<?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-19148332</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:09:02.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Libertad</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>WeEjEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08567141613741681345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19148332.post-116697728530208159</id><published>2006-12-25T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T00:21:25.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yunnan 17th - 24th Dec 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fwah! freaking long trip there. freaking breath-taking scenery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i rushing off to Seattle. Will post pictures when i back on 1st. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha those who have my friendster can see a few pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meanwhile, the rest of you can have a sneak preview..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5281/1889/320/987599/xiaoma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is what I call the real OSIM iGallop; Made in Shangri-La.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19148332-116697728530208159?l=senor-wei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/feeds/116697728530208159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19148332&amp;postID=116697728530208159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/116697728530208159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/116697728530208159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/2006/12/yunnan-17th-24th-dec-2006.html' title='Yunnan 17th - 24th Dec 2006'/><author><name>WeEjEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08567141613741681345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19148332.post-116331559240385685</id><published>2006-11-12T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:13:12.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are round the corner.. tts y no posts. Ok fine tt sounds unconvincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy la. December i redo the design for this blog first then blog more. Meet more pple and take more photos first then blog. Interesting things happen then blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, since my boss so nice post comment here, i shall post her picture here. hmm but i realised i only have 1 photo of her. and tts quite ancient at my 21st a year + ago. better than nothing haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5281/1889/400/P1000794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top: Me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Left to right: Dawn(boss), kaizhen, wanyi, shimin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Havent seen you gals in eons hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gd luck to all my friends having exams soon. Most imptly, gd luck to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19148332-116331559240385685?l=senor-wei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/feeds/116331559240385685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19148332&amp;postID=116331559240385685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/116331559240385685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/116331559240385685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/2006/11/exams_12.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>WeEjEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08567141613741681345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19148332.post-116151397763789106</id><published>2006-10-22T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T18:52:51.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know..</title><content type='html'>I know that I made the right decision finally.. To know that you're enjoying your life right now is what I really wanted. Haha sound wei da right? Of course I am. I really wanted to try once more. But knowing trying again will only prolong our suffering, why should I? I'm happy leading my carefree lifestyle too. This is the best ending. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damm. having diarrhoea since morning and feeling nauseous for almost a wk. may i recover soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19148332-116151397763789106?l=senor-wei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/feeds/116151397763789106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19148332&amp;postID=116151397763789106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/116151397763789106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/116151397763789106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-know.html' title='I know..'/><author><name>WeEjEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08567141613741681345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19148332.post-116148948457236426</id><published>2006-10-22T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T11:58:04.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need $</title><content type='html'>wah money really hard to save. too bz with sch will make you rich. no time for meals. i could have been a rich man actually. but i rekindled an old hobby - shopping for clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5281/1889/320/Me7-1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cardigan from topman &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;bought this along with another black vest at topman. there goes my savings for the month. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19148332-116148948457236426?l=senor-wei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/feeds/116148948457236426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19148332&amp;postID=116148948457236426' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/116148948457236426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/116148948457236426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-need.html' title='I need $'/><author><name>WeEjEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08567141613741681345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19148332.post-116032379682486510</id><published>2006-10-08T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T00:13:54.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not meant to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somethings arent meant to be. But I seem to try even when it seems impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My philosophy in life is to try else die and regret not trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Mariott Hotel on Saturday evening after my 2 papers and a project meeting in search of the ice cream mooncake. The receptionist told me they stopped selling yesterday since mooncake fest ended yesterday. An answer I already knew when I decided to try. Its impossible. It wasnt meant to be from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to buy laksa or mee siam on Sunday evening, but suddenly felt unwell. Head spinning whole evening. Couldnt drive. Cant deliver. Couldnt even try. Haha. Just not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I decided just to sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are beyond our control. Some things are within. Anything within my means I will try. But results are determined not by effort and not by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon voyage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5281/1889/400/me5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From my project: Business Morning)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19148332-116032379682486510?l=senor-wei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/feeds/116032379682486510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19148332&amp;postID=116032379682486510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/116032379682486510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/116032379682486510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-meant-to-be.html' title='Not meant to be'/><author><name>WeEjEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08567141613741681345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19148332.post-115998823240017770</id><published>2006-10-05T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T02:57:12.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XY</title><content type='html'>Get over it. You can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19148332-115998823240017770?l=senor-wei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/feeds/115998823240017770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19148332&amp;postID=115998823240017770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/115998823240017770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/115998823240017770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/2006/10/xy.html' title='XY'/><author><name>WeEjEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08567141613741681345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19148332.post-115977286211013891</id><published>2006-10-02T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T15:07:42.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride and Prejudice</title><content type='html'>It was eons since I last posted. I actually decided to close down this blog. But lazy. This blog has lost its original purpose. But I realised some friends do come once in a blue moon to take a look. So touched. So type a little something for those of you who waste precious free time to find out how i'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that my previous post was prophetic. Or maybe because its so general it applies to almost everyone and every relationship. Relationships teach you alot. They teach you that Love has a close relation with Food actually. In the beginning, they show you that Love can take the place of Food. In the middle, they show you that Food can enrich Love. In the end, they show you that no Food in the world can replace Love. Hey i'm not sprouting rubbish. Must read between the lines and connect with your own experience. Maybe applies only to gluttons like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to my topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride and Prejudice goes hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride is double-edged. But I choose to focus on the bad. Having too much pride makes others seem inferior to you. Makes you criticise. Makes you see every action of others as negative. Makes you maintain your own beliefs even though some are wrong. Makes you justify your every action good or bad. Makes you love yourself more than loving others. Makes others who care about you feel miserable caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prejudice is bad. When you have prejudice against someone, it clouds your judgement. Everything the person does or says is negative. Everything bad others speak of him/her is music to your ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian need to go for class already. Half-hearted post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave you with something to think about:&lt;br /&gt;Friends are the best gifts in life. Love is a bonus. But friends can betray you. Love can turn into hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I love my friends. Thanks for being there for me even when i failed to be there at times. Will improve on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw.. Some people tell me this is a nice picture of me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5281/1889/400/me2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5281/1889/1600/me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19148332-115977286211013891?l=senor-wei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/feeds/115977286211013891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19148332&amp;postID=115977286211013891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/115977286211013891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/115977286211013891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/2006/10/pride-and-prejudice.html' title='Pride and Prejudice'/><author><name>WeEjEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08567141613741681345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19148332.post-114616407991840111</id><published>2006-04-28T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T02:54:39.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe love has 3 stages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stage 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love means having your adrenline pumping when your infactuation walks by; Feeling you're the luckiest in the world to see him/her; Dreaming about what it is like to be holding hands or hugging him/her; Hoping that him/her feels the same about you;Everything good and bad about him/her is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Stage 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Love is when you are together with the person you have been dreaming about in stage 1; Her leaning on your shoulder or you leaning on his shoulder as you both watch the stars at the beach; Whispering to each other sweet nothings; Telling each other how wonderful it is to have each other in your arms; Looking at each other knowing he/she is the one you'd spend your life with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Stage 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love is when he/she is tired of the relationship, but you'd still love him/her and doesnt want it to end; You'd still do anything for him/her even when him/her appreciates it less than before; You'd only walk away when there is no more love left in him/her for you; You'd rather be sad and leave him/her; You'd be happy seeing him/her being happy in someone else's arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People say you cant marry the person you love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say you can only love the person you marry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19148332-114616407991840111?l=senor-wei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/feeds/114616407991840111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19148332&amp;postID=114616407991840111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/114616407991840111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/114616407991840111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-is-love.html' title='What is love?'/><author><name>WeEjEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08567141613741681345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19148332.post-114485886905799183</id><published>2006-04-13T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T00:21:09.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spate of Bad luck</title><content type='html'>Recently been on the down.. Should have hitted rock bottom by now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an accident 2 wks ago in school.. Wanted to blog about it but was busy with assignments and projects.. Hitted a year 4's Toyota as I was coming out from the parking lot. Was blocked by a huge trailer parked to my right.. But i came out slowly and even had my headlamps on.. This guy appeared out of nowhere and the next thing i knew i crashed into his left side. I badly scratched his left front door and badly dented his rear left door.. The dent was so far in that part of the chasis was damaged.. My dad was furious but he paid 2k in damages for me.. Hai this hols need to repay debt.. Luckily only my car plate was badly damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5281/1889/320/car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Civic is strong. Toyota sux.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: Blurred the license plate to prevent you people from succumbing to gambling at the nearest 4D outlet. (And to protect my identity and my dad's car from Toyota drivers' abuse)  =&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19148332-114485886905799183?l=senor-wei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/feeds/114485886905799183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19148332&amp;postID=114485886905799183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/114485886905799183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/114485886905799183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/2006/04/spate-of-bad-luck.html' title='Spate of Bad luck'/><author><name>WeEjEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08567141613741681345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19148332.post-114360899049294963</id><published>2006-03-29T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:09:50.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel and the gal</title><content type='html'>Was driving to school on monday when i heard DJ Lingzhi tokking abt a story. Been listening to FM933 rather than Power98 or FM98.7 recently. Must learn to sing more chinese songs so ktv wont malu. This story is very predictable, but the meaning behind it is a much neglected one. Anyway, the story goes.. (PS: its in mandarin. i'm trying my best to get it across as accurate as possible translated.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Long ago, there was an angel. He fell in love with a gal. He started visiting this gal often. The 2 of them had alot of fun together. But the angel always had to leave after a spending a period of time with the gal, as he had to visit many people. So each time the gal waited patiently for the angel to return. The gal had no complains as she also fell in love with the angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, one day, the angel decided to give up every other people he needed to visit to solely spend his time with this gal. He did not want the gal to wait for him each time. So the 2 of them spent many days basked in each others' love. The angel told the gal, 'So long you love me, I will always love you. Once you stopped loving me, I will fly away and never visit you again.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as the days passed, the gal began to worry. She thought to herself, 'What if angel had to leave? He still needs to visit other people. Its his job.. When he leaves, what do I do? I cant live a day without him..' Hence, the gal decided to do something about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, as the angel was sleeping, the gal cut away his wings and hid them. She did not want him to ever fly away. This way, the angel will be hers solely. When the angel awoke, he was furious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'Give me back my wings! How could you be so selfish?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel searched high and low for his wings and eventually managed to find them. With his magic, he reattached his wings. He told the gal, 'You are too selfish. You have stopped loving me. I will leave you now.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, the angel flew away and never came back for a few weeks. The gal was heartbroken. She only wanted to keep the angel for herself. She did not stop loving the angel. She started crying each night. One night, she looked into the stars at night and spoke, 'Angel.. Where are you? Come back to me will you? I still love you as much as before. I promise not to cut your wings ever again. I will not take your freedom away from you anymore.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, the angel appeared and said, 'Silly gal, I still love you. I have been watching you since I left. I could not stay with you if you take away my freedom. I will always love you so long you love me.' The angel stayed and lived happily ever after with the gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DJ Lingzhi then explained the moral of the story to the listeners. She said that for many of us, love has turned into a possession. Then she said in mandarin, 'Ai shi yong you, bu shi zhan you'. Ahem.. i'm unable to translate properly. But the closest i could come up with is &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'Love is to have, not to possess.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, this kind of stories are for maturing adolescents. But it is still useful for young adults or even working adults. Because in love, not many of us can learn to break out of possessive love. Many of us use the wrong methods of love. Some of us might take a lifetime to break out of it. Some of us might take only a while to realise it but at the cost of numerous breakups. Love should be full of trust and compromises. The angel spent most of his time with the gal. But the gal wanted more and cut his wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damm, made my trip to school so moody. Sch so sian already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19148332-114360899049294963?l=senor-wei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/feeds/114360899049294963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19148332&amp;postID=114360899049294963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/114360899049294963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/114360899049294963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/2006/03/angel-and-gal_29.html' title='Angel and the gal'/><author><name>WeEjEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08567141613741681345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19148332.post-114148159503032903</id><published>2006-03-04T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T22:13:16.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No new posts</title><content type='html'>No mood to blog. Blogging takes up time. You need to take photos, upload to the computer, then upload to the blog. Then you need to brainstorm and think of what to blog. You need to correct your grammar and spelling before you upload it. Its not easy to rattle off when my english is poor. Then you need to find a time when you have the mood to blog. And my mid-term is in 4 days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damm my Motorala V3 which has problems uploading pics to the com. Now my phone running out of space storing those old photos. Then there is the Internet connection thing with reutors and modems never fails to hang at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging requires great skill and luck. You might encounter many barriers to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you decide on blogging on some incident in the news. There is so many shocking news each day lately. Reading the news takes up time. Read already develop opinions and thoughts require time too. After forming your views and having made the decision to blog, you need to repeat the stories you read online. In the end, you spend twice the amount of time on a particular issue compared to normally when you just read w/o blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you might decide to blog on your mood at the very moment. You might feel down or happy. Then you need to discover the reason why. After discovering the reason you need to type it all out. Then you might suddenly change mood again. You go through everything twice again. Waste time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you might suddenly get interrupted when blogging. You're asked to do something, run errand, or answer a phone call. Friends ask you out, Gf quarrel, people call wrong number, mother forgot why she call, blahblah. Then you get distracted and forgot what to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you suddenly realised you spent almost 30 mins to post a new bo liao entry. Wah die. Havent studied. Wth wasted time blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19148332-114148159503032903?l=senor-wei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/feeds/114148159503032903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19148332&amp;postID=114148159503032903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/114148159503032903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/114148159503032903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-new-posts.html' title='No new posts'/><author><name>WeEjEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08567141613741681345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19148332.post-113864234868154642</id><published>2006-01-31T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T01:32:28.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.N.A.G</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gong Si Fa Chai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Been very long since i blogged. Told ya no habit of blogging. Very lazy also. Some pple think i'm gay to blog. That brings me to the topic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Silly New Age Guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gals make them look silly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are nice guys around actually. But nice guys are only fated to be bullied and trampled upon. Esp by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girlfriends&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hell&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Ya i know its CNY but..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My dear friend is a nice guy. He shall not be named. He shall be called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Lemon. Lemon's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gf expects him to do everything for her. She expects him to be at his bidding. She expects him to ferry her place to place and be contactable at all times. She expects him to pay for everything. She expects him to make her happy. Basically she expects him to do everything she wants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Lemon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;did everything. He ferried her everywhere. He paid for everything. He spent all his free time with gf and never had time for himself. They were happy. But its tiring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Lemon's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gf was never satisfied. Presents and actions were not appreciated. They had quarrels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In the end, the gf gives ultimatum. Asks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Lemon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to do something to salvage everything. But cant the gal see that he has been doing everything asked of him? Cant the gal see that its her who should be doing something? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To be fair, maybe &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Lemon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lost his temper easily. Maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Lemon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;said things that hurt her. But the biggest mistake is that &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Lemon&lt;/span&gt; is a nice guy. He is too accomodating. Gf gets spoilt and demands more. Pressure piled up on &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Lemon&lt;/span&gt; and more quarrels erupt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gals like bad guys. A relationship is bound to head for disaster when one party loves the other more. Everything must have a balance. Nature is made this way. Both parties must do their part. A relationship is often a see-saw. It must go up and down. If only 1 person sits on the see-saw, there is no way the game will be able to commence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Lemon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;trust me. Some gal will appreciate you better.&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/19148332-113864234868154642?l=senor-wei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/feeds/113864234868154642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19148332&amp;postID=113864234868154642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/113864234868154642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/113864234868154642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/2006/01/snag.html' title='S.N.A.G'/><author><name>WeEjEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08567141613741681345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19148332.post-113643692837362730</id><published>2006-01-05T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T12:55:28.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CORS bidding system</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This post is mainly for readers from NUS who understands how it works.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm lazy to explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior students have more bidding points than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to get the modules when senior students usually out-bid you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to do well when you cant get the module you are interested in? Doing those modules you have no interest definitely affects your grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg. You cant get the module you wanted. You can only settle for a History module. You are not history trained so you need to learn how to write an A essay in 3 months. Compare it to students who have been trained since secondary 3. You were 15 years old. Now either 21 (males) or 19 (females). So thats 6 or 4 years behind time. By calculation, you should hope for a grade C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These few days I have been bidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today i tried bidding for a module i'm required to do. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Total Vacancy : 2 Total Bidders: 6&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Next Min Bid: 3962&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...... My maximum points available for bidding only 1200. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the army they would say 'suck thumb'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5281/1889/400/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I took down the Japan Post to finish it up. Too many pictures.. Give me some time. Ok back to my bidding. Need to monitor it till 3pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19148332-113643692837362730?l=senor-wei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/feeds/113643692837362730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19148332&amp;postID=113643692837362730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/113643692837362730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/113643692837362730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/2006/01/cors-bidding-system.html' title='CORS bidding system'/><author><name>WeEjEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08567141613741681345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19148332.post-113411633271006965</id><published>2005-12-09T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T16:23:11.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dearest happiest moments (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is about being happy.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its too short to be pissed over people or stuff.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its too short not to pursue your goals.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For me, seeing you happy is one of the fulfillments in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had a surprise for my darling on her 21st. Its difficult to describe the surprise to you people unless i can upload the video clip here. But anyway, thats too embarrassing and i'm too shy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okok brief outline: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wore a jacket to her 21st birthday party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had my friend Imran to bring the bouquet of flowers up to her place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Surprised her after she finished cutting cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Imran brought along his violin which I persuaded him to help me play for her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Imran played his version of Happy Birthday song for her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I took over and played Tong Hua for her (which had alot of mistakes!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;During which I took off my jacket to reveal my secret T-shirt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Which had messages for her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And Imran took over the violin for a last song &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5281/1889/320/DSCF0050.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My darling had her buffet dinner at her house on 22nd Oct 2005&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5281/1889/320/IMG_0517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She looked so lovely smiling... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I din really smile cause I was nervous awaiting the surprise I had for her &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Below are the pictures of the legendary bouquet that melted her...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5281/1889/1600/DSCF0087.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5281/1889/320/DSCF0087.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5281/1889/1600/DSCF0081.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5281/1889/320/DSCF0081.0.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5281/1889/320/DSCF0074.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;She loved seeing me play the violin. (But thats not me above)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I couldnt do it very well so asked a favour from my old time gay-mate, Imran. hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You can see the simple secret message below. (phew damm warm wearing jacket)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5281/1889/1600/DSCF0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="194" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5281/1889/320/DSCF0070.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5281/1889/1600/DSCF0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="191" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5281/1889/320/DSCF0071.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5281/1889/320/DSCF0068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thats Us after a job well done. My darling loves it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(people used to say we look like twins when we were in pri sch. ehh maybe not so much now)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hope it was a memorable evening for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19148332-113411633271006965?l=senor-wei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/feeds/113411633271006965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19148332&amp;postID=113411633271006965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/113411633271006965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/113411633271006965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-dearest-happiest-moments-part-1.html' title='My dearest happiest moments (Part 1)'/><author><name>WeEjEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08567141613741681345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19148332.post-113354637759440024</id><published>2005-12-03T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T01:59:37.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Capital Punishment</title><content type='html'>Hello people I'm back. I finished exams.. and true enough.. I'm finished.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway everyone says the same thing. Hopefully I still do well enough. Haha so lets get to my topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Capital Punishment&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The penalty of death for the commission of a crime&lt;/span&gt;. (&lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com"&gt;www.dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might know which incident I'm gonna refer to.. The hanging of &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nguyen Tuong Van&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ok i'm gonna be selective with my words cause so many people kenna for being too expressive in blogs.. make me scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok short intro; Singapore hanged Australian Nguyen Tuong Van for drug trafficking. Aust govt pleaded for him to be excused from hanging. After being hanged, Aust govt complained that hanging is barbaric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm barbaric? Stats show that Aust only abolished capital punishment in 1985.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Ok since i'm Singaporean, you know my opinion will be a little biased already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From statistics, 15 countries abolished Capital Punishment with Australia as the last country to do that in 1985. Further stats show that the abolishment of capital punishment saw a slight increase in murder/manslaughter from 5 yrs before till 5 yrs after. So stats show that the abolishment in capital punishment might suggest that offenders have less deterrent to commit major crimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore PM said that Singapore is very strict on drug trafficking and offenders must be hanged. Lucky our neighbour Malaysia also defended that hanging is not barbaric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what i'm trying to say is that Singapore is relatively a safe place because of its tough enforcement of its strict laws. True that Aust govt must appeal for its citizens (which country would not) but to call the act barbaric would be too harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first place, the offender should have checked the laws of the foreign country before committing a crime. And in the first first place, we should not be committing crimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of this topic. Had a long exam period. Very jaded and tired. Fell very ill during last few days. Couldnt breathe properly and had severe headache. Went X ray and everything doctors say nothing wrong. First time felt such symptoms. Chest better but head havent recover. Hopefully the hols will cure me. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be changing the layout soon. Keep reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19148332-113354637759440024?l=senor-wei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/feeds/113354637759440024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19148332&amp;postID=113354637759440024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/113354637759440024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/113354637759440024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/2005/12/capital-punishment.html' title='Capital Punishment'/><author><name>WeEjEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08567141613741681345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19148332.post-113289453013795109</id><published>2005-11-25T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:00:21.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you wonder..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes you wonder &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What is it you are after?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was very clear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All you ever wanted was laughter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes you ponder&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why do you have to suffer?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You are haunted by fear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That you might say goodbye all over&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes you concur&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Your patience might not last longer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Every night you hide your tears&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hoping no one hears&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When the world withers away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When hope decides to stray&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When pain finds a way to stay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dont weep, she's all you need.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19148332-113289453013795109?l=senor-wei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/feeds/113289453013795109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19148332&amp;postID=113289453013795109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/113289453013795109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/113289453013795109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/2005/11/sometimes-you-wonder.html' title='Sometimes you wonder..'/><author><name>WeEjEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08567141613741681345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19148332.post-113250036119703748</id><published>2005-11-20T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:44:19.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most unbelievable thing I ever did.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5281/1889/1600/untitled2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5281/1889/320/untitled2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5281/1889/1600/untitled2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated blogs in the past. Blogging never came across my mind. I thought bloggers have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was in the past. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many blogging incidents recently. Everyone is having fun and some are even enjoying the limelight for either the right or wrong reasons! So here I am to join in the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah but i'm a noob when it comes to computing stuff. So I'll take long. And most importantly, I'm having my exams till Dec1. So be patient. Check back here and show your support by 1st week of December 2005! I promise to make this space a nicer place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Btw, senor means Mr in Spanish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19148332-113250036119703748?l=senor-wei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/feeds/113250036119703748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19148332&amp;postID=113250036119703748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/113250036119703748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19148332/posts/default/113250036119703748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senor-wei.blogspot.com/2005/11/most-unbelievable-thing-i-ever-did.html' title='The most unbelievable thing I ever did.'/><author><name>WeEjEe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08567141613741681345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
