tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62278319811812652612024-03-04T21:59:21.940-08:00Wilson UnmaskedWilson Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301485063087400039noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227831981181265261.post-29394155917361314262009-06-26T10:23:00.000-07:002009-06-26T10:29:08.334-07:00New BlogHey peeps,<br /><br />I've shifted my blog to <a href="http://wilsonngwaisoon.wordpress.com/">www.wilsonngwaisoon.wordpress.com</a> .<br /><br />See you there!Wilson Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301485063087400039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227831981181265261.post-3701908759341970442009-06-19T05:15:00.000-07:002009-06-22T07:33:02.030-07:00Do you Believe in a Boy's dream?I know there is going to be a day I have to write a blog with this title..<br />I believe the time has come and this is dedicated to my beloved Dad, Mom and my ever loving sister, Seok Kheng in Singapore.<br /><br />I know that 3 of you worry about me a lot. Especially on things regarding my future.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">[This paragraph is DELETED due to content management]</span><br /><br />To tell you the truth, I, Don't want to live a conventional life. I don't want to just graduate, find a secure and safe job, set up a family, work, retire, and so on.<br />6 Billion people are living that life, do you need me to be in the chain as well?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">I am seriously not asking much. I don't dream of being a superhero or so. I just want to live an extraordinary life. A life that can be told to others</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">A life which can inspire others...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;">"Aspire to Inspire before I Expire"</span></span><br /><br />And to achieve that, I need to live my life differently from your friend's kid who just get into a good uni and graduate... I already have a plan... Its with AIESEC, I believe I will have a story to tell when I am older...<br /><br />Its actually a very realistic plan. Just because it is unconventional, it doesn't mean its unworkable. It goes with me being a VP in the national level and then I go for an overseas Internship...<br /><br />Dad, seriously,how many people in the NG family linage are leaders nationally? How many of us actually got some recognition by the society such as datukship and so forth? Don't you think its time someone do something about it?<br /><br />I am not asking you to send me to the moon. I just want your permission to do something in life before I regret it totally.<br />I know its hard to have faith in me, especially after STPM where i nearly can't get into university.<br />But please, believe me... I had learned from my mistakes and I only do things which are feasible nowadays, AIESEC is feasible... trust me<br /><br />I wish you can restore the faith you had in my back in my sixth form days that I can actually be somebody. Someone who have a story that people want to hear and inspire them to do extraordinary things in their life....<br /><br />Have you ever come across a dream just when you are walking in the streets or so. The next moment, it vanished because something disrupted your train of thoughts. And I seriously don't want that to happen in my life again...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">I am sorry I am not like the other kids you see<br />I am sorry that I already have plans for my life<br />I am sorry I've disappoint you once, I promise and make sure that never happen again<br />I am sorry that I am so persistent<br />I am sorry that I always have be a subject of worry, I promise I will do well in studies</span><br /><br />I just have a dream, thats all...<br />Believe in me, and I promise I wont go wrong.....Wilson Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301485063087400039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227831981181265261.post-29842248754347754102009-06-19T03:05:00.000-07:002009-06-19T05:14:52.210-07:00Faster than our ShadowHey yo...<br />I'm so sorry about this really late late post..<br />I was actually contemplating on what to post and I've decided not to post anything about how things went in Natcon because my friends wouldn't understand and I need not to submit a report of events to my AIESECer friends.. rite?<br /><br />So natcon... gosh, i really have so many things to tell you all but how am I going to summarize it into a single page? It was indeed an experience but I wont say its a life changing experience, its more like a life enhancing experience..<br /><br />In AIESEC, sometimes you learn things you can't get from books. I am not saying soft skills... but more to the way of living... <br /><br />Its now I know that having a great idea and making it sound ordinary is a very hard thing to do. I have to do that because I myself hate people who boast around but sometimes, when you have a train of thoughts, its very hard for you not to share. But somehow or rather, I manage to stay "humble" in discussions... Remember the movie Red Cliff where Zhuge Liang always tries to make all his knowledge sounds humble.. seriously, its not easy.<br /><br />Saying things people want to hear too is very difficult... It never came naturally to me but I always try to keep this thing in mind. I know i always crack up lame jokes but I still need to keep it politically correct all the time.. haha... <br /><br />To cut things short... when I've reach a level of Vice President, a lot of technical stuffs can't be learned anymore. Its only stuffs which you can pick up through observation that can be learned along the way....<br /><br />Skills of such makes us more acceptable in the society... <br />skills that enables us to run faster than our shadow are skills you pick up through observationWilson Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301485063087400039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227831981181265261.post-76530708764037902682009-05-31T06:22:00.000-07:002009-05-31T09:59:13.357-07:00Will we ever come to an Understanding?<object width="340" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yIutgtzwhAc&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yIutgtzwhAc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />When this friend of mine asked me what does my friend meant by I need not to shop for Nike and I began to tell her how I got my collection and the number of Nikes' I have.<br /><br />She was like OMG!!<br />Then I asked her whats with the surprise la and then she show me the video above...<br /><br />You might be wondering why would girls be screaming if they see a wardrobe full of LV and nice clothes and so on?<br />I dont think any MAN will have a concrete answer. Even if I say put yourself in their Heels!..haha... You wouldn't understand it either.<br /><br />Its also the same.. Woman won't understand why guys would be so exited if they saw a walk-in-fridge full of heineken...Haha...<br />( I would do the same if its full of Absolut Vodka... not heikenen la... haha)<br /><br /><br />I don't think both man and woman will totally understand each other. At least not in our lifetime..haha. Even with Dummies encyclopedia published, we will say the facts are debatable.<br /><br />But seriously, do we need to understand each other. Maybe to a certain extend, yes, but completely.. hmm, I dont think so..<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">It is WE who don't understand each other that makes us Complementary to one another.</span><br /><br />haha.. looks like I studied lotza maths lately coz the quote above sounds like an equation...<br /><br />Think about it yea, is total understanding necessary?Wilson Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301485063087400039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227831981181265261.post-78392863571478854612009-05-28T10:39:00.000-07:002009-05-28T11:29:36.168-07:00Sweet memories from a "Small Package"While I was clearing my room today, I found a box of old handphones..<br />Just when I want to throw it away, I realise there are SD memory cards in it. Most of it didn't work..<br /><br />Except for one. And perhaps this is the memory card I used the most. Actually, Its from my old nokia, (The one which is big enough to use as weapon..haha), which i used throughout my NS till upper sixth.<br /><br />Here are some of the photos which are still in good shape...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimc1eP9eTDhAYUEaNxZZj2iQ6E9ArplHf39GwfmRlE1OucSNfAwl5TWGuM8gJJTkUWDm10NOaJPOP2JDvjq0kL8j4H5qeNMXVl4ZfKM4d0H9YSTKAGfCTCgtK0t_zeMbQ9LPLOyWSL6cs/s1600-h/Mr+ng%27s+cny.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimc1eP9eTDhAYUEaNxZZj2iQ6E9ArplHf39GwfmRlE1OucSNfAwl5TWGuM8gJJTkUWDm10NOaJPOP2JDvjq0kL8j4H5qeNMXVl4ZfKM4d0H9YSTKAGfCTCgtK0t_zeMbQ9LPLOyWSL6cs/s320/Mr+ng%27s+cny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340935018771545858" border="0" /></a>Remember this? The Legendary drawing of Mr Ng Hee Sang! our beloves physics teacher<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNGVOgUt8IkDRKyMTPCkWMTMscMa7HmmKDQBjFGd8Zasmli-j43TKpd2h_vi4GhwNFOFcWXpSysAZWzfrYtjHa0qAZ8ujXztIYb2Cmhttdi9qBj6t5fZBKfIEo7FsVOIMft8reAqqEM88/s1600-h/CS+cake.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNGVOgUt8IkDRKyMTPCkWMTMscMa7HmmKDQBjFGd8Zasmli-j43TKpd2h_vi4GhwNFOFcWXpSysAZWzfrYtjHa0qAZ8ujXztIYb2Cmhttdi9qBj6t5fZBKfIEo7FsVOIMft8reAqqEM88/s320/CS+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340935014369727090" border="0" /></a>The Counter Strike Cake!.. nola.. Cleanliness and Security Commission Farewell cake<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaNx5KyC8G6Zr6YM5WN1HOhcEuO_413N_Q3xasSYqGAvwOEL9HsDrk0v75mSYdSB5XeYvhUZTZ0YlXAdOOLxLkbiwNYTQvh1yWkHxHutPX6i_Mv1Li8T8Zl1X8Ag-hJ6cXQj8p4HqMn-w/s1600-h/Image(107).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaNx5KyC8G6Zr6YM5WN1HOhcEuO_413N_Q3xasSYqGAvwOEL9HsDrk0v75mSYdSB5XeYvhUZTZ0YlXAdOOLxLkbiwNYTQvh1yWkHxHutPX6i_Mv1Li8T8Zl1X8Ag-hJ6cXQj8p4HqMn-w/s320/Image(107).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340934488575739810" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The wines which I vowed to sell in 30 days.. And I manage to sell 85 % of it!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDteerZ82RXj5osUjzW00x44HAnsq7pNwxlJO8lOIEj2gUNSa-wOV_NoqNqjMGGWrZWxPNkpTOYdv1LLrtbcFZm5FbbjYTgNkEcxSARxrLsM0O67czlxIMigi8VT1gy7IRusdYoc5EfJQ/s1600-h/Image(109).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDteerZ82RXj5osUjzW00x44HAnsq7pNwxlJO8lOIEj2gUNSa-wOV_NoqNqjMGGWrZWxPNkpTOYdv1LLrtbcFZm5FbbjYTgNkEcxSARxrLsM0O67czlxIMigi8VT1gy7IRusdYoc5EfJQ/s320/Image(109).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340934485392441570" border="0" /></a>My cousin, Carey!.. cute huh, well, I am sure she looks different now...<br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAqHbc8grHHrtiHl0XwRE2teNJqlLRoUSPRDedTxc0pX2g1JgttySjFUTikP4t0vILzvSbPl4YiGi9H1fn7fl3u00m9KgkfYRgHbairzolktgVCwRPBodczfEN9ZYrii4INTaPMhO7kgs/s1600-h/Image(058).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAqHbc8grHHrtiHl0XwRE2teNJqlLRoUSPRDedTxc0pX2g1JgttySjFUTikP4t0vILzvSbPl4YiGi9H1fn7fl3u00m9KgkfYRgHbairzolktgVCwRPBodczfEN9ZYrii4INTaPMhO7kgs/s320/Image(058).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340934480692430834" border="0" /></a>I think this is Class Party in Chee Lupp's house..<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHtB8MdkutXpD5odnJfrHJo-UoTAHBT6UuP5pqTqTg22_-AkGStSJ-I6SEDSOccKB0koqpB-vPDqRzzXPzqiS1xbxpyJ21rV3cDwRchyFOFq_DgkkYMAU_BS_b-7_VpLTbMJ4_RPkKixI/s1600-h/Image(049).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHtB8MdkutXpD5odnJfrHJo-UoTAHBT6UuP5pqTqTg22_-AkGStSJ-I6SEDSOccKB0koqpB-vPDqRzzXPzqiS1xbxpyJ21rV3cDwRchyFOFq_DgkkYMAU_BS_b-7_VpLTbMJ4_RPkKixI/s320/Image(049).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340934481019966834" border="0" />Our first Prom Night!<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuXWXwUgB0NAyQzycz0naUhzL3xkFTqNOUtuIicvZXpevjAucge6FnQcCMWpgDOn6C4XC6_7DrFi7lkwB2jmo6OJFZtsDKfw84VBgHtLHxUqqhWuHA7BDArbGHuJGtd8pTLNZTwEfVNVo/s1600-h/Image(036).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuXWXwUgB0NAyQzycz0naUhzL3xkFTqNOUtuIicvZXpevjAucge6FnQcCMWpgDOn6C4XC6_7DrFi7lkwB2jmo6OJFZtsDKfw84VBgHtLHxUqqhWuHA7BDArbGHuJGtd8pTLNZTwEfVNVo/s320/Image(036).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340933192628151794" border="0" />William and Saimun's birthday right after Mr Karu's Tuition Class</a><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif30uo2Ba0qcftruDMlJ04MXlibu1s22R5zOfDqrevyiGfhhVsOXT0JjO7yylFyBfsutYC4GjSF_y4FBj_P7SxSKoXm5l78nbV2ZaTKwOPgtHNzn9s3qXIVRtiQGkW5XRH8ZXoUGN9XHw/s1600-h/DSC00130.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif30uo2Ba0qcftruDMlJ04MXlibu1s22R5zOfDqrevyiGfhhVsOXT0JjO7yylFyBfsutYC4GjSF_y4FBj_P7SxSKoXm5l78nbV2ZaTKwOPgtHNzn9s3qXIVRtiQGkW5XRH8ZXoUGN9XHw/s320/DSC00130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340933187640790882" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYqSYJE7szVz76pYup47l5sp2XdzjqFlB1OLJiCAtyHYga1pR79Cx-RtdfDIwEjgE60DreDFrRnErWZkfVmPEMChIL7WEwhl6P9n5k0-M-nCc3vWOR09yh1MuYJLnNwAIUGX7xRn9p9m8/s1600-h/DSC00121.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYqSYJE7szVz76pYup47l5sp2XdzjqFlB1OLJiCAtyHYga1pR79Cx-RtdfDIwEjgE60DreDFrRnErWZkfVmPEMChIL7WEwhl6P9n5k0-M-nCc3vWOR09yh1MuYJLnNwAIUGX7xRn9p9m8/s320/DSC00121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340933179332339714" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Leadership Training Camp In Stella Maris Penang<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimRCwjVpfyA5y094sM1KAwxKp2ubnGfgeIfFysmOycKHfrPxJULc1O2ckCzObELco3M7pmg1mLlmfIIdqGnsUruBvN-dlhKtiP07M3f93m28qT0hBPGNYeF9Wu2X38_tv7UCwIKAUXfdI/s1600-h/DSC00054.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimRCwjVpfyA5y094sM1KAwxKp2ubnGfgeIfFysmOycKHfrPxJULc1O2ckCzObELco3M7pmg1mLlmfIIdqGnsUruBvN-dlhKtiP07M3f93m28qT0hBPGNYeF9Wu2X38_tv7UCwIKAUXfdI/s320/DSC00054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340933176238267042" border="0" /></a>Kumara!.. right before we claim victory in the interclass marching competition<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS7vmsK_GQLcSBMwn2NxmFIb0_7tRQYQ3Icy_Aj_AjkSTSyyJxViqbaRKw60YbSJvzdBLa8t48I0_3MRs24d53T-cWbUVvqHtZNN37gNI-TClyu4lNyzZGhlfOGe5AC0TE9RwzM__8BMU/s1600-h/DSC00051.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS7vmsK_GQLcSBMwn2NxmFIb0_7tRQYQ3Icy_Aj_AjkSTSyyJxViqbaRKw60YbSJvzdBLa8t48I0_3MRs24d53T-cWbUVvqHtZNN37gNI-TClyu4lNyzZGhlfOGe5AC0TE9RwzM__8BMU/s320/DSC00051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340933171965466850" border="0" /></a>The red cowboys!.. HAHA<br /></div><br />Wow... not bad.. big memories do comes in small packages..<br />And i got back some of my old favourite songs as well... haha... let me see what more I can recover yea...<br /><br />okla.. i need to sleep now... cyaz aite...Wilson Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301485063087400039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227831981181265261.post-29063626854376287672009-05-27T07:51:00.000-07:002009-05-27T09:28:41.372-07:00True InspirationsWith Aaron's Petronas Scholarship taking him to Italy for an internship..<br />Kee Cheong finally getting a scholarship from Maxis..<br />And my other dear friends getting scholarships from companies like YTL, Great Eastern, Genting, ASEAN, HP and many many more...<br /><br />These are the people who can really inspire you to move forward in life.<br />Some of them are smart, but it all mostly comes from hardwork.<br /><br />I've met them and as usual most of them are denying that they are working hard. Oh well, they are just being Malaysian, keeping it "humble"<br /><br />I'm studying and I know its not easy to get to that level. Some say it might be because its mathematics but seriously, don't tell me statistics is tougher than medic. If it really does, I am totally doing something which is out of my league!<br /><br />When I meet friends of such, I really do measure myself to them. I know pretty well I am not as capable as them but I do believe there is some way for me to reach their level of success. It might take a longer route, but the end result and achievement should be the same.<br /><br />Its only when I see them, I start to believe..<br />Not those from the television or book...<br /><br />but those besides me..Wilson Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301485063087400039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227831981181265261.post-9522944186514647942009-05-17T09:20:00.000-07:002009-05-18T03:05:55.768-07:00Aussie Aussie Aussie!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjt26xNniFepqVOUfYORGUahKTsWMQ1q4ugvKTg_U8-zDcdpkTqRXxpWG_cgmeiNwryDfopM7qJvfU8rGI9tRHDE79OcjOseucD-S9hgT-fPsGIQ7ij8P1RD1WMEJ8dCXA3r6KsXNO6qI/s1600-h/CIMG1740.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjt26xNniFepqVOUfYORGUahKTsWMQ1q4ugvKTg_U8-zDcdpkTqRXxpWG_cgmeiNwryDfopM7qJvfU8rGI9tRHDE79OcjOseucD-S9hgT-fPsGIQ7ij8P1RD1WMEJ8dCXA3r6KsXNO6qI/s320/CIMG1740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336857843508825010" border="0" /></a><br />Hey yo... Sorry, I was a little busy with the National Pioneer's Camp which was right after my trip from Perth, Australia.. So here are some pictures which probably you might be interested in.... =p<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKKAFk0sZSiwrfwM7ub5q5_VZm5JezflHThz70NxZyn2e4murvHbPD2iU0clIfa3ehJBAdCCKKEzDAdIonZ_URzRvyzM4Stp9nn6wx2DDxynLtOZqsLpXKXmViz5VK17xoDas-2aALcdY/s1600-h/CIMG1557.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKKAFk0sZSiwrfwM7ub5q5_VZm5JezflHThz70NxZyn2e4murvHbPD2iU0clIfa3ehJBAdCCKKEzDAdIonZ_URzRvyzM4Stp9nn6wx2DDxynLtOZqsLpXKXmViz5VK17xoDas-2aALcdY/s320/CIMG1557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336861835601192786" border="0" /></a><br />The Perth Trip went pretty well, except the fact that shop closes at 5.00 pm everyday. Which means I either got to stay in my Hotel room all night or went to the cyber cafe to play with the Australian teens. The picture above was a glimpse of what the shopping area was like just before they closes at 5.00 pm...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNXbuJCjFzg8DnDcYF2vdnI4c-bvWES_0uG8wc4D5E7bM-1g8gSCgjVPzV1gNVyZBx3c7aeJ0Os_1YxAilfos_hemJ9tcCL4SeTcqWtIVCQfXf0kW0rqrpPOGAdO2C3OfS1WqyO_8g_3g/s1600-h/CIMG1644.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNXbuJCjFzg8DnDcYF2vdnI4c-bvWES_0uG8wc4D5E7bM-1g8gSCgjVPzV1gNVyZBx3c7aeJ0Os_1YxAilfos_hemJ9tcCL4SeTcqWtIVCQfXf0kW0rqrpPOGAdO2C3OfS1WqyO_8g_3g/s320/CIMG1644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336857831875314194" border="0" /></a><br />Well, the next day I went to the desert of Western Australia. Judging from the fact that I've never been to a place where there is so much sand, it was still interesting!..Haha.. ( <span style="font-style: italic;">why the hell I made it sound so bad, it was really fun whut =p</span> ). Yea, I did lotza cam whoring coz I just couldn't stand still and take a decent picture... So please forgive me...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8riPnK9nH8FOLfoi-I2mik82EeMtdztXLEeFSvIxMff9JthOaiSupUgx3Sdg4GE6lCYGXAfm37yk7mIUaFmQR64frADxGkR4GJqraSzYMNL9FV2_6A1x6l0iVyGCc2nw6mv1jNBmZhL4/s1600-h/CIMG1685.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8riPnK9nH8FOLfoi-I2mik82EeMtdztXLEeFSvIxMff9JthOaiSupUgx3Sdg4GE6lCYGXAfm37yk7mIUaFmQR64frADxGkR4GJqraSzYMNL9FV2_6A1x6l0iVyGCc2nw6mv1jNBmZhL4/s320/CIMG1685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337089900451699970" border="0" /></a><br />SAND BOARDING!!!... This is the replacement for the Bungee Jump that I wanna go. But this is still pretty adrenaline-a-tive because of the super steep and high sand dune. There was one time i went too fast and rolled over from the middle of the dune right till the bottom. So I got my first taste of sand also... Well, it doesnt taste like flour..haha<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWkEfdncW2MzL8YJiMM_lz4o0z_0HRMLLrtbBNF2Ko04zO4UqO2jzOdxMXEJqN_jYFsmw29jyQywWBSvnQLJTvtvGDVqedSNcp7-2foWSaRp_hmJtn2HPpgrs0JDH71TQscqRgMrCphC4/s1600-h/CIMG1752.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWkEfdncW2MzL8YJiMM_lz4o0z_0HRMLLrtbBNF2Ko04zO4UqO2jzOdxMXEJqN_jYFsmw29jyQywWBSvnQLJTvtvGDVqedSNcp7-2foWSaRp_hmJtn2HPpgrs0JDH71TQscqRgMrCphC4/s320/CIMG1752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336861833614686786" border="0" /></a><br />Yea, here is the little kid who went sand boarding without the board.. Lol.. Kidding.. He was just rolling around... haha...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQhpNpn0DwheNAy2pyzXdmw_XiA-W9gtvZ5YQbjLg8FurvUZSVOjdgFaGn3sCb7ZUiWfCe5JPDPYLuxYrKAFvI1tRkSrg-_SRfzRiE_SoyYFkGV_4Ai3NfKfspPbpHeRixfLopUx8v-XE/s1600-h/CIMG1678.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQhpNpn0DwheNAy2pyzXdmw_XiA-W9gtvZ5YQbjLg8FurvUZSVOjdgFaGn3sCb7ZUiWfCe5JPDPYLuxYrKAFvI1tRkSrg-_SRfzRiE_SoyYFkGV_4Ai3NfKfspPbpHeRixfLopUx8v-XE/s320/CIMG1678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336857837577959330" border="0" /></a><br /> You see that?! Probably not right...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB17SAIjNg1luVcDEDyHeuKfMVqmFwvpQGZfyZqpKSOb2C23YVRqE6lLO__xamVs52EcLtqlUCjsmtJb0BjZ_QzMJeJ1M2pul1HtBxoD23K5hdpHKZ9c_5zIxbmYZSa9I223_9LYw7DEs/s1600-h/CIMG1677.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB17SAIjNg1luVcDEDyHeuKfMVqmFwvpQGZfyZqpKSOb2C23YVRqE6lLO__xamVs52EcLtqlUCjsmtJb0BjZ_QzMJeJ1M2pul1HtBxoD23K5hdpHKZ9c_5zIxbmYZSa9I223_9LYw7DEs/s320/CIMG1677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337098972608684114" border="0" /></a>This is what I am talking about. A<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Muscle Bas Sekolah!</span> I am sure with this kind of muscle bus, there will be no truancy as kids wanna be seen in this cool ride..hahahah. They too also wont be late to school as this mean machine just crushes every car on its path.. LOL...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdSi1C_N_W18Y-qtFp0gaBZH5WdMoY81bRILHyav3XADcGcuW2DUTRfyrBobiGV5uuPo3nZovPHmwy6OhZWS5XWqJleFpoxPWYB4mdR74vfBrO9GF1unLIC0rB3rbg6wWkpcncaFGe1ZU/s1600-h/CIMG1591.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdSi1C_N_W18Y-qtFp0gaBZH5WdMoY81bRILHyav3XADcGcuW2DUTRfyrBobiGV5uuPo3nZovPHmwy6OhZWS5XWqJleFpoxPWYB4mdR74vfBrO9GF1unLIC0rB3rbg6wWkpcncaFGe1ZU/s320/CIMG1591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336857830254903570" border="0" /></a>Last but not least, biasa la, Kang -Ga- Roo. it is actually nibbling my palm and licking it... eww<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Fz2b6VVCs47p3ATb6SbT0oMb_KkiWICfQckE_0EiGOYJ8jXhTR29m-dtdTptTt02zwSQ5ndco8a-r5LIehyphenhyphenJUUXHTh-fFmz8ADuUWHi1jGUkvy55CwkuuJk0ntHrqtt89wbZHqX-N30/s1600-h/CIMG1785.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Fz2b6VVCs47p3ATb6SbT0oMb_KkiWICfQckE_0EiGOYJ8jXhTR29m-dtdTptTt02zwSQ5ndco8a-r5LIehyphenhyphenJUUXHTh-fFmz8ADuUWHi1jGUkvy55CwkuuJk0ntHrqtt89wbZHqX-N30/s320/CIMG1785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336857848018192754" border="0" /></a>And this is Tasik Titiwangsa.. lol... Of course not. Its impossible Malaysian roads can be that clean. Perth by night... And do you realise one thing,.... Where is everyone?. There is practically no people on the road at night. I wonder how they spend long autumn and winter nights... Probably by partying... No wonder got so many type of beer and wines in Aussie..haha..<br /><br />Alright, This are the few photos out of the 250 photos I took in australia.. I wish I can upload everything but too bad, blog capacity tak muat.. lol..<br /><br />Cyaz people and take care...Wilson Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301485063087400039noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227831981181265261.post-5191169725583082292009-05-05T09:59:00.000-07:002009-05-05T10:03:20.165-07:00Headless ChickenYay.. exam is over....<br />So whatz next...<br /><br />To tell you the truth, I have so many Ideas and plans on my head, that I dont know which one to do first....<br /><br />I am just running around like a headless chicken i guess...<br /><br />anyway, do look out for more postings next week yea..<br /><br />Happy holidays...Wilson Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301485063087400039noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227831981181265261.post-4823500865319942902009-04-17T08:00:00.000-07:002009-04-17T09:24:47.407-07:00Fairytale Ending?I'm sure everyone read a fairytale story in their lifetime...<br />From Rapunzel up to the Wizard of Oz, each of them has a good ending..<br />But if you ponder on it for a while longer... Did their stories end there, or it is just a beginning?<br /><br />Take Cinderella for example...<br />First, of course, being bullied by the step family and the end, married with the Prince Charming.<br />The End... ?<br /><br />What IF, Cinderella getting married to the hot prince wasn't the last page of the bedtime storybook?<br /><br />Can the married couple live through happily ever after knowing the huge gap of their status?<br />What if the prince is a womanizer and has lots of scandal after marriage?<br /><br />When everyone reads the fairytale, they would expect a Happy Ending. When everyone is satisfied with that ending, people will close the book and call it a day.<br />The point is....<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >We as human, actually decides how we end our story.</span><br /><br /><br />There is no such thing as we wait for an happy ending to come. Reality doesn't work that way.<br />If we don't work for the desired ending, It may never come. And sometimes, it is ourselves who choose to end our story abruptly or a bad way. So, who is we to blame..<br />There are people out there who always say that they don't mean to end it that way. But did you realise the problem had already started at the built up of your story?<br /><br />Hence, if you dont like your "story", keep on "writing" till your desired ending...<br />Don't whine... Move on...Wilson Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301485063087400039noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227831981181265261.post-19848812860401279202009-04-08T22:27:00.000-07:002009-04-08T23:09:30.850-07:00It ain't about how hard you can hit.<span style="font-style: italic;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c49Ef5Bpzd8&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c49Ef5Bpzd8&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place and it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. </span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">But it ain't about how hard you hit; it's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done.</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><br /><br />Now, if you know what you're worth, then go out and get what you're worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hit, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you are because of him, or her, or anybody. Cowards do that and that ain't you. You're better than that!</span><br /><br /> <b style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">-Rocky Balboa</b><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">-</span><br /> <span style="font-size:78%;"><span class="bodysi"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Speaking to his son in Rocky Balboa (2006)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">These few days at home, my mom always say that the person my parents worry the most in the family is me. All because I don't seem to get what I always want and I still dream of getting that something in life.<br /><br />When I replied<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"I'm the last person anyone should worry about"</span><br />Bullets come flying to my face saying that this is the problem with me. Getting over confident and all. When I say I'm not, they always try to make me believe that I am...<br /><br />Seriously, I know the answer. I am not over confident. I just truly understands how things work in life better than most of the people out there of my age. Things never comes easy for me and it still does, even now. Should I just give in and and let the environment lead my life?<br /><br />The obvious answer is No rite. But most of the people just wont understand it when I explain this verbally.. When I say I'm the last person to worry about doesn't mean I am Over Confident, Unrealistic and Still Dreaming.<br /><br />Its just I understand that in this world, if we can't find a will to move on. We won't be able to get to what we want as well. When people and situations forces us down to our knees, its always up to us to stand up and stand against their will. This is how we shape our world, and quoting above,<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">This is how winning is done...</span><br /><br />remember, this world ain't about rainbow and sunshine. However, we can always find our rainbow and sunshine if we are willing to take the hits. Its about how much you can take and keep moving forward...<br /><br />However, should I really be the last person one should worry about? This, I'm really not sure...<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span>Wilson Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301485063087400039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227831981181265261.post-55103677728572768122009-04-04T19:52:00.000-07:002009-04-04T21:01:57.695-07:00Different LightDays had past since "judgment" day...<br />And I'm still strong, alive, and accepting facts bit by bit...<br /><br />It is now I see things in a very different light, just when all my plans started to crumble down from the sky....<br /><br />To most of us, we think we can see the world by having yourself at the top. But sometimes, things are to be seen when you're down below. Only with the combination of both, we can see everything.<br /><br />I used to be so hype and positive, I always think that everything is going to be alright. The funny thing is, everything really did turn out ALRIGHT!!! However, when one thing goes wrong, you will feel helpless thinking that its the end of the road for you.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">Its only we fall, we have the opportunity to raise up again....</span><br /><br />Last time i remember my friend kept asking me what is the difference of a perfect 10 with a 9?<br />My first answer was, the difference is obvious. 10 is better than 9!!<br />Then I went home and think again, is it necessary that 10 is always better? And here comes my final conclusion, if we have a 9, we will always know that we have room to improve and develop ourselves. With this in mind, it will suppress our pride.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">In this light, a near perfect score of 9 will be better than a perfect 10.</span><br /><br />I'm beginning to to see things differently, Its slow but its definitely progressing....<br /><br />Thanks for all your support in pulling me through. Its only now I've learn there are many people around me.. lol.. And its now I know what there are many people reading this post... Including some people who I don't expect at all.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Btw, a lot of people asked why I look so differently from how I portray in life. Look at the header, this is where I unmask. But don't worry, I'm still real with or without the mask. Just that I don't want so many people worry about me sometimes..haha</span><br /><br />Take care....Wilson Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301485063087400039noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227831981181265261.post-7959916531176222552009-03-29T20:37:00.000-07:002009-03-29T21:04:26.197-07:00Stars FadingCome on, oh my star is fading<br />And I see no chance of release<br />And I know I'm dead on the surface<br />But I am screaming underneath.....<br /><br />Its been 4 year and reality never smack that hard on my face before.<br />My dream of working in an open ocean oil rig came to an end today....<br />It all ended when Dr Noordin told me it was extremely difficult to get into geophysics based on my STPM results. However, he told me to take up masters in geophysics,<br />but seriously, that is the future. 3 years down the road, can I still make it?<br /><br />I didn't know how much would my disastrous STPM result will effect me till today.<br />Just when I thought I can change my past and start anew, past failures come haunting me again..<br /><br />I guess, there is no such thing as running away from history. When your record is scratched, nothing can mend it except a time machine to bring my back to 2007. I really wish i can go back to 2007 and bash up the old lazy me who is unwilling to work and take things for granted.<br /><br />I know I've changed pretty much today compared to 2007. But sometimes, its just too late. The lesson here is<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"Change your destiny when you still have the chance. Change it now, never wait for tomorrow"</span><br /><br />When people tell me the last 8 weeks before STPM can change your life for the next 40 year, it is really true, I truly and regretfully understand it today.<br />I should had change it back in 2007....... in 2009, its all over.<br /><br />I really don't know how should I act now. I'm surely not happy, but I can't spread the infectious emotional virus to my friends around me. Seriously, I think my coursemates won't understand my emotions now as they all hope I can stay in Applied Stats.<br /><br />For the first time, I really feel like crying, but I really don't know how. The only thing I need to tell myself is to move on and live your current reality. This period will be a lone journey as I don't expect people to understand my passion to work in the middle of the ocean.<br /><br />I only know now I need to accept facts that I need to work well in my finals next month so I wont regret in the future like now. This is tough and why god put me in such paths. Just to understand pain better than other people?<br /><br />Do I really deserve this?<br />Yes I do,<br />And you can just put the blame on me. I don't have excuses<br /><br />Pull me through..... pull me through... pleaseWilson Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301485063087400039noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227831981181265261.post-192772839278606462009-03-14T10:24:00.000-07:002009-03-14T10:39:50.995-07:00Isn't it a little too late?Its had already been 10 months in USM....<br /><br />And I only start to cherish my coursemates now.....<br /><br />I seriously regret my actions of not acknowledging them as my closest friends as they had already treated me one of their own long long time ago. Its only till yesterday in the Maths Night I realize this might be the last Maths Night I'm attending. I MIGHT be entering the School of Physics next year...<br /><br />They had indeed been a great bunch. The thing I appreciated the most is having they accepting me in their activities even though I am huge language barrier. Sometimes having them speaking Cantonese for me makes me feel kinda happy as I can communicate!! haha...<br />As return, I minimize my usage of English as I know they doesn't feel comfortable with it...<br /><br />1 more month left, and only I realize the importance of Non- AIESEC friends... yikes...Wilson Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301485063087400039noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227831981181265261.post-26625729868567049952009-02-20T02:30:00.000-08:002009-02-20T19:58:19.423-08:00The Schemer<b style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001173/">Two-Face</a></b><span style="font-style: italic;">: <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">It was your men, your plan! </span></span><br /><br /><b style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005132/">The Joker</a></b><span style="font-style: italic;">: <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Do I really look like a guy with a plan? You know what I am? I'm a dog chasing cars. I wouldn't know what to do with one if I caught it. You know, I just... do things. The mob has plans, the cops have plans, Gordon's got plans. You know, they're schemers. Schemers trying to control their little worlds. I'm not a schemer. I try to show the schemers how pathetic their attempts to control things really are. So, when I say... Ah, come here. </span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> [</span><i style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="fine">takes Dent's hand into his own</i><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">] </span><br /><br /><b style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005132/">The Joker</a></b><span style="font-style: italic;">: <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">When I say that you and your gir</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">lfriend was nothing personal, you know that I'm telling the truth. It's the schemers that put you where you are. You were a schemer, you had plans, and look where that got you. </span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> [</span><i style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="fine">Dent tries to grab the Joker</i><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">] </span><br /><br /><b style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005132/">The Joker</a></b><span style="font-style: italic;">: <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">I just did what I do best. I took your little plan and I turned it on itself. Look what I did to this city with a few drums of gas and a couple of bullets. Hmmm? You know... You know what I've noticed? Nobody panics when things go "according to plan." Even if the plan is horrifying! If, tomorrow, I tell the press that, like, a gang banger will get shot, or a truckload of soldiers will be blown up, nobody panics, because it's all "part of the plan." But when I say that one little old mayor will die, well then everyone loses</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> their minds!<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQy0WUJqByXmTJNsNhs0jPp-CP6MSSYBmZz7Q51NOhFS-5_laLBjO7XWxupReBpG1rFkob_B-fRZ8sRGw0dga0p9EDi8-SfNU3G3blusOX3i4nMP6VILAnN0aIXi8eyo8iJUKcVNfd0zw/s1600-h/2811208520_7c9385b377.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQy0WUJqByXmTJNsNhs0jPp-CP6MSSYBmZz7Q51NOhFS-5_laLBjO7XWxupReBpG1rFkob_B-fRZ8sRGw0dga0p9EDi8-SfNU3G3blusOX3i4nMP6VILAnN0aIXi8eyo8iJUKcVNfd0zw/s320/2811208520_7c9385b377.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305094667069322418" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">When I see the Joker... this quote always come to my mine...<br /><br />Is being an "good" planner necessarily a good thing?. Yes, everyone admits and say that I plan well and stuffs like that. Some even say my ability to plan ahead is an asset as you have to be somewhat bright to be able to "see" the future...<br /><br />But have you ever wonder.... If everything is planned ahead, where is the element of surprise?<br />Everything I do will become predictable and hence my competitors can counter my strategies easily. Nothing is fun anymore when its planned. And when the strategies doesn't goes as planned, I'm the one under fire again... gosh....<br /><br />In order to counter my abilities, these few months, I realized I need to come up with at least 2 or 3 plans to counter each other if it fails...<br /><br />in other words, I've became a schemer... naturally...<br /><br />This is totally not something I'm proud of... but currently the only plan I'm able to pull off completely is the one i put on Evelyn.. and that worked pretty well. Other plans are still undergoing and seriously, I'm not having fun because everything I do have a hidden purpose behind it... why can't I be normal and do things spontaneously...<br /><br />Being analytical had made me a very serious man...<br />and to some people... this is not a way to live.....</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br /></span></span></span>Wilson Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301485063087400039noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227831981181265261.post-11584232707719170122009-02-16T03:14:00.000-08:002009-02-16T07:30:41.986-08:00The Apprentice<span style="font-style: italic;">"I'm a fast learner, Don't Worry"</span><br /><br />That was what I told all the members of the floor in my acceptance speech a month plus ago...<br />When i told you don't worry, it may mean I'm worrying in someway or another...<br />However, I totally believe I'm able to pull it through..<br /><br />I was in Kuala Lumpur for the past Valentine weekend... Nah, it wasn't for fun or things like that la, though I wish it was for a holiday in some part of it. Yea, I was up there for "work" purposes again. This time for the AIESEC MC transition camp.<br /><br />Of course, technical stuffs were transited to us. I'm incharge of the incoming exchange part, which means I'm the Sales and Delivery guy in a normal company.. and some old memories and energy did came back.<br /><br />I remember back in late 2004, where me and my exco board of MMB went out to find sponsorship for our band. I still remember I was excited to look for funds everyday as it was a very new experience compared to the usual sectional music practise of the band. I still remember during that time, The Apprentice had just ran its first season where Bill Rancic became the first apprentice of Donald Trump. During that time, Bill Rancic was just 25 years old and is already a CEO of a multi million cigar company, before he joined the reality show. I was really inspired..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFufn-xAu-Jyi237eSwGs2U_oTBJ-w9HCsjfJQmbvlCkcl0D3KSvD2ttaasxYDZAilRkV44h_AkyJYi6xx79Ee0BLhmX8_xDgYjj8erxEP7wZgmv3TEV_3dBkdik0gbJZD8y9Ksw-3e6E/s1600-h/050211_ArtsApprentice_hd.hmedium.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFufn-xAu-Jyi237eSwGs2U_oTBJ-w9HCsjfJQmbvlCkcl0D3KSvD2ttaasxYDZAilRkV44h_AkyJYi6xx79Ee0BLhmX8_xDgYjj8erxEP7wZgmv3TEV_3dBkdik0gbJZD8y9Ksw-3e6E/s320/050211_ArtsApprentice_hd.hmedium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303416370016072770" border="0" /></a><br />I still remember I woke up every morning during that December school break, eager to go to out to find funds using "marketing skills" learned from The Apprentice. And due to that energy, we were getting 4 digit figure money into the account everyday from a sleepy town of Ipoh. Oh my, Those were the days. I used to tell my dad my success stories everyday and all the different kind of people we met along the way...<br /><br />2009....<br />4 years had past and I haven't been touching anything near Sales. I always wanted a Sales experience but I'm not willing to take up management courses . I believe I will have a upper hand among other salesman if I'm from a scientific background as I can analyse better.<br /><br />In less than one months time, I'll be going for my first marketing trip and hopefully I can convince some company to accept and adopt our international internship programme. And all of a sudden, I'm back in the Apprentice mode.<br /><br />There are good and bad thing in my Apprentice mode though...<br /><br />The good thing<br />I'm more prepared to go out to negotiate with other people,<br />I handle rejection better, not only in sales aspect,<br />I'm more optimistic,<br />and I'm actually willing to study whenever I'm free as I know I dont have extra time like last time..<br /><br />The bad thing...<br />I don't go out as much anymore...<br />I'll exercise less, which means I'll gain more weight... gosh..<br />I don't have much time for family and friends...<br />I don't think about relationships that frequent<br />I can't go back to Ipoh as often anymore...<br /><br />I really don't hope the bad things will occur to me that much..That was purely based on my past experience in the 2004...<br /><br />I still want to be alive and kicking!!<br /><br />But anyway, If not for the MC's, I don't think I'll get into this mode... All thanks to Cafrey, Daryl and Jai... now I know what to do. I want to shoutout my special thanks to Elaine... gosh, she is the one who made the wake up call that I should double up my learning pace in ICX...<br />To Siong, Emily and Jasmine, its very nice to know you more...<br /><br />and to ching... its really nice to see you around. Your presence made me feel more comfortable in the MC's office as I can always have the idea in my head where I know someone close there...<br /><br />Thatz all from me now... this is the first week after half a semester where I'm actually free to do my other stuffs... lol...<br />cyaz people...Wilson Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301485063087400039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227831981181265261.post-13689553694314870502009-02-02T04:34:00.000-08:002009-02-02T05:15:09.955-08:00Confessions of a Home BoyOla.. Its back in the uni...<br />I was way too busy to blog during last week's holiday...<br />Its either celebration by day or AIESEC transition and Calculus by night.. There is no ending...<br /><br />This CNY had indeed been the most "hectic" and fun celebration of the numerous celebrations I had. I went from house to house and activities almost every night in the my hometown, which is Ipoh. Who said Ipoh isn't happening. It all depends on you aite...<br /><br />It was fun meeting back with old friends day after day. They just have endless story to share everyday. Most of them haven't change a bit since high school days. I guess the only fella who change is me...again....<br /><br />Sometimes i do wish I'm studying in UM or UPM. Like that, I can see them more often, but sad to say, I'm the only one in the Island while the rest are all down south. The nearest to me should be Teikz and Sai Mun, who both stranded halfway at Nibong Tebal...<br /><br />Actually, I wrote this post because I had a pretty unusual feeling being back in the campus this time. This is the first time I'm actually feeling sad about leaving home. And I'm not the type of person who get homesick, till now I guess...<br /><br />Before this, home sickness was never an issue to me. But it is only due to the reason I know when is my next trip home all the time. On the way back,I sat on the bus thinking when I can actually be back. After realising all my weekends are fully packed for this month, I stop thinking about when I actually can go back home... My next trip back might be in April,.... if I have the time...<br /><br />Sometimes, its pretty sickening as my home is just 1 hour 45 minutes away and yet I can't go back as often as my fellow Ipoh coursemates does. To make situations more tempting, I have long weekends every week as my Fridays are off days for this semester. Like they say, so near yet so far... I'm pretty envious of those staying in penang as they can at least get the <span style="font-weight: bold;">idea</span> of home is always within reach, that is already comforting enough..<br /><br />There aren't anyone to blame actually. Nothing is wrong, just the timing ain't right this time. The thing which i miss most are my parents and sis. I always try to get home when my sis is back from singapore so my parents would get a perfect reunion. However, even during last sememter, I only made it back on such occasion 1 out of 4 times..<br /><br />probably its high time to call back home more often this time...Wilson Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301485063087400039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227831981181265261.post-45655231354478842602009-01-17T20:26:00.000-08:002009-01-17T21:16:58.198-08:00Its the end where I begin...<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">10.34 am</span><br />I was still asleep. I really don't feel like waking up as I lazy to stay awake waiting for the AGM that will happen at night. I slept quite late the night before. I initially have some duty at Penang State Maths Quiz replacing one of my coursemate as an examiner. However, I've decided on the day before that I wont be attending as my mental health and concentration wont be up the mark that day due to the anxiety.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">10.35 am</span><br />My phone rang. Initially I thought it was an alarm, but soon after when I heard of the Metro Station's ringtone, I knew one of my AIESEC-ers are calling. Yes indeed, it was Serena.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Serena : Good Morning Wilson!! What are you doing now?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Wilson : Sleeping La....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Serena : Ok, this will definately wake you up. How about I offer you the position of VP of Finance </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> and Admin...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Wilson: Yea, Why not, Like I said during the interview, I'll take it with an open heart</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Serena :OK, how about VP of Incoming Exchange (ICX) ?</span><br /><br />. . . . .<br /><br />Wait.... is this a test or something?... VP of ICX?!! Got to be kidding rite... its such a high position suited only for experienced exchangers. I on the other hand is a Talent Management and Communication guy. ICX?... Hmmm...<br /><br />. . . . .<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Wilson : I dont think so. Because this department is very important and they need someone who </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> is very experience in handling it...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Serena : Okay... I'll see you tonight...</span><br /><br />Even after that conversation, I though I was in a dream... VP of ICX.... This is really not my field before... I know I'm willing to lern and stuff but isn't there better candidates to choose from me as there are another 3 candidate running for this position? technically speaking, there is around 6 potential candidates to choose from besides me... this is so not going to happen...haha<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">10.48am</span><br />Another phone call from serena... this better be good...haha,<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Serena : Heyz, actually I forgotten to tell you, we are splitting up the department in to 2. One </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> specializing in Management Trainee and Technical Trainee, another one on </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> Development Trainee and Education trainee. We are doing this because ICX is </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> a very huge department and we need specialised person to do the job. So Wilson, can </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> you handle DT and ET?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Wilson : DT and ET huh... ok... Shouldn't be a problem, but I need at least 1 month to get hold of </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> my departmental knowledge.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Serena : Cool, so wait for the results tonight la yea, and dont tell anyone of the call till after agm,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> Even Jia Xiang....</span><br /><br />Wahlauweh.... early in the morning give me something to muse already...hahaha<br />But it had been quite a month. This a a january i'll never forget in my life.<br /><br />and Finally, elections over...<br />The grueling test of determination, passion and faith had came to an end after 1 month..<br />And I'm proud of what I've achieve....<br /><br />I'm the New...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Local Committee Vice President of Incoming Exchange Department</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Development Trainee and Education Trainee</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">(LC VP ICX - DT & ET)</span><br /><br />yea, I know, the position's name is bloody long... And at first, I though that serena tld me this morning was a prank. Soon after that, I only knew this is a new initiative during the last AIESEC Cheiftain's Meet. This department is formed to drive growth in exchange numbers.<br /><br />Well, I know eveything happened for a reason, but looks like I need to know why am I chosen. I roughly know la listening to evelyn, but I need my own personal point of view as well... Give me a day or two, I'll figure it out...haha<br /><br />okla.... i gtg de, btw, this is the new board in AIESEC USM , the most Dynamic Board in the UNI...haha<br /><br />Local Committee President : Evelyn Chan<br /><br />Vice President of Incoming Exchange (MT & TT) - Tan Ken Jee<br />Vice President of Incoming Exchange (DT & ET) - Ng Wai Soon, Wilson<br />Vice President of Outgoing Exchange - Muslih<br />Vice President of Talent Management - Tan Hui Fong<br />Vice President of Project Management - Tina Carmillia<br />Vice President of Communication and Information Management - Liew Jia Xiang<br />Vice President of Finance and Administration - Michele Chang<br /><br />Wahlauweh....<br /><br />cyaz people<br /><br />PS; I cant wait for CNY.. gosh, I miss my family...Wilson Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301485063087400039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227831981181265261.post-74457870363469579042009-01-16T04:19:00.000-08:002009-01-16T09:44:33.479-08:00When 99% is never enough....Hi people I'm back from ONE MONTH hiatus.<br /><br />I'm so so sorry guys. I know I kept you all waiting for my latest story. But last month, things happened too fast till I don't have enough time to write it all. Whenever I wanted to write about something, another thing happened that omitted the first story.<br /><br />To keep things simple, last 4 weeks was AIESEC election. And its pretty obvious I ran for election. Running for elections was never easy in the first place, what more if it's AIESEC's election? If an elections last 4 weeks, its got to be a hell of a ride....<br /><br />Week one....<br />This was the week right after MyLDS. I've determine myself that I will run for an executive board position right after the last day. I was looking forward to the application package in my mail box. But soon after that, I knew I wanted to run for the elections all for the wrong reasons. I kinda use it as a chance to prove myself to others and to acquirre experience. Soon after that, I asked myself a question, am I doing this to satisfy myself or the good of my beloved LC?<br /><br />And yea, I abandon my applications for a while. I need to find a real reason why am I doing this. 3 days later, I found an answer, I'm should be doing this to add value to the LC! I can't be selfish, leaders must be a giver and never put taking as a main priority. So, thatz my ultimatum. I understood why I lost in the Mock MCP elections. I stood back up and regenerated a brand new me. * <span style="font-style: italic;">so now you know the main motivation of Wilson V2</span>'s <span style="font-style: italic;">build up</span>*<br /><br />Week two...<br />I've decided to go for the highest position, which is the Local Committee president. Sometimes, even now, I still think why I ran for such high position. Its like a junior MP running straight to the Prime Minister's position. Its quite a bold decision to make la.. It took A LOT OF COURAGE. A little less and you will fall. My dad don't understand why I took such risk knowing the percentage of winning it is pretty low ( at least for now as I'm new).<br />He told me that<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Son, I know its good to aim high but this time, I have to disagree with you, its a little too high for your current standard"</span><br /><br />Yeah!! I'm aware of that la... I'm not blind. Probably I'm the youngest in terms of AIESEC age to run for LCP in AIESEC Malaysia's history. Guys in the upper level must be wondering what this chap can do or wonder is this chap out of his mind...haha... But my ultimate aim is to see how far I can really go with my two hands.<br /><br />Week 3,<br />This is AIESEC Malaysia Member Committee Election week. This event is what we "suppose" to aim for in years to come... Its like Pilihan Raya Umno Peringkat Tinggi. Seriously, it was intense, and I gain a lot of insights from it. Me being a noob in official elections eventually became a pro in writing election speeches after that event. Although I did learn a few tricks from Evon and her dad suring the last General Elections tour with DAP, things are put into practise in evens like this.<br /><br />After the elections, I met up with Kean Siong. Apparently, he is my Sifu from the Member Committee. He was glad to see me running for elections, especially for the postition of LCP. He did told me this thing which i find it amusing at times la, but it shows how much faith he has in me...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"You know Wilson, my first impression of you during MyLDS is you will be someone great and big in AIESEC. Therefore, running for LCP suits your magnitude "</span><br /><br />I hope he didn't mean my size..haha... but seriously It meant a lot to me, especially from me doubting my move. I am finally, ready to go on greather heights.<br /><br />Week 4,<br />Election Week. Gosh, Thank god this week, my lecture wasn't pack(8 hours postponed). I had a hard time doing the proper slide for my presentation. I did the fist slide, It was very "political", hence I took it away.. I did the second slide, it was very "emotional", I took it down. My third slide was pretty "professional", now thatz what I'm talking about.<br />During the EGM, I manage to deliver my speech in a very different manner. Its very Wai Soon la, if you know what I mean... Full of power and no stopping... Just like the good old days. After that speech, I knew if I can't pass the vote of confidence, I really dont know where ot improve on because its I've put in my 110%, Till a certain extend, my performance wasn't the usual Wai Soon.<br /><br />In the end, I manage to pass the VOC with 85.7% level of confidence. Evelyn and Muslih manage to pass to with 78.5% and 71.4% each. We all needed 66% to go to the final selection round la.<br />In the after the selection, Evelyn became the LCP Elect due to her performance in the final interview, and i'm actually very proud of her. Only knowing her closely for two month, I knew she will be the best person to lead the LC to greather heights.<br /><br />Week 5<br />Gosh, it was this week is the last week fo the process. I admit I didnt do well in the LCP interview but I did fare a fairly good job in the LCVP's interview. But things got harder when the position i'm vying for have a total of 4 candidates. So fingers cross and hopefully by tmr, I'll be on board the most dynamic team in USM...<br /><br />So guys, that pretty what I've done so far... sorry for the hiatus.... I dont think it will happen again though..haha...<br /><br />take care people...Wilson Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301485063087400039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227831981181265261.post-74262801635335180452008-12-11T03:41:00.000-08:002008-12-11T05:27:59.214-08:00What doesn't breaks us only makes us Stronger<span style="font-family: arial;">You must been wondering where the heck am I for the past 2 weeks.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I was gone from Facebook, Plurk, and MSN,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I only reply your messages after 2 am in the morning, (soree guyszz)</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">My DiGi line is always out of bound.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">And you don't see me during Yum Cha Sessions in ipoh....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I was in MyLDS, if you were wondering whatz what, Thatz the Malaysian Leadership Development Seminar organized by AIESEC in Malaysia... Yea yea, another leadership seminar. I've been to a total of 6 of these seminar in my life, its is all pretty similar..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Well, thatz what I thought....... until what happened in the past 7 days changed my perspective of my life forever...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">A month ago, I already had a mental preparation on how the things are going to go. When i thought I'm in control, I lost everything the moment I entered the Hall... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Imagine you are an athlete, you train so hard till the extend YOU THINK you can't improve anymore and YOU THINK you are the best of all as YOU ALSO THINK that no one had been through the extra mile you did. After that, you enter the arena only to realise that everyone is almost as strong as you and some even stronger then you...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Thatz an analogy I can use now. The moment i entered the plenary, I actually had goosebumps for the first time after many many years. I remembered the last time I had that was during Band Competition in 2002 when I saw how AMC performed. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Same Fear, 7 years Later</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Its pretty intimidating to see so many student leaders gathered together in one place, where everyone is the same as m and suddenly when I think my building process is over, it starts all over again.. Pretty Crappy isn't it, but this is the point where i knew I had to change my mentality to benefit from the conference as much as possible.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">But there is only one thing i regreted most about this seminar, Its when I screwed up the Mock Member Committee President Election manifesto. I just filled up the form hastily and handed in. Even now, sometimes I don't believe I produced such low quality answers myself. Though this is only the mock elections, its better for me to screw up now rather than screwing up the real elections because by then, Its already too late. I felt bad after that when i got to know I wasn't shortlisted for the next round.My emotions got worst when I knew I had let my team down. I was angry at myself. I know quite a number of them expected me to at least advance to the next round but sad to say, it didnt happened. This is a huge turning point for me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I know that when I fail, I will let my friends down as well because they had put such a high expectation on me...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Never in my life people have hopes on me. I'm often seen as the follower rather then a leader. Its through Aiesec, people see me in a different light. To make things better, I was able to inspire my team mates in the Mock Local Community to continue striving in Aiesec. Only then, I know, I want to lead not because of the status, but because of my passion. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I always have the wrong mindset of wanting to run for higher positions during High School to gain recognition from others. In the real world, you got to work for recognition, you cant earn it with sweet talking or giving out empty promises that I myself doubt of. You got to work for it as action speaks louder than work. I'm not the type of person who brats about things which I've done for them and I'm glad people are starting to see it in me. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Though there was a little set back, but things are still good in the end. More importantly, I've learn a very valuable lesson today. Never let your people down as they don't simply put hopes on you. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">To LC USM, thanks for supporting me so much. I also like to apologise that I've kept my feelings for so long until the very last night. What I told you guys during the last sharing session is real. I felt that there are things you guys need to know that night and i knew if I don't tell you all, I will regret it even more then the Mock MCP elections incident. Thanks for believing in me still and I wont let you guys down again ya.</span> <span style="font-family: arial;">There are a lot of you calling me to run for LCP position, I will deeply consider that alright and no matter that my decision is, It an outcome of deep review and considerations in my abilities.As I say, I will never let you down again by making stupid decisions.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Thatz all from me, I got to go to singapore now... I will post up pictures of MyLDS in the next post together with day by day review (if tina post up photos of course..haha)..<br /><br />Thanks a lot once again, from the bottom of my heart.... </span>Wilson Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301485063087400039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227831981181265261.post-9085793615784160572008-11-16T23:05:00.000-08:002008-11-16T23:19:50.854-08:00Now... I feel like going home..It pretty weird to when I didn't want to go home for the past 4 weeks,<br />Its not like I don't wanna go back la but I just don't have the urge to...<br />I came back to the varsity yesterday for my last paper tomorrow...<br /><br />Its only now, I really feel like going home...<br />The uni doesn't feels like the usual anymore...<br /><br />Most of my friends are gone back home...<br />There are only a few rooms lighted up on my floor<br />The mamak is deserted..<br />The cafe is empty...<br />Life just isnt here anymore...<br /><br />From yesterday till now I only slept around 4 hours... This make things worst as I'm feeling pretty fatigue rite now from the studying.....<br /><br />I really need a break, a real one and i'm looking forward to finish up my exams tomorrow....Wilson Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301485063087400039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227831981181265261.post-77484284301833612122008-11-11T23:10:00.000-08:002008-11-12T01:46:40.991-08:00How Far I've Come..Hey fellas... Hows life treating you?<br />I know some of you had been surfin in and out of this site to check whether I've update my blog on my Birthday but sorry to say.. I was really really busy, even on my birthday....<br />Now that all of my core papers are over, I think I can steal some time from my Minor paper to blog..haha<br /><br />Neways, my Birthday lasted 3 days.. lol...<br /><br />8th Nov - Pre-Celebration at pizza hut and tanjung bungah with Maths School Coursemates<br />9th Nov - .....<br />10th Now - Post - Celebration at Gee Tomyam with fellow AIESECers..<br /><br /><br />You got to be wondering whatz up with all the dots there on the 9th... Itz because I did nothing at all on that day. It was a peculiarly ordinary day in fact.. Everything was plain normal right from the morning i woke up, study and sleep and night... Kak Izzatti told me that I have to get used to it for another 3 years at least.<br />In actual fact, it wasn't that bad la.. I got pre and post celeb, what more can I ask for?<br /><br />However the point is, this birthday is a near perfect parameter of the situation right now...<br />I can really see the difference in my situations back in June and now in November. In just 5 months, things had been like heaven and earth.<br /><br />5 months ago, all this seems impossible. A place in a varsity seems tough enough already, what more a birthday celebration where I still have people around me to celebrate with. Then came july and my luck started to change up till now...<br /><br />Having a birthday celebration this year is like Miracle, having my coursemates and aiesecers around, its Magic.<br /><br />Hence thanks everyone for remembering my day.. I really want to post some photos but it seems that they havent do so in FaceBook, so i'll do it in the next post...<br /><br />take care people.. i've got to continue my work.. cyaz aitez.. and thanks... from deep down my heart<br /><br />cyaz and thanks peopleWilson Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301485063087400039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227831981181265261.post-69223051227216838332008-11-07T07:21:00.000-08:002008-11-07T07:28:15.346-08:00Lone Battle<p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;">When you feel the weight of the world is on shoulders, what do you do?</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;">You give up?</span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;">You dream of getting away?</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Or you work on?</span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;">This is one of the question I threw to myself before my exam this morning. </span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Today I had one of the heaviest examination sessions of my life. 6 hours of Calculus and Statistic. After the exam, I got so numb that the only thing I felt is the chest pain I got halfway during my statistics examination.</span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;">When I was going through calculus this morning, I observed a lot of things. It doesn’t mean I’m dreaming or spacing, but how do you expect me not to see things happening beside me? </span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;">There were a total of 9 people around me in the examination hall….</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;">The first one left an hour later, then followed by the second guy 30 minutes later. At the end of the exam, there are only 4 people left around my table… I was really tempted to go out and give up on my exams because it was so bloody tough. It was even tougher then STPM my god!! To make things worst, my statistics was even tougher than calculus.</span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;">I was so torn apart, flipping through questions like nobody’s business. And then a vague voice came in my head.</span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Giving up? Is that even you?</span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;">What the hell, my head is talking to me? I got to be crazy, Wake up my boy!! Cripes!!<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;">And is that moment, I know, I need inspiration quick… </span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Obama.. that didn’t do the trick..</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;">He is an inspiration to me but that thatz a whole different inspiration</span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;">In search for inner strength, I remembered my journey to the university… Now, thatz not an inspiration, thatz a reality check… But it worked…<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;">4.30 pm : Pens down, eyes shut, air grasped…. And right in that moment, I knew, things aint gonna change if I give up now. The hardest man to fight in endurance like this is yourself because in the exam hall, you are not sparring against the paper, you are sparring with yourself. The lazy self against the hardworking one, the hard headed one against the side where you will give up .</span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;">4.33 pm : All eyes on the paper again and this time, I will try to do everything in it…</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;">You’ll find it funny when 3 minutes can change someone’s preference just like a snap of a finger. It is this 3 minutes, I renewed my endurance and I was able to sit through the paper till the very end.<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Though the paper was tough (It was bloody tough!!!), I know I had tried my best. Though my best wasn’t enough in some contexts but I’ll still have to move forward as my journey doesn’t ends here.</span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"> </span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"> </span></p> <span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> I'll take a rest from here.. cyaz</span></span>Wilson Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301485063087400039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227831981181265261.post-92150032149638682692008-11-01T09:06:00.000-07:002008-11-01T09:47:31.284-07:00Hot PotatoesAhha... I know this is a funny title for a post...<br /><br />It is actually a game I played in AIESEC.... It goes something like this. Everyone forms a circle, and each circle of approximately 10 people will be given a potato. Then we actually need to toss the potato around by calling the person's name in the opposite side. It was quite easy at first when we have only one potato.. But things got tougher and tougher when we are given more and more potatoes...<br /><br />Anyhow... the moral of the game is....<br />We are quite efficient when handling a singular task.<br />But things get tougher when we have to multi-task...<br /><br />My situation now = hot potato...<br /><br />hahaha.... Yea, it had been quite stressful this week and the next 2 weeks ahead. All i ever did was waking up and start studying... The only thing which keep my head on the ground is by not turning nocturnal. Being a nocturnal creature is the last thing I need during this season as I dont want my mind to be in sleep-mode when i'm in the examinations hall...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFI6LrXm8KZ_KqLWOoL2eJlbUKplXx8P5vqoezJQacfC4Kn2_o0OS2jqHkhflQS2RzkANT4qQ7cmd8GSBmsuPIqmmrElEDXxGV5hWAYRC7UiNCb65tfYxGDqu-QvPjbV0FuSx9_e3NBto/s1600-h/P1010108_edited.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFI6LrXm8KZ_KqLWOoL2eJlbUKplXx8P5vqoezJQacfC4Kn2_o0OS2jqHkhflQS2RzkANT4qQ7cmd8GSBmsuPIqmmrElEDXxGV5hWAYRC7UiNCb65tfYxGDqu-QvPjbV0FuSx9_e3NBto/s320/P1010108_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263727042727020850" border="0" /></a> Here are my bibles...lol... How far I'll go in the exam will depend on these books..<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh75_RzGPXM2BhyphenhyphenHRp5oKwE2hGCWo2WuC9Lxmsx24lvLbapHG9QvvfvvPvlyg1zyCoAopT2nxS8xFIHfCsRN8DYUbqzrLpnDowTaRdwlDfH0Y8aeYxtfj1S7Jc0SQ-y_dzO9acvw8gFSaQ/s1600-h/P1010101_edited.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh75_RzGPXM2BhyphenhyphenHRp5oKwE2hGCWo2WuC9Lxmsx24lvLbapHG9QvvfvvPvlyg1zyCoAopT2nxS8xFIHfCsRN8DYUbqzrLpnDowTaRdwlDfH0Y8aeYxtfj1S7Jc0SQ-y_dzO9acvw8gFSaQ/s320/P1010101_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263727031146955058" border="0" /></a> Welcome to my tactical office.. There is only room for one... lol<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimL3T4-kOrwHnKm6stYY3tGmrZCOzZgzGWBQf8UrJb6rN_ALSRmbkOO0zoFx59ziWMMQqcRSmQMUzZXo_3kD2snGTs9tnhLOuYZN94niBJ1tt0D1VQhiN2wZ6lC6Zo2OF7eQm3IwOtJIQ/s1600-h/P1010104.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimL3T4-kOrwHnKm6stYY3tGmrZCOzZgzGWBQf8UrJb6rN_ALSRmbkOO0zoFx59ziWMMQqcRSmQMUzZXo_3kD2snGTs9tnhLOuYZN94niBJ1tt0D1VQhiN2wZ6lC6Zo2OF7eQm3IwOtJIQ/s320/P1010104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263727033054752898" border="0" /></a> Thatz me.... Man At Work<br /><br />Thatz all from me...Yea its a very short post as I dont have much time after studying.. My eyes are kinda heavy le...anyway I'll have another post on tuesday i hope as it will be a very special day.. (Hidup Obama!!)<br /><br />take care and continue ur hard work!!Wilson Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301485063087400039noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227831981181265261.post-38456736219615784262008-10-26T09:37:00.000-07:002008-10-26T11:54:43.095-07:00Wings to FlyI'm so refeshed and recharged rite now...<br />Back in my home, to a place where I belong......<br />And all I ever did from yesterday till today is sleep...<br /><br />This sleep ain't the same as last time where I slept to kill time... Thatz laziness..<br />The sleep I had now is to restore my energy which i had lost for the past 3 weeks.. so its diff la okay<br /><br />Don't worry, tomorrow I will kickstart my engine once again for the next 3 weeks...<br />But as usual, I need inspiration to work on... last three weeks, the motivation came from me not being able to go home for mom's birthday. How about now?... Believe it or not, it came from youtube...<br /><br />Remember the good old adverts from petronas. Yea, it always work well in getting messages across and some of it gets my eye watery sometimes... But this one does inspire me a lot...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2LqMB_glCW0&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2LqMB_glCW0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Its the new deepavali advert from Petronas....<br />Its about this father who works hard so that one day his son can achieve his ambition to become a pilot...<br />The story is so simple, yet, we can relate it to our life...<br /><br />We all have tough times... Like my mom said, it is up to us whether we want to make the best out of it or not... <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" >Even through tough times, courage, determination and lots of love can give us wings to fly</span>... Anything less will leave us stranded not knowing what to do...<br /><br />As a person who has big goals in life, tough times are always here for me to endure. I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth. But I was born with love and care. Love from my family and sooner in live, love from my friends as well. If I ever said i give up during this process, I will just waste their hope and expectations on me...<br /><br />In the end, giving up ain't a choice for me. I only have a choice to be courageous to face the task, determine for success, or all of it.<br /><br />Thank you god for giving me a wake up call that I shall not fail any of them as they already gave me wings so I can fly high next time...<br /><br />cyaz people... and good luck in your examinations...Wilson Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301485063087400039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227831981181265261.post-35542470449205249222008-10-24T09:02:00.000-07:002008-10-24T10:36:16.598-07:00Pulling ThroughFooh.....<br />Itz finally over...<br />Itz not that over yet la coz i still have the exams but at least my 3 hectic weeks had past by just like a snap of a finger....<br /><br />For the past 2 to 3 weeks, things was kinda "weird" for me because I've never had such hectic schedule for a long time already. The last time i remembered was June 2005 where I have to juggle concert and marching practices alongside with exams. Its quite similar now actually with me juggle multiple tasks.<br /><br />There was even once where i had to be in 2 places at one time...<br />GOD!!! why people always need to screw up my schedule by having extra classes that clashes with my current class?!!!<br />nvm, its over... now... relax....<br /><br />I find it quite funny though during the rush.. the only thing i thought of are my home and more time. I only miss home when i'm messed up.. lol... I'm not too sure about that but thatz at least what my mom told me<br /><br />Amidst all of that craziness, I do understand that human's utmost potential is unleash when their situation pushes them to the limit.<br /><br />Like people say, you wont draw out the trump card until you really have to. I did not draw out any card la but I know why people are at their best when they are on a rush. It it because they have no time to for error. In other words, they have no time to waste and no time to crap either. Everything they do have to be accurate as they dont have time to run trails and error. Hence, their best ideas and work comes out this way<br /><br />Of course, people of such can be pretty ruthless. They can be kinda cruel in slashing crappy ideas of other people like no body's bussiness. And to make them feel like thier time is used wisely, they expect you to follow thier ideas... aikz..<br /><br />Pro and cons la... you know the game....<br /><br />I've become a bit of those in the past week but luckily i didnt hurt anyone.... I really need my old self back, hence i'm going back to ipoh... To get some rest and self reflection and of course to gear up for my exam as well<br /><br />cyaz people and hopefully all changes in me for the past 3 weeks are for the good...<br /><br />Bye USM and Hello Ipoh.... I'll be back in penang by tuesday..Wilson Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17301485063087400039noreply@blogger.com0