<?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-10998478</id><updated>2011-08-16T18:34:11.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wee Wang Wang Wee Wang Wang~~!</title><subtitle type='html'>All about my daily life style..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-114061225956728486</id><published>2006-02-22T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T09:04:56.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I watch the water rushing down, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I slip my hands into cool flow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel my hopes slowly drown,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and see love's fading wistful glow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about what might have been,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if only what, or how or when?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What was it that I might've seen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if I had chanced to true love again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water feels healing on my tired hands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dream of seashores' happy ways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and faraway calling of distant lands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and laughter echoing from long ago days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is bowed, the tears won't come,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as I watch water go down the drain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but this time its taking more than my hopes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's also taking my pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart is gone for a long ride,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it'll be back someday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I feel empty-hurt inside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope my heart isn't too far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's left me with feelings bare,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no love to share,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The heartbreaker threw my feelings away,&lt;br /&gt;I've stood in the cold and been left astray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now's the time to pull myself together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Find everything that has gone away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got to do that for myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or I'll be heartless forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-114061225956728486?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/114061225956728486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=114061225956728486' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/114061225956728486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/114061225956728486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-watch-water-rushing-down-i-slip-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-113955236077437097</id><published>2006-02-10T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T14:19:20.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning</title><content type='html'>Loving&lt;br /&gt;Watching&lt;br /&gt;Hoping&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Breathing&lt;br /&gt;Wanting&lt;br /&gt;Needing&lt;br /&gt;Aching&lt;br /&gt;Quivering&lt;br /&gt;Searching&lt;br /&gt;Finding&lt;br /&gt;Welcoming&lt;br /&gt;Touching&lt;br /&gt;Tasting&lt;br /&gt;Knowing&lt;br /&gt;Sharing&lt;br /&gt;Feeling&lt;br /&gt;Delighting&lt;br /&gt;Yearning&lt;br /&gt;Reaching&lt;br /&gt;Yielding&lt;br /&gt;Rejoicing&lt;br /&gt;Loving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-113955236077437097?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/113955236077437097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=113955236077437097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113955236077437097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113955236077437097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2006/02/burning.html' title='Burning'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-113925747378348680</id><published>2006-02-07T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T04:28:20.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The differences among us could in theory be determined so subtle to be almost indistinguishable, a fraction more in one, a fraction less in another with the only real difference being reaction. Discernible in tense situations, clear in a crisis. One difference, a common ground, making it yet another similarity.&lt;br /&gt;One key that covers a full explanation.&lt;br /&gt;Often unknown to the person themselves, more often denied through a host of different methods designed to alter personal perception, to make everything alright, to make-believe satisfaction. A set of building blocks with which to construct excuses, in which to way-lay responsibility. Very much easier to see from the outside, yet it becomes unmentionable.&lt;br /&gt;In some, their reactions become almost instantly predictable. In others, the key can take a long time to find. Not necessarily because it is more complex, it is likely just to be better hidden. Elusively, mysteriously, alluringly even, to those looking in. Sometimes it just takes one situation, often something small for everything to fall into place. It can be quite sad, when it happens. Disappointing. And the question becomes, how much does it change. Is what is left enough?&lt;br /&gt;Often it just isn't and that's  all there is to it.&lt;br /&gt;One cannot help but admire for better or worse, the very few who can be truly honest about who they are and what they want. Such complex beings, yet we often seek to be described in a few concrete preferably positive terms. Generous, honest, kind to name a few. Rather peculiar behaviour, when one considers, the benefits of being thought of as intricate.&lt;br /&gt;One key. Much easier to ascertain in others than in ourselves. Besides only the select few would willingly wish to find or for that matter turn their own key. Understandably. It would be like starting over again, an unrecognisable fresh slate.&lt;br /&gt;If found, however, it could very well be the only way to defy  limitation.&lt;br /&gt;But would we choose to know given the option. And what would we do with the information, once bestowed upon us. Most would probably continue to deny it. How else could they pretend to be content.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-113925747378348680?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/113925747378348680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=113925747378348680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113925747378348680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113925747378348680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2006/02/differences-among-us-could-in-theory.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-113906979025188210</id><published>2006-02-04T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T09:20:58.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i couldn't sleep! whole night thinking of her! i just got to know she's already in relationship with someone else. my heart felt so uncomfortable.. sigh.. distance... i guess distance really tear us apart.. why is't life so complicated? why is't life so unfair? sometimes, i just thought of grabbing a knife and pierce it to my heart. i'm so headache and sick right now.. fever, flu, sorethroat, and everything comes at once. i really don't know what am i suppose to do now.. i feel so lost... lost in the wonderland.. It's just like i watch the water rushing down, i slip my hands into cool flow, i feel my hopes slowly drown and see love's fading wistful glow.. I think about what might have been if only what, or how or when? What was it that I might've seen if I had chanced to "......." .... Should i give up? or should i continue falling in love with her.. ? Coz i'm truely madly deeply in love with her since the day i get to know her in college. My love is like the distant star from the heavens above who shone down on me. Though we may be far apart, she lives in me like a flower that never dies.. like a light that never goes out. my love is the rain that blossoms me and make me grow. and she is the rainbow after the rain. the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.. full of promise and full of hope, one I found and i which i should believed in. With every breath I will whisper her name with every spark of colour. I wish that we will paint our life together. Every word I write in my blog is written for her, otherwise I could have stop blogging for ages. Coz she is my dream, my reality. She is firmly cemented in my soul and in my heart. Where she is I am.. and I think I should continue blogging. Although she may never view my blog. But with the pot of gold, I hope she'll know my feeling for her. My love for her. The endless love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-113906979025188210?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/113906979025188210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=113906979025188210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113906979025188210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113906979025188210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-couldnt-sleep-whole-night-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-113905376075315479</id><published>2006-02-04T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T19:49:20.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-rest in peace-&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/10998478-113905376075315479?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/113905376075315479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=113905376075315479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113905376075315479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113905376075315479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2006/02/rest-in-peace.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-113905325310068000</id><published>2006-02-04T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T23:34:32.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heartbreak.. sigh... i have nothing to say.. just.. feel so dissapointed, a mood of gloom and despondency in my heart.. and.. sigh.. speechless... why i work so hard for? trying to get into medicine... and all such.. why i work so hard? why am i aiming so high? why am i taking biomedical science and intend to go uk for master when i already got an offer from a big company for petrol chemical engineering course which is highly pay? RM60,000 . it's such a big a amount! 60k per month.. i'm gonna be hell rich if take up that course? why i reject their offer? for the sake of what? now, i feel that i'm making my life shorter... sigh... life is so unfair... god is always so unfair to the person who deserve to be it. may be god thinks that i'm not good enough for her. sigh.. perhaps god is right.. i have nothing much to say.. just dont wanna talk to anyone now.. i wont be updating my blog anymore.. until some mircale happens... feel like suiciding myself now.. rather than suffering like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;god, pls give me a sign of what am i suppose to do next?&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/10998478-113905325310068000?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/113905325310068000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=113905325310068000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113905325310068000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113905325310068000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2006/02/heartbreak.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-113847280891812792</id><published>2006-01-29T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T15:34:53.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to say it no matter what,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the feeling i've kept inside of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for so long,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel really uncomfortable with it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coz i'm deeply in love with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i doubted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;being able to protect her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I was thinking about it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought I was gonna go crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking about her constantly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;worrying about her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and missing her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was really hurting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loving someone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hurts and it's tiring,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's not something I could stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going to her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't stop that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...As much as the entire universe exploding,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As much as the waters in every ocean drying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With my sprit burst,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as much as it spreads outward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love her very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love her so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope she see this message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope she'll read my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope she know how I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some people may think that i'm stupid,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or... silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, I know in my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm doing the right thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though we live far apart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it's gonna drive me crazy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then I guess,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It'll all work just fine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as long as I still love her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will never give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My love to her is endless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's no way I can end this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's no way I could forget her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coz i'm deeply falling in love with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love her more than life itself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there's no way I can mend this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's my everything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm nothing without her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My love for her is endless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loving you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-wilson-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-113847280891812792?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/113847280891812792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=113847280891812792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113847280891812792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113847280891812792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-to-say-it-no-matter-whatthe.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-113847152793421557</id><published>2006-01-29T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T02:05:28.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no idea why I wanna revive my blog out of sudden. May be I'm just too bored throughout this summer holidays. I feel so useless, i'm such a pathetic guy! I spent most of my holidays doint nothing. Games! Games! Games! Such a kid. I fucking 20 this year and yet I still play small kid's game. Sometimes, I even ask myself what am I doing? Why am I wasting my time playing games. Why didn't I go find jobs? Why? Why? I think it's all about love. Why? I don't know. It's just my feeling. The feeling of missing someone. @$%^&amp;*() .. *i'm stuck* don't know how to continue the blog.. I've lost my inspiration of writing blog. My english is like shit. My bahasa malaysia is like shit. My mother tounge's language is like shit. Everything is just a piece of shit. What am I doing? School's gonna start soon and i'll be back to melbourne in a week. Aih.. I'm so dissapointed that I couldn't get into medicine course but biomedical science instead. Err.. *stuck again* Oh! Happy Chinese New Year everyone.. Wish yall have splendid new year. All the best in everything. May all your dreams come true and god bless yall always. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--==END==--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-113847152793421557?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/113847152793421557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=113847152793421557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113847152793421557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113847152793421557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-no-idea-why-i-wanna-revive-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-113325625527959029</id><published>2005-11-29T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T17:24:15.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When can I see you again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The world stood still, when I first met you.&lt;br /&gt;You caught my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Things are never the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My senses numb.&lt;br /&gt;The word still reverberates repeatedly in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT's hard to breathe ever since then.&lt;br /&gt;The coldness sweeps, warm tears again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that you said, I've always cherished within.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a smile that I could never forget.&lt;br /&gt;Always been so happy, since you mended my wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to breathe ever since then.&lt;br /&gt;The coldness sweeps, warm tears again. T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-113325625527959029?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/113325625527959029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=113325625527959029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113325625527959029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113325625527959029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-can-i-see-you-again.html' title='When can I see you again?'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-113302549294235908</id><published>2005-11-27T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T01:19:00.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope is the thing  with feathers,&lt;br /&gt;That perches in the soul.&lt;br /&gt;And sings the tune,&lt;br /&gt;Without the words,&lt;br /&gt;and never stops at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope, like the gleaming taper's light,&lt;br /&gt;Adorn and cheers our way;&lt;br /&gt;And still, as darker grows the night,&lt;br /&gt;Emits a brighter ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well.. I guess it's just a sigh,&lt;br /&gt;but, i'm still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting for that moment.&lt;br /&gt;I hope... I wish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that the seasons will meet in unison.&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/10998478-113302549294235908?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/113302549294235908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=113302549294235908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113302549294235908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113302549294235908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-wish.html' title='I wish...'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-113104070291374686</id><published>2005-11-04T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T01:58:22.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We shouldn"t let the moment pass us by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life"s too short&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We shouldn"t wait for the water to run dry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause we only have one shot at destiny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All im asking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could it be possibly you and me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you"d still go, ill understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you give me something just to hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if youll stay, ill hold your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause im truly madly, crazily in love with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For us to go our separate ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God forbid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But my mind is going crazy today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel so numb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im having nightmares but im awake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Help me God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fight this loneliness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take this pain away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you"re gone, im all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im still hoping that you would come back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont care how long, but im willing to wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause im truly madly crazily in love with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-113104070291374686?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/113104070291374686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=113104070291374686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113104070291374686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113104070291374686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-believewe-shouldnt-let-moment-pass.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-113098218210739126</id><published>2005-11-03T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T09:43:02.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is everything it's cracked up to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's why people are so cynical about it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It really is worth fighting for, risking everything for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the trouble is, if you don't risk everything, you risk even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-113098218210739126?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/113098218210739126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=113098218210739126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113098218210739126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113098218210739126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/11/love-is-everything-its-cracked-up-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-113094200635929755</id><published>2005-11-02T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T22:33:26.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Do me a favour!'</title><content type='html'>Experience has taught me to a certain extent, life is far simpler if one deters from relying on others.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I don't ask for favours.&lt;br /&gt;And I rarely accept offered favours.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, however, people will insist and it becomes rude to decline.&lt;br /&gt;In these cases, I certainly expect the favour to be done.&lt;br /&gt;When it isn't, such as now, it reconfirms the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;'Now' would have been simpler, had I declined.&lt;br /&gt;Now there is a grievance that would not otherwise have seen the light of day.&lt;br /&gt;It aggrevates me fiercely, especially since when asked for a favour or an offered favour accepted, I do all in my power to fulfill the obligation and I do it as soon as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-113094200635929755?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/113094200635929755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=113094200635929755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113094200635929755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113094200635929755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/11/do-me-favour.html' title='&apos;Do me a favour!&apos;'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-113074404842906525</id><published>2005-10-31T04:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T15:34:08.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try this.....</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not you can read it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;"I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer inwaht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas thought slpeling was ipmorantt..!!"&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-113074404842906525?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/113074404842906525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=113074404842906525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113074404842906525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113074404842906525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/10/try-this.html' title='Try this.....'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-113034539275029292</id><published>2005-10-27T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T00:49:52.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let go..</title><content type='html'>Whenever life seems to drift you away from me, I can't help but cry. You've grown to be such a part of me that without you life is no more than a desperate sigh. They do say love comes and goes, and to that I disagree. So, here's my hand, take it and don't let go of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-113034539275029292?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/113034539275029292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=113034539275029292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113034539275029292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113034539275029292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-let-go.html' title='Don&apos;t let go..'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-113034453745724332</id><published>2005-10-27T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T00:40:43.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4115/874/1600/OldCoupleInLove13-06-1974-400pix21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 69px" height="108" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4115/874/200/OldCoupleInLove13-06-1974-400pix2.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some people, they long for each other&lt;br /&gt;They love to talk, holding the other ones' hand&lt;br /&gt;They always understand&lt;br /&gt;Some people cry, some people know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the word unspoken with a voice unheard&lt;br /&gt;When a thought is broken by a tender word&lt;br /&gt;When a heart is moved, when a heart is known&lt;br /&gt;The silence tells you you're not alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-113034453745724332?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/113034453745724332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=113034453745724332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113034453745724332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113034453745724332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/10/some-people.html' title='Some people'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-113034346251039882</id><published>2005-10-25T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T00:17:42.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love problems.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather I love the feeling of solving them.&lt;br /&gt;I woke this morning and made a list of the kind 'requiring urgent attention' and there were, wait for it......, 7! Half of those had my mind in a tailspin wondering how in the world, I would be able to find a solution. Still, never one to back down from a challenge, I got up extra early and spent most of the day travelling around the city talking to a handful of disrespectful idiots.&lt;br /&gt;I love disresptectful idiots too. Or rather, I love the reaction they evoke in me. This is when it is a real plus to be extremely stubborn and a healthy amount of rage doesn't detract from the objective either. The objective being getting things to go my way.&lt;br /&gt;I may have fabulous debating skills or just a mouth that gives the impression it will run on forever making them give in, either way it doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;My list for tomorrow is down to 3.&lt;br /&gt;After today's 4, tomorrow's 3 should be a breeze.(I hope).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-113034346251039882?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/113034346251039882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=113034346251039882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113034346251039882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/113034346251039882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-love-problems.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-112829156939761975</id><published>2005-10-03T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T14:05:14.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian style...</title><content type='html'>Since my lil' aunty couldn't understand the content in my blog, therefore, I should do it Malaysian's style..&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Aku mau mati la... Holiday sudah over.. I kena balik to school again.. It's already 4am and I still couldn't sleep.. I dono why.. Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' here.. Keep rollin' rollin' rollin there.. lol.. Oleh itu, I jump off from my bed, and pergi buka computer terus.. I dono what can I do at 4am. Check friendster loh.. Check e-mail loh.. Check my blog loh.. Check this loh.. Check that loh.. Haih.. I tunggu for someone reply my mail, but still belum reply aku.. Sigh.. Sedihnya aku.. Nangis lah... Lonely.. I am so lonely.. feeling so lonely.. Aduh.. Sungguh sedih and depressed la.. macam mana ni.. May be dia tak mau peduli I lagi.. sigh.. sedih.. Apa lagi? nangis loh.. Tears in my eyes.. Aih.. Tak pe loh... May be dia busy, no masa to reply aku.. Alamak.. sudah pukul 5am lah.. still tak boleh tidur.. Tak pe.. I try to sleep..[back to my bed].. Continue blog aku later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 6am, burung berkokok.. I still couldn't sleep.. Rindu dia lah.. I keep hoping dia to online, but.. sigh.. dissapointment.. Continue blog aku loh.. I opened the Adelaide interview letter for the dentistry to thorough check the date and time.. Ish.. BENGANGNYA aku... babi betul... I aku tengok salah masa... Damm it... Guess what? I booked the wrong flight ticket.. Bencinya... Alamak! What should I do? I can change the flight time? Haiyo.. Damm la... I'm so freakin' pissed.. Already depressed.. And now, satu lagi benda buat aku benci.. Alamak.. tolong aku... Aih.. Don't care la... Have to go back to StudentFlight Centre to ask for pertukaran masa. Entah can or not.. Just cuba lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih.. Already 7am, now is alarm berkokok.. Have to take my shower now.. *away*&lt;br /&gt;I'm back... Aih, it's only 7.15am, hungry lah.. masak maggi mee loh... *yum yum* Sungguh delicious.. Aih... Still lapar, don't care la.. Later go buy sushi.. Wahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 8am, just chill around and check out the latest flight time to Adelaide.. Sigh.. So sien right now.. I miss her so much.. I wonder, how's she now.. Hope she can reply aku loh.. Wait and wait and wait and wait.. Tak pe lah.. Bersabarlah a bit.. Patience is state of virtue.. Entah apa aku cakap.. Cakap nonsense.. Boleh pergi mampuslah! *listening to Axel F- Crazy Frog* Ting Ting... bam bam... brump brump beh.. Ting Ting... Bedebumbum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 8.30am, and I have to get ready to school... Sien.. Holidays make my brain rusty.. Have to start belajar dengan baik-baik... I mesti do well in my finals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.. That's it, gtg now.. That's all for my beautiful nice blog.. Hey! My lil' aunt..! You have to read this blog..! and I hope you'll read it..! Coz it's for you! lol.. It' my best ever post.. People might think that i'm so daft..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm completely wreck.. Damm freakin' moody today! Glummy!]&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. So.. [Distressing! Depressed! Dissapointment Sorrowness! Excruciating! Poignant!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Love denies gravity, letting me fly into the skies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-112829156939761975?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/112829156939761975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=112829156939761975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/112829156939761975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/112829156939761975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/10/malaysian-style.html' title='Malaysian style...'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-112784733365553878</id><published>2005-09-28T04:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T02:55:33.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"And even though I know how very far apart we are, it helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star. And when the night winds start to sing a lonesome lullaby, it helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky. Somewhere out there, if love can see us through then, we'll be together ... Somewhere out there, out where dreams, come true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the movie, "An American Tale"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-112784733365553878?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/112784733365553878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=112784733365553878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/112784733365553878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/112784733365553878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-even-though-i-know-how-very-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-112759193190812761</id><published>2005-09-25T05:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T04:01:30.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some day, after we have mastered the winds and the waves, the tides and gravity, we will harness the energies of love. And, for the second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-112759193190812761?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/112759193190812761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=112759193190812761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/112759193190812761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/112759193190812761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-day-after-we-have-mastered-winds.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-112759149234845332</id><published>2005-09-24T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T03:54:22.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If enduring pain, braving shame, despising one's self for the sake of affection and accepting misery without question is the definition of love - then, I LOVE YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-112759149234845332?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/112759149234845332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=112759149234845332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/112759149234845332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/112759149234845332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/09/if-enduring-pain-braving-shame.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-112759118589605171</id><published>2005-09-23T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T03:53:32.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Multiply it by infinity, take it to the depths of forever and you'll still only have a glimpse of how much I love you. *smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-112759118589605171?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/112759118589605171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=112759118589605171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/112759118589605171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/112759118589605171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/09/multiply-it-by-infinity-take-it-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-112716840993092350</id><published>2005-09-19T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T06:20:09.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A costly affair</title><content type='html'>Forgetfulness can be a costly affair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a small fortune in time and money yesterday delivering a letter personally, due to having forgotten to post it last Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-112716840993092350?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/112716840993092350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=112716840993092350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/112716840993092350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/112716840993092350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/09/costly-affair.html' title='A costly affair'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-112694405281507518</id><published>2005-09-17T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T16:04:07.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting For Miracles To Happen..!!</title><content type='html'>I never pay attention to horoscopes though I do have a compulsion to read them, whenever I come across one. Today is the exception, I heeded every word. It read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Things might not be exciting right now -- but hold on. Get ready for a surprise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm still waiting for the miracles to happen!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Detail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someone close to you may not come through in the way you had hoped, and you're left feeling let down. If you're not happy with their actions or felt they were out of line, now is your chance to change them. You don't necessarily have to confront them right away, but don't sit on your feelings and just hope that they'll go away. It's better for the health of your relationship to set boundaries that both of you can learn to respect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Very true and undeniably spooky!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-112694405281507518?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/112694405281507518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=112694405281507518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/112694405281507518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/112694405281507518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/09/waiting-for-miracles-to-happen.html' title='Waiting For Miracles To Happen..!!'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-112625330613407129</id><published>2005-09-09T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T16:08:26.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless Circle!</title><content type='html'>In the beginning, when comments were a non-factor, it never occured or mattered to me, what potential readers might deduce about my personality. I would still be hard-pressed to allow, I am becoming a comment junkie with a preference for the good stuff, but I have deliberately reclined from talking my thoughts out here, as per normal, in recent days. On the back of the happy post, an honest revelation would have given away, I am case-study material for fluctuating moods and opinions. Suddenly, it became one thing for me to write/read about this, and another thing for others to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, some of the inhabitants of blogland are, indirectly and only in part, the reason I have fallen from the high, I was feeling a few days ago. (Mainly through my admiration of their content/theme).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I have been reminded several times and in a variety of ways, I am not perfect. "Nobody is perfect" is my own comment to this statement, yet being a complete anal retentive in regards to my desire to be so, I hate being reminded, I am depressingly far from it. As a result, I have been putting my faults under a microscope, and when anything is looked at that closely, even the smallest of particles come into focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before moving on, a quote from Jason's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have always said when one comes to an epiphany about themselves or about life, the universe has a way of throwing a stumbling block in your path to test your newfound beliefs and convictions. Does one revert back to a mentality of cynicism, grief and despair, or does one stand firm[...]".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, letting go of various long-established behavioural patterns is causing no end of internal conflict. Accusations of neediness and even louder accusations of unworthyness (How much do I really do for others? How nice a person am I really? I am far from perfect!) are locked together in a great battle of self-preoccupation. These petty thoughts yield in turn a distinct aversion to this part of my character that screams 'self-obsessed', and so it continues round and around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be annoying myself from every direction and at every turn!&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, it is my hesitance in pressing Publish Post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will they think?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-112625330613407129?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/112625330613407129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=112625330613407129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/112625330613407129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/112625330613407129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/09/useless-circle.html' title='Useless Circle!'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-112555386468865865</id><published>2005-09-01T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T06:17:12.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Days!</title><content type='html'>I've come full circle in recent days like I always do, when faced with a seemingly impossible curveball. It's the very improbability of my being able to bat it out of the ballpark that does it for me every time. The ironic idiosyncrasy of this type of pickle is emphasized by the very act of trying to avoid it, and sure as day, the largest aspect that takes root in my mind is the humour of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles and laughter and those little burst of joy that spring forth from the heart and make us catch our breath in moments of ecstacy have been catching me unawares constantly for a good 48 hours. I feel great! I feel happy, and sure there will be two weeks of moronic bumbling coming up in the near future, but in the vast scheme of things, it is but a hiccup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the above, I have to laugh some more - at myself and my initial full-speed leap into panic-mode. Looking around at what other people are dealing with - gosh, who was I to complain! I'm blessed in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so exultant today, as I just received a mail from the University of Adelaide after I came back from school. I've been selected for the Dentistry interview. I'm so ecstatic about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on cloud nine..!! *smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-112555386468865865?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/112555386468865865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=112555386468865865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/112555386468865865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/112555386468865865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-happy-days.html' title='Oh Happy Days!'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-112443311566737114</id><published>2005-08-19T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T14:33:19.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feed My blog..</title><content type='html'>Well, it's kinda hard for me to blog these days.. Getting busier and busier.. Just like a bee buzzing around for honey. Oh! Hell man.. I'm gonna have my interview for entry to MBBS Monash Uni. next Thursday. Sigh.. I'm so nervous now.. I seriously can't think of anything right now. Everything in my mind now is only someone. Argh! I have to start studying! Trials is around the corner within 3weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is true love? It's learning from our mistakes and growing in wisdom together. It's sharing the secrets of our heart sand trusting each other with our dreams for tomorrow its complementing one anothers strengths and weaknesses talking through misunderstandings until they make sense. and trusting the familarity of everyday life into the intimacy and passion of a LIFELONG ROMANCE. Sometimes when you want to hold onto love cuz you feel desperate for the other person to give love back to you, the best thing you can do for yourself is to let it go&lt;br /&gt;You might be in love with someone who for whatever reasons just cannot return the love to you--who knows why they cannot return the love, don't spend to much of your time trying to figure that out, that is their job to do. If you're feeling sad and down because someone has let you down, or is ignoring you or just not putting forth any effort to show you love back,I want to yall to understand this one thing, this unwillingness to love is that person's genuine loss. If you're feeling lonely, unwanted, sad, depressed because of love, I want to let yall know I most definitely understand and I feel for yall. I've been walking in your shoes lately and I've decided I'm tired of hearing the excuses, accuses and refuses. To all of the sensitive souls out there who feel rejected, unimportant, uncared about, silly,I just want to let yall know that your willingness to love, in spite of the pain it can bring, makes you a true student of life, a liver and lover of life. Those who cut others off and refuse to return love miss the absolute best life has to offer. You who are able to show and give love, take that love and spread it around to those you see who need it and appreciate it. So maybe it's not romantic love at that point. It's still love and love conquers all. And I'll tell you guys a secret. When yall start spreading love in this way, to others who really need it--maybe lonely old people sitting in a nursing home, maybe kids whose parents work and don't get much positive attention, perhaps a friend who is going through a difficult time, God rewards you for that kind of sharing. This is what I want to tell you. Don't let the harshnessand selfishness of someone who cannot appreciate your love stop you from giving love. Cuz when you start spreading that gorgeous love of yours around, even when you're so low you feel like you couldn't get any lower, God will bring it back to you. What goes around comes around, remember? All the gold in China won't make a person who is lacking in grace and kindness be able or willing to love you, so don't waste one more tear or one more agonizing moment wondering what you've done wrong or what you could've done differently. Of course it's okay to grieve the loss of love, but if you truly want to feel love in your life again, and I know you do, release what is causing you so much pain and start on a new journey. Love will find you, then, because like attracts like, and also, because you have now made your heart open to receive real love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're really in love with someone. Please take your opportunity to fullfil your life. Don't let it wasted just like this. Once the crystal is broken, it'll never return to a the same shape as it again. Unless you get a new one, but definitely it'll not be as nice a the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really in love right now. My love is like the distant star from the heavens above who shone down on me. Though we may be far apart, she lives in me like a flower that never dies like a light that never goes out. I never give up on her. And i'm still chasing for it. I'm trying to catch her before the winds blow away. My love is the rain that blossoms me and makes me grow, she is the rainbow after the rain, the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow full of promise and full of hope one I found and believed in. With every breath I will whisper her name, with every spark of colour I will paint our life together. Every word I write is written for her 'coz she is my dream, my reality. She is firmly cemented in my soul and in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end my blog for today, I'll just drop down another quote;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life without Love is like a harp without strings!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-112443311566737114?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/112443311566737114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=112443311566737114' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/112443311566737114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/112443311566737114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/08/feed-my-blog.html' title='Feed My blog..'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-112421322104700339</id><published>2005-08-17T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T14:41:12.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Keep My Blog Alive..</title><content type='html'>As time goes, everything around me have changed. Even me myself had already changed. Sigh..! Life is so miserable..! It has been months i never update my blog. Since my "dear aunt" has been complaining that I never update my blog at all. Therefore, i'm here just to drop by a couple of words for my blog. Ever since after I stopped blogging, I realized that I've been talkin' crap through out the whole while for previous post in my blog...[but some are excluded] Quite a couple of post that I wrote was actually something bout love. Well, can't deny that. It's not a crap. It's a truth. I'm not gonna talk much at the moment for today, 'coz it's really getting late by the time I finished writing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just leave a love quote for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love is like a river, never ending as it flows, but gets greater with time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll continue my blog tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, thanks to those who still enter my blog and catch for my updates.. Thx a lot.. Really appreciate it. Laters..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-112421322104700339?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/112421322104700339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=112421322104700339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/112421322104700339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/112421322104700339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-keep-my-blog-alive.html' title='Just Keep My Blog Alive..'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-111841391925496216</id><published>2005-06-10T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T22:31:59.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating my blog..</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well... Say hello...... to my blog again... It's been a long long time.. This blog is so dead.. Haha.. Hm.. Already 1 month I didn't update my blog.. So, I'm here today just to fill in some craps in my blog..  I sincerely appologise to Ei-leen for neglecting my blog... Well, I was so-freaking busy for the pass few weeks.. Exams, oral presentation, homeworks and etc..etc.. All these things are so freaking me out.. It will never end.. Everyday, I have to complete my homeworks, prepare for presentation and "STUDY".. Yeah.. Have to prepare for the exams and all sorts.. It's killing me now.. And I'm so freaking tired of it.. Yet, I still go to gym.. Haha.. Yeah.. Gym became one of my favourite hang out lately.. Went there to lose fats.. and try to build up my body.. Haha.. I have no idea whether I gain weight or lost weight.. Before I came to Aussie, I was 62kg.. But yesterday, when I stand of the weight scale, I got shocked and I almost fainted.. I'm already 69kg... OH MY GOD! What the hell is going wrong with me.? Is the weight scale error or am I gaining lots of weight.. Wow... I gain 7kg in 2months.. That's totally unbelievable... Ridiculous.! I guess, I ate too much supper.. Haha.. Went to Hungry Jack's in the middle of the night.. Ate too much ice-cream... Haha.. My parents told me that, I put on weight.. They said I'm "fat".. Grr.. Insult.. I'm not fat.. Many people said that I've changed. But i'm not.. Haha.. Well, this is it.. I am who I am.. Erm, well.. may be I became more hip-hop.. or whatever.. I started to learn dancing.. Oh! Wait! I'm not dancing jazz, cha-cha or waltz or whatever.. What I learned is shuffling.. It comes with techno songs, and you'll start to dance.. That's what we called "Melbourne Shuffle". Usually this dance can be seen in disco and clubs.. Wherever there's a techno song, there will be a dance.. Just more like it... It's kind of fun, cool and stylish... With the hip-hop style.. Haha.. Although I've never been to disco or club before.. But, i'm learning it.. Haha.. It's so..so.. COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Change topic.. I was so happy and so sad today.. Yep.. Have two feelings.. One sad feeling in the morning and another happy mood in the afternoon. I have Chemistry test today.. Stupid-idiot Physics lecturer let us out late and cause me late for the chemistry test.. And I was so freaking pissed today with my chemistry test.. I totally screw it off... I guess I'm not gonna get 90 above this time.. May be 50-70.. Sigh.. So sad.. But anyway, I was so happy after that.. I got my result for Maths test.. I got 94.. At least I managed to cover back my sadness in the morning.. After finished my classes.. I went home and took some nap..  Harold, my classmate, went to gym with me in the evening.. We were supposed to do some cardio, abs and etc..etc.. But.. We went for dancing class instead.. Haha.. Well, it's free.. So, it can't be bothered and we just went in the dancing class so called "Body Jam". Haha.. It's so funny tho'. And it's a lil' bit different from the dance I learned lately.. But it's really fun.. And overall, not bad.. I managed to handle a couple of steps and movement.. Haha.. But it's really weird actually.. The ratio of guys to girls is 1:10 . There were only 4 guys out of 40 peoples in the class... Weird weird weirdo.. Whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired.. So exhausted.. So sleepy.. So hungry.. Haha.. it's 12.15am here now.. It's late now.. and yet i'm not gonna sleep.. Don't know what to do.. May be going out to Hungry Jack's for supper later.. hehe.. Well, this is it.. I guess it's enough for today.. And I shall update my blog as SOON as possible.. Haha.. By the way, I'll be back on 1st July.. Who want koala bear? What colour you guys want? Let me know and I'll get it for yall.. NOTE: I only bring back koala bear [small doll].. Haha.. That's it.. Cya guys.. Take care... And happy holidays to all my friends who finished A'levels few days ago.. Haha.. Catch yall later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-111841391925496216?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/111841391925496216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=111841391925496216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111841391925496216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111841391925496216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/06/updating-my-blog.html' title='Updating my blog..'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-111556388310476912</id><published>2005-05-08T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:51:23.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired... Exhausted...</title><content type='html'>Back to blog again... Yesterday after I finished posting, I went to do some revision and studies. My friends asked me whether I wanna join them play mahjong.. but I ignored them.. Haha.. At last I already know how to play mahjong.. Check it out.. I already know a lot of stuff after I came over here..  But definately I'll control myself, things that I should do and things that I shouldn't do.. Must not involve in gambles... While doing some revision, I watched them play mahjong along till 6am and went to sleep till 8am... lol.. Slept for 2 hours only? Coz my friends planned to go Albert Park today at 9am.. So, that's why I woke up early.. But, unfortunately my friends still sleeping coz played mahjong till 6am. So, the trip is delayed.. I went back to my bed and continue sleeping till 12pm. At around 1pm, we started our journey to Albert Park. Guess what we did at there? We went to aquatic centre for swimming. Haha.. Although i'm not good in swimming, but i'm still in process of learning it.. I'm gonna be a good swimmer 1 day.. =) I had my very nice sauna and spa there... It's so fun... My whole body and mind is so light and relax.. After we spent our whole afternoon at aquatic, we went to the lake and get some fresh air before the sun set.. As we walked around the lake.. I can smell the autumm air.. Wow.. Amazing... The park is just like a heaven for me.. We walked around the lake for almost 1 hour and half. My body and legs started to shiver as it gets darker.. Coz at night it's a lil bit colder.. It's almost 6am after we finished walking.. We went back to city square and get our dinner.. I was so hungry at that time. So, we went to have buffet dinner.. Haha.. Such a wonderful day but it's a tiring day.. After dinner, I walked home like a pregnant lady my stomach was so full till I can't get off from the chair. Extremely tired and completely exhausted... Spent whole day outside, and it's time to get back to studies.. Haha.. Two test coming up on Tuesday. Study-study-study, that's the only way to score high.. Haha.. That's all for today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah.. today is Mother's day.. I'm here right now to wish my mom Happy Mother's Day, and to all those who had already become a mother, wish them Happy Mother's Day too.. Have a nice day to everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-exhausted but fun-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-111556388310476912?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/111556388310476912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=111556388310476912' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111556388310476912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111556388310476912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/05/tired-exhausted.html' title='Tired... Exhausted...'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-111540543886321145</id><published>2005-05-06T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T02:50:38.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st test...</title><content type='html'>It's Friday again today... In 3 weeks time, I had already learned alot from this foundation. An express course that will decide where my future is. My studies is like a flying jet... Travels from point A to point B at a short period of time. The lecturers are starting to press the pedal and accelerate. Although I can cope up with my studies at this stage, but I feel uncomfortable. Lecturers are going too fast.. Homeworks are getting more and more.. More and more chapters to be revise. There's not much time for me to play a fool, indeed I still have time to play basketball and join basketball competition. I wish there's a holiday for me.. but.. NO.. none.. I'll only be having a semester break on June and that will only last for 10days. Although I have the 10days semester break, but I still have to go to school and do my presentation. I really hope I can go back to M'sia for semester break.. *sobs* When my lecturers told us that, we'll still have to go to school during holidays, I was like "What the hell. Isn't it supposed to be a holiday for us?" It was like a whole peace of shit for me. Oh well, life is full of obstacles. Everyday the flowers bloom more during the spring. Everyday my hearts gets stronger. Everyday my minds think better. Everyday my studies gets better. A person has to put effort on it in order to earn a prize. That is what we called as commitment. Although my heart is still in M'sia, but I opened up my mind, and did what I'm supposed to do here. Concentrate on my studies is the 1st line priority. But on the other way round, I really wish I could meet someone that I miss right now. My feeling towards her will never fade in my heart. Just like my blood in my body will never dry up till I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was my 1st test. I woke up early today and read through again and again all my chemistry notes. I never feel so energetic before throughout my life. I was late for the Chemistry test today, and yet I managed to finish it in a short period of time. I did the whole Chemistry paper confidently, and I'm very confident of myself for scoring at least 90marks or may be 100marks. Last Friday was my dad's birthday. I wasn't there to celebrate my dad's birthday and I didn't post and present for my dad. And this coming Sunday is mother's day. What I can do is to score high marks in my test as a present for my dad and my mom. The confident of myself in the test proves that, study makes a person perfect. I always remember this line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good-better-best,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And never let it rest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till the good is better,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the better is best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's already 3am here after i finish typing my post for today. Time to do some studies before I go out to play basketball. And I'm still thinking now, whether I should go out and get some exercise on basketball or not.. Sigh.. That's all for today.. Good morning to everyone who is reading this post now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-111540543886321145?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/111540543886321145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=111540543886321145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111540543886321145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111540543886321145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-1st-test.html' title='My 1st test...'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-111493976107148996</id><published>2005-05-01T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T17:29:21.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball freak...</title><content type='html'>Oh well, say hello to the wilson's blog again.. It's been a long time I didn't update my blog..Should be more than a week.. ;)  It's 1st May today.. I have been here for more than 2 weeks already.. Hm.. Class has already started, homeworks are piling up on my study table, dirty clothes are like a mountain; it's time to do some laundry.. Sigh... This week onwards, i'll have an extra classes... Damm.. Felt tired everyday. Why? This is crazy.. I played basketball quite often recently. Lately, I went out at night to play basketball. Each time I go out for basketball, definately will come back late in the morning. Sometimes come back 2am, sometimes 4am, and sometimes 6am... That's insane.. Some people thinks that i'm CRAZY, some people thinks that i'm INSANE and some thinks that i'm obsessed. I'm NOT.. lol.. It's kinda fun if you play games at night over here.. Coz of the weather, not hot and not too cold tho'. It's makes you feel comfortable when you play at night.. With a smooth sailing wind... blowing to your body... and vaporize all your sweats.. Kinda funny huh? I didn't sweat at all even though I play basketball non stop for hours.. That's why I prefer to play basketball at night.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about life styles in Melbourne here.. Definately it's better than M'sia. No doubt.. Haha.. A few friends of mine, which is from M'sia asked me, "How's life over there?" Well, i'm doing great here. Next question they asked me, "Get to know any pretty gals there?" "Remember to intro some to me." Haha.. Oh man.. come on... This is totally sick.. Lol..  Although there's 13 gals out of 20 in my class, but I don't really get to know them well yet.. Sometimes just say Hi and Bye.. That's all.. Haha.. I spent most of my time on studies and homeworks... Didn't really get a chance to socialize with peoples over here yet. But, definately i'll try to be more sociable and gregarious. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bazz, Bezz, Bizz, Bozz, Buzz... Feeling hungry now... haha.. Have to cook now.. Foods at outside are kinda expensive.. Around ASD7-10 per meal. Hehe... Anyone wanna try my foods? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I have just posted some pictures in my photo gallery, you guys can have a look on it.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg now... Have to cook dinner.. Geez... Take care guys.. For those who will be sitting for A2 in 3 weeks time, good luck then.. Cya all.. Keep in touch... I'll "try" to update my blog more often.. lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-111493976107148996?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/111493976107148996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=111493976107148996' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111493976107148996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111493976107148996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/05/basketball-freak.html' title='Basketball freak...'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-111397706855302241</id><published>2005-04-20T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T14:04:28.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation sux...</title><content type='html'>Hi guys.. how yall doing? I'm fine here.. doing well.. but feel a lil' bit boring sometimes.. Weather change quite often.. Sometimes cold sometimes hot... and... weather is quite dry.. Well, this is my 2nd post in melbourne.. And i'm in computer room right now.. haha.. I'm glad to see you guys actually read my blog.. =) Anyway, I had my orientation last Friday.. and it's so freaking boring... april intake only has 20 ppls.. duh...! and the orientation only took about 2hours+ SHIT... Out of my expectation.. I tot it's gonna be really intresting and long.. SHIT... and my class has more girls than guys.. 13 girls 7guys.. damm.. girls monopolize the class.. unlike those in PM01.. guys monopolize the class.. Haha.. only 6 girls in the class if im not mistaken.. Those girls are gig... On the 1st day of class, they already rush in the class and get the front row.. For god's sake.. Why would they wanna rush in and get the front row... There's not much diffrent btw 1st row and 2nd row.. Anyway, I feel that the syllabus here is pretty easy for me.. Coz I took A'levels before.. Haha.. I managed to solve all the difficult trigo question that everyone can't solve it.. Wahahaha...*grin* I'm so proud of myself.. Thanks to A'levels.. =p The lecturers are very friendly.. haha.. treat us just like best friend.. And, they are really polite..&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. i'm so bored right now.. have to cook sometimes.. have to do laundry.. and bla bla bla.. etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still haven't got my broadband.. Can't upload any pictures right now.. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think, that's all for today.. I'll try to update my blog as soon as possible.. hehe.. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cya guys.. Adios.. Aloha.. erm.. Take care.. and all the best in everything... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I MISS EVERYTHING IN MALAYSIA....!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-111397706855302241?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/111397706855302241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=111397706855302241' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111397706855302241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111397706855302241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/04/orientation-sux_20.html' title='Orientation sux...'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-111365181804585832</id><published>2005-04-16T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T19:43:38.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back~!</title><content type='html'>Haha.. I'm finally reach Aussie.. Too bad I don't have internet connection at the moment.. I may be have to wait for few weeks..  hehe... So, I'll just keep it short, well, i'm fine here.. Very fine... i'm healthy too.. haha... Sounds silly... Well, It's around 7-14 degree celcius over here.. not really cold... I just had my orientation yesterday.. And it was kinda boring... I'm gonna start my class soon, which is on next week monday.. Wohoo...  So excited... Well, my leg is my transport now... i'll have to walk everyday...Geez.. I wish I have a sport car here.. Audi TT, Porsche 911, Boxter S.. Damm... Just walk along the street and you can find at least 5 audi tt, 3 porsche 911 and boxter s.. Damm bloody rich fella.. Sigh... I feel so lonely today.. My dad just went back today... And now, i'm alone... ARGH.......... I'm gonna die of boringness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I better cut it short..Have to go now... Bye guys.. i'll update my blog more detail later... Hehe.. :p Happy holidays to those who are having holidays now... And happy studying to those who are studying right now... Aloha... Haha.. The cc is gonna close soon... Bye.. Take care guys... Take care... Hope to see you guys soon... And last but not least, I definitely miss yall... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-111365181804585832?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/111365181804585832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=111365181804585832' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111365181804585832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111365181804585832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back~!'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-111320469850009249</id><published>2005-04-11T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T15:32:41.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Day in Malaysia..</title><content type='html'>Wow... I'm so.. so.. so... excited... This is my last day in Malaysia..I'll be leaving for Melbourne today.. I mean, tonight.. Exactly 5hours from now, i'll be heading to the terminal. Exactly 6hours from now, i'll be floating in the air.. I would sincerely like to say thank you to everyone who helped me out.. To all my fellow old classmates, whom we already know for about 12years, and some of them for 14 years.. yes.. Since tadika till now.. Thanks to all my fellow classmates in college too.. I won't forget the dota match we had... I really appreciate it.. Thank you... Thank you... Thank you... To everyone... Take good care ok? Hope i'll still be able to see you guys when I get back by end of December or may be next year January. I'm gonna miss my family, my dearest aunty[Ei-leen]..., my fellow friends, and someone special to me... *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. So tired.. Slept so late yesterday, coz I went out for supper with my friends.. And came back late.. I didn't sleep, but I watched movie.. :p Today morning I was supposed to go out for lunch with Andy, but I can't make it.. Coz some of my friends wanna come over to my house. Andy, I'm so sorry.. There's all always a next time. =) Urgh... I thought no more dota for me already.. But, my friend woke me up with multiple messages.. Asking me go out for dota.. I thought Saturday will be my last dota... Geez.. Alright.. Today is my last dota match... I quit.. I resign from dota.. Akasha resign from dota.. That's it.. No more dota.. :p Or may be, there will be "a few" dota match for me, when I come back for holidays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think that's all what I can say.. Hope I won't be a Chinglish man when I come back to M'sia.. :P I'll definately gonna miss yall.. Adios! Aurevoir..! Sayonara! Aloha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-111320469850009249?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/111320469850009249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=111320469850009249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111320469850009249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111320469850009249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-last-day-in-malaysia.html' title='My Last Day in Malaysia..'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-111311627592124187</id><published>2005-04-08T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T19:02:29.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No dota today..</title><content type='html'>It's Friday again... Three more days left.. I tried to enjoy as much as possible before I leave Malaysia.. Well, I went to college today, coz there's supposed to be a final dota match between me and Wykeen. But ended up with not even a dota match. Coz, they already play dota match on last wednesday. Besides, some of them were rushing back home and some were playing futsal today.. But it's ok.. I'm alright with it.. There's always a next time.. =) So, I spend a couple of minutes to talk with Miss Chan. I totally appreciate their teaching and thanks a lot to all the lecturers except some bitchy lecturers... You guys know who... :p You know, I know and We know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, saying good bye to the lecturers, I made a move and do some "biznez". Sigh.. Nothing to do in college... I thought I came to college for no reason at all.. I was totally blank.. Don't know where to go.. Some of my friends went for lunch and some went home. Suddenly, Wen Ying called up.. She said wanna go Sunway Pyramid and get some stuff. So, I accompanied her.. I thought we will be there for shopping only.. But we ended up with movies, 31 Baskin Robin and etc.. I really had fun today... We actually watched the Robots.. At the begining of the show, I thought it's gonna be a boring movie.. But I continue watching it till the end.. It was so funny starting from the middle of the story.. Robots contains humor for both children and adults, with genres of humor ranging all over the map. The visuals were absolutely amazing but, as what Wen Ying said, this Robots definitely can't compare The Finding Nemo. After watching movie, we spend sometime taking photo at photo machine. It was really funny when we snap the photo. The photo machine is in Japanese language and we don't know how to read it. So, we simply click the button and ended with a funny photo. So, we decided to take another shot. This time we asked for help from the girl who incharge. Wen Ying is so sweet when she snap the photo.. Her smile is just like a cherry blossom in the spring. =) Thanks Wen Ying, you really brighten up my day and my life.. =) I feel shy to say this, but hope you don't mind.. Love you Wen Ying.. *blush* Those six different languages of "I love you" on the previous post is for you.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-111311627592124187?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/111311627592124187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=111311627592124187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111311627592124187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111311627592124187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-dota-today.html' title='No dota today..'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-111289045937954706</id><published>2005-04-07T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T02:14:21.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Step Closer..</title><content type='html'>Four days left.. Very fast isn't it? I'm just gonna make it short.. My parents was not around today.. They went out for shopping in KL and ditched me alone at home.. So, I went out for dota again.. Just a preparation for tomorrow's match.. :p Came back at 7pm for dinner, then I spent the whole night with my computer.. Play gunbound.. Sigh.. Streamyx line was so bad today.. Laggy.. And my computer got attacked by those malware and spyware.. It's pissing me off.. Damm it.. ANYONE KNOW HOW TO RE-FORMAT PC? Really nothing much to do.. What I did was surfing the net.. checking mails and news.. Not XXX..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm going to college tomorrow, just to meet my fellow friends and dota match.. I'm drunk again right now.. Just drank a few cups of wine.. Damm.. I'm so addicted to wine nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it for today.. Just to keep this blog short and alive.. Ready to sleep now.. Gd nitez everyone..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-111289045937954706?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/111289045937954706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=111289045937954706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111289045937954706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111289045937954706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-step-closer.html' title='Another Step Closer..'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-111263697250547145</id><published>2005-04-04T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T11:24:28.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exactly 1 week from now..</title><content type='html'>Since I didnt update my blog for quite sometime.. And also my dearest aunt hope to see me update my blog.. So, I should fulfill her request..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. What else I can say? Exactly 1 week from now.. Start counting with my fingers.. Day by day... Every single second is like a precious to me.. Everytime I countdown, I have feelings of loss and grief.. Time... pass really fast.. Each end of the day, I'm a step closer to the airport terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did within these few days? As usual I woke up late everyday.. Around 12-1pm.. Coz, I slept quite late recently.. Can't sleep actually.. [Thinking of something]... It's quite unusual for me to think of something.. Thinking of what? Can't tell.. It's P&amp;C (Private &amp;amp; Confidential). Anyway, back to the topic.. Every afternoon, my friends called me for dota..(as usual, sometimes even at night too..) On last Saturday, I tend to be a good boy.. Since I'm so free at home, instead of playing dota, I went to my mom's office and help them out with some paper work. It's kinda boring there... Just chit-chat with aunties-uncles and walk around the office.. At night, I went out again.. but, with my friends.. We went for dota.. Haha.. Friday... Wykeen... I'm ready for our final match...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Sunday, it's a family day. Me and my family, went down to kl for no reason.. We went to Federal Hotel for dim sum in the morning.. Yum-yum-yummy-yummy-yum-yum.. Went to KLCC and Sg Wang Plaza.. Bought some clothes.. I wanted to watch movie.. But parents don't want to.. So, we went to The Ship, for our very delicious dinner meal.. At night, when we reached home, I get some rest and taste some red wine.. Actually not "some", I drank 3 quarter of the red wine bottle. Felt so dissy.. Don't even have the grip on my foot to balance myself on the ground.. My mind is like so wavy... Can't think of anything.. Therefore, I went to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the next afternoon, which is today.. I woke up late again... As usual 1pm. Once I woke up, I get a msg from friend, "Wanna go for lunch and dota" ? Hell...! I just woke up and they asking for dota... But, in the end I went along.. :p Just now, after I taken my dinner, I started packing up my luggage.. OMG! So many stuff to bring over... IT'S MORE LIKE SHIFTING HOUSE.. Sigh... Fortunately, I have my dad to help me bring some stuff over for me. My packing isn't complete yet.. Will be continue packing in few more days later.. Sigh..It's already 2am in the morning now.. I guess it's really late now.. Better go to my dreamland now.. Besides, I have to wake up a lil' bit earlier tomorrow. Need to go salon and get my hair done. May be I should bold my hair.. Nah.. Better not.. Keep it short would be good enough.. [Good nitez Wilson Low..Go to sleep..] Ok.. Bye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- Kimi o aishiteru -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- Ik hou van jou -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- Je t'aime -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- ti amo -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- Aloha wau i'a oe -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- Tangshin-i cho-a-yo -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-111263697250547145?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/111263697250547145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=111263697250547145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111263697250547145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111263697250547145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/04/exactly-1-week-from-now.html' title='Exactly 1 week from now..'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-111218366490202094</id><published>2005-03-30T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T19:54:24.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day in college..</title><content type='html'>Sigh.. It's Wednesday again today.. Time really passed so fast.. Today is my last day in college.. I mean my last day attending classes in college.. Haha.. not my last day yet.. My last day is 9th April 2005. I'll be going back to college visit my fellow rapper, nigga and dota gang.. Haha.. Still waiting for the final rematch with Wykeen.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda boring today.. Coz, not many of them attended the classes. Well, I went to office and settle up some stuff. Getting 10mins lecture by Mrs Hoe. Hmm.. not really lecturing me.. Just gave me some advice and told me what I should do and what I shouldn't do.. So long-winded.. Lol.. just like old sexy mamas.. Talk non-stop.. But I think Mrs Hoe is a really nice person.. A person who can really talk with. Can even consult her if there's any problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped my 2 period of chemistry class today and ended up my last class in college.. Why I skipped the 2 period of chemistry? Haha.. What else? I went back for Dota with my old buddies.. =) I trained my Akasha very hard... I'M READY TO PAWN WYKEEN... Bring it on, and i'll get it on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ssmmeeeelllllllll................ What the Wilson... is cooking....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-111218366490202094?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/111218366490202094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=111218366490202094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111218366490202094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111218366490202094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/03/last-day-in-college.html' title='Last day in college..'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-111210335838406601</id><published>2005-03-29T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T21:35:58.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthquake!!!</title><content type='html'>Tsunami fears over new Indonesia earthquake&lt;br /&gt;By Times Online and agencies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "widely destructive tsunami" could be unleashed by the huge earthquake that has struck off the coast of Indonesia, authorities said today.The US Geological Survey (USGS) said that the earthquake, measuring 8.5 on the Richter scale, struck at 1609 GMT off the coast of Sumatra and was an aftershock of the December 26 quake. The epicentre was located about 205 kilometres (125 miles) west of Sibolga on Sumatra and 245 km (150 miles) southwest of the Sumatra city of Medan.The Pacific Tsunami Warning Centre in Hawaii said that authorities should take "immediate action", including evacuating coastlines within 600 miles (1,000 km) of the epicentre."Authorities can assume the danger has passed if no tsunami waves are observed in the region near the epicentre within three hours of the earthquake," the centre said in a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really know there was and earthquake actually. Coz, I was busy watching Kungfu Hustle in my room. At around 12.15am, I felt that my bed was shaking when I was lying on my bed.. I thought my bed spoilt or whatever.. I just don't bother, and continue watching the movie and went to sleep after that. Until the next morning, I on my radio. The hitz.fm DJ, Rudy reported that there's an earthquake occur in Sumatera.. I was stunned by the breaking news.. Seriously I didn't know when my bed shaking, it was and earthquake. Some of my friends felt the quake in kajang, cheras, subang and even KL. This is the 1st time I feel the earthquake..  Hopefully, the earthquake won't happen in m'sia. Opps.. *Touch wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to college life,  I was so freaking tired today in the class. Coz I don't have enough sleep yesterday.. Slept quite late. Feeling so moody today.. Don't know why.. Something circling in my mind.. Something crawling in my heart.. Feel a lil' bit sad I think.. Something that I wanna say it for long time.. but don't know what to say.. and don't know how to say it.. Sigh.. Life is so miserable.. Anyway, tomorrow will be my last day in college.. [ I mean, my last day attending the classes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's last period was physics. Most of my classmates skipped the physics class. They went home to prepare for upcoming exam, instead of wasting time in the physics class yawning and listening to old grandmother's stories.. I really wanted to go for physics class today.. but too bad, Dota is calling me in Kajang.. haha.. dota again.. We just mentioned about dota today in class.. Thought of having 1 on 1 match with Wykeen but, he wants to go for physics class.. So, Wykeen forget it la.. haha.. May be tomorrow or after your trials.. :p I swear i'm gonna pawn your Magnataur nicely with my Akasha. [I'm not trying to be cocky] hehe.. :p It's just a matter of fact... Today's lesson for my dota is try out all the new heroes for dota v6.02b. New heroes are strong.. But they have weakness.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all for today.. Time to sleep.. Kinda tired and no mood.. Sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-111210335838406601?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/111210335838406601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=111210335838406601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111210335838406601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111210335838406601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/03/earthquake.html' title='Earthquake!!!'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-111210044664747302</id><published>2005-03-27T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T21:39:26.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't sleep..</title><content type='html'>Today is Sunday again... Time passes so fast.. Exactly 3 more days in college.. and 2 more weeks in Malaysia. Hmm.. Feeling bored at home, I went out to Mid Valley today, with my fellow buddies.. Question is, what we did at there? We went to play bowling, went to arcade went for shopping and went to watch movie. What movie? So called "horror movie" , The Eye 10. The Eye 10 is the sequel to popular movie The Eye by the Pangs Bother. In this new sequel, it refer to the ten different ways people can see a ghost. Draw from the ancient method by old manuscript of Thailand monks, it tell abot a group of friend who try to "see ghost" through the described method and soon.. some strange happenings occur. I seriously thought that this will be a real horror movie. I was so disappointed coz, it didn't really frightened me at all.. At some part of the scene, I was laughing and laughing.. Coz it's funny.. not scary at all.. and the movie is rated as "U", not 18SG. Just like what Chow said, "This is so sux". haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. I was so tired when I reach home.. So, I took a short nap. Hehe.. At 10pm, I watch another horror movie which is really scary.. 5stars horror movie.. Ju-On. This is a must see for any die-hard horror movie fan. The Ghosts in this movie, or whatever they were, were the freakest that I have ever seen in a horror movie. It was filmed very artisticly and edited uniquely. The subtitles are kind of destracting but at the same time make the film scarier. After watching this movie, I can't even sleep at all.. I was awake until at least 2:30 this morning. When I first started watching it, I thought, oh-my-god....BORING! But then it stated to get better. The main downfall was that the storyline was everywhere. I'm suprised I didn't get some on me! The characters were...um...odd, especially that little boy who sounds like a cat. After watching Ju-On, I really want to see the American version, I haven't seen it before. I think this film is better than The Ring because it's alot more creepy, cos it makes you feel like you need to keep looking behind you to make sure there's no ghosts there. Lol. I'd hate to watch this film on my own or in the dark. I'd probably just leg it! Anyway, I did watching this movie alone.. Hey guys! If you need buckets of blood for scares than this movie probably will feed you on it. And for a good mind twisting, goose bump on gosse bump thrill ride, then Ju-On is the ticket. Watch it in a dark room and when you hear that sound, you'll know which one, you'll know that fear is more mental than physical. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-goose bump-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-111210044664747302?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/111210044664747302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=111210044664747302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111210044664747302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111210044664747302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/03/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t sleep..'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-111182269363138520</id><published>2005-03-25T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T15:38:13.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Congeniality 2: Armed and Fabulous (2005)</title><content type='html'>Well, today is Friday again.. Time passed so fast.. In around 2 weeks time, I won't be here anymore. Getting busier and busier.. Have to start packing all my bags and luggage. Sigh... So...... many things to bring over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is Friday, and I didn't go to college today. Coz, i'm not taking the exam. hehe.. but my classmates, they were taking the chemistry practical today. Yeah, wish them all the best... They were quarantine in the MPH till 12.30pm. So, I went to college and find them. They planned to go watch movie  today. Oh! Well, we watch Miss Congeniality 2 in Sunway Pyramid. This is a movie to see on a rainy day. The movie isn't quiet as good as the first but you get the idea of a sequel. The story isn't the best but it will do. The plot has many good qualities and very few bad ones. Sandra Bullock really knows how to play the comedy roles well. She knows hos to play Gracie Hart well and she does. I can't say that for the rest of the cast. The rest of the cast was, to me, measly extras and tidbits. I really thought Bullock took the screen over. The direction wasn't the best but it was preety good for a sequel. Bottom Line: A movie to see on a rainy day. Has good qualities but isn't for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie ends, we thought of entering another cinema and watch other movie, but we didn't. So, we decided to go home. Chow didn't follow us home, coz he bought another ticket for horror movie, it's called The Eye. I think so.. :p It's already raining outside there, when we want to go home. Like I said, Miss Congeniality 2 is a movie to see on a rainy day. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropped Anne, Jeremy, Paul and Wen Ying home. I went home to take my shower and dinner. 8pm, I went out again.. haha.. What else..? Dota...~! haha.. My life is full of dota.. :p Feel like getting bored with dota.. But I won't stop playing dota till the next re-match between me and Wykeen.. Magnataur is so sux... Grr... Watch out Wykeen, I'll pawn you again after you finish your exam... Grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I think that's all for today.. At least I updated my blog.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Time to sleep.. Gd nitez everyone.. Oyasumi Nasai.. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-111182269363138520?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/111182269363138520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=111182269363138520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111182269363138520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111182269363138520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/03/miss-congeniality-2-armed-and-fabulous.html' title='Miss Congeniality 2: Armed and Fabulous (2005)'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-111167666092278062</id><published>2005-03-24T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T01:46:24.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring..</title><content type='html'>Sigh... kinda bored over here.. My blog has not been updated for few days already.. Although I'm super-duper-so-damm-freaking-free this few days.. but.. Don't know what crap, what rubbish, what gossip story, what latest news I can write in my blog.. All what I can say in my blog is about DOTA.. Dota Dota Dota... All about dota.. Everyday also dota.. Sigh.. "It's killing me"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ.. ..0123456789&lt;br /&gt;I think this should be good enough for today.. I'll try to update my post.. No.. I must~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.. gonna watch movie tomorrow.. =) Hope this will be a great day for me.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way.. Sorry to the Mr/Mrs/Miss Mercedes Man again.. Don't blame me for damaging your car.. Blame it on yourself for being unlucky on that day.. WAHAHAHAHA... I'm so evil.... Will I do it again tomorrow? We'll see... WAHAHAHA... Oppss.. I'm a good boy.. WAHAHAHA.. NO WAY~! I'm a noti noti boy.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oh! Time to sleep- Aloha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-111167666092278062?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/111167666092278062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=111167666092278062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111167666092278062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111167666092278062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/03/boring.html' title='Boring..'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-111114968888552767</id><published>2005-03-18T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:48:50.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Naughty Boy Today~!</title><content type='html'>Haha... Today i'm having really lot of fun... 1st of all, I would like to blame myself for being lazy and naughty today. When I reached college today, I already had intention to skip the classes today.. Kinda lazy today.. Don't really know why. So, I just hang around in the library with Wen Ying while waiting for "breakfast time". Jeremy asked me whether wanna watch "Robots" movie in pyramid. So, certainly.. Why not? I'm pleasure to go for movie.. Then, while waiting for confirmation, I invited my friend to SilverSurfer for dota match. Haha.. It's kinda bad for asking my friends to skip the class.. =p Oh! Well, I use my most favourable hero "Akasha". Yeah... I pawned all of them.. TRIPLE KILL! At last... hehe.. :p Suddenly, while I was enjoying my dota match, Jeremy msg me and he told me that our plan to watch movie was canceled. Sigh.. So dissapointed.. [Err.. I don't mean dissapointed on anyone.. Just dissapointed can't watch the Hitch movie] :p Well, it's ok.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after the dota match, I went to pyramid with my friend.. And guess what? I watch movie there.. I watch the Hitch.. Wow.. I tell you guys.. It's so cool.. I mean funny.. Really funny.. From the opening credits to the closing, I was laughing all through. Although the premise was a 'chick flick' this movie appeals to all ages and genders, there was something in there for everyone. It was drama, comedy, some violence.. hehehe, and romance interwoven by the writer so flawlessly that it was fun to watch. Worth watching twice.. The cast had great chemistry, the combination of James, Smith and Mendez was great. The sparks between Mendez and Smith were really firing, and even though she was a total B* you still wanted them to get together, all because Hitch was endearing. Kevin James... I didn't even know he could act! He plays the bumbling man that falls in love with NY's elite, and is desperate for some advice. He pulled his part together with perfection and managed to tie most of the pivotal scenes in the movie together quite nicely. I cannot imagine another actor to play his part. Most of the 'love lines' in this movie where true, however, have all those stats been really verified? 8/10 women expect the 1st kiss to tell them everything...yeah right. Some of the advice to men was great advice, I wonder if anyone actually will pick up on that? Will Smith epitomized the role of the Date Doctor. The playboy turned starcrossed lover turned man whose world collapses around him was a bit of a stretch but he pulled it off. Add to that, he is naturally funny, and delivers his lines with such suave charm that makes you want to melt. Eva Mendez managed to fill very large shoes as the cynic in every woman, but still bewitches the greatest cynic of all. I didn't like the fact that she was ruthless and judgemental, and rushed the story to the press without any verification; but when she wasn't being bitter, she was actually quite nice. She was confident and savvy, and took no prisoners. In a way, she was the villian in this piece even though they pointed the blame to that egomaniacal Vince stock broker dude. The visual shots were great...it was shot in NY, but a clean NY:) with nice clean yellow cabs. Beautiful shots of the city, Times Square, the pier, Ellis Island were all exquisitely protrayed, and the architecture at the train station was amazing. Good Lord, I loved each and every apartment. It's hard to believe that such wide expanse of space is available in NY for rent. Hitch's apt. was off the hook, showing his work, functionality as well as his unique taste in Grecian art. Mendez' apt. was bright and sunny which contrasted to the hard edge she originally protrayed to the world. This movie was a comedy as well as a metaphor. Women tend to sabotage great relationships in the interest of protecting their hearts, while guys never really get what women want or need. But when Cupid's arrow strikes, men and women really do speak the same language. I definitely recommend this movie to everyone who liked romance and comedy story such as Bridget Jones' Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least for the title I being naughty today is, I actually skipped the classes purposely and 1 more thing.. I scrathed a person's Mercedes car with my 10cent coin, at Sunway Pyramid parking lot. P/S : I did it purposely too.. Coz, my friend dare me to do so.. Well, I felt so bad and guilty for that.. Sorry to Mr/Ms/Miss Mercedes car owner. Although you don't know I did that.. Haha.. Hope they don't find it out in my blog. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. What a Freaky Friday.. Aurevoir..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-111114968888552767?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/111114968888552767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=111114968888552767' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111114968888552767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111114968888552767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-naughty-boy-today.html' title='I&apos;m A Naughty Boy Today~!'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-111064996358070247</id><published>2005-03-11T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T23:22:18.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exactly 1month left..!</title><content type='html'>Sigh.. Time pass so fast... Exactly 1 month left for me to appear my face in M'sia. Exactly 1 month left from today's date 11/03/05 , i'll be leaving my homeland, M'sia soon... I'm so excited.. Actually, not so excited.. I feel different.. I don't feel sad that i'm leaving.. but i'm not eiger either.. Just feel a lil bit afraid of something.. I'll have to readjust, readapt and reintroduce myself to everyone at kangaroo land.. It intimidates.. Something has gone up to my mind. Why do I choose this path? What would happen if I go over there? What must I supposed to do after I go over there? Well, I'm just amazed by the scenery of Australia and peacefulness of that country. The way oversea's lecturer behave and the way they conduct is just so enthusiastic. Unlike someone in Taylor's College Subang Jaya, who is teaching Bio, behave like a completely barbarian... Oh! For god's sake..! Just... Forget bout her.. Anyway, back to the topic, for the 2nd question in my mind it sounds a lil' bit silly but it's just a question. Nothing's gonna happen actually. Just take care of myself, becareful with everything around and go on with my healthy lifestyle. That's it.! Well, for the 3rd question obviously, I have to study hard.. Now this is the main problem i'm having. How can I manage my time well? How to study in order to achive good result? I really salute one of my friend. Although he has some difficulty during Form 5, but he managed to score 10 A1's. He is not a really smart guy I can say, but I think he has his own talent. He's such a sagacious person. I really wonder how he can get 10A1's in SPM. That's amazing.. Oh! Well, tic tok tic tok tic tok.. Time pass really fast.. I'm already 18years old, and going to be 19 soon.. Just imagine with 1 month left and I haven't even ready and plan those stuff that i'm suppose to bring over there.. Hehe.. Anyway, i'm going for a nice shopping every week starting this month.. :p Gonna get my new notebook soon... Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Ya.. Today, me and my classmates went to watch "Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events" after the college. Well, I think it's a sad story a lil bit boring and a lil bit funny? Shan was laughing and giggling in the cinema and Anne was so touched by the storyline. This movie is only a part of it. In the Lemony Snicket's book, contain 13 chapters. The number 13 actually is bad luck number. Coincidentally, there are 13 of us went to watch this movie. I don't know is't really a bad luck day or what. Paul lost his house key when we reached Sunway Pyramid. Anne lost her hp after we gone out from cinema. And almost everyone in class was sick.. Due to the virus.. :p My family, they were sicked too.. Coz of the virus I brought back from college? hehe.. Hmm.. Hope Paul found back his house key and really hope Anne found back her hp. Sigh.. It's getting late now.. I'm crawling to my bed now.. Too sleepy can't stand it anymore.. Gd nitez everyone, to those who's reading this post at night. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-111064996358070247?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/111064996358070247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=111064996358070247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111064996358070247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111064996358070247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/03/exactly-1month-left.html' title='Exactly 1month left..!'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-111064505832548339</id><published>2005-03-10T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T00:33:11.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.. My Dota Testimonial Match?</title><content type='html'>Dota? Today? Yes.. We have our dota match again today.. Well, this match is so called my dota testimonial match... Since i'm leaving soon.. My classmates decided to have a testimonial match for me. Also, it's a rematch game for me and Wykeen. The previous dota match, me vs Wykeen isn't over yet. Wykeen was just so lucky that I got a supportive hero. kekeke... Anyway, back to the dota match. Me and Wykeen picked our own team. My team includes Chye Hing, Jem, Yong Chen and Ashok. On the other side, Wykeen picked Chow, Pat, Yih Seong and Paul. So, for the 1st round we played allpick game. My team did quite well with a good heroes combination. hehe.. Suprisingly, I got the 2nd highest kill with my perfect hero, Akasha. We pushed their tower from all sides.. all the way to our victory.. hehe.. Oh yes, not to forget that we killed Roshan.! So, after the game, Chow requested for another round rematch. For the 2nd round, was allrandom game. Well, I think the 2nd round is a lil' bit unbalance for those heroes. My teammates and I got a good heroes. Unfortunately for Wykeen's team, the got a... erm.. "useless heroes" I should say? We fought for the victory... and we pawned all of them.. hehe.. I got 2nd highest kills again this time. Anyway, it was a nice game for me. I don't think Wykeen would say it's a nice game. hehe.. [ P/S: I pawned you..Wykeen... :p ] Paul isn't satisfied with the match I think. Coz of the arrangement of team? Well, relax Paul.. It's just a game afterall.. Winning or losing is doesn't matter. It's just a happy game, or I can say it as a "release tension" game after been nagged by Ho. Sometimes in the game, I just assume that the opponent is a bitchy Ho and I try my best to pawn the hero. The anger in my heart, with full of revenge and trying to Kill! Kill! Kill! Pawn her to hell.. Well, may be that's the end of dota for us. Since you guys will be having trial exam soon, I just advice you guys to study hard and do well. :) Prove it to that bitchy Ho that you guys are genius and borned with talent! :p I might be coming to college to visit you guys during your trials exam. We can have lunch together :) and if you guys want a dota match, we can have it after your trials exam. The Grand Finale Dota match for me? :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-111064505832548339?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/111064505832548339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=111064505832548339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111064505832548339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111064505832548339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/03/hmm-my-dota-testimonial-match.html' title='Hmm.. My Dota Testimonial Match?'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-111038154114490278</id><published>2005-03-08T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T11:13:57.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Again!</title><content type='html'>Sigh.. I was about to recover from the terrible sickness, but my immune system is just too weak. When I went back to college yesterday, quite a number of my friends was sick too. Cough, flu, fever, sore throat.. Viruses were everywhere.. All around the classes.. The viruses penetrated into my skin.. Break through my 1st Line Defence, 2nd Line Defence and also 3rd Line Defence.. Oh crap.. What nonsense i'm talking.. Everyone just hate bio.. " ** " is so sux.. Bloody bitch.. Psycho fella.. No one can stand her temper and anger in the class.. I dropped bio also because I can't stand her anymore.. My head is like gonna explode when I see her or listen to whatever things she say.. Everytime also get me as a victim to release her anger.. What the hell man.. This ain't fair.. Well, what I care.. I don't bloody care at all.. I'm not gonna see her anymore.. A2 trials is coming up soon.. Just wish you guys can pass through the hurdle. Ok! Back to the topic.. As usual Wykeen never stop mentioning about Dota.. Hehe.. :p Anyway, I skipped Maths and Physics during the last 2 period yesterday coz I was in hurry to rush back home to celebrate 1 of my best friend's birthday. So, after having our very delicious piece of cake. My friends pulled me to Cybercafe although i'm sick.. What else other than Dota.. After we finished our dota session, I went home and got a really bad cough. So, I didn't go college today and suffering at home. I wanted to go college, but don't wanna bring this virus to my friends.. =) Today when I woke up, it was already 11am. I have nothing better else to do than sleep.. So, after I took my brunch I went to sleep.. I feel like.. Hell.. I'm such a pig.. Well, may be the medicine make me feel drowsy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... What else I can say.. Nothing much to say.. Just hope everyone lives healthy and those who is still sick, have more rest and get well soon.. End my blog here for today.. *close*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-111038154114490278?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/111038154114490278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=111038154114490278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111038154114490278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/111038154114490278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/03/sick-again.html' title='Sick Again!'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-110992623250862818</id><published>2005-03-03T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T18:41:10.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such an Unlucky Day..!</title><content type='html'>Oh Well, I'm so fucked today... What the hell is going wrong... Today I was in the library with Wen Ying and Zi Yang. Well, we didn't enter the class coz that's bio period and we droped bio. So, we spent our time in the library. Suddenly, the bell rang non at 11.45am. Well, guess what.. there's a fire drill.. So, we have no choice but to get out of the library.. The library exit was so crowded and so stuffy.. Well, we wanted to get out bags before we leave the library but, the libririan blocked us.. They asked us to leave our bag in the library.. So, we have no choice but to go out to car park and stand under the sun for like 5-10mins. What shit is this man.. It's just a waste of time.. After that, exactly 12pm they allowed us go. So, we rush to the library and grab our bags.. Well, it's so crowded.. traffic jam.. So, I have already planned to skip the next two classes which is Chem and Maths to watch movie[Constantine] at Sunway Pyramid coz i haven't watch yet. Both Wen Ying and Zi Yang were late for the Chem class. They rush to 3.8 and I was like chilling around.. walking slowly.. selamba walk to my carpark. So, when I started my car engine, someone was waiting for me to go out.. And that place was so narrow.. all the cars blocked my way. So, i tried to go out. Slowly slowly I reversed my car.. without any notice, I bang someone's car, Proton Iswara Aeroback[Pale Green in colour]. And I say, "WTF Matha Farka" what's happening. I turn back and look at my side mirror, I hit someone's car. I seriously don't know why I can't see the car behind me. May be it's a blind spot area. I was like so panic already.. So, I put my car aside and try to settle down the case. I'm like so stupid, I didn't ask what's his name, didn't get his hp no., didn't ask where he lives, I didn't jot down his car no. and the other stupid thingy is, I have a camera hp, but I didn't use it and take the damage area of the car. That's so stupid. I just gave him my hp no. and car no. That's all.. and he said, he's gonna call me this evening. I said, ok fine... You call me.. Since, this case happened, and I have already no mood to watch movie, might as well better go home. So, I went off and when I reach home, I told my dad. My dad got shock, luckily no heart attack... phew.. [touch wood] So, my dad called my mom and ask my cousin who work as a lawyer to help me settle down this case.. When I reach home, I slept the whole afternoon till 6pm. Later, the idiotic fella called up, and said i'll have to compensate for RM430. Otherwise he will report police. So, I asked him to talk to my cousin and settle down the case. The next morning, I have to meet him and give him a letter to sign and "dirty money". Sigh.. What the world is going on.. So many accident happens.. Why is that accident happened to me when I'm already gonna leave M'sia soon. I'm trying not to bring up any problem, but somehow something happens. Nothing would have happened if there's no fire drill so, I can leave the college earlier. Nothing would have happened if I go watch the movie later. Nothing would have happened if I don't go to watch movie. Sigh.. I'm not in the wrong acctually. That idiotic old hack not suppose to park at that particular place.. It's against the law.. Anyway, over is over, i'm just so lucky that I don't need to go police station and make report. Otherwise, the police will deduct my point. I'm still "P" plate.. Or may be I would have go to jail then.. =(&lt;br /&gt;[Curse that guy to hell, six feet underground, burn by fire, strike by lightning, met an accident, slap by his wife, get scolded by his child, bite by dog, and etc etc... those "Super Duper Extreamly Tremendously Ultimate Killing Spree which is Beyond Godlike" wicked curse by the Witch]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-110992623250862818?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/110992623250862818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=110992623250862818' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/110992623250862818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/110992623250862818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/03/such-unlucky-day.html' title='Such an Unlucky Day..!'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-110982054901951853</id><published>2005-03-02T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T00:35:55.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeremy vs Wykeen</title><content type='html'>Dota again!!! Wykeen was persuading the whole class to go for dota again. Chye Hing who was still sick, rejected Wykeen's offer. Wykeen is just too addicted to dota.. Sigh.. Wykeen wants to challange Jeremy 1 on 1 today.. The whole class was like... "wow" "Wykeen vs Jeremy ?" All of them were wondering who will win the game. Paul, Yih Seong, Yong Chen and me were on Jeremy's side. Chye Hing and Chow bet WyKeen would win the game. Well, let's bring it on. Immidiately after the college, Wykeen just can't wait and asking Jeremy to 1 on 1 right now at Silver Surfer. Well, too bad.. the computer in Silver Surfer is just so sux.. Some computers are not link together for LAN. So, they can't play the dota, instead the went for lunch 1st at the "old place", Uncle Seng again... Wykeen is so clumsy while we walking on our way to Uncle Seng, he left his water bottle in Silver Surfer which is very costly made from TupperWare company. So, he went back to Silver Surfer and get his bottle while we heading to Uncle Seng. So, after we have our very delicious lunch, we went to Warnet. There goes the war between Jeremy and Wykeen. I went to watch for a while till 3pm. They choose -ar, and Jeremy got Balanar meanwhile Wykeen got Sand King. The 1st round Wykeen surrender and asked for rematch just b'coz he upgraded the wrong skill. Therefore Jeremy walk over the 1st round easily. The next round starts, Wykeen got his Rhasta and Jeremy got his Razor. With the help and guide from the original Razor user, [Bonzer], everything goes well. I went back early and did not watch finish the game. Well, guess who won the game? Jeremy pawned Wykeen by 3 kills only although Jeremy won the game. Well, that should be a nice game. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-110982054901951853?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/110982054901951853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=110982054901951853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/110982054901951853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/110982054901951853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/03/jeremy-vs-wykeen.html' title='Jeremy vs Wykeen'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-110955207360851554</id><published>2005-02-24T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T00:40:26.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday I was so headache. After the maths class, I was dillema whether to skip the physics lab or not. I told my classmate that, i'm not feeling well and I want to skip the physics lab. So, they said, "then skip lor". Sigh.. But I have tuition after the physics lab.. I don't wanna miss the maths tuition. At last I made up my mind not to go for physics lab and maths tuition. When I was walking out from the taylor's front gate, I met my friend. He asked me to go for dota match. I told him I'm not feeling well. I need to sleep, but my friend forced me to go and I skip the physics lab for dota. The dota match was 3 vs 2. I joined the weak team in Sentinel together with my friend and another person vs the other 2 of my friend's friends. Guess what? Sentinel get pawned by Scourge badly. Well, I use Morphling and teammates use Slayer and "...forgot". I just can't believe it 3 heroes get pawned by 2 heroes which is Razor and Maiden. Well, anyway I managed to pawn them also. I got 15 kills and died 9 times. Not too bad.. =) After that, I went home. I was so freaking tired and headache. I forced myself to drive home. I almost bang a car when I was on my way home. Luckily, nothing happened. I just try to keep myself awake with the "loud musics". I increase the volume. =) Finally, I reached home safetly. The only solution to get rid of headache is "sleep". Well, I slept from 5pm till 8pm. I didn't take my dinner. Coz I have no appitide. So, once I woke up. I took some medicine and back to sleep again till the next morning. Sleep in peace.. No one disturb me at all.. =) It's already 9am when I woke up this morning. I didn't go to college, but I went to see doctor coz I have high fever. So, i just sleep the whole day... Didn't do any activities at all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-110955207360851554?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/110955207360851554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=110955207360851554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/110955207360851554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/110955207360851554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/02/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998478.post-110904818640223899</id><published>2005-02-22T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T15:38:05.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st time blog-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;hehe.. nth to say... 1st time blog.. Well, at last i got my blog.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998478-110904818640223899?l=wilson86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/feeds/110904818640223899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10998478&amp;postID=110904818640223899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/110904818640223899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998478/posts/default/110904818640223899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilson86.blogspot.com/2005/02/1st-time-blog-ing.html' title='1st time blog-ing'/><author><name>Wilson Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09885167345757086102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9271/wilson623az.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
