakthrough in me. That's life. That's how scientists keep on coming up with newer and more superb theories than the previous ones. That's how great inventions after inventions are created. These are all the product of mankind's dissatisfaction on their lives, brilliant ideas that are squeezed from their brains and the tremendous amount of effort that is put in. So, being satisfied is not the key to being happy and merry. But being dissatisfied to very great an extent would also land us in hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, it all depends on us to handle our dissatisfaction. It's the effort that leads to improvement, not the grumbling and moaning. Don't moan and groan upon failure, but strive towards success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May every one of us be blessed every single moment and dreams do come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-1433074423448249997?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/1433074423448249997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=1433074423448249997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/1433074423448249997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/1433074423448249997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/03/philosophy-out-of-speed-test.html' title='Philosophy out of a speed test'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-355796373566930432</id><published>2008-03-18T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T12:46:21.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These truly depict life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99CaAJxZeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRxcv7ul538/s1600-h/self-cerrillos-road_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99CaAJxZeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRxcv7ul538/s400/self-cerrillos-road_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178931110984377826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when we are walking on the road,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99CsAJxZfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Xh67ZwsZRpA/s1600-h/lightning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99CsAJxZfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Xh67ZwsZRpA/s400/lightning.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178931420222023154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99C-QJxZgI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kFtAls-9piU/s1600-h/lightning+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99C-QJxZgI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kFtAls-9piU/s400/lightning+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178931733754635778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99DkwJxZhI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BvKiERhmZRs/s1600-h/lightning+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99DkwJxZhI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BvKiERhmZRs/s400/lightning+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178932395179599378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lightning will strike,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99F0wJxZnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/X4uqmF6xgDA/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99F0wJxZnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/X4uqmF6xgDA/s400/rain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178934869080761970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99GDQJxZoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ODQcbrmpGao/s1600-h/rain+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99GDQJxZoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ODQcbrmpGao/s400/rain+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178935118188865154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain will pour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99ECwJxZiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MqefammGg5c/s1600-h/storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99ECwJxZiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MqefammGg5c/s400/storm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178932910575674914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99ENwJxZjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3RSRNj2sHHA/s1600-h/storm+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99ENwJxZjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3RSRNj2sHHA/s400/storm+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178933099554235954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;storm will come,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99EbgJxZkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/JxGoyN75jCw/s1600-h/tornado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99EbgJxZkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/JxGoyN75jCw/s400/tornado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178933335777437250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tornado may just happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99E1wJxZlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RRx6SgiJYkA/s1600-h/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99E1wJxZlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RRx6SgiJYkA/s400/rainbow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178933786749003346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99FBgJxZmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/R9Ib21f8DcE/s1600-h/rainbow+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99FBgJxZmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/R9Ib21f8DcE/s400/rainbow+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178933988612466274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if we persevere through the lightning, rain, storm and tornado, eventually we will be seeing the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, every winter is followed by spring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99HdAJxZpI/AAAAAAAAAII/XKYq4OvGpOY/s1600-h/winter.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99HdAJxZpI/AAAAAAAAAII/XKYq4OvGpOY/s400/winter.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178936660082124434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99HqgJxZqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1pJu019SMzs/s1600-h/spring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99HqgJxZqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1pJu019SMzs/s400/spring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178936892010358434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-355796373566930432?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/355796373566930432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=355796373566930432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/355796373566930432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/355796373566930432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/03/these-truly-depict-life.html' title='These truly depict life'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R99CaAJxZeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRxcv7ul538/s72-c/self-cerrillos-road_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-9211394526412585923</id><published>2008-03-14T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T23:03:54.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's actually the road to somewhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R9qJ_wJxZZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/D0onr8-9DmA/s1600-h/road+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R9qJ_wJxZZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/D0onr8-9DmA/s400/road+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177602449966458258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R9qJ1QJxZYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KkZWYTPV2f0/s1600-h/road+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R9qJ1QJxZYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KkZWYTPV2f0/s400/road+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177602269577831810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R9qI9wJxZXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kZGvXDZqnNA/s1600-h/road+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R9qI9wJxZXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kZGvXDZqnNA/s400/road+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177601316095092082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM results are finally out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us think,"we have stepped onto a seemingly endless road."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a road to nowhere, we think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, we have steered our ship into the correct path. We are heading towards the right way. And this ship will reach its dream port one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter whether you are racing, running, jogging, walking, pacing or crawling. What matters most is that you need to keep moving forward. It's the perseverance that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a crucial time now. Do not stop in the middle of the journey. But do enjoy a pause in your journey, as the moment of pause is a time to multiply the elastic potential energy in you, converting it altogether to kinetic energy once you resume from the pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit back, relax, take a deep breath and breathe it out slowly. Clear your tangled, bewildered and messy thought and ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is some blessings out of every adversity and obstacle that lies ahead the road. Bridge the blocking rocks on the road, get up upon every tripping and go on. Overcome the obstacles in your life, get up upon every fall and carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blessing is just in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end is just not far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it's road to somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always light at the very end of a tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R9qS1gJxZaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dMhjC7IhwZ0/s1600-h/light+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R9qS1gJxZaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dMhjC7IhwZ0/s400/light+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177612169477449122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R9qTJAJxZbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/F85YraHdFG4/s1600-h/light+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R9qTJAJxZbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/F85YraHdFG4/s400/light+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177612504484898226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: NEVER GIVE UP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-9211394526412585923?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/9211394526412585923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=9211394526412585923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/9211394526412585923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/9211394526412585923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-actually-road-to-somewhere.html' title='It&apos;s actually the road to somewhere'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R9qJ_wJxZZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/D0onr8-9DmA/s72-c/road+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-3700591983615940723</id><published>2008-03-11T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:16:06.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I resign, but not quit nor give up</title><content type='html'>The title tells it all&gt;&gt;&gt; I have resigned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, 10th mar, is the last day of my work in Esprit. The reason I resign is because I need time to resume my driving lessons, search some info online and also, do some studying before going for my further studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I did feel a bit sad and relaxed at the same time when I stepped out of Esprit shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tingle of sadness cropped up because I am leaving a group of new-found friends, in this case, i mean my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling of relief came to me due to several reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly, it has to do with the daily difficult customers that I had to handle. In fact, there was once a customer who really pushed me to the verge of tears. But I held back my overwhelmed emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's from that point that I realised some sort of fact&gt;&gt;&gt; working is difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have actually come to terms with that truth. I know very well that school life is a sheltered life, a whole different world with working fantasy. It's just that I had never faced such difficult situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, this would be a great experience for me , and my soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that our souls run a system like our body immune system. Once it got "attacked", it heals and gets immune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I again stepped into the working world, I would be less susceptible to difficulties and tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to say is, I am grateful that I realise the fact that working is difficult at an early stage. I am mentally, spiritually and physically well-prepared with the challenges I gonna take upon. And this makes working seems much easier for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take an example. Isn't it better for a patient to detect that he/she is HIV positive at an earlier stage? This prepares him/her better to fight against the virus and gives him/her higher chance to win the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's agree and accept some unchangeable realities in this world. I would say one of them is the truth that "Life is difficult".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I have resigned, but I would not say&lt;br /&gt;"I quit" or&lt;br /&gt;"I give up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just a matter of words choices. Yes, but the slight difference could have big impacts on the way you see things and the way things turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponder about that. What I wrote might be true, or not. It depends on you. Just like beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, truth sometimes has to lie on the mind of the thinker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-3700591983615940723?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/3700591983615940723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=3700591983615940723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/3700591983615940723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/3700591983615940723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-resign-but-not-quit-nor-give-up.html' title='I resign, but not quit nor give up'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-2294552441091585556</id><published>2008-03-02T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:27:59.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>They are owayz rite? Not really!</title><content type='html'>Having been as a "sales consultant" in esprit, I have met many different customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned in my blog before, the customers range from old men to pretty girls, fat women to skinny young men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;situation #1&lt;br /&gt;Can u get me a medium for this?&lt;br /&gt;Sure, just wait a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went to the store and checked for the stock..... after a long search, i found tat it's sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i went out, planning to tell him the truth.&lt;br /&gt;But then, he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I supposed that's because he didn't wanna wait. Hey! Do u think i am a computer? i sure nid time to check our stock, okey?! Even computer takes some time to load a webpage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are they always right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation #2&lt;br /&gt;Give me an XL&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;hmm..... it's not suitable for me.......(she meant not big enuf)&lt;br /&gt;err..... then mayb u can have a look at this. The cutting of this shirt is bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, another girl beside her said:&lt;br /&gt;ei, leng zai, u shud not say cutting is bigger...... u shud say cutting is more suitable.&lt;br /&gt;"omg, zadao"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz, i thought, i am just telling the truth. come on! face it. the truth is, you are FAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;situation #3&lt;br /&gt;this is a very common situation that happens during peak period, for example, when cny is coming.&lt;br /&gt;i was busy serving a few customers..... &lt;br /&gt;then some other customers still approached me and ask me things about the price. some oso asked me to take the size for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz, i was already so busy. can't you see that? can't you ask somebody else? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, you can ask me. but, the thing is, can you wait until i finished serving my customers on hand? can you not show a face of dislike if i ask you to wait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the three situations. fortunately, now that cny passed, i feel more relaxed and free. but sometimes i feel very bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also used to think that customers are always right. after all, it's customers who pay. it's customers who make your profit. it's customers who make you, or break you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, now that i experienced handling some difficult customers, i know that is not  totally true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;customers and we are no different. we are all humans. they have the money, i know. they pay my salary, i know. but then, i have gone all out to serve them, smile at them and treat them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth is, money isn't everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter wat, i 'll take tat as a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how the wind howls, the waves strike and the rain pours, i'll dare the storms, storm the challenge and challenge my limit. eventually, i'll win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will be a very very invaluable experience for me. thanx to the customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, at times in life, we should cast our thanks to those who have tortured us before, because that is what makes us a better person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-2294552441091585556?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/2294552441091585556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=2294552441091585556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/2294552441091585556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/2294552441091585556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/03/they-are-owayz-rite-not-really.html' title='They are owayz rite? Not really!'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-3654762932627088195</id><published>2008-03-01T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T02:38:27.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring 29th feb</title><content type='html'>whoa..... a special day jus passed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it jus happens once every four years.....many take it as a very special, unique day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a fren (currently in 4k smk kepong baru) whose birthday falls on 29th feb. &lt;br /&gt;to her, happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my manager jokingly told us:&lt;br /&gt;whose birthday is on 29th feb, i'll give him/her off day......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c? vid......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vid=very important day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i find 29th feb quite inspiring.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th feb seems special, but it is just another day.&lt;br /&gt;29th feb seems unique, but it has just 24 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;29th feb seems important, but it is just the day wif same old routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wat's special, unique n important about 29th feb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, every yesterday, today and tomoro is a special, unique n important day. &lt;br /&gt;once today (1st mar 2008) passed, can we retrieve another 1st march 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pay xtra attention not on 29th feb, but on every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u change ur perception, ur every today will be as special, unique n important as 29th feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u fill ur heart wif love, ur every today will be as romantic n special as 14th feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat lies ahead is not the day itself, but the effort we put in and the results tat cum out....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-3654762932627088195?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/3654762932627088195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=3654762932627088195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/3654762932627088195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/3654762932627088195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/02/inspiring-29th-feb.html' title='Inspiring 29th feb'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-3526107982140816105</id><published>2008-02-26T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T15:58:52.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel lucky to have found U!</title><content type='html'>time flied by. i hv now worked in esprit for more than 1 month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the name of my position is "sales consultant". but in fact, it's just about being a promoter. anyway, i do love da name. it sounds professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially, it's just extremely tiring working there. during my first day there, i was feeling to resign. but i dun wanna give up. tat's a challenge i must face, battle and conquer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually, i win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hv 2 supervisors and a store manager. they r all very nice to me. all my other colleagues r Malay, xcept my supervisors n manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never noe, n never oso wanna noe y my superior treat me quite nicely. perhaps, it's bcoz they take me as young kid jus out from school. i m an innocent guy tat knows ntg  abt da complex, bewildering n deceiving society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of complex society, the world has changed. n it keeps changing. there won't be a standstill. changing may be good, or bad. and the truth is, our world is steering to a bad path. esprit tagline is "the world is our culture". due to tis, ppl change wif the changing world. cheaters and crooks abound the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, tat's y christians believe tat there'll be doom's day. scientifically speaking, there is oso a certain extent of truth in their belief. bcoz scientists suggest "the big crush" theory, an opposite to "the big bang". in the view of newton's third law of motion, to every action, there is a reaction which is opposite in direction and same in magnitude, the big crush theory may be the reaction to the big bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun be bored by wat i wrote, in science, everything can be related. physicists are now researching a formula tat includes all the physical quantities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, no matter how the world changes, i'll hold on to my principles. i would never compromise my beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to topic, my relationship wif my colleagues is not starting well, but it's getting better. sometimes, i am bullied. but i hv learnt to avoid myself being bullied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m getting bored wif the same routine. but very soon, i'll resign. tat's when i got my spm results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my salary is pretty good. my basic is 1000. and my commission is quite much, especially during chinese new year. if i started work on 1st of january, then my commission will b more than 1000. but too bad, i started on 15th jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hv seen n handled many different customers, from pretty gurls to old man. some r nice, others r not. u hv to noe different ways of handling customers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some dun wanna admit tat they r fat, some straightaway say they nid the biggest size.          some r indecisive, asking u which is nicer. some like a shirt very much but said it's not nice bcoz the price is pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there r many couples walking in to da shop, n i get to c pretty girls from the whole kl. haha........ there r many foreigners oso. some r reali mesmerizing. luckily i still dun hv girlfren. but too bad, most of them have boy frenz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, i feel very lucky to have found esprit. it's my fate to be working here. "yuan" brings me there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-3526107982140816105?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/3526107982140816105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=3526107982140816105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/3526107982140816105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/3526107982140816105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-feel-lucky-to-have-found-u.html' title='i feel lucky to have found U!'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-8844486104303126268</id><published>2008-02-15T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T00:05:57.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E.</title><content type='html'>Valentine's Day passed just like tat. And i didn't also celebrate it. But I find 14th Feb 2008 a very meaningful day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, Valentine's day passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, our love never passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love to spouse, to family, to frenz and even to the whole world never dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is inspiring. Love is influential. Love is overwhelming.Love says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill ur every today wif L-O-V-E. Make ur every today Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love knows no boundaries. Our mother earth needs our love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not abt hugging, kissing and ...............(oops). Love is abt caring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is allien, it needs love as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What keeps us doing the same routine each and every day? What keeps our flame burning? Think abt tat...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's L-O-V-E. Because love motivates, love empowers, love energises and love conquers all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show ur love to the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And u will see a WORLD WITHOUT STRANGERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: if u still love the people around u, do email them this article. Copy it and paste it to ur new email message. and u'll feel L-O-V-E IS IN THE AIR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-8844486104303126268?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/8844486104303126268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=8844486104303126268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/8844486104303126268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/8844486104303126268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/02/love.html' title='L.O.V.E.'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-568759324912599528</id><published>2008-01-14T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:20:44.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>G O O D     N E W S</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Thanx to all who wished me happy birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomoro is my first day working in Mid Valley Esprit!&lt;br /&gt;A new life is awaiting me!&lt;br /&gt;I am glad and excited! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True beauty belongs to those brave enough to dream.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams create possibilities and miracles.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams is our driving force.&lt;br /&gt;Dreamers are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Hope our dreams come true! good luck to u n me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-568759324912599528?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/568759324912599528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=568759324912599528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/568759324912599528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/568759324912599528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/01/g-o-o-d-n-e-w-s.html' title='G O O D     N E W S'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-3212267799378292678</id><published>2008-01-14T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:09:45.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 jan- my thought changed</title><content type='html'>all this while... i had been thinking of being a doctor.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's after this tat i changed my perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found tat being a doctor cant reli giv me da space n room i nid to do research.... in fact, i m interested in doing research on the medical side, perhaps, finding vaccines and cures for diseases...... wow, how great if i did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found tat studying bio-medical science enables me to do tat, but a bio-medical science grad cant treat ppl, he can oni do research.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna treat sick ppl at the same time......so..... wat shud i study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i think i'll study medicine if given a choice, coz if u r outstanding and have brilliant ideas, watever u study can lead u to doing research and development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my point is: b4 this, i was very overwhelmed wif being a medical doctor, but now, i hv opened more of my doors and windows. i m seeing light and sparkling star at nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter wat, i'll try my best to discover new things tat shock da bio and medical world! i'll go all out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps 1: actually, da thing tat changed my thought is the 2 ppl at the star edu fair, one from IMU and the other from, i suppose u hv never heard of tis name, Nirwana college. u can visit &lt;a href="http://blog.pixnet.net/uvgirlx/post/12987859"&gt;ooi hui qin's&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.ritebackwatiswrong.blogspot.com"&gt;ng mei thin's &lt;/a&gt;blog for details on the edu fair. v went there together wif some other frenz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps 2: i nw hv an answer to my question "&lt;a href="http://qtwhlee.blogspot.com/2008/01/can-i-see-my-future.html"&gt;can i see my future&lt;/a&gt;"(click for more info). the answer is "YES"!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-3212267799378292678?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/3212267799378292678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=3212267799378292678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/3212267799378292678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/3212267799378292678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/01/13-jan-my-thought-changed.html' title='13 jan- my thought changed'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-4860112442525899368</id><published>2008-01-14T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T19:35:56.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 jan- the rocking nitezz</title><content type='html'>this is my first roking, real roking nite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in these 18 yrs of my life, i neva had this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at a place called Central Park Avenue, bside 1U, the sky rocked n shook wif blasting music.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the 8tv rocking concert. kin yung n i went there....onli da 2 of us. it's kind of weird, 2 men going out.....haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b4 the concert began, v went around the stalls...there's a carnival where the programmes hosts showed themselves 2 play wif the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;dylan, the "8tv hunter" played animals guess wif us.....participants r blinfolded. they hv to guess da animls they r touching on.&lt;br /&gt;gary, the famous host, played X-games. 1 group 2 ppl, 1 make movements n gestures, da other guess wat it means.&lt;br /&gt;................................&lt;br /&gt;many other games............ but...........i didn't take part in. 2 bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30-it's party time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john was the first 2 sing.......&lt;br /&gt;there was a john fans club members standing beside us...... real faithful fans!&lt;br /&gt;the crowd was shouting, yelling&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna b extraordinary there...... so i joined the crowd n yelled wif them&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;let's get HIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hosts made the nite even HIGH-er,&lt;br /&gt;"can v hear ur noise?!"&lt;br /&gt;"guyz, make noise, shout ur hearts out!"&lt;br /&gt;"let's party non-stop!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, the hosts r gd. it's a waste of opportunity if i dun shout out then...... shouting helps u destress!&lt;br /&gt;when u r stressful, LOLX! or, SOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOL=shout out loud!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many singers took turn to perform. they're henley,meisim,desiree,orange,victor,alan n JNK. (this's a useless info if u neva watched 8tv, coz they're 8tv singers, not international singers, not very well-known.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JNK n alan reli almost made me leave the earth's surface n leap to the highest point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i did not do tat, coz the crowd was not doin so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the concert, i came to noe this D.O.M ... desiree, orange n meisim, haha....looks like they jus formed the band! jus kidding, dey r jus kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30-the concert ended.&lt;br /&gt;abt 11-we went hom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps 1: i did get high. jus high, not irrational. getting high sumtimes is not a bad ting. it helps u destress!!&lt;br /&gt;Ps 2: i didn't have any cameras, i couldn't take any photos.&lt;br /&gt;Ps 3: i was actually prepared to b captured by the cameraman, did u see me on screen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-4860112442525899368?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/4860112442525899368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=4860112442525899368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/4860112442525899368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/4860112442525899368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/01/12-jan-rocking-nitezz.html' title='12 jan- the rocking nitezz'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-5571983981558012116</id><published>2008-01-11T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T01:13:21.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the second chance works</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;mr yong is bad, terrible! change him....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i oso think tat he reli sucks......but i decided to give him a second chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today(11 jan), he drove his kancil and got me to the manjalara husing area again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this's my second driving lesson....i chatted wif him-my driving teacher, though i never like him. he taught me some "basic skills" which're used for instance, during traffic jam...and some more, but these r not main point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat's more important,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he kept pouring me cold H2O and criticising me, saying i m not good, although i dun think so!&lt;br /&gt;"u ah, learn very slowly..."&lt;br /&gt;"ei, ur legs got problems ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"i tell u ah, other young ppl all learnt very quick, u so slow!"&lt;br /&gt;"i think u need to learn 100 hrs la!"&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat the(times ten to the power of infinity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, he kept xplaining things to me in his "old man language". i cant even understand him at times. so, i asked him.&lt;br /&gt;"u dunno ah? very cha la u!!" &lt;br /&gt;such impatient tat he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat's more... he cant reli teach well. if i cant understand him well, how the hell can i learn? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said, the chong hwa students all very slow.. hey, EXCUSE ME, THEIR BRAINS WORK MUCH MUCH FASTER THAN YOURS!! i dun think u hv da chance to step into chong hwa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat's more.... erm... perhaps no more, but is tat not enuf? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he reli sucks. my sis said many elderly teachers suck like he sucks. but i wont change him, i'll take tis as a challenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll prove to him tat i m not slow! hey, u better look out on the road, i'll overtake u, in da future! i'll b tough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: the mr yong doesn't speak english wif me, not even broken english. i dun think he can speak so. ng mei thin oso had the same fate as me...haha. to view her "terrible start" blog, pls &lt;a href="http://www.ritebackwatiswrong.blogspot.com"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-5571983981558012116?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/5571983981558012116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=5571983981558012116' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/5571983981558012116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/5571983981558012116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/01/second-chance-works.html' title='the second chance works'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-1575165328318271619</id><published>2008-01-09T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T22:40:12.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of my frenz said this is damn yeng:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R4Tbkcg655I/AAAAAAAAADA/qn7kYYIGgHE/s1600-h/nsx.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R4Tbkcg655I/AAAAAAAAADA/qn7kYYIGgHE/s400/nsx.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153485292794734482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honda NSX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But I think these are much yeng-er:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R4Tby8g656I/AAAAAAAAADI/2qnzU-oXK5g/s1600-h/ferrari.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R4Tby8g656I/AAAAAAAAADI/2qnzU-oXK5g/s400/ferrari.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153485541902837666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferrari Enzo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R4TcGsg657I/AAAAAAAAADQ/IizOU1h1WH4/s1600-h/lamborghini.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R4TcGsg657I/AAAAAAAAADQ/IizOU1h1WH4/s400/lamborghini.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153485881205254066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamborghini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do u think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-1575165328318271619?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/1575165328318271619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=1575165328318271619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/1575165328318271619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/1575165328318271619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-of-my-frenz-said-this-is-damn-yeng.html' title=''/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R4Tbkcg655I/AAAAAAAAADA/qn7kYYIGgHE/s72-c/nsx.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-11432706472430224</id><published>2008-01-09T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T18:27:01.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KB changed.....</title><content type='html'>KB’s system has changed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A demerit system has been introduced..... dunno whose idea it was but it’s definitely silly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every student is given 100 marks.... and the marks will be deducted for each kesalahan..... if u ponteng, marks deducted, if u r lewat, marks deducted.....this even “ngong gui”(kanto), marks oso get deducted if u mengantuk...... wat de......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On every Wednesday, all students hv 2 wear badan beruniform punya uniform to school. So, on every wed, u’ll c very “colorful” students at the assembly ground. Is this conducive for learning? Then..... the elder teachers will hv headache looking at those different uniforms in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tat day, I chatted wif my fren......&lt;br /&gt;“u can xpress ur dissatisfaction to the skol via peti cadangan”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“will they listen?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“peti cadangan is jus a tool used to convince the students tat the school is democratic and open-minded”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“jus like our country, the general election is used to convince the ppl tat the country is democratic. But in fact, is tat true?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised at wat he said. Ya, he’s rite... Will mr ong listen to the voice from peti cadangan? Are our country reli practising democracy? I let u ponder those Qs.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’m relieved to hv graduated from KB.... lol :) but i m worried for KB's future! or shud i say... i m worried for the future of our education system? haiz.... nes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nes= no eye see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: for more information abt the school changes, please &lt;a href="http://www.e4rom.net/viewthread.php?tid=5844"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-11432706472430224?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/11432706472430224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=11432706472430224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/11432706472430224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/11432706472430224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/01/kb-changed.html' title='KB changed.....'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-5736554566246465915</id><published>2008-01-08T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:33:51.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>learn driving liao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R4OlScg653I/AAAAAAAAACs/3xkFlBGp_mU/s1600-h/kimi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R4OlScg653I/AAAAAAAAACs/3xkFlBGp_mU/s400/kimi.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153144134952478578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R4OlEcg652I/AAAAAAAAACk/GYDslAiSiD8/s1600-h/nsx+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R4OlEcg652I/AAAAAAAAACk/GYDslAiSiD8/s400/nsx+2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153143894434309986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R4Okvsg651I/AAAAAAAAACc/JmG50tgr55k/s1600-h/nsx.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R4Okvsg651I/AAAAAAAAACc/JmG50tgr55k/s400/nsx.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153143537952024402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R4OkjMg650I/AAAAAAAAACU/j1nsZetv6_M/s1600-h/nsx+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R4OkjMg650I/AAAAAAAAACU/j1nsZetv6_M/s400/nsx+3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153143323203659586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, a person from kepong driving institute called me to tell me tat my L licence was ready. so, i booked a time wif the insitute. i was reli excited... dunno how's my first time driving..... aiyo, my first time given to kepong driving institute..... reli "mm dai"(in kanto) haha..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how would i drive? like F1 driver kimi raikkonen? him la (the handsome guy in the image) or would i drive, or crawl like snails...........?? nono, i wont de.. i used to drive very fast de when i m playing Playstation......hehe...up to 212 km/h... tat's reli fast! i like to drive the &lt;a href="http://images.google.com.my/images?hl=en&amp;q=honda+nsx&amp;um=1&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;sa=N&amp;tab=wi"&gt;honda nsx&lt;/a&gt;. see the image!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then... today arrived. my lesson began at 1pm to 3pm. as i stepped in the institute, i saw a man approaching me, omg....he ah?....i tot it's she de..... aiyo.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually nvm it's "he", but this instructor is not wat i imagined... he's quite old, i think above 50. he's not as handsome as my father. he looks quite fierce. how he looks to me doesnt matter, but the important thing is---- he must be a kind and patient person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was disappointed, he is neither soft nor kind nor patient. as he was driving me to the manjalara housing area, he kept asking me Qs...and i kept saying.......... i dunno. and then, he kept saying.....u'll fail like this. omg..... did he reli hope to see me fail?? wat kind of teacher is he? damnit, shit, wat the.... suddenly all bad words popped out..... even when i tot of him nw, those words still come into my mind!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how i not shuang him, i jus couldnt shout it out..... if i told him then, he would kena me later.... it's for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus hv to change another perception of thinking, he's old oedi mah, y still argue wif him.... we shud tolerate wif old men de....even if we're in a crowded ktm, we let our seat to the elderly.... so, i jus let him talk all lo... let him "ss" lo......hehe..XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ss = shock sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of the 2 hrs of my lesson, i jus had abt 30 minutes time to drive the kancil.the other time was wasted by his talkings.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually cannot say wasted , coz i learnt sth oso.... i shud correct it "the other time was not-very-well-spent by his talkings"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i drove, i felt quite good, quite nice, though my speed never reached up to 35km/h......haha....i was driving around housing area mah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said i m slow, oh shit him again.... how can he say so.. he thought himself very geng when he first learnt driving. he's oso like wat i was at tat time....struggling to adapt to the steering. these ppl never rmb their own history de.... everyone oso faces difficulties for their watever first time, be it first time pikat perempuan, first time confessing love, first time dating or even first time kissing. haiz.... tat's m first time driving mah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but actually, i think i drove quite smoothly, but my car "sei fo" twice when i start driving, meaning when i changed from free gear to gear one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all the ppl going to learn driving, actually first time driving is not so bad... it's fun and exciting if u r allowed to speed.show no fear to face ur "first time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...............lolz...^_^ :) XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-5736554566246465915?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/5736554566246465915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=5736554566246465915' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/5736554566246465915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/5736554566246465915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/01/learn-driving-liao.html' title='learn driving liao'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/R4OlScg653I/AAAAAAAAACs/3xkFlBGp_mU/s72-c/kimi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-7167970945743039616</id><published>2008-01-08T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T17:44:54.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can i see my future</title><content type='html'>Lately, i hear tat many frenz oledi start college. &lt;br /&gt;some take a lvl, sum foundation, and sum take SAM.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but me? wat abt me?? i keep saying i wanna b a doctor.....but so far, i haven done anything to achieve my dream...... reli, i m worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard some wanna study psychology, some actuarial science, some business, some accounting, some engineering, designing...... many oledi started their studies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna study private college, but can i afford it? so wat if i can get full scholarships for ny a lvl..... wat if i cant continue the scholarships to study my degree?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all victimised by the private colleges. they offer some little benefits for us first then when we take their undergraduate programmes, they will probably discontinue the scholarships....... nguess wat? IMU only offers 2 medical scholarships for each intake. do u noe how difficult it's to get tat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many ppl asked me y i wan 2 take medicine...... and when they asked so, i got speechless.............. i m actually aware my reasons very well...... but i dare not speak up, haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan 2 help the poor sick ppl. being a doctor has been my ambition since i was in standard 1 or 2, i suppose. it's my dream, my passion, and my everything...... i wan to help the ppl, i reli wan to study until professor lvl so tat i can do my research on medical line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe wat? i v reli tot of discovering a cure for alzheimer's disease and AIDS. i even tot of joining a voluntary organisation and travel to sum african countries to help the sick ppl there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat's my every reason to study medicine and be a doctor. i ever tot of putting aside my love life and devoting my entire heart and soul on doing research and being a doctor. tat's naive, i guess. but, i hv such a tot jus bcoz of my passion to be a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl say tat when we hope sth too much, it might not become a reality. nw i m reli worried abt my future......i wan to be a doctor not bcoz i wan to earn lots of money. having a great deal of money and living a lavish life is not the main goal in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i have to do is to pray to my god....... n hopefully, my prayers will be answered. if i enter form 6, i hv to take great risk coz it's not easy to study medicine in local uni. furthermore............ haiz, jus look at my skin color...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat's y i ask,"can i see my future?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-7167970945743039616?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/7167970945743039616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=7167970945743039616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/7167970945743039616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/7167970945743039616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/01/can-i-see-my-future.html' title='can i see my future'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-9086367509147082033</id><published>2008-01-08T01:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:49:55.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabah trip was really fun (2)</title><content type='html'>Well……… my second destination in sabah is Pulau Mabul. I believe tat many of u dunno abt the island. However, not being well-known doesn’t mean being not good. To tell u the truth, I reli enjoyed myself very much at the island. Perhaps, the nite at the island is the most enjoyable nite out of our six nites spent in sabah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reach pulau mabul, one has to go to semporna first. And then from there, he has to proceed to the island on kind of a speedboat. But if u wan an alternative way, u can jump into the sea and swim across to the pulau……. Or if u r rich enuf, u can jus take a plane n fly to the pulau. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us, we took a bus to semporna. The journey was estimated to take 8 hours but surprisingly, we used only 5 hrs to reach semporna. I m not sure y this could happen, it’s simply a miracle. Mayb some “F1 driving skills” went into the bus driver and enable him to drive at such high speed……on the highways. Reli damn incredible!! Fortunately, we are still punching n kicking. The journey took place at night. N guess wat? We slept in the bus too. To be honest, spending my nite there was reli uneasy for me, coz I had the feeling of throwing up and I couldn’t sleep well, in spite of the fact tat the bus is spacious and fully air- conditioned. We being early was not a good thing coz we still had to wait until morning arrived. Transport to the pulau is not available at midnite. It’s at tis time and in this place tat I felt reli uncomfortable and sick. The sea breeze was not a good one. It carried a salty feeling. The 3 hrs seemed like a long wait for me. Haiz…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At tat point of our trip, I was thinking of going home ASAP(as soon as possible). Fortunately, things changed and my wait was worth it. As I was on the speedboat speeding across the sea, I felt alright again and was so delighted!! Those city folks who’d never ride a speedboat b4 will ure feel wat I felt!!! It’s true, man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached there, we’re rather disappointed by the so-called chalet we would stay in. wanna ask u a Q, hv u ever stayed in a room chalet wif no air-conds, no tv and only beds and a fan, when u r on a vacation?? Tat was hard, real hard for us to accept. I was in fact not reli bothered by the bad accommodation coz I prefer having no air-conds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our dissatisfaction was soon replaced by fun n laughter. We’re playing water polo in the water.&lt;br /&gt;One person will hold the ball at one time. And then he has to throw it to the appointed person. It’s quite difficult to tell how it works, but in short, we reli had fun. Tat time it’s raining, and we’re not bothered at all. We didn’t care if we got sick…. I m not bothered oso, since this was my first exp playing in the rain. Hey, it’s reli my first experience le!!! First exp, u noe?? First time in life!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was reli spine-chilling when we walked back. The cool wind that blew over our drenched body was making us shivering. After the play, I had a slept. Luckily, I didn’t get sick. but some1 got…… haiz….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onr thing reli worth sharing wif u guyz is tat the workers of a restaurant jus beside our chalet had made their kind of music band and their drums are made of the plastic rubbish bin and some other materials. Their musical instrument r not very modern, but they can sing very well and they oso sang modern songs. One of them is  “a better man” by Robbie Williams and some songs by linkin park….. cool man!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nite, after havin dinner at the restaurant mentioned jus nw, we sang to our heart’s content. It’s party time!!! We reli high “fan tian”(Chinese). Jia yieh, Nelson and I bcame the male version of SHE when we volunteered ourselves to sing first using the mike. How yip oso showed his singing kills…..by singing his jay chou’s songs. The band was the one who played guitar to match our songs. They dunno abt the songs, yet they’re able to play out the music to match our songs. They are reli friendly and geng!! I actually like to sing, n my fan is jay chou….oops….no I mean idol. I m not crazy abt him but if u reli wan me to list an idol, it might b jay chou. Coz he’s the singer I like and admire most. Here I wanna promote a bit la. Though he cant sing clearly, his songs are very nice to listen to. And the verse is well-written. Singing not clearly has bcum his style tat symbolizes jay chou. If u dun believe me, try listening to his songs. They r all very catchy!! I oso like jay chou himself. He’s got a unique personality…yeah, tat’s rite!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This nite of singing and having fun is the most unforgettable time in sabah, according to many of us. Then, the next morning, we had a good swim in the sea. I dunno swimming, so I jus looked at them and saw how they enjoyed themselves. But then, their fun and their all smiles on their faces enticed me into the sea without bothering the fact tat I dunno swimming. I tried to resist the tempting sea but I finally admitted defeat. Aiyo, then the “first experience” reason came into my mind and I asked for a life vest from the ppl there. Then without thinking and calculating the probability tat I’ll get drowned, I jus “down sea”(pls translate directly). I suppose the probability for me to get drowned is very small (&lt;0.0001) gua…., coz I was having fun and ntg bad happen at all. I even learned swimming but I still couldn’t master it. My frenz all said tat I m very scared and a bit coward….. haiz….of coz I’ll feel scared la….. I dunno swimming de le…I dun even noe balancing in the water….i noe tat I was wearing life vest…. But what if a wave striked and brought me away?? Tat’s rite, accident can happen to anyone although the probability for it to happen is very small. In fact, I was oledi very brave to “down sea”. Haha!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abt 3pm, we all departed back to semporna on the speedboats. Then, we stayed 3 days 2 nites in semporna (the resort’s name is dragon inn). After tat, we continued to stay 2 days 1 nite in tawau. After tat, we flie back to KL on airasia’s plane………..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-9086367509147082033?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/9086367509147082033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=9086367509147082033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/9086367509147082033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/9086367509147082033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/01/sabah-trip-was-really-fun-2.html' title='Sabah trip was really fun (2)'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-3590525841489397100</id><published>2008-01-03T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T18:16:18.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabah trip was really fun (1)</title><content type='html'>Before the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;r-l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; day arrived, I was really excited and looking forward to it. I could not wait for the time to pass seconds by seconds. Finally after a long wait……………. this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;r-l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; day arrived!! Hooray!! I woke up early in the morning and went to the gathering place: school and waited for the departure of our rented, grand, air-conditioned-but-still-feel-hot bus to LCCI airport. I actually thought we were going to KLIA. But looking at this not-less-equipped-than-KLIA airport, I was able to chase that little disappointment out of my heart and soul. However, I never anticipated the following: we had to wait more than 2 hours before we could step and take a look at the airasia plane. What’s more, the airplane is definitely not as spacious as I thought. Again, this was the disappointment that I had to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the plane was leaving off the land, I was chewing my purposely-brought-from-home sugar so that the sweetness can induce the secretion of saliva from my salivary glands. I’ve heard that swallowing saliva can prevent our ears from having the sucked feelings due to the difference in pressure when the plane is soaring up high (oops….. I am sorry if you guyz dun like biology things, hope I dun bore you, haha………… laugh out loud, plzzzzz……….) In fact, there is a reason why I make all these “sugar and saliva” preparation. See, I’ve told you, there must be wind that causes the waves, rite?? Because I had real damn tough times with my sucked ears when I took a flight to Sarawak last time when I was in standard five. I had suffered up to 6 hours of partial deafness before my ears got fully “unsucked”. I was totally not happy with that sucked ears. So I should really know the misery and suffering experienced by deaf ppl. U might say that they are used to their way of living…….but, if they ever had the chance to hear, would they let it go?? Speaking of deafness, I am now thinking of organ donation. If the people sign for the organ donation slips which allow their organs to be donated to the needy after their deaths, then I am sure more lives would be saved. And the world would be a better place to live in!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Action speaks louder than words, yes I know that. And I already made my promise that I will sign the organ donation slip. That’s how a not-very-rich guy can do his part to save lives, I suppose ^_^   :)  wat liao, looks like this is certainly far away from my topic today…….sory…..(in fact, I already regard blog as my diary, I would write anything I think I should write)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to topic, I was feeling so great…… so nice…………. when the plane take me along to soar in the sky. I felt the pleasure of flying. And I made a wish that I would have a very bright and sparkling future. Just like the plane that was soaring, I hope that I will soar in my life and stand out in the world. I also made my wish to become a doctor in the future. In fact, I had mixed feelings on the plane. I felt that mankind is- in spite of being the most intelligent animal in the world- so belittled and unimportant in front of the nature. Yes, I cant deny the truth that man had made very big discoveries and invention. Isaac Newton had discovered gravity and the laws of motion, Albert Einstein had discovered the theory of relativity. But……………….. all these are just mere discoveries created by the Nature. After all, we are just some little creations of Nature. This is how I felt that day plus some of my feelings in the mean time. Believe me, this is purely my opinions and there is no any religious element in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what now, the flight took abt 2 hours and I found my ears in normal conditions after the plane landed off. Great……. and relieved………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at kota kinabalu (KK) first. We were oledi tired and then we had to walk and walk around to look for some foods. In fact we were walking around the same place…….. dun ask me y, coz we were just following pn normah and her husband. After we checked in, we went to a place like central market. This special market sells no foods, but only souvenirs and creations. They are really expensive, I tell you. Eventually, we didn’t buy anything. There was still 1 hr to wait before we can go coz normah told us to walk around the “market” until 5.30(if not mistaken). But we ended up in a quite grand hotel to cool ourselves in the air-conditioned lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had ikan bakar and some other bakar foods as our dinner. It was rather fun, coz I had never had such dinner.  This was the first day. My&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; r-l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; day ended like that, cool man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we visited the foot of mount kinabalu and took many photograph there. As usual, the pair of u-know-who couple( both oso prefects) walked together, seemingly inseparable. Wao, so lovely, but u know, I am never jealous or envious of that. We also immersed ourselves in the hotspring which has sulphur contents. I felt just nice and warm immersing my legs into the hotsprings, but I dare not put the whole body under water, coz the hotspring water is not as clean as u think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, about 7 pm or so, we packed our things and began our journey to pulau mabul. We did not take whole luggage there but we had to pack the needed things into our snall bag packs. I was really unfortunate coz I did not know that we had to bring along a bag packs……………….. oh shit….!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after all the nice sceneries of the mount kinabalu and the pleasure soaking in hotsprings and more importantly, the fun we had together, I felt not disappointed at all. All the disappointment I mentioned just now had gone, ALL GONE. Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our first destination in sabah: KK. We spent only 2 days 1 nite here, nope, I mean, there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell u more abt the following 2 destinations in sabah in another blog post. Wait for it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Wanna know what is r-l day??  Red letter day!!!! Haha….. be happy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-3590525841489397100?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/3590525841489397100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=3590525841489397100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/3590525841489397100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/3590525841489397100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/01/sabah-trip-was-really-fun-1.html' title='Sabah trip was really fun (1)'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-5991750936384385054</id><published>2008-01-02T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:48:27.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There must be wind that causes the waves</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR 2008 TO ALL OF YOU!!!! it's a whole new year wif a whole new journey to experience!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m sure there are somebody who have been very curious abt y i din update my blog, rite?? haha, i m not boasting la....... actually, 2 frenz oledi asked me tat question. as a chinese proverb goes:" there must be wind that causes the waves", so sure enuf, i had my own reason. and........ guess wat?? the reason is kind of "STUPID", tat's how i put it. my sis was afraid tat blogging would bring virus to our computer!!!! wat lao a............ cant believe she is so computer illiterate!!! i think she dunno anything abt blogging.......... and it seems tat she thought blogging can attract virus..... m i too bad??? joking at my own sis...... actually, the reason she was afraid of the so-called " blogging virus" is bcoz she was doing her coursework(she is nw in her final year and final semester in TAR college-- hehe, same as cheah wei jian's college) and she dun wan anything bad to happen to the computer, as u noe, doing coursework involves great deal of research. so, tat's y she was so afraid my blogging activity would cause the computer kena virus. looking from another perspectives of thinking, my sis is very concerned abt her studies and tis can be regarded as being responsible oso.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think and keep thinking......... u start to agree wif wat i said?? tat's rite, actually we cannot keep using one and only way to judge people. we should think and see things from a broad angle, jus like wat miss assunta had taught us b4. let's take the example chipped glass, we cant jus keep looking at the chipped side of the glass. y dun we turn the glass around and look at the complete and not-broken side of it?? in tis way, we'll forget abt the chipped part of the glass and we'll find tat the glass is still in a  complete and good condition. hv u heard abt "que xian mei"(pls translate into chinese)? we cannot jus see other ppl's drawbacks all the time and shut our eyes from looking at the nice side of ppl. every one of us has our own different, unique ability and inability. tat's wat suggested by the word "multiple intelligence". again, tis was wat taught by miss assunta. looks like assunta's influence got into me oledi. anyway, tis isnt a bad thing. miss assunta is a very good teacher, in fact!! if i was to write an essay abt a teacher who has a great influence in my life, she is certainly one in the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat i m trying to tell u is: dun jus look at the weak point of ppl, try to see their nice sides. even one who had been in jail b4 has his good things tat are worth our applaud and compliment. same thing goes to my sis, she might b computer-illiterate, but she is definitely good in some other areas. she can definitely speak very good english and her spoken english is better than many graduates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, remember tis term:multiple intelligence, start exploring ur own intelligence and develop tat potential of yours to the maximum level!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-5991750936384385054?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/5991750936384385054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=5991750936384385054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/5991750936384385054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/5991750936384385054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2008/01/there-must-be-wind-that-causes-waves.html' title='There must be wind that causes the waves'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-6396097205555418250</id><published>2007-12-08T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T23:55:18.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a boring day</title><content type='html'>Having parked the proton wira in front of the shoplots, Kok Weng and I alighted from the not-so-big (jus proton wira ma) car and stepped into the Kepong Driving Institute there. The macho guy-my father also came along with us. W e pushed open the door and i saw about four girls inside waiting for the time to arrive. Kok Weng and I registered for the whole driving course. WAT LAO A....... the course will eat up RM724. That's a lot, man! Then only I realised that all the money is hard-earned by my two working parents and I should really apprecate that. Then only I realised that the highest mountain in the world, the largest ocean in the world, the greatest eva singer of the century(perhaps jay chou, kelly clarkson or......) and the furthest distance in the universe, are never comparable to my parents' love. Sure i'll give'em my highest respect and greatest love, starting right there and then!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After registering for the course, the boring time had arrived. Truthfully, waiting time is the most boring time!! But what interested me was the fact that there were some ppl also from SMKB. We saw Wilson Ting, the notorious basketball player in SMKB, Chan Jian Li, Woon Kun Sum and Ng Mei Thin le..... I got very surprised. Such a coincidence(so i'll call it) to see MT there. Since she'd noticed Kok Weng(KW) and I, I got and idea to hide up and not to let her see us. She stood there quite some time before she saw us, haiz...... very slow lahh, mei thin!! What followed then was our conversation- nothing interesting......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were taken by van to the centre to"ting undang".And it quite shocked me that our centre is in Puchong-Perfect Driving Academy. Wah, another boring time- traveling time, haiz....but 1 thing was that kw and I went there wif two different vans. kw had gone wif the 1st van and I got there later..... So, the traveling time got lagi boring (-.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that the boring time would soon get over after arriving the Puchong centre. however, I was disappointed---------AGAIN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who taught us undang(undang man) was just as boring as ........... dunno how to describe le......................... The undang man is a "he". He is an Indian. But I bet taht I don't show any discrimination on him, though his skin colour is much darker than mine=.= Not long after we began the KPP(kurikulum pendidikan pemandu) course( actually, kpp is what we say UNDANG&lt;br /&gt; la, but I'm sure kpp is nicer to hear, it sounds more professional), I felt bored. kw got bored evaen faster le! before the course started, he kept tellin me it would be extremely bored.  He is a real pessimist, man! But he was right after all! he seems to be able to PREDICT THE FUTURE le. If u guys wanna know abt yuor future, consult him. Tell him that I introduced u there, he sure charge zero cents!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ting undang" time was a damn boring time. The undang man tried very hard to be funny but he failed. I pitied him. He was totally utterly completely a failure in being a joker, man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the boring time had passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KW and I went home together wif the same van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But......one weird thing was that: our van driver did not seem to obey all the rules and regulations as told by our undang man!! She talked thru mobile phone withuo using a hansfree while driving and ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had a very boring day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-6396097205555418250?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/6396097205555418250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=6396097205555418250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/6396097205555418250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/6396097205555418250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-had-boring-day.html' title='I had a boring day'/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4230953004638946060.post-7525726688427314803</id><published>2007-12-07T18:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:05:13.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wat lao a cant imagine i jus created my own blog....... maybe this is bcoz i m too bored at home after SPM............ guess wat?  i hv heard a fren asking "what else can i do after spm". wanna know why he ask so?........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hei, the reason is he worked so hard and ot so stressed out during spm period.......as  a result, he dun wanna study anymore after spm, and then he feel nothing to do after spm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, my conclusion i thats in today's world, we'r gettin very exam-oriented.  wat coz us so? or perhaps, i should ask who coz us so...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ponder tat urself. dun owayz depend on other ppl to give u the ans!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, when i m creating this blogspot, i asked a fren of mine on how to create this blog. this guy can only help me out by telling me to go to this website: &lt;a href="http://www.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and sign up there. then i hv to get my blog created by my ownself. see, we cant expect ppl to give us all the ans tat we hope for!!   bear tat in mind, ok???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4230953004638946060-7525726688427314803?l=movingwheel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/feeds/7525726688427314803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4230953004638946060&amp;postID=7525726688427314803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/7525726688427314803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4230953004638946060/posts/default/7525726688427314803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingwheel.blogspot.com/2007/12/wat-lao-cant-imagine-i-jus-created-my.html' title=''/><author><name>weng hoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873965505975588303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FUl-aMQrP6Q/SyHDPJOpOKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QLRe5WU2nrM/S220/Copy+of+sabah+1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
