tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602715399536977692024-03-14T17:55:44.921+08:00Willz @ The Fist MeisterWhen you think the world has turned its back on you,
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Take a look, you most likely turned your back on the world.Will CK Teohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17216728031854332209noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460271539953697769.post-41433647935032576892010-07-21T01:41:00.001+08:002010-07-21T01:41:39.734+08:00Skype conference call hou hou yeah!Will CK Teohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17216728031854332209noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460271539953697769.post-40459441984688648952010-07-20T22:40:00.003+08:002010-07-21T01:42:23.501+08:00Tom Cruise and Cameron Diaz are old... They ain't suitable for that movie!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;"><br /></span></div>Will CK Teohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17216728031854332209noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460271539953697769.post-32108701122563448412009-12-26T03:43:00.001+08:002009-12-26T03:45:33.311+08:00别人看过的,做过的,听过的,去过的,都比我广... 我凭什么?Will CK Teohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17216728031854332209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460271539953697769.post-80306527702066845122009-11-26T15:38:00.000+08:002009-11-26T15:52:14.698+08:00当你孤单你会想起谁?Will CK Teohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17216728031854332209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460271539953697769.post-52226860710316845892009-11-18T17:04:00.004+08:002009-11-18T21:12:38.151+08:00我回来了我回来了,你知道吗?<div><br /></div><div>好累... 好累的半年...</div><div><br /></div><div>listened back to some old songs... this was one of it... it brings back a lot of high school memories... </div><div><br /></div><div>here you go... dedicated to you..</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uIIfO_efVc0&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uIIfO_efVc0&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></div>Will CK Teohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17216728031854332209noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460271539953697769.post-87049742756166996192009-09-18T17:57:00.013+08:002009-09-18T18:26:24.763+08:00My weight<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:arial;">For anyone that does not know... I'm at Melbourne now...</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">when i first came, i weighted 73kg...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And I'm very boring most of the time...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">So the only thing that i could do to entertain myself are,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" >1. Make love with my lappieeeee...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" >2. E.A.T !!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Usually human take 3 meals a day...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Some people take their meal because they are hungry...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">and i'm <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">WORST</span>...</span> boooooooooo!<br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I'm trying to be a normal human being, so i tried to take 3 meals a day...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">and obviously i take my meal whenever i'm hungry...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >AND!!!!</span><span style="font-family:arial;">...................... I eat when I'm boring...</span> =_="<br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Yeah lah yeah lah, food here of course not not as good as back home in malaysia lah...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">but... i tell u ho...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">the chocolates, the candies, the sweets,... the junk food...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">nabeh... super tempting leh~~!! And you guys know what? Their supermarket marketing department damn pro wei, always put the tags, <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">PRICE CUT</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">BEST BUY</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">DAILY SAVER</span>, etc etc... low lan consumer like me, how can i resist the temptation? =(</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">and i webcam with my cousin yesterday, he said i put on weight...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">some of my friends said i put on weight too when i met them...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">you know, when there are more than 1 person who commented on your weight within 24 hours, it's not really a happy thing to talk about... =(((</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">and so, i went to the supermarket to weight myself after 3 months away from home, </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">.... you know what happened?</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SrNcYjHVvqI/AAAAAAAAAgY/O73IeTYLsgY/s1600-h/diet-bare-feet-wrinkled-skin-from-bath-weighing-scales-mechanical-on-plastic-runner-weight-loss-monitoring-program-programme-1-dhd.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SrNcYjHVvqI/AAAAAAAAAgY/O73IeTYLsgY/s400/diet-bare-feet-wrinkled-skin-from-bath-weighing-scales-mechanical-on-plastic-runner-weight-loss-monitoring-program-programme-1-dhd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382747556450516642" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >.............................................................</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" >FUCK!!! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >D.I.E.T</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">lahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">*<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Failing to plan is planning to fail.</span>*</span><br /><br /></div>Will CK Teohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17216728031854332209noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460271539953697769.post-84759133704280684812009-09-10T22:27:00.002+08:002009-09-10T22:47:52.209+08:00T.T super sad..The lyrics, one needle see blood =(<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbRK21vVDYE&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbRK21vVDYE&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Will CK Teohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17216728031854332209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460271539953697769.post-63119045491469076252009-08-12T01:30:00.006+08:002009-08-12T13:22:09.680+08:00promises<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;">I wonder does anybody give a damn about promises?<br /><br />HA HA HA... =)<br /><br />That's sarcastic...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SoGts5jX9EI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/1N1C_wG42Gk/s1600-h/fucku.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 94px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SoGts5jX9EI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/1N1C_wG42Gk/s400/fucku.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368763217677382722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>Will CK Teohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17216728031854332209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460271539953697769.post-21953433032032514192009-08-04T21:53:00.004+08:002009-08-04T22:03:53.708+08:00Repost: Why do Malaysians march?<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;">Just to share with everyone of you an interesting article I read at sun2surf.com.<br /><br />The article entitled "Why do Malaysians march?" was written by Yeo Yang Poh, a former Bar Council president.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/Sng_INwb53I/AAAAAAAAAgA/C5wrps3naYo/s1600-h/ZUL__isarally-masjidnegara.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/Sng_INwb53I/AAAAAAAAAgA/C5wrps3naYo/s400/ZUL__isarally-masjidnegara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366108366376265586" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />WHY march, when the government has said that it will review the Internal Security Act? Why march, when there are other very cosy ways of giving your views and feedback?<br /><br />One would understand if these were questions posed by nine-year-olds. But they are not. They are questions posed by the prime minister of this nation we call our home. Answer we must. So, why?<br /><br />Because thousands who died while in detention cannot march or speak any more. That is why others have to do it for them.<br /><br />Because persons in the corridors of power, persons who have amassed tremendous wealth and live in mansions, and persons who are in the position to right wrongs but won’t, continue to rule our nation with suffocating might. And they certainly would not march. They would prevent others from marching.<br /><br />Because the have-nots, the sidelined, the oppressed, the discriminated and the persecuted have no effective line to the powerful.<br /><br />Because the nice ways have been tried ad nauseam for decades, but have fallen on deaf ears.<br /><br />Because none of the major recommendations of Suhakam (including on peaceful assembly), or of the commissions of inquiry, has been implemented. Because the proposed Independent Police Complaints and Misconduct Commission (IPCMC) is not in sight, while corruption and insecurity live in every neighbourhood; and (despite reasoned views expressed ever so nicely in opposition) Rela (people’s volunteer corps) is being brought in to make matters even worse.<br /><br />The proponents in “Su Qiu” (remember them?) were not marchers. In fact it is hard to find nicer ways than “su qiu”, because the term means “present and request” or “inform and request”. In terms of putting forward a view or a request, it is the height of politeness. Yet they were labelled “extremists” – they who did not march.<br /><br />And now you ask, why march?<br /><br />Because you gave non-marchers a false name! You called them the “silent majority”, who by virtue of their silence (so you proudly argued with twisted logic) were supporters of government policies since they were not vocal in raising objections. You claimed to be protecting the interest of the “silent majority”. Now some of them do not want to be silent anymore, and you are asking why?<br /><br />Yes, because double standards and hypocrisy cannot be covered up or explained away forever; and incompetence cannot be indefinitely propped up by depleting resources.<br /><br />Because cronyism can only take care of a few people, and the rest will eventually wake up to realise the repeated lies that things were done in certain ways purportedly “for their benefit”.<br /><br />Because the race card, cleverly played for such a long time, is beginning to be seen for what it really is – a despicable tool to divide the rakyat for easier political manipulation.<br /><br />Because it does not take much to figure out that there is no good reason why Malaysia, a country with abundant human resources and rich natural resources, does not have a standard of living many times higher than that of Singapore, an island state with no natural resources and that has to import human resources from Malaysia and elsewhere.<br /><br />Because, in general, countries that do not persecute marchers are prosperous or are improving from their previous state of affairs, and those that do are declining.<br /><br />Because Gandhi marched, Mandela marched, Martin Luther King marched, and Tunku Abdul Rahman marched.<br /><br />Because more and more people realise that peaceful assemblies are no threat at all to the security of the nation, although they are a threat to the security of tenure of the ruling elite.<br /><br />Because politicians do not mean it when they say with a straight face or a smile that they are the servants and that the people are the masters. No servant would treat his master with tear gas, batons and handcuffs.<br /><br />Because if the marchers in history had been stopped in their tracks, places like India, Malaysia and many others would still be colonies today, apartheid would still be thriving in South Africa, Nelson Mandela would still be scribbling on the walls of Cell 5, and Obama would probably be a slave somewhere in Mississippi plotting to make his next midnight dash for the river.<br /><br />And because liberty, freedom and dignity are not free vouchers posted out to each household.<br /><br />They do not come to those who just sit and wait. They have to be fought for, and gained.<br /><br />And if you still want to ask: why march; I can go on and on until the last tree is felled. But I shall<br />obviously not.<br /><br />I will end with the following lines from one of the songs sung in the 1960s by civil rights marchers in the US, without whom Obama would not be able to even sit with the whites in a bus, let alone reside in the White House:<br /><br />“It isn’t nice to block the doorway<br />It isn’t nice to go to jail<br />There are nicer ways to do it<br />But the nice ways have all failed<br />It isn’t nice; it isn’t nice<br />You’ve told us once, you’ve told us twice<br />But if that’s freedom’s price<br />We don’t mind ...”<br /><br /></div>Will CK Teohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17216728031854332209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460271539953697769.post-75769071133415800562009-07-26T10:02:00.007+08:002009-07-26T10:20:06.676+08:00Imperfections<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Life</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> - "In the end, is these small thing that you remember, the little imperfections... that make them perfect for you."</span><br><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mx9ocubowMs&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mx9ocubowMs&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object></div><br>Will CK Teohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17216728031854332209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460271539953697769.post-51801728223022689742009-07-15T17:56:00.004+08:002009-07-15T18:00:56.781+08:00"Person"<blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Did you know that "person" comes from the Latin word persona which means mask?</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > So, maybe being human means we invite spectators to ponder what lies behind.</span><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Movie - War Inc<br /><br /></span></div></blockquote>Will CK Teohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17216728031854332209noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460271539953697769.post-3309165717978790992009-05-21T11:16:00.013+08:002009-05-21T11:55:46.826+08:00Man vs Woman<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/ShTKkW3_NgI/AAAAAAAAAfo/eaEMCJOhnQs/s1600-h/men-vs-women2.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/ShTKkW3_NgI/AAAAAAAAAfo/eaEMCJOhnQs/s320/men-vs-women2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338114184305391106" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">* Switch vs Switches *</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/ShTKkG3yJ2I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/k54JzrH2ICU/s1600-h/men-vs-women3.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 339px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/ShTKkG3yJ2I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/k54JzrH2ICU/s320/men-vs-women3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338114180009568098" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">* Chemistry lab "hazardous material" *</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/ShTKkdyG_xI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_iXf9tEVu1k/s1600-h/men-vs-women1.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 341px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/ShTKkdyG_xI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_iXf9tEVu1k/s320/men-vs-women1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338114186159783698" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">* Math equation for 4 variables - Woman, Money, Time and Problems *</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/ShTMqZ99HSI/AAAAAAAAAf4/oBFUFtbalZ8/s1600-h/male_brain.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/ShTMqZ99HSI/AAAAAAAAAf4/oBFUFtbalZ8/s400/male_brain.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338116487238196514" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/ShTMqC8QAZI/AAAAAAAAAfw/xA9Z86pHCFk/s1600-h/6he36dz.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/ShTMqC8QAZI/AAAAAAAAAfw/xA9Z86pHCFk/s400/6he36dz.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338116481057030546" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">* Biology class - Human's brain *</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/ShTKkNyXHLI/AAAAAAAAAfY/2RsvHJbOPUs/s1600-h/men%26women_diff.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/ShTKkNyXHLI/AAAAAAAAAfY/2RsvHJbOPUs/s320/men%26women_diff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338114181865872562" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">* How they shop in mall *</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/ShTKDtj6HkI/AAAAAAAAAe4/TJ7sLZK77BU/s1600-h/go2drink1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/ShTKDtj6HkI/AAAAAAAAAe4/TJ7sLZK77BU/s320/go2drink1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338113623459503682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/ShTKEGriX9I/AAAAAAAAAfA/SDIR40QKv-E/s1600-h/go2drink2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 353px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/ShTKEGriX9I/AAAAAAAAAfA/SDIR40QKv-E/s320/go2drink2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338113630202388434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/ShTKEE13XCI/AAAAAAAAAfI/OUKXtjIOm8w/s1600-h/go2drink3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/ShTKEE13XCI/AAAAAAAAAfI/OUKXtjIOm8w/s320/go2drink3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338113629708835874" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">* The complexity of multiple choices *</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/ShTKDite8_I/AAAAAAAAAew/QhN-MbW9Iag/s1600-h/eye-track.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/ShTKDite8_I/AAAAAAAAAew/QhN-MbW9Iag/s320/eye-track.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338113620546876402" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">* Heat detector for H1N1?!!? nahhhh ... *</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/ShTKDd-EODI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ZVpvXKix7bc/s1600-h/Card_HP_car-colour_type.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 361px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/ShTKDd-EODI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ZVpvXKix7bc/s320/Card_HP_car-colour_type.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338113619274250290" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">* Question and sub - questions *</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">* The man who says his wife can't take a joke forgets that she took him. *</span></span><br /><br /></div>Will CK Teohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17216728031854332209noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460271539953697769.post-91252722527798906932009-05-14T13:48:00.006+08:002009-05-14T16:57:41.220+08:00Problem Using A Computer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SgvaZvjIIbI/AAAAAAAAAeI/_LbdxBx8__k/s1600-h/helpdesk.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SgvaZvjIIbI/AAAAAAAAAeI/_LbdxBx8__k/s320/helpdesk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335598319345869234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div face="arial" style="text-align: justify;">Ridge Hall computer assistance: "May I help you?"<br /><br />"Yes, well, I'm having trouble with WordPerfect."<br /><br />"What sort of trouble?"<br /><br />"Well, I was just typing along, and all of a sudden the words went away."<br /><br />"Went away?"<br /><br />"They disappeared."<br /><br />"Hmm. So what does your screen look like now?"<br /><br />"Nothing."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SgvaX3NrX0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/UZ7hUv6DAa0/s1600-h/computer+guy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SgvaX3NrX0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/UZ7hUv6DAa0/s320/computer+guy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335598287043649346" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"Nothing?"<br /><br />"It's blank; it won't accept anything when I type."<br /><br />"Are you still in WordPerfect, or did you get out?"<br /><br />"How do I tell?"<br /><br />"Can you see the C: prompt on the screen?"<br /><br />"What's a sea-prompt?"<br /><br />"Never mind, can you move your cursor around the screen?"<br /><br />"There isn't any cursor; I told you, it won't accept anything I type."<br /><br />"Does your monitor have a power indicator?"<br /><br />"What's a monitor?"<br /><br />"It's the thing with the screen on it that looks like a TV. Does it have little light that tells you when it's on?"<br /><br />"I don't know."<br /><br />"Well, then look on the back of the monitor and find where the power cord goes into it. Can you see that?"<br /><br />"Yes, I think so."<br /><br />"Great. Follow the cord to the plug, and tell me if it's plugged into the wall."<br /><br />"Yes, it is."<br /><br />"When you were behind the monitor, did you notice that there were two cables plugged into the back of it, not just one?"<br /><br />"No."<br /><br />"Well, there are. I need you to look back there again and find the other cable."<br /><br />"Okay, here it is."<br /><br />"Follow it for me, and tell me if it's plugged securely into the back of your computer."<br /><br />"I can't reach."<br /><br />"Uh huh. Well, can you see if it is?"<br /><br />"No."<br /><br />"Even if you maybe put your knee on something and lean way over?"<br /><br />"Oh, it's not because I don't have the right angle... it's because it's dark."<br /><br />"Dark?"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SgvcbMJx5gI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xZcZU2XUxUY/s1600-h/gid_owleyesglow.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SgvcbMJx5gI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xZcZU2XUxUY/s320/gid_owleyesglow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335600543227307522" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"Yes, the office light is off, and the only light I have is coming in from the window."<br /><br />"Well, turn on the office light then."<br /><br />"I can't."<br /><br />"No? Why not?"<br /><br />"Because there's a power failure."<br /><br />"A power...A power failure? Aha! Okay, we've got it licked now. Do you still have the boxes and manuals and packing stuff your computer came in?"<br /><br />"Well, yes, I keep them in the closet."<br /><br />"Good. Go get them, and unplug your system and pack it up just like it was when you got it. Then take it back to the store you bought it from."<br /><br />"Really? Is it that bad?"<br /><br />"Yes, I'm afraid it is."<br /><br />"Well, all right then, I suppose. What do I tell them?"<br /><br />"Tell them you're <span style="font-weight: bold;">TOO FUCKING STUPID TO OWN A COMPUTER!!!</span>"<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">* The dumbest people I know are those who know it all. *</span></span><br /><br /></div>Will CK Teohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17216728031854332209noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460271539953697769.post-17439164828778568322009-05-13T14:13:00.009+08:002009-05-13T17:08:24.691+08:00Salty CoffeeJust to share and make sure my blog is still active ... ;-)<br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SgpqcbALXxI/AAAAAAAAAd4/S-PlS4qfvs0/s1600-h/93466574_cf66539b29.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SgpqcbALXxI/AAAAAAAAAd4/S-PlS4qfvs0/s320/93466574_cf66539b29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335193745091157778" border="0" /></a><br /></div><blockquote><br />"He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the Party, he invited her to have coffee with him. She was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised.<br /><br />They sat in a nice coffee shop. He was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable. She thought, 'Please, let me go home....'<br /><br />Suddenly he asked the waiter, 'Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee.' Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red. But still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.<br /><br />She asked him curiously, 'Why you have this hobby?' He replied, 'When I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there.'<br /><br />While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home.<br /><br />Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.<br /><br />That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date.<br /><br />She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands. He had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee!<br /><br />Then the story was just like every beautiful love story . The princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life...And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.<br /><br />After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said:<br /><br />'My dearest,<br /><br />Please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee.<br /><br />Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promises not to lie to you for anything..Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth:<br /><br />I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life!<br /><br />Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, Even though I have to drink the salty coffee again'.<br /><br />Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee? 'It's sweet,' she replied.<br /><br />Love is not 2 forget but 2 forgive, not 2 c but 2 understand, not 2 hear but 2 listen, Not 2 let go but 2 HOLD ON !!!!"<br /></blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><br />* Sometimes, in our life, we need to do something that we don't like to achieve our goal... Believe it or not, that's life!</span> *<br /><br /></div>Will CK Teohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17216728031854332209noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460271539953697769.post-31905728614186034402009-04-25T13:18:00.003+08:002009-04-25T13:28:40.291+08:00Chasing Dreams<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">My friend once said to me, you must work hard to chase for your dreams.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">But ...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">today,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">While I'm chasing my dreams, I have been chased by my own dreams...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">They called themselves nightmares...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">* Nothing has changed, but I've already disappoint people I love, and people who loves me. *<br /><br /></span></span></div>Will CK Teohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17216728031854332209noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460271539953697769.post-2258202563466451322009-03-28T10:17:00.016+08:002009-03-28T12:04:23.021+08:00Horoscope<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/Sc2Qn50mo_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/8PVOZiq7JtE/s1600-h/GeminiArt.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318065750205178866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/Sc2Qn50mo_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/8PVOZiq7JtE/s320/GeminiArt.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" face="arial"><br />Zodiac and horoscope somehow related to each other.<br /><br />Oh yeah it's Gemini - my horoscope.<br /><br /></div><div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">In classical Greece the stars were named Castor and Pollux, legendary twins born of immortal Zeus and the mortal Leda, wife of the king of Sparta. Thus, Pollux was immortal and Castor mortal. They were brothers of beautiful Helen of Troy, for whom the Trojan War was fought.</span> </blockquote></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" face="arial"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/Sc2YkiadlkI/AAAAAAAAAdw/iXrA9R1j1wM/s1600-h/Gemini-738076.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318074488474932802" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/Sc2YkiadlkI/AAAAAAAAAdw/iXrA9R1j1wM/s320/Gemini-738076.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I'm not really into horoscope thingy, or to believe that horoscope could briefly tell about someone's personality and attitude. But I did read about it by the way... Until I came across this mail about horoscope this morning. And of course as the usual me, being lazy as always, i'll just scroll all the way down to only read my own horoscope - Gemini.<br /><br />Well well, what else about Gemini right? Everyone should know how people have been thinking or saying about Geminis.<br /><br />But this mail was slightly different. Please bare with me since it's in Chinese without any translation.<br /></div><br /><div style="FONT-FAMILY: arial; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/Sc2QnwomAcI/AAAAAAAAAdo/5bI9OB6fJz4/s1600-h/tribal-gemini.jpeg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318065747738886594" style="WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 86px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/Sc2QnwomAcI/AAAAAAAAAdo/5bI9OB6fJz4/s320/tribal-gemini.jpeg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><blockquote style="font-family:arial;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">双子座</span><br /><br />双子孤傲是因为他们自信,双子善变是因为世界在改变,双子没有耐性是因为他们发现了不值得,双子冷漠是因为他们害怕被伤害,双子花心是因为他们没有找到真爱,双子不在乎是因为你没有看到他们的敏感。<br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">笑</span><br /><br />双子们的笑永远都是最单纯的,无论什么时候你都会看到一直都在笑的双子,因为他们一直都只想把自己的快乐带给别人,却只把悲伤留给自己,你没有看到过双子的眼泪是因为他从来不会在被人面前哭,当你看到双子的眼泪的时候,那么说明你是真的把他们的真心夺走了,因为双子真的很需要一份值得的依靠,他会每时每刻的在乎你的一切,他们很敏感的,会跟着你的快乐而快乐,跟着你的忧愁而忧愁,跟着你的改变而改变,但在你面前他们从来都是快乐的。<br /> <br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">爱</span><br /><br />一提到双子的爱,一般人肯定都会说:<br /><br />双子座的人最花心。可是是真的是这样吗?双子和异性的关系好只是因为他们非同一般的亲和力,而双子的真心只有一个,当他找到的时候,他就会付出自己的一切让对方得到幸福,他要的不是他自己能和对方在一起,他要的是对方的幸福,和双子在一起会感到很随和,因为他会包容你的一切,你的一切优点和缺点,和双子在一起绝对不会觉得被锁住,你只要做自己就好,因为双子喜欢的就是真实的你,做作的人根本不会得到双子的心。<br /> <br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">坚强</span><br /><br />有人说双子很坚强,什么都不在乎,是啊,表面的双子确实很坚强,但是内心他们比任何人都脆弱,也许这也是风向<br /><br />星座的人的一个特性,决不会让别人看到自己脆弱的一面,因为他们都是一个有一双别人看不见翅膀的天使,天生就会给别人带来快乐,双子们的眼泪是透明的,别人看不见,可是自己却能看得很清楚这样的透明的泪给自己开来双倍的痛。<br /> <br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">人际</span><br /><br />双子们的人缘很好,因为他们懂得你什么时候需要什么样的帮助,而且双子们会根据不同的人有不同的交往方式,双子很容易相信别人,所以经常会被欺骗,可是在欺骗后他们仍然会轻轻的笑笑然后说:没关系的,他骗我肯定会有原因。双子从来不会知道后悔是什么,因为他们时时刻刻都在为别人想,总会设身处地,可是这样别人根本就不知道,就是因为他帮助别人太多了,所以在他需要帮助的时候却总是孤立无援,然后继续的笑着,笑着找到一个角落,留下那颗透明的泪。<br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">朋友</span><br /><br />当双子的朋友真的很幸福哦!因为当你遇到什么困难时,他会比你更着急,甚至会失去自己宝贵的东西也会帮助你,他会带给你快乐帮你分担忧愁,可是你却看不到他的孤独和无助,当双子看到你不高兴的时候,无论这时他有多么的郁闷,他也会立刻露出最真实的笑容来帮助你。<br /> <br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">执着</span><br /><br />说双子善变,那只是片面之词,对于双子真正喜欢的东西,它是会执着的让人害怕的,就是因为内心太像小孩子太单纯,所以对于他们真正喜欢的东西,他们是根本就不知道放弃是什么的,除非是他们自己发现这个东西不值得,否则他们是绝对不会放弃的,只要是他们肯定的,他们就会有超出别人很多的坚持和执著。<br /> <br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">自尊</span><br /><br />双子的自尊很重要,对于他们最重要的恐怕就是这个了,他们懂得原谅,无数次的去试着原谅,就算别人让自己千疮百孔,他们也会无条件的有自己的宽容,有自己的原则和原谅,就是因为他们的自尊,他们的自尊心让他们相信这个世界永远都是最美的,因为他们的自尊不允许自己放弃这个世界。<br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">分享</span><br /><br />在双子的世界里没有分享,只有是你的或者是我的,他们不会把一样东西去和别人分享,因为他们认为这样对那样东西是不公平的,因为他在乎每一个人每一样东西的感觉,只要他认为这件东西是自己可以割舍的,他绝对会无条件的退出,去成全别人,对于欺骗过他们的恋人,他会选择原谅,但绝对不会再和他们在一起,因为他懂得这样不值得。<br /><br />双子座的人真的很可爱,真的很需要人的保护和安慰,他们不会放弃世界,却会放弃自己,去成全别人,他们懂得原谅和理解,无论这一秒他有多讨厌一个人,下一秒看到那个人脆弱的一面,他还是会去无条件地帮助他,真的很傻吧?但是傻的好可爱,好让人心疼,痛过以后,他们依然会笑着面对以后未知的路,继续原谅,继续理解,继续快乐,继续的傻着,改变双子真的很难吧?因为他们的心都是金刚石作的,但不是说他们无情,他们的执着只是针对自己的,那么孤傲的一个人,也只是针对自己,因为他们不知道怎么表达自己的内心,所以他们选择了沉默。</blockquote><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">So? =) I'll say 80% accurate for these.</span><br /><br /><div style="FONT-FAMILY: arial; TEXT-ALIGN: justify">But well, about other horoscope, you can request me to forward you that mail. I'm lazy to post all the mail's content. I didn't read every of the horoscope though. Or maybe the one that I'm interested to know has the same horoscope as myself. Great~! Cool to be Gemini. =)<br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:arial;" align="justify" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">* People who calls you once in awhile, even though the conversation isn't long, have a heart; People with a loving heart will find a way. Only indifference will find an excuse. *</span></span> <br><br></div>Will CK Teohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17216728031854332209noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460271539953697769.post-42083380346453940762009-03-15T15:43:00.008+08:002009-03-22T03:01:18.969+08:00My "Own" Nation<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">p/s: whatever that I've wrote below were only my own opinions. I'm not intented to criticize anyone nor any parties/organizations. My apologies if I've made any wrong comments and have bad feelings with it. =) </span></span></span><br /><br />Nationality represents a person's own nation. It tells which country's citizen you are.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">and ...... I born in Malaysia.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/ScTMpyCDAEI/AAAAAAAAAcw/L7I97ft0ve0/s1600-h/Animated-Flag-Malaysia.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/ScTMpyCDAEI/AAAAAAAAAcw/L7I97ft0ve0/s320/Animated-Flag-Malaysia.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315598478381088834" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Yeap, and that's my country's national flag.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I was born here.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Grew up here.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I studied here, graduated from the University here.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">and I'm working here too of course.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I've my IC, my driving license, whatever legal documentations that has this column filled :-</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Nationality : MALAYSIAN</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The beauty of our country was and still is (???) </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >multiracial</span><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Yes, by multiracial means that it consists of 3 main ethics groups in this country.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Indian, Chinese, and Malay.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It is obvious that the Malays have the biggest "capacity" due to </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >MALAY</span><span style="font-family:arial;">sia.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And of course we shouldn't miss out the people from Sabah and Sarawak.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Ibans, Bidayuh, Kadazans, Bajaus, and Muruts.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The government always used the word "Multiracial" as the main "selling point" to promote our country. They are always proud whenever they said so. Teaching us and telling us that we all (should) live happily ever after... and blah blah blah of bullshit... every since we were small.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">How true can it be? I've became even more confusing lately.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Shouldn't we suppose to live happily ever after together in one country? Sometimes I really don't understand why that they would like to give out comments such as ...</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">"You tak suka Malaysia, keluar dari Malaysia!"</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">If you don't like Malaysia, get out of Malaysia!</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">"Balik China!"</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Go back to China!</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Chinese were immigrants!</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">"I urge the Chinese not to become like the Jewish in America, where it is not enough that they control the economy, but they also want to dominate politics". <a href="http://margeemar.blogspot.com/2009/01/repost-bnumnos-secret-dealings-with.html">[(one of the) Source]</a></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">... ever existed?!?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Besides, what was the rising of the "keris" in party's general assembly incident about?!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Apologies have been made regarding all the comments above. But all these hurt most of us deeply and left with scars.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Sometimes I just don't understand, how can we dominate politics but the truth is the highest post we can only managed is </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >the Chief Minister</span><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Why we have to fill up the field Bumi / Non-Bumi? While it shouldn't ever exist at the first place!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">If we are multiracial, we lived in unity and harmony... Why to separate into 2 categories?</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/ScU0IlSaDDI/AAAAAAAAAc4/qu9_xw5kjoI/s1600-h/2451221247_1f40426927_o.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/ScU0IlSaDDI/AAAAAAAAAc4/qu9_xw5kjoI/s320/2451221247_1f40426927_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315712257233652786" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's like chopping a meat into 2 pieces!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Even Indonesia never categorize their chinese citizen as Non-Bumi. I know we complained a lot and we should keep quiet because we have no rights and we are just migrants. But things doesn't work this way... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A lot of parents nowadays encouraged their children to study overseas and it's even better if they can be able to find a job there.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">sometimes its kinda sad when u think of where u belong to? People here doesn't treat us as the "locals" and foreign country wouldn't treat us as their citizen base on the legal documentation and law.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">So, Tell me... Where is my home nation?! Which is my home country?!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">pp/s: By the way, like what <a href="http://namewee.blogspot.com/">namewee</a> said "JANGAN TANGKAP SAYA, SAYA TARAK DUIT!"</span></span><br /></span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">*It all depends on how we look at things, and not how they are in themselves. *</span></span><br /><br /></div>Will CK Teohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17216728031854332209noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460271539953697769.post-85574154452285715102009-03-06T17:12:00.008+08:002009-03-06T17:51:17.303+08:00女人与鞋子<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">**</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">女人寻找適合的男人 就像是尋找一雙適合的鞋子...</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">在年輕的時候,買的往往是最華麗,最能墊高自己高度的鞋子...</span><br /><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">即使難穿也沒關係, 因為妳覺得妳自己可以忍耐...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">直到有一天妳忍耐到拇指外翻 、腳起水泡,</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">妳才會發現,鞋子最重要的功能其實是要陪妳走路而已...</span><br /><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">所以,這時候妳就會去找一雙很舒適的,</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">會保護妳的腳的 、會陪著妳一起向前走的鞋... **</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">* Like it or not, you have to share the people you love with other people. *</span></span><br /><br /></div></div></div>Will CK Teohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17216728031854332209noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460271539953697769.post-18266164476966421972009-02-26T02:19:00.017+08:002009-03-03T16:58:05.306+08:00Like Father Like Son<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" >Look what I've found ...</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> !!!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">What title should I put for this entry? =)</span><br /><br />Any other suggestion which is better than the current one?<br /><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SaWMfhDFBeI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/fvwgYMmrvHo/s1600-h/daddy.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SaWMfhDFBeI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/fvwgYMmrvHo/s320/daddy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306802209001113058" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SaWOL8LwwWI/AAAAAAAAAco/rXuWOp-HSpo/s1600-h/me.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SaWOL8LwwWI/AAAAAAAAAco/rXuWOp-HSpo/s320/me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306804071711162722" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">|-----------------Dad-------------------|---------------------Me-------------------|</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">* Don't give up, just be you, cause life's too short to be anybody else... *</span></span><br /><br /></div>Will CK Teohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17216728031854332209noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460271539953697769.post-91964038229601087192009-02-22T17:47:00.016+08:002009-02-23T20:05:38.014+08:00Priority / Priorities<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">We have a hell lot of priorities in life. Let it be in the comparison between relationship, friendship, work and even family. It's all depends on how each of us look at things. How we were taught since we were young. And also how our own personality, opinion and mindset. Humans differ from each and another. Don't we? We can hardly predict how a person think and control them. Please bare in mind that we ain't Dark Archon from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/StarCraft">StarCraft</a> who can mind control any living being, although I wish I could.</span><br /></div><div style="FONT-FAMILY: arial; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SaEixgHlxsI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/eXXqd2WlJgk/s1600-h/darkarchon.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305560069849859778" style="WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SaEixgHlxsI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/eXXqd2WlJgk/s320/darkarchon.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I believed many of us who managed to lived up to this age understand this (=.=" like damn old like that). I mean, I'm pretty sure that we've experienced something that come to a point that we ourself have to choose and make some decisions. And that is when priority takes into consideration.<br /><br />At work, in certain occasions and tasks that need us to be able to multitask. So that we, as employees of the company can be as productive as possible. But when there are two or more critical issues coming up, there is the time when we'll decide which to look into by its priority. Solve the highest priority first and solve the rest after it. In other words, those are the so called "low priority" issue.<br /><br />The most common example is between relationship and friendship. Which mean between your girl friend / boy friend and your friends. Back during the schooling days, the only chance to hang out was during the weekends, Saturday in particular (thanks to co-curriculum). And I have even more choices to choose from.<br /><br />TODO: play football?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SaFA6asEs6I/AAAAAAAAAbY/fezzF1sSOKY/s1600-h/15812957025021l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305593208359924642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SaFA6asEs6I/AAAAAAAAAbY/fezzF1sSOKY/s320/15812957025021l.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Leo club?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SaFA6omb2XI/AAAAAAAAAbg/hwsRBGKB_po/s1600-h/P2220126+%28Small%29.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305593212094372210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SaFA6omb2XI/AAAAAAAAAbg/hwsRBGKB_po/s320/P2220126+%28Small%29.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />meeting friends?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SaFA66thd7I/AAAAAAAAAbo/I6WtxcudG28/s1600-h/n717837252_851283_3948.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305593216955938738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SaFA66thd7I/AAAAAAAAAbo/I6WtxcudG28/s320/n717837252_851283_3948.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />dating??? ... and the list goes on and on...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SaFA6-izimI/AAAAAAAAAbw/YPeBMdMt0MA/s1600-h/LiangBingGay+%28Small%29.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305593217984727650" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SaFA6-izimI/AAAAAAAAAbw/YPeBMdMt0MA/s320/LiangBingGay+%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">* Opsss!!! *</span> (The highest priority!!!)</span><br /><br />But sad to tell, I am only one, and I could only choose one from all these. Sigh... =( But well, about which is the priority, you know I know larrr... ;-)<br /><br />Apart from that, all these kind of comparison are still okay to me, however, the worst combination should be between family - relationship, family - work (career).<br /><br />Does anyone ask any of you about the "if your mother and your wife/girl friend fall into the sea, who will you save first?" question. <a href="http://williethefistmeister.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html">This</a> might seems an answer for it but I'm sure everyone have their own set of answers. So who is your priority?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SaFFpsMWLBI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Hblx1D9_Q-s/s1600-h/drowning.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305598418559052818" style="WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SaFFpsMWLBI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Hblx1D9_Q-s/s320/drowning.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />However there are some rare cases. Like recently, I've been keep coming up with some <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SXFBipMhRwI/AAAAAAAAAZA/bT5E3DWKtqU/s1600-h/crash.jpg">strange questions</a> for myself. Something like, the ex that you loved so much, and your new partner; Old vs New.. If they happens to date you out at the same time, who would you choose to give up? who would you choose to go out with? and who would you give the priority to?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SaGS8OvoXcI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ZniziPKniTI/s1600-h/doa13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305683399466835394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SaGS8OvoXcI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ZniziPKniTI/s320/doa13.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />There are also people who sacrificed their career for their family. Just like my dad. =)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SaGOoAY5aLI/AAAAAAAAAcA/zTPdzIFl7IY/s1600-h/exportfaster.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305678653969492146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SaGOoAY5aLI/AAAAAAAAAcA/zTPdzIFl7IY/s320/exportfaster.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Please don't get me wrong, he didn't resign his job because of us. Its just that he refused to be transferred to other branches elsewhere in Malaysia. For the sake of our education and the environment that we grew up. They (parents) think that it's not a good idea for kids like us to keep changing their living environment. Thus, family is HIS priority. =)<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">* Why say the sky is the limit, when there are footprints on the moon? *<br><br></span></span> </div>Will CK Teohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17216728031854332209noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460271539953697769.post-62724286793874968292009-02-19T20:25:00.006+08:002009-02-22T14:14:31.251+08:00Putting Cock And Bull Together<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I never knew what a cock (chicken) and a bull (cow) can be use together...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Until I saw this ...</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SZ1Uh_YJ9FI/AAAAAAAAAbI/eZqusrcPd80/s1600-h/17022009193+%28Small%29.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SZ1Uh_YJ9FI/AAAAAAAAAbI/eZqusrcPd80/s320/17022009193+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304488879037477970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A pub called "Cock & Bull"...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Guess the owner like to tell <a href="http://williethefistmeister.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-to-be-rich-man-for-dummies.html">cock and bull stories</a>, just like me ... =D</span><br /><br />Oh, My... myyyy... Blow water restaurant ka?... XD<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >* Creativity is the sudden cessation of stupidity. *</span></span><br /><br /></div>Will CK Teohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17216728031854332209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460271539953697769.post-43257900863941147982009-02-19T01:56:00.026+08:002009-02-19T20:23:05.643+08:00First Time ...<div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" align="justify"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">First time</span> to work until almost <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">10pm</span> in the office;<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">First time</span> to be in a meeting for almost <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">4 hours</span>;<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">First time</span> to have <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">mixed feelings</span> and have to cope with the <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">emotions</span> while having to <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">concentrate in a meeting</span>;<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">First time</span> to have <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">so many feelings in a day</span>;<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">First time</span> to be so <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">confident</span> to myself that <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I WILL SUCCEED</span> one day;<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">First time</span> to <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">EAT A BLOODY GOD DAMN EXPENSIVE "ALIVE PRAWN ALIVE MEE" (生虾生面)</span> in my entire life!!! @#$%^&*()_#@$%^&*(#$%^<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SZxO4RfOg4I/AAAAAAAAAbA/om6lF_g-60A/s1600-h/1jx1u-896cab89904a4c03e8e398fe9566cd52.499c4e8d.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304201189809619842" style="width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_ti_taNNPA/SZxO4RfOg4I/AAAAAAAAAbA/om6lF_g-60A/s320/1jx1u-896cab89904a4c03e8e398fe9566cd52.499c4e8d.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >RM117</span> for <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">a dish</span></span> for <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">2 persons</span></span> with <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">4 prawns</span></span> shared by <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">4 persons</span></span>!!! WTF MAN!!! This is ridiculous!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">P/S :</span> Keep telling myself ...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">“</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">在不顺意时,要记得随时鼓励自己,对自己说,‘ </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">我是可以的!</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">’ ...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">笑一笑,很快可以挨过去的... </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Everything will be fine... Everything will be just fine......... =)</span> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">* Nice guy / Mr. Right - The ones women always say they're looking for yet at the same time never seem attracted to. *<br /><br /></span></span></div>Will CK Teohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17216728031854332209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460271539953697769.post-70602287351322742062009-02-12T01:37:00.007+08:002009-02-12T02:03:41.357+08:00!@#$%^&*()#@#$1.40am,<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />超讨厌这种感觉... 不想再要有这种感觉了...<br /><br />!@!##@$@#$%^^%$^&%&^%<br /><br />偶尔不要管酱多,不在乎,做人也会开心点!!! Let's mengamalkan tidak apa attitude... The Si Lan Dan attitude... Don't give a damn about everything, anything ... FUCK!<br /><br />老板教的 ...<br /><br />“ 在不顺意时,要记得随时鼓励自己,对自己说,‘ <span style="font-weight: bold;">我是可以的!</span>’ ...<br />笑一笑,很快可以挨过去的... ”<br /><br /></div>Will CK Teohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17216728031854332209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460271539953697769.post-84667840704771219582009-02-09T05:11:00.003+08:002009-02-09T05:13:07.383+08:00Quote 002<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">" </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">做男人,要有抱负,要有责任感 ...</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> "</span><br /><br /></div>Will CK Teohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17216728031854332209noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460271539953697769.post-81416950255070470242009-02-07T09:32:00.009+08:002009-02-08T11:15:32.614+08:00Quote 001<div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;">I am going to post some nice quotes that I like according to my thoughts and feelings without any stories. It's a very short entry though. Sorry to those who couldn't read Chinese. Sometimes I feel that some quotes are better to be written in Chinese, so please bear with me okai? =)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">" 有事钟无艳,没事夏迎春 "<br /><br /></span></div>Will CK Teohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17216728031854332209noreply@blogger.com4