tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15956205093112961892024-03-12T17:38:47.884-07:00Crossroads of My LifeWilson.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051666909397302519noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595620509311296189.post-5358553853006255932011-01-24T04:47:00.000-08:002011-01-24T05:32:17.465-08:00Farm tourI’ve been neglecting the blog for a while, so here are the few things I did over the weekend.<br /><br />I went to the farms with my dad to do his rounds (spot checks), love doing these stuff with my dad. Going back to nature :p <br /><br />Anyway, over the 2 days, had quite an interesting talk with my dad. Now I know that he is quite open and receptive of my plans to come back to Sabah. He even suggested what industry I should work in before I come back; even have something sorted out when I come back.<br /><br />So I’ll be back in 3 years time, who knows what will happen by then. All I know is, I’ll be coming back home. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikHWLGqnYnBPqTcV1mBRy7WLcSMrbkuYVSJj-igQx_b4zzw_1ggh495u6lX8_fS4uHdUaxsQC_fN9bnK3VbQHn2dZ147rVGw8jr9DnF4E3ZmLFA2OboNUJRlzwKiB6v6nn9z2-7Qiz3Wk/s1600/DSC01168.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikHWLGqnYnBPqTcV1mBRy7WLcSMrbkuYVSJj-igQx_b4zzw_1ggh495u6lX8_fS4uHdUaxsQC_fN9bnK3VbQHn2dZ147rVGw8jr9DnF4E3ZmLFA2OboNUJRlzwKiB6v6nn9z2-7Qiz3Wk/s320/DSC01168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565739634254963186" /></a><br /><br />Hilux and the little farm tractor that is a back up in case i needed to be pulled out.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZNkt5fnd_sss4C2oUr3ynEJSXoN11KF4oh_BCOcM00DrjOp-G7tdTvoLyOuSdJjVq49yrTCcFY-ywpVWlC0zyHaxkRGX8eU1NGmBJxyZFrzq98LlHBLwvVBQYMoSktLRR4LjMUBwleQ/s1600/DSC01166.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZNkt5fnd_sss4C2oUr3ynEJSXoN11KF4oh_BCOcM00DrjOp-G7tdTvoLyOuSdJjVq49yrTCcFY-ywpVWlC0zyHaxkRGX8eU1NGmBJxyZFrzq98LlHBLwvVBQYMoSktLRR4LjMUBwleQ/s320/DSC01166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565739628719786114" /></a><br /><br />my muddy boots. chuck to the river to clean and u can use it the next day. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhiuWBejkDZonOCqih-DkbfpPCwAYSrznvRLD1vQaXTGL-wDAGCEoU2KjRwwQMwuxK-otUA5tfBU-hJhRsZJGbN4tVf1Aa7VndWiaTefM066gN596gsMrB6PANV2t7yKApeOffO0ljQSs/s1600/DSC01164.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhiuWBejkDZonOCqih-DkbfpPCwAYSrznvRLD1vQaXTGL-wDAGCEoU2KjRwwQMwuxK-otUA5tfBU-hJhRsZJGbN4tVf1Aa7VndWiaTefM066gN596gsMrB6PANV2t7yKApeOffO0ljQSs/s320/DSC01164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565736017573073410" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My hat from Australia... Love this hat..!! :D Protects me from sun and rain, prevents my face from getting hit by plam leaves, jst love it. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilZBO7VX3oP7AMj_SUvvSzaVcpdVSQ23JuF32wLmjrTpqEMc8hzIpUk9eWav7PMpVtBwqlIaGxF6fsoL6K9t-l8ZGV9F1K06zLIlASzVWDf1EKURVF7jjKDlPplPzolPVFQEDHCYVo9XY/s1600/DSC01161.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilZBO7VX3oP7AMj_SUvvSzaVcpdVSQ23JuF32wLmjrTpqEMc8hzIpUk9eWav7PMpVtBwqlIaGxF6fsoL6K9t-l8ZGV9F1K06zLIlASzVWDf1EKURVF7jjKDlPplPzolPVFQEDHCYVo9XY/s320/DSC01161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565736009158476226" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnpeVNXfo52wrieGGEQB8YZdbbzIdgue3Ah9b9V4zPpk3-YRdE_pKLJSSv-OxdGw9t_SF1_f3PAuQa2hy4Zx5QJn90KCHpjYPS1BV0rxnjTEmEYfimzmvypvrGY4u3lANY_5K0q8zkV0w/s1600/DSC01158.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnpeVNXfo52wrieGGEQB8YZdbbzIdgue3Ah9b9V4zPpk3-YRdE_pKLJSSv-OxdGw9t_SF1_f3PAuQa2hy4Zx5QJn90KCHpjYPS1BV0rxnjTEmEYfimzmvypvrGY4u3lANY_5K0q8zkV0w/s320/DSC01158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565736000545016082" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Bird net to catch birds. and yes, they eat them :p<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBqou8eQsb13kTgWtYY6DhWi-6rWcamNLqyFkGFHRCfYz1iGtFDy1lu-9KZwfNfWAGqLEtaZKolv8p3obZLNf835Oh2AjMuQwXFd5RnrQjKAB5MqmBL61jRK0ldNNgM8YRZUYXO6TRfTU/s1600/DSC01155.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBqou8eQsb13kTgWtYY6DhWi-6rWcamNLqyFkGFHRCfYz1iGtFDy1lu-9KZwfNfWAGqLEtaZKolv8p3obZLNf835Oh2AjMuQwXFd5RnrQjKAB5MqmBL61jRK0ldNNgM8YRZUYXO6TRfTU/s320/DSC01155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565735997597587010" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg613JnQj0QvwSL8tOhWH3JZnU38MvOx7ynXWepPaMcYOshqaQivyEeyd3lJ3Vg8Wjd-AiYf1Hc6v27JZQ2igoTwdDXP38PDP0r93B9BD9TK_MEbr6uUp4hcoCGw9Iv5BTnbqOLsVC9VWM/s1600/DSC01154.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg613JnQj0QvwSL8tOhWH3JZnU38MvOx7ynXWepPaMcYOshqaQivyEeyd3lJ3Vg8Wjd-AiYf1Hc6v27JZQ2igoTwdDXP38PDP0r93B9BD9TK_MEbr6uUp4hcoCGw9Iv5BTnbqOLsVC9VWM/s320/DSC01154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565735990788605442" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My worker's kid. O how much that little boy have grownWilson.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051666909397302519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595620509311296189.post-36697002534129259522010-10-27T14:10:00.001-07:002010-10-27T14:19:03.870-07:00Flash back to the pastI was doing my devotion this morning and I have this sudden urge to look at a little book that I kept notes of a while back.<br /><br />In that book was notes for the leadership books I read, business ideas I had and also quotes that I wrote down.<br /><br />It kinda brings me back down to my original self, and asking myself, 'this was where I was, have I reached those goals I've set?' Prob not, and I think I've went further away from those dreams and asperations than I ever could have.<br /><br />Reading those quotes made me realise what I have become, and I'm not too sure I like what became of me since I last pen down those notes on that book.<br /><br /><br />Last night, before I slept, I was thinking 'If someone were to ask me 2 years back where will you be by the end of your degree?' I would have answered 'back in Sabah' in a heart beat (of cause with a clause that says i won't know what the future brings). Now I plan to stay here just a little longer to gain some experince before I head back, but is this the right choice? How long must I wait till my dreams come true? or even, will my dreams ever come true?<br /><br />Only God knows, and I'll stick with what ever He got instored for me...Wilson.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051666909397302519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595620509311296189.post-63043100334599088092010-05-16T15:42:00.001-07:002010-05-16T15:42:50.286-07:00Admitting but not giving upThere comes a time when you got so much stuff in your hands that you have to admit that it is beyond what your hands can carry. It the point in time where you just can’t hold on; things are slipping out of control and you’re in ‘rescue’ mode all the time.<br /><br />It is in these time that you draw upon strength from God above, strength and wisdom that surpasses anything you can imagine. <br /><br />I am in these times, and I am holding on with every breath that I still can master. At times it’s still hard to hold on, but I’m still hanging...<br /><br />**I need more strength to carry that bigger plate.Wilson.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051666909397302519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595620509311296189.post-45164977124362487692010-05-12T01:21:00.000-07:002010-05-12T01:22:45.119-07:00Responding e-mail to the response...Dear Son,<br /><br />From your very young age you are never a kid to me as you mature much faster than any kids in town. So I always tell people that I have told my son what I have now is mine and he have to get his own. That's my concept of life as I have seen too many kids and youngster in Semporna and Keningau whom are paralyzed in life by their inherited material wealth which lasted only for a short while.<br /><br />Probably I have told you those story too and me and your mum have that same concept of allowing our children make their own choice... we as parent also human some time trying to mould or shape our children to what we want not knowing that's is not their choice of career in life. My classmate our Head Prefect in School a super consultant in Liver (Heapatologist) quit becoming a doctor now in forwarding in London !!! what a waste, it all come back to what their parent want.. not what they want...their parent have forgot one thing their children will eventually live their own life and not for their parent..!!!<br /><br />I am not a perfect dad and at time not showing good example as a dad but one thing you must remember you always have a heavenly dad whom will never make any mistake.<br /><br />Your Loving Dad.Wilson.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051666909397302519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595620509311296189.post-79305066589340862722010-05-11T08:57:00.000-07:002010-05-11T09:00:16.291-07:00A reply to an e-mailRe: Yahoo! News Story - Warren Buffett's son preaches values as wealth - Yahoo! News<br /><br />http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20100510/lf_nm_life/us_books_buffett<br /><br />Hi Pa,<br /><br />Not too sure if you remember this but you made a comment that is still dear to my heart. You said ' This is not yours, it's mine. You need to get your own'. You were making a comment about the passing on of the clinic and the other properties.<br /><br />I think you made this comment when I was 14 or 15, which change my mind set that I cannot hope and wait for something to be given. I need to go out and get it.<br /><br />I think that you did treat me as Warren Buffett did to his son. That you didn't give me everything and you've taught me that there are people that are more in need. I learn this especially through your work as a doctor and in the community (Church and Lions Club).<br /><br />With that in mind, I actually took it a bit further. I took it upon myself that when I help you manage the farms, I would want to know how the workers actually feel and what they are doing. So I always helped out with loading and unloading fruits, and do what the workers did. I did learn a lot from that.<br /><br />I’m also thankful that, even from a very young age that you’ve let me choose my own path. I still remember, when I was 12, deciding which secondary school to go to, you and mum ask me to make my own decision. I’ve talk to a lot of my friend and so far none that I’ve met ever have that decision to make when they were that young. I am really grateful that you treat me with such maturity even at such a young age.<br /><br />Choosing the course of my life, with the degree that I wanted to take, again, thank you and mum for letting me pursue my dream. Thank mum as well, for pushing me out of my comfort zone and putting me 10 hours south of Sabah, which it turns out to be the best thing I could ever have to pursue my dreams. I know of a lot of my friends who are in university studying a degree which they took because of their parents. I case that I know of, she graduated with a Engineering degree and went back to study Art (major in Japanese) because that was where her original passion was. <br /><br />Again Pa, I want to thank you and mum for teaching me and moulding me to the man I am today. <br /><br />With Love,<br />Your Son.Wilson.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051666909397302519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595620509311296189.post-72979501998202794772010-05-09T17:25:00.001-07:002010-05-09T17:29:34.547-07:00Happy Mummy's dayMade this song for my mum. :) I was a bit annoyed at myself because it was a rushed job, should have taken more time and effort to craft the lyrics and tune. But o well, here it goes...<br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >She’s the one</span><br />She’s the one who makes me happy<br />She’s the one who brings me through<br />She’s the one who put a smile to my face<br />Every time I think of her<br />Through every trials and every season<br />Her hands will always be there for me<br />She’s my, She’s my<br />One and only mum<br /><br />You’re the one who makes me happy<br />You’re the one who brings me through<br />You’re the one who put a smile to my face<br />Every time I think of you<br />Through every trials and every season<br />Her hands will always be there for me<br />You’re my, You’re my<br />One and only mum<br /><br /><br />Though I my wonder far from you<br />Though I am far from your eyes<br />But you’re always on my mind<br />You’re always close to my heart<br /><br /><br />here is my mum's responds. I was quite touched by it. and somehow, that little annoyance of not being able to make the song better seems to go away...<br /><br />Thanks son...it brings tears to my eyes..i'm so touch!!<br />I maybe ur only mum but who u r today, i only play a part, I thank God u know how to follow HIM.<br />Yes, though we may be physically apart but our heart and soul are always near, at heart!!<br />Sometimes, I do wonder as I see some mum n children relationship are very close where they share everything 'under the sky', I do wonder myself how do my children regard me???..Well, needs no answer!! Thank God for the three lovely children.<br />Seem like you have improve a lot on ur music skill over there!!<br />Well, you take care now!!<br />Love,<br />MummyWilson.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051666909397302519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595620509311296189.post-37747439935071499622010-05-09T17:16:00.000-07:002010-05-09T17:18:19.637-07:00Hello blog...Hi blog, haven't blog on you for sometime now. I shall try my best to say more stuff to the world, rather than one blog every... (lost track of days/week/months that I haven't blog)<br /><br />till the next time - When I have something to say.Wilson.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051666909397302519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595620509311296189.post-53099269697229172912010-02-17T13:28:00.000-08:002010-02-17T13:36:45.168-08:00New ambition ??Wilson : 77 songs and I'll get a band<br />Self: Dream on bro...!!!<br />Wilson : Ain't we all?<br /><br />For the past few days, I've been having a lot of inspiration. Especially during the time I'm stressed out or worrying about something. I've even written a poem half way studying finance because I was just not at peace.<br /><br />Some how, I think I got back my poetic mood. I've rediscovered that writing out my feeling in poem helps me release my stress and makes good lyrics as well. I 1st discovered this back in 2005.<br /><br />Right now there are a lot of words that are running around in my head and I need to capture it on paper. I've also got a sudden burst of musical inspiration; guitar riff and tunes that comes and goes. If I made 77 songs by end of this year (originally said July), I'll get a band. There must be something going on if I can make that many songs. Again, this is only a dream, a new ambition...Wilson.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051666909397302519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595620509311296189.post-88965474323327966232010-02-17T13:22:00.001-08:002010-02-17T13:28:19.521-08:00Finished with summer schoolAh, finally, summer school is over. The past 6 weeks was packed with... man I can't put words to it. Firstly, summer school was alright, not that big of a prob.<br /><br />Right that said, Parachute..!! that was an awesome experience. 4 days of intense music ringing in your head, you bound to be inspired after that. <br /><br />OCF impact group was fun as well, good time spent with God and friends. Keeps the summer school / holiday just that bit more interesting and a live.<br /><br />Though I should be free now, I'm not. Still have a lot of stuff to do. OCF planning retreat tomorrow, O week coming up, Kel's birthday, new song for OCF camp, OCF camp meeting ... the list goes on... and 10 days to do all that.Wilson.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051666909397302519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595620509311296189.post-89754170784140019032009-12-31T12:52:00.000-08:002009-12-31T12:59:53.432-08:00Another Chapter has begunAh, the new year excitement. The air is filled with new hopes and dreams; goals set and target acquired for the coming year. <br /><br />2009... man was a year that was jam packed with fun and interesting moments. But looking to 2010, I can foresee that it'll gonna get tougher. Final year of uni, church and uni cf group is gonna be a full on load. *God, I'll need to bigger plate and the strength and wisdom that comes with it.'<br /><br />Strangely, nothing much to say... maybe it's because I slept at 5am last night; waiting for Malaysia's countdown.. haha... anyway, till nxt time.Wilson.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051666909397302519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595620509311296189.post-73744400100912253342009-12-15T16:53:00.000-08:002009-12-15T17:07:44.579-08:00Finally got back to postingWhere am I? I've been away from blogging for such a long time that the last post seems like a note from a history book.<br /><br />Anyway, the past few weeks from the day uni ended was quite eventful to say the least. SLC was great, found out a lot about myself and made a few more new friends. On top of that, I've been made the secretary of OCF. Long story short, God sort of gave me the green light and here I am in this positions. (there is a testimony there somewhere but I'll get to it in another post)<br /><br />My whānau came for a holiday. Awe man how I miss them. It was a good 2 weeks of family fun and bonding time. I crying my heart out when I got back to my room after sending them off to the airport. But my sister came online that afternoon from Brunei airport, that made me feel much better. (now you see the softer side of me.. )<br /><br />Been busy with OCF and Church stuff since then. Worship leaders networking on Mon, tried to attend the bible training course in the chapel but work took longer than expected so I only managed to listen to 15min of it.<br /><br />Finally got a little breather... but not for long...Wilson.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051666909397302519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595620509311296189.post-86615414870397484932009-09-22T12:46:00.000-07:002009-09-22T22:00:14.723-07:00Rainy Bus rideFinally after how many countless hours of studying for test, they are all over. (Now it’s just a matter of time till exams period rolls over). I’ve been going to uni at 6.45am almost every day since holiday ended, and I sort of got the hang of it; getting use to the routine. So I’m gonna try do this till I finish my exams. (hopefully this will pay off with dividends :-p) <br /><br /><br />Forecast for today, rain (all day I reckon).Every wonder why rain is always associated with sadness; gloom and doom? Maybe poetry and literature through the years has something to do with it, I don’t know. I always find rain has this calming effect on me; romantic to some extent. I still remember when I was a kid, I would go out with my bike and ride outside my house. Occasionally my bike will ‘accidentally’ splash on the puddle of water and my bike will be muddy and the back of my shirt will be stained. My maid use to not like me going out to play with water or mud. Ah the good old days of being a ‘kampung boy’ in that little housing area on the out skirts of Keningau. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdebQseyrb14Js5H4Z40ZyQasqBH-vB0C9Q8lUhmdg3ogx6MRaGAfaSEpTSSiLRA-lMN8ehFosvJnok-6A7eRyPWDbKNpuqLjVv8EAyYfV-TXBnW8rTTzKcVsamwkQ3jCALjVIzVUT8m4/s1600-h/16_05_76---Rain_web.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdebQseyrb14Js5H4Z40ZyQasqBH-vB0C9Q8lUhmdg3ogx6MRaGAfaSEpTSSiLRA-lMN8ehFosvJnok-6A7eRyPWDbKNpuqLjVv8EAyYfV-TXBnW8rTTzKcVsamwkQ3jCALjVIzVUT8m4/s320/16_05_76---Rain_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384523153570346338" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Gonna arrive at uni soon. Will have a few stuff to do today, mainly to finish off my MYOB assignment. Just for the record, MYOB is not mind your own business (well at least it’s not in a literal sense in the accounting world), it’s an accounting software that businesses use to keep their books (books as in accounting records). Hopefully I’ll have time today to catch up on lectures that I’ve not revised. There seem to be a ton of work that I need to finish off but I reckon there are other people that are doing more work (or has a heavier work load than me). Well, I guess it’s a good way to practice being in work.Wilson.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051666909397302519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595620509311296189.post-9179012804461345822009-09-14T12:45:00.000-07:002009-09-14T12:46:03.739-07:00Bus ride blogI just realised I can do something else on the bus. I can blog… :-p<br /><br /><br />Bus rides then to be my time to plan, reflect on things and day dream. Some of my great, wonderful and sometimes crazy and wacky ideas comes when I spend time alone on the bus. It’s amazing how I can spend 40min (times 2 for a round trip) on the bus, just doing by doing… well, at most dreaming… (I sometimes read a book or study but that depends on the bus, older buses then to be like a donkey ride)<br /><br /><br />For the past few days, as I work through my assignments and study for an accounting test tomorrow. I often wonder if this is the right choice for me. Sure, I well know that accounting is not the 1st choice on my list of commerce majors but that is what I foresee as being the most useful of all the other majors. Would I be better off just by staying with management and international business, even though I know the job prospects and usefulness is somewhat less flexible? I don’t know. But I’ve made my choice and I am gonna stick by it. Just have to push though this sem and next year’s 1st sem. By then, I hope I’ll start to enjoy uni even more as I start stage 2 of my management major.. :-) . Bus has arrived, time to head to uni and study… out…Wilson.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051666909397302519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595620509311296189.post-36757215743241350792009-09-04T23:34:00.000-07:002009-09-04T23:36:33.578-07:00Sabahan SlangHere is the list that I've found of the Sabahan slang that I offten used, and never knew it was a slang till I am talking to someone out of Sabah... haha... **and some ont he list I've never heard of.. might be diff part of Sabah...<br /><br />1. tuuuna/ saaaana - points with the lips - (there-- at a distance)<br />2. limpas (to pass/walk by - Maaf, saya > limpas dulu? Excuse me, can I passby?<br />3. palui (stupid, duh! )<br />4. tapuk (to hide )<br />5. bida (ugly)<br />6. bubut (as in proper malay- "kejar", to chase)<br />7. sakai (ignorant, uncivilized, "hoosier")<br />8. andang-andang (that's how it is)<br />9. sapak (kasi campur/gaul -- utk masakan-to mix as in cooking)<br />10. inda/tia (short form of "tidak" - not, no)<br />11. wicin (another brand of msg as in "aji-no- moto" - a seasoning or food enhancer)<br />12. talampau (proper malay - "terlampau"- too much)<br />13. takajut (proper malay - "terkejut" - shocked, startled)<br />14. siorang (proper malay -"kami"/ "saya-orang" - us, we)<br />15. ngam-ngam (proper malay "kebetulan" - exact, at that time)<br />16. mangkali (proper malay "barangkali" - maybe, perhaps)<br />17. kamarin (proper malay "kelmarin" - yesterday)<br />18. kanapa (proper malay "kenapa" - why)<br />19. gia (__expression - "is it?")<br />20. bah (__expression - "ok!")<br />21. ah? (question, "Apa?" What?)<br />22. kici/kicil (proper malay "kecil" - small)<br />23. basar (proper malay "besar" - big, huge)<br />24. siok (__expression/description, proper malay "seronok" - enjoyable, great, etc-)<br />25. urang ("orang" - people; sometimes used "diurang" - them, they)<br />26. karing ("kering" - dry)<br />27. umban ("humban, lempar" - throw)<br />28. kana ("kena"- got ie--"kena umban" --got thrown)<br />29. padih ("pedih" - as in "Mata saya padih/pedih!" - My eyes stings, painful)<br />30. numbur ("nombor" - number)<br />31. gali ("geli" as in squeemish about something, or "gali"--gali lubang - as Dig a hole.)<br />32. dorang ("dia orang/diurang" - them, they - Dorang pigi tamu. They went to the market.)<br />33. panat ("penat" - tired)<br />34. katawa ("ketawa" - laugh, laughing)<br />35. lanjang (a.k.a. "periuk /belanga " - pots/pans)<br />36. putung ("potong" - cut, slice)<br />37. Buduh ("bodoh" - stupid)<br />38. tongo/bongo ("stupido" - same as above )<br />39. kabaru-baruan ("kebaru-baruan"- new to something)<br />40. giuk (proper malay "ulat"- worm)<br />41. Sikui (Tembikai - watermelon)<br />42. Santut (Underwear)<br />43. celana/salana (Seluar)<br />44. gipit (to grip...)<br />45. kanapatan/kadapatan (caught red handed.. or as the malays in kl say..'kantoi')<br />46. kebangkalan (choked while eating.. proper malay = 'tersedak')<br />47. ketulahan (bad karma)<br />48. bahai (plastic bag)<br />49. uinnaaa! (used to express various feelings, mostly when surprised..)<br />50. ging (derived from the word gang.. means kawan/member)<br />51. Tontolou = Mr. Willie<br />52. Pantat = Butt<---tp di semenanjung,lain tuh kan ? eee... ya ba pula.. Di sabah .. belakang .. tapi di semenanjung di Depan pulak .. silap .. LOL<br />53. Cula = Coke or Coca-cola...lol<br />54 Torrrrrbaik = The Best...lol<br />55. Bikin panas = feeling angry...HHAH - HOt kununlah..<br />True to my roots.. I have one to contribute<br />56. Tembirang = Don't lie.. (eg. Jangan kau tembirang)<br />57. Sabak ---- means baru ko tau... in english = I TOLD U...<br />58. Kotoh ---- Means as same like Sabak...<br />59. Lakas = Lekas/Cepat (Faster)<br />60. Bobot = Vagina<br />61. Balabak = Scrotum<br />62. Kalatiak = Ketiak (Armpit)<br />63. Duiiii dogo! = My goodness!! / Oh my!!<br />64. Seluar Katak - underwear<br />65. siring siring - side / on the side<br />66. taapun - a phrase used when unable to get the things desired<br />67. palis palis - touch wood<br />68 tachut - our version of touch wood<br />69. gostan - reverse<br />70. gohed - forward<br />71. ayuk - swinging movement of the arm in the marble game. can also mean to masturbate<br />72. taiih - shit / feaces / or just a curse word<br />73. kogutan - hangover<br />74. Sepuluh Tiga (10-3) - RM10 for three cans of beer (well in those days lah)<br />75. muhau/mulau - crazy<br />76. takana - hit (BM is terkena)<br />77. tekuis - same like like takana<br />78. kapayas / tapayas - papaya<br />79. api api - kota kinabalu<br />80. (sia) bilang - said<br />81. skijap - soon / in a short while / later<br />82. tinguk - (tengok) to look<br />83. hari satu - monday<br />84. hari dua - tuesday<br />84. hari tiga - wednesday<br />85. hari ampat - thursday<br />86. hari lima - friday<br />87. hari anam - saturday<br />88. SOT - crazy (like me)<br />89. thai lingong - worse than buduh<br />90. karan – electricity<br />91. seluar katak - underwear<br />92. Gete - Ham SapWilson.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051666909397302519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595620509311296189.post-45379758575423434692009-08-30T20:20:00.000-07:002009-08-30T21:34:34.322-07:00Merdeka...!!! Merdeka...!!! Merdeka...!!! Merdeka...!!! Merdeka...!!! Merdeka...!!! Merdeka...!!!I watched the youtube clip of the day Malaya got it's independence. As I see the Malaysian flag being raised and the national anthem being played for the 1st time, my heart felt a a surge of national pride. Those chants of 'Merdeka...!!!', rings in my ears, a song of freedom. I release from forgiven powers, a new path has been opened, a new journey has begun. How we have gone so far, to get to where we are today.<br /><br />As I watched more Malaysia and Merdeka related clips, I start to think about the future of Malaysia. I start to wonder the decision that I have planned, to go back to Malaysia to serve my country. Is it just a romantic dream, have I been brain washed by 12 years in the Malaysian education system? Or is it some thing that is worth wild going for... Can a kampung boy from a little town of Keningau, be a ripple of hope that is to come to Malaysia? We'll see when the time comes.<br /><br />It is strange, how, one will only feel such a sense of national pride, when he is out of the country that he is from. It is how, you won't miss something till it's not there. It's the same with being in Malaysia. I have always had a sense of pride to be an 'Anak Malaysia'. But this pride, has a stronger impact when you are away from the country. <br /><br />As I sit and ponder about this day, I hope that the answer, of to where am I suppose to be in the future, and where am I suppose to serve, will be reveled to me. I want to go home, to serve, but people around me say that there ain't a bright future back there. I see that glimmer of hope.... I want to fan that little flickering flame, to be a roaring furnaces. To burn bright on top of the mount, so that people will see that, Malaysia can do it... 'Malaysia Boleh...!!!'Wilson.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051666909397302519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595620509311296189.post-63681117120422144932009-08-16T01:26:00.000-07:002009-08-16T01:46:38.216-07:00Is it worth it?At times I wonder, if all of this is worth it? I''m trying my best to keep on top of things but at times (like now) I feel as if I'm holding everything together by the thread. <br /><br />This thought came to me during this week, around Thursday, when one of my cousin ask, 'How do you do it, doing all these stuff?' ' We go out at 10pm to have a drink with friends and you go out at 10pm to send stuff to the city for OCF (Overseas Christian Fellowship).<br /><br />Honestly I don't know how I am keeping up with things. At times I even doubt that I am on track. I don't know if this is a false sense of confidence or is this strength from God. I'm doing 5 papers every semester, so I can finish my degree as fast as I can, to ease the burden on my family. Also, to make things easier for me to move a head in what I want to do, but, I really doubt if I can pull it off. I already failed one paper last semester, I don't know if I can change that this time round. I actually promised my self that, if I were to fail, I would slow down my degree to a normal pace and just do what everyone is doing, but I took on 5 papers anyway. mmm.... <br /><br />2 test 2 assignment due next week, and I haven't finish any of it, nor have I started revising for any of it. It's already 8.30pm (Sun). Can I make it though this week? (God Help me)<br /><br />I requested for a week off from music ministry because I was getting really tired and I don't want to not give my best when I serve. (I was suppose to worship lead next week). Today we painted the youth room and I was washing the paint brushes late in the evening at home. My cousin was with her bf and was about to leave the house, said hi and stuff. But it kinda got me thinking, there they are, all dressed up to go out and stuff, and here am I, in an overall, with paint stain all over, washing brushes. The sun has nearly set and it was still raining...<br /><br />So, is it worth it? Is this really how I wanna live my life in NZ? I work hard play hard but I'm getting really tired. I think it was the same feeling I got around this time last year as well, where I found myself nearly at the edge of burning out. There was a point last year,(around this time) where I was in church every night, practicing for one event or something else to do with church. <br /><br />Well, I'm gonna try to pull an all nighter tonight to revise for my test and to finish off an assignment that is due tomorrow and the day after. God, please give me strength to pull through this. I really don't know if I can pull it off, but I really think I need the time. ( This is kinda a time waster to begin with but I really want to vent it out). Amen...<br /><br />Ok, here I go.. study...Wilson.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051666909397302519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595620509311296189.post-20673176354695420892009-08-06T02:16:00.000-07:002009-08-06T02:34:45.533-07:00Maori LadyToday was interesting...<br /><br />I was walking to uni and this old lady came out of the car and yelled out 'boi..!', with her hands waving me to her... (I was quite a distance away from her)<br /><br />So I went, thinking there was something she wanted to ask or needed help with something. When I got close enough, she started talking in maori (or at least that's what I think she was talking, because I only understand 1 word from the whole 5 min conversation). She just kept talking and pointing, I start to get a bit worried, thinking she needs help with something, because the word I heard was 'fanu', which means family.<br /><br />As I was standing there, listening, I start to look around and, thank God, 1 lady with 2 kids came towards the car. The lady asked if the old lady was asking for directions, I just said I couldn't understand. She laughed and hopped on the car.<br /><br />As I walked to uni, I was thinking of how much the maori language sound like dusun. I felt this sense of, lost-ness in my own culture, because the old lady really looked like a dusun 'inan' (=old lady) and it could have been in Sabah and I'll be just as lost. <br /><br />This thought, this sense of urgency, to learn dusun keeps coming over me time and time again. I know I'm only 1/8 dusun, but still, the only person in the family that knows how to speak it is still my grandpa, and I'm really scared that one day, that part of our family, that history, the culture, will be gone forever.<br /><br />I had a thought, of maybe, I could learn dusun from my grandpa through the internet. My Grandpa is getting good at it and is able to call people on skype these days. Should I spend like, an hour a week, to learn from my grandpa?... I'll look into it... see how it goes...Wilson.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051666909397302519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595620509311296189.post-36655484404591133712009-07-26T22:28:00.000-07:002009-07-26T22:44:37.367-07:00The Saga beginsWell today is the start of week two of my 2nd year of Uni. For the past week, I've been organizing the OCF booth and getting stuff sorted out. Only had a 2 nights of good sleep. Jeff (the elder in charge of OCF and the other christian groups in campus) said it was the best organization of the booth he had seen. In my mind, it wasn't even up to my own acceptable standard, I made so many mistakes that I've already knew I should have not done or I should have planned in detailed. <br /><br />O well, that's the problem of being out of a position of leadership for too long, you'll lose touch with your elements and have to take time and a few more practice project to get back into the game. Hope I'll have other projects in the near future, I love organizing stuff, the days in Leo Club and Prefectorial board back in Sec school were the best. O how I miss the feeling of the job well done after a project is completed. It's a high, a rush, a sense of completion, that I could not explain. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The saga begins. Stage 2 papers now. No more mucking around. I saw the load I have this sem and is at least 50% more if not twice the load of last sem. This is gonna be a hard sem for me, thus, I'll slow down on other actives to concentrate on this, don't want to fail any papers anymore. <br /><br />Week 5 is gonna be my hardest week (or rather, week 4), as I have 2 assignments and 2 test on that week. I don't know what I got myself into, should I ever have took up that challenge to take 5 papers? I've failed one paper last sem, should I have just stuck to the normal plan, of 4 papers? mmm....Wilson.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051666909397302519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595620509311296189.post-35315909772295008682009-07-07T21:34:00.000-07:002009-07-07T21:43:32.554-07:00Failedwell, I failed stats208. <br /><br />I'm not to bummed out about it; it wasn't my core paper. So now I'll need to change my major from Marketing and Accounting, to Management and Accounting. Thank God I passed my accounting paper. That was my main major for this degree. The other major can be anything.<br /><br />When I told my dad about it, he gave me this ans.<br /><br />"YA HEARD IT FROM MUM...WHAT TO DO.. HA IT'S JUST LIFE"<br /><br />When I heard that, I was like... Dang, that is exactly what a friend of mine will say. Well, I did try hard out but I guess I needed more than that. Next sem, I will need to be a super geek to get myself back on track.Wilson.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051666909397302519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595620509311296189.post-88761909643997346072009-06-25T18:51:00.000-07:002009-06-25T19:16:28.199-07:00It's been a whileO my goodness... My last post is still about CNY.<br /><br />Well, I guess I need to sum up my whole sem in this post.<br /><br />Been a challenging and fun 3 months. Taking 5 subjects in a sem is quite a challenge but I reckon it could have been much easier if I were to spreed out the work. Well, I'll try and do that this sem; I'll be taking 5 subs again.<br /><br />My b'day was awesome..!!! I now have the barging rights to say that I have jumped off the Auckland Harbor bridge..!!! I went to Rotorua for white water rafting, do remind me to take the most challenging course the next time round, because the trip was fun, but the rafting was some what boring. (All my cousins agreed on this as well)<br /><br />Exam are over and now preparing for my 10 days road trip. It's gonna be fun but an epic journey. Can't wait, 3 more days before departure. Hope the conference will be fun and interesting, paid quite a bit for it.<br /><br />Do check out my business blog. I have posted my course work and essays, which has my sweat and blood in it. :-p, just hope you guys won't be too bored. <br /><a href="http://biz-leadership.blogspot.com/"></a>Wilson.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051666909397302519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595620509311296189.post-62751193984489212992009-02-09T05:32:00.000-08:002009-02-09T05:35:22.735-08:00Chap Goh Mei...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdsAidmnJY2TwzlEebDSdsKWkA-WYtclTIsaabQhb3AdtzI2DLHLW814xCZnPqZbk_I-9ekoChpA2i2PDVKc251BZ2idURBhQVRKg3HtWh9zK_hq9OGCIHGFWy8cKzGHW-9SJL_oK-84g/s1600-h/DSC09449.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdsAidmnJY2TwzlEebDSdsKWkA-WYtclTIsaabQhb3AdtzI2DLHLW814xCZnPqZbk_I-9ekoChpA2i2PDVKc251BZ2idURBhQVRKg3HtWh9zK_hq9OGCIHGFWy8cKzGHW-9SJL_oK-84g/s320/DSC09449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300790287193008562" border="0" /></a><br />Chap Goh Mei again..... food food and more food.. haha.. Grandpa came up from KK just for this. He cooked all of this... was awesome... Kampung Chicken, Shark fin soup and sea cucumber..Wilson.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051666909397302519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595620509311296189.post-24177614901899872092009-01-20T22:37:00.000-08:002009-01-20T23:04:21.962-08:00when I was youngmy.. o my...!!! look at my hair...!!!!! gosh..!!!! Need a super hero Hair stylist.... come to think about it, need a new hair style, any suggestion?<br /><br />look at my friends, gosh, all with baby faces.... and now all of them will be 21 years old this year.... man, how time fly....<br /><br />This is my friend's Birthday... I'm guessing is 9 years old. Look the shirt...!!! like 'lao ah pek'<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH0JRjFY9JOMA5Ah1uIxBiB4jGuvNMsnc2m8xeVk0d4WBOtt3wK-Gya5qLa3ai-iM_0jJj0Y2y8gVnhd950KpGnj21wbdxQ1I_Kn3123qB9MMGq0PcuoP2zV7uIQdT238J1cC88qRcs2Q/s1600-h/003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH0JRjFY9JOMA5Ah1uIxBiB4jGuvNMsnc2m8xeVk0d4WBOtt3wK-Gya5qLa3ai-iM_0jJj0Y2y8gVnhd950KpGnj21wbdxQ1I_Kn3123qB9MMGq0PcuoP2zV7uIQdT238J1cC88qRcs2Q/s320/003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293637358365373490" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Birthday boi is on my right, closest to the cake, and also the provider of these pictures... thanks mate...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaAXM9dUOmXIfZwVRctrYt1ztjf0rBc3nkNWlf-xL8O1Y3A9EpEHkuS7wy8ZyzOcjk3trHIoq2qGlsR1an8uar6_rJkqQTQsceF9BrfTQdGU7bwcwUk4mrJRICsNth0uPFpde5t0o-Bf0/s1600-h/001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaAXM9dUOmXIfZwVRctrYt1ztjf0rBc3nkNWlf-xL8O1Y3A9EpEHkuS7wy8ZyzOcjk3trHIoq2qGlsR1an8uar6_rJkqQTQsceF9BrfTQdGU7bwcwUk4mrJRICsNth0uPFpde5t0o-Bf0/s320/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293637755588462386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is 2000, Standard 6, January. Look, puffy hair...!! hua hua....<br />The guy with the thick dark glasses is my friend, the Birthday boi for above.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLtihkVVbAV8wmQsniOOE-D41biC82tdUr9i_kUc7jpedR3OzyO11KFs823pa3KUtLMZZya-5QNr5dXSZa-LiPq-DRDV2iT90-j4OnfuVH9pJfbFvxe48vQBNObE9akh1MM2ioR0utcJ8/s1600-h/002sa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLtihkVVbAV8wmQsniOOE-D41biC82tdUr9i_kUc7jpedR3OzyO11KFs823pa3KUtLMZZya-5QNr5dXSZa-LiPq-DRDV2iT90-j4OnfuVH9pJfbFvxe48vQBNObE9akh1MM2ioR0utcJ8/s320/002sa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293637359469590290" border="0" /></a>Wilson.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051666909397302519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595620509311296189.post-15082051869109139932009-01-20T21:45:00.000-08:002009-01-20T22:37:42.504-08:00My Labuan HolidayLabuan was my 'home' for a year while I was studying in Labuan Matriculation College but I did not have the chance to go round the beautiful Island.<br /><br />I've been making annual trips to Labuan ever since I left that college. I've always loved that charm of this little island and, thanks to Christabel, hosting me, I'm able to come back agian this year.<br /><br />Dancing... ah, was the 1st time I ever had a dancing lesson. It was nerve wracking and fun at the same time. Really enjoyed it. Even got a picture to prove it. (ok, Elaine you can stop laughing)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiepJ1_WL6WhLJqd_Su4VTKGuFsFBYecwM7JU7HaKH_wGKPpmLKyGhAP_0c0OaTrXkQMV-NecOPJ6xLk71DpkoDTceRQmgjfiLnh3vLzptoEzMn-u0hkPUx0rvN6yx6vm7Rcn7ShgtNUPc/s1600-h/DSC02674.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiepJ1_WL6WhLJqd_Su4VTKGuFsFBYecwM7JU7HaKH_wGKPpmLKyGhAP_0c0OaTrXkQMV-NecOPJ6xLk71DpkoDTceRQmgjfiLnh3vLzptoEzMn-u0hkPUx0rvN6yx6vm7Rcn7ShgtNUPc/s320/DSC02674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293619397447511298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Food.... really good food. Non-stop eating from the time I arrive till the moment I leave. Too bad I didn't take the pic of the 1st dinner. The Crabs was awesome. (but Bel said there is another place that is nicer.... next trip?... :-p)<br /><br />This is my Capati... yummmmm..!!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG2ZPNmVsze-syG3G1tF6g8vz_4blJogcSnUrBZtyJgrYAM32bkBmGSwf5drwkPElXkohV3Ojfj2Nk8B9Nj5MooKxi523vXLUBgjN5-2Gz-0mlVeiiOClY_FlM-9DWouig1ZPvt3HAfos/s1600-h/DSC03433.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG2ZPNmVsze-syG3G1tF6g8vz_4blJogcSnUrBZtyJgrYAM32bkBmGSwf5drwkPElXkohV3Ojfj2Nk8B9Nj5MooKxi523vXLUBgjN5-2Gz-0mlVeiiOClY_FlM-9DWouig1ZPvt3HAfos/s320/DSC03433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293619407906355186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />erm.... just notice something... this is actually Christabel's breakfast.... ah.. close enough... (it's still food... )<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgckikRysXH2W5NRXlFp7-QcyH0G9AVjawY1bYD44p3vJvhxrkJcka1c1EufvDiIE3pJH5tuT3DafzSOYKdr31OnUcOAbtq6rcki4vIBE91QPjd1dGOX7RWGK1J2Q-9ocdQNQZPmi1mymQ/s1600-h/DSC03436.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgckikRysXH2W5NRXlFp7-QcyH0G9AVjawY1bYD44p3vJvhxrkJcka1c1EufvDiIE3pJH5tuT3DafzSOYKdr31OnUcOAbtq6rcki4vIBE91QPjd1dGOX7RWGK1J2Q-9ocdQNQZPmi1mymQ/s320/DSC03436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293619723766526242" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />went to the beach on Sunday for satay. Quite nice... (again, forgotten to take pic, I think I need to give the camera to bel more offten.)<br /><br />Kampung boi climbing a coconut tree... :-p.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP5vOBwx5jlWRQPMFPWdCXyr3O0euQzazQqZEyTayV_PuiEL_PyBo5JgxUcuFYGq9b2zCRkyfA3wOjX6O11aZ8y01ZI9jx2TwRSWyC9_Gk6De9m0ekeMssL0G8e2qBkRg5dx2MStjni4I/s1600-h/DSC03431.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP5vOBwx5jlWRQPMFPWdCXyr3O0euQzazQqZEyTayV_PuiEL_PyBo5JgxUcuFYGq9b2zCRkyfA3wOjX6O11aZ8y01ZI9jx2TwRSWyC9_Gk6De9m0ekeMssL0G8e2qBkRg5dx2MStjni4I/s320/DSC03431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293619400890265138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw0O7TNjEnBOXCx7GBd1pZuFAHq6xsU9DmzYaUou_yJJiWmj9tETRmaoW3XLrWVObhGA-8CGndIjNrSA6DQzKZUFXR7GNVDoPQDPUOn6zOwruG5Mvh5-QXE_dUhZY9Dq9G3hRb6FJ9TPg/s1600-h/DSC03432.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw0O7TNjEnBOXCx7GBd1pZuFAHq6xsU9DmzYaUou_yJJiWmj9tETRmaoW3XLrWVObhGA-8CGndIjNrSA6DQzKZUFXR7GNVDoPQDPUOn6zOwruG5Mvh5-QXE_dUhZY9Dq9G3hRb6FJ9TPg/s320/DSC03432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293619401178450290" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Godric, Christabel's brother, whom I shared the room with. Nice guy, hope he didn't over hear what ever I have said in my sleep :-s<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvxNZVc9XC6IO_-HnrbnFBHCE1Nll7Sl2q3ygod-RDxBWeZ-qxk2CLKrJKFWGOYj__FRBBD6G4IjXbtbz10hN2M6X5DgyzLOJzk7g6yE241k-ARcSoOCeE9sBnoqipzUULKJHi1eNJ_eM/s1600-h/DSC03430.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvxNZVc9XC6IO_-HnrbnFBHCE1Nll7Sl2q3ygod-RDxBWeZ-qxk2CLKrJKFWGOYj__FRBBD6G4IjXbtbz10hN2M6X5DgyzLOJzk7g6yE241k-ARcSoOCeE9sBnoqipzUULKJHi1eNJ_eM/s320/DSC03430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293619395454055282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Well, it has come to the end of my trip. Don't know why but I somehow feel a bit attached to this place. Could it be the memories that I had there, the company I know there, or the warm and loving family that host me,or the food? :-p anyway... if there is a chance given to me to go back again, I'll be on the next flight/boat to that island. Bye Labuan.. see you soon...!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF6SsFDlAD5f9lNAaVVNAG-AJAbM8PTHafELBc9h4ch5VzixeeHBtBO8-XsI2VqkoTzkHBI8Sjvw4HgKjDrtT4e4e6zTqXmQJKEG8mp6R8c7OfIMblLly5wkqXGiavnATutKuzhYXER8A/s1600-h/DSC03434.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF6SsFDlAD5f9lNAaVVNAG-AJAbM8PTHafELBc9h4ch5VzixeeHBtBO8-XsI2VqkoTzkHBI8Sjvw4HgKjDrtT4e4e6zTqXmQJKEG8mp6R8c7OfIMblLly5wkqXGiavnATutKuzhYXER8A/s320/DSC03434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293619719449884066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Thank you note.<br />Christabel Hong Fang Ling (It'll be very formal, so.. tahan saja ah... :-p),<br /><br />1st of all, thank you for inviting to stay in your house. Your family was wonderful and fun to be with. I had a lot of fun during the dance lessons, thanks for bringing me there. (hope i didn't step on you too much... haha...) Thanks for being my tour guide, bringing me round Labuan, and also for being my navigator/GPS for Labuan.<br /><br />Really can't thank you enough. I really enjoyed this trip. Can't wait for the next one. Do hope I'll see you soon. You take care now. Send my regards to your family.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgckMJ0qXLKBfdfDs-un3Wy93Df0oWMMEeSEtYHMLYmLpv37g8YzFLNjbaY2iTXTlY92nqDXIQDiskaWBnCqhNTG9JAO2pHKGX8jsYRuY1seo_LYL8v2cY8_5LnDlRb6SBXJOCAQWfyhbI/s1600-h/DSC03435.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgckMJ0qXLKBfdfDs-un3Wy93Df0oWMMEeSEtYHMLYmLpv37g8YzFLNjbaY2iTXTlY92nqDXIQDiskaWBnCqhNTG9JAO2pHKGX8jsYRuY1seo_LYL8v2cY8_5LnDlRb6SBXJOCAQWfyhbI/s320/DSC03435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293619717218895922" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />P.s. Thanks for the new display pic...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYtvb7XWXR4kvSSfaUyh8C3r8pRMWkT0frdiGzi-k4J7n0SVNu9N5EUFzL3hW0eEg70K-G5r94a0XYS3_5hIh1QVGwECru6zj2hnSB4m9e70zw4xumdA_iNPYj-JU1EtMieDojLKPNd9g/s1600-h/DSC03479.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYtvb7XWXR4kvSSfaUyh8C3r8pRMWkT0frdiGzi-k4J7n0SVNu9N5EUFzL3hW0eEg70K-G5r94a0XYS3_5hIh1QVGwECru6zj2hnSB4m9e70zw4xumdA_iNPYj-JU1EtMieDojLKPNd9g/s320/DSC03479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293619723684919698" border="0" /></a>Wilson.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051666909397302519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595620509311296189.post-56654398901791295742009-01-20T21:06:00.000-08:002009-01-20T21:12:43.014-08:00Bruno Welcome....Well, I just got back from my trip from Labuan... (I shall blog about it soon) Even before I open my front door, I can hear Bruno barking away.<br /><br />Took me a while to unpack my stuff.. but Bruno keep barking, I think he is manja or something....<br /><br />Eventually let him in...<br /><br />Can't even use the laptop... as if he can use it... :-s<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyJBaei3Sz0WDPN1wCRf9ZRxKg4kCCV7EEzXgYFvgX-OtukSZdcQZSl3aWP5RM_e3O0UVJ-mqwVQwNAFriRalmcNm7pn1HYlWFoA27g4plGjvZ-I20KRe_GV9q1jR2kmbHYAL58ahWX0s/s1600-h/DSC02673.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyJBaei3Sz0WDPN1wCRf9ZRxKg4kCCV7EEzXgYFvgX-OtukSZdcQZSl3aWP5RM_e3O0UVJ-mqwVQwNAFriRalmcNm7pn1HYlWFoA27g4plGjvZ-I20KRe_GV9q1jR2kmbHYAL58ahWX0s/s320/DSC02673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293609877024102226" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Come time to bring him back.... ah... there u go, hiding under my table....<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0EGwpqRa9B95TsPWjFKlPCTZ9KwyeAn5bLuSM9sOyRdNKIT7HjlVAQ3fuiMvG42KiSUzuqYpJDjkbf84pudJbuMklQkB5j3GFtHueUkO8kEWOGZEDXsReYO3VLAQxXel5AC15UDDunCs/s1600-h/DSC02672.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0EGwpqRa9B95TsPWjFKlPCTZ9KwyeAn5bLuSM9sOyRdNKIT7HjlVAQ3fuiMvG42KiSUzuqYpJDjkbf84pudJbuMklQkB5j3GFtHueUkO8kEWOGZEDXsReYO3VLAQxXel5AC15UDDunCs/s320/DSC02672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293609876358965362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqIgXbLoUkaTDJKuMCENm2o4waBc-NXXujITH95tj42O00daQaG66sISGTULJjIbe8Z3WlekMVGwCyZdG6jzN1TN7ZlZEzQUb9nAr3jtScxrs0Q8-kEml6xYVs-GwPIiv376vVxQUanPM/s1600-h/DSC02671.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqIgXbLoUkaTDJKuMCENm2o4waBc-NXXujITH95tj42O00daQaG66sISGTULJjIbe8Z3WlekMVGwCyZdG6jzN1TN7ZlZEzQUb9nAr3jtScxrs0Q8-kEml6xYVs-GwPIiv376vVxQUanPM/s320/DSC02671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293609871182783618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIqUA_zDq3r1RmoP2n_vwSjBHgzhDswgYY4WUcYDij49zBUst679kww-pdTvUM6wdkseEgkX4GBVMcHflDG9PRzNMZJA-ckwbGU5vb6uWjHzE4c9Bm71KAMuxaYn9FjcBPvB39-hQWi7s/s1600-h/DSC02670.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIqUA_zDq3r1RmoP2n_vwSjBHgzhDswgYY4WUcYDij49zBUst679kww-pdTvUM6wdkseEgkX4GBVMcHflDG9PRzNMZJA-ckwbGU5vb6uWjHzE4c9Bm71KAMuxaYn9FjcBPvB39-hQWi7s/s320/DSC02670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293609872173116930" border="0" /></a>Wilson.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051666909397302519noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595620509311296189.post-33647500167630715002008-12-03T07:24:00.000-08:002008-12-03T07:27:08.495-08:00BrunoThis is Bruno, the albino dog of my family.... It bites a lot.. mmm. gets annoying at times... good pet but lousy guard dog, don't bark at anyone...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXby8P6bUuILgzGKI7D6VOy2k4xei9NTk6V_OG66580JV-ixgbwtfX2BIbbYwPG08PQTS7Cj4vsHgeQ2YJHoCknIVvucdbzoNhmwX7FV2LMWGbWA8oO-7pJqWEJziixdh8RrcHLJFcxk0/s1600-h/DSC02340.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXby8P6bUuILgzGKI7D6VOy2k4xei9NTk6V_OG66580JV-ixgbwtfX2BIbbYwPG08PQTS7Cj4vsHgeQ2YJHoCknIVvucdbzoNhmwX7FV2LMWGbWA8oO-7pJqWEJziixdh8RrcHLJFcxk0/s320/DSC02340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275585684353073218" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZCnDXWhVf8Hc8qIYEKNmWyWeWfFPiLVP6bulvfgwfL2NnJEYYD3Kg6xT8VHjc9XAABFaUdtoNmfNIjUBOKxNo2kyXK6FV4XfkzQoSKwIBZlLCouY2wLjHsIzAnue6reV12sOGkrPyGc/s1600-h/DSC02339.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZCnDXWhVf8Hc8qIYEKNmWyWeWfFPiLVP6bulvfgwfL2NnJEYYD3Kg6xT8VHjc9XAABFaUdtoNmfNIjUBOKxNo2kyXK6FV4XfkzQoSKwIBZlLCouY2wLjHsIzAnue6reV12sOGkrPyGc/s320/DSC02339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275585684738824066" border="0" /></a>Wilson.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051666909397302519noreply@blogger.com1