tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193568952009-02-21T16:08:47.596+08:00Uncle Weng KopitiamUncle Wenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-1151946253495736872006-07-03T23:43:00.000+08:002006-07-04T11:02:13.003+08:00Flashback of my holidays (3.3.2006 - 6.7.2006)Woah.....4 months of holidays.....past so fast.....<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Memoirs of the Uncle's Holiday</div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#009900;">Genting Trip </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">(3.3.2006 - 6.3.2006)</span></div><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/genting%20103.5.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Genting was a short and nice trip. Probably because long time since i have been there and it was straight after exam. This probably explained why i was abit crazy esp when taking the cable car.</span> </p><p></p><p><span style="color:#009900;">IT Show 2006 </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">(7.3.2006 -12.3.2006)</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Working to earn abit of money for upcoming trips. Nothing much to talk about. Tiring but Fun.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;">Staff Kayaking in Poly Marina </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">(13.3.2006 & 16.3.2006)</span></p><p></p><p></p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/staff%20kayaking%20023.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Laughing at lecturers (prob the last time) when their kayak capsized......(evil).....</span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;">Wakeboarding</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">(20.3.2006)</span></p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/wakeboarding%20070.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">A new sports.... which i think i sux at... finally a pict taken after tying umpteen times....</span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;">Kinabalu 2006</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">(21.3.2006 - 25.3.2006)</span></p><p align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/CIMG4311.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">(fav photo....currently my wallpaper)</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">By far the best expedition i have ever go. Everyone may look shag but definitely proud that we conquered the summit. The first 2 days was actually the best. Snorkelling, rafting, and the free time resting in the hostel and exploring the town of kinabalu, looking for food. No doubt, the climbing part was abit tiring due to the lack of training but the scenery was superb. Will try cycling kinabalu one day. A trip that really leave a deep impression!</span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#009900;">Gunung Rabong</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">( 3.4.2006 - 7.4.2006)</span></p><p align="left"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/DSC05428.2.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">The first trip with our juniors and also with mark (haha). A trip which almost did not make it. At times during the climb super sianz. Lucky Joel was around to entertain. He got the potential to take over Mr Brown. I think the part after the climb was more fun. Caving, eating and slacking. One thing i cannot forget, the log truck ride and the long long walk on the logging track. Knee breaking trip. </span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#009900;">Working Life</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">(11.4.2006 - 18.6.2006)</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Working Life = No Life. </span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#009900;">SPA Handover </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">(22.4.2006)</span></p><p align="left"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/DSC05564.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">No more SPA but SPAA( Singapore Poly Adventurers Alumni). Saffrons will be part of the history of SPA.</span> </p><p><span style="color:#009900;">Adventure Trail Challenge</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">(4.6.2006)</span></p><p><span style="color:#ff0000;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/atc2%20copy.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Team Brother Bear (without our polar bear). One word to describe....MUDDY....First time experience kayaking to ubin. After the event, working with aching muscle for 2 days. </span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;">Hong Kong Trip</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">(26.6.2006 - 29.6.2006)</span></p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/CIMG0067.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">The last trip before going NS. The main aim was to shop and eat. All of us bought something, some just a few plastic bags, others a luggage full of stuffs. The eating part abit not enuff. Not the quantity we usually eat. I feel there is abit of planning error on my part. The first day travelling was abit troublesome. To me, HK is a nice place. I will definitely go back to visit the winter period and also the HK marathon.</span> </p><p align="center">- THE END -</p><p align="left">A few more days before stepping into p.tekong. Wish all the best to my frens in the mainland. If u all trust me, i will protect u all, ensuring u all can slp peacefully....whahaha </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-115194625349573687?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com'/></div>Uncle Wenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-1151245894650301672006-06-25T22:25:00.000+08:002006-06-25T22:35:08.970+08:00Hong Kong Shopping ListThis is the first time i going to shop for so many stuff....(maybe to gals nt a alot...). Hope my 70L can hold.....<br /><br />Shopping List:<br /><br /><ol><li>Shoes for casual wear</li><li>Belt....The one i used for my secondary school days has given way</li><li>Wallet....My billabong wallet is getting abit kiddy</li><li>Pirated Nike Watch....my fren told me hk gt a lot</li><li>Soccer Jersey....Wanted to buy arsenal jersey the last time. But Queensway is selling it at 90+....hopefully hk will be cheaper</li><li>Sling Bag</li><li>Tonnes of lao po bing.....buying for my mother....she want to give out to relatives and frens....</li></ol><p>I think also want try out the fortune teller there.....my fren told me quite fun.... probably will ask him abt my marriage...ermz.....</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-115124589465030167?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com'/></div>Uncle Wenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-1150895909407012322006-06-21T21:02:00.000+08:002006-06-21T21:21:34.570+08:00K-Box DebutWork finally ended on 18 June, something which i have been waiting for. No matter how much u hate the job, there is still something which cannot bare to part with. Especially the girls working there...haha and also the new chinese part timers which made my last few weeks enjoyable.<br /><br />Slacking over the next few days. Very tired. Spent most of the time slping. Today was the first time i stepped out of my house the whole day. Went JB with junwei, andrew and gx. Junwei was very eager to practise his vocal. Actually Junwei is the reborn of Wu Bai and Wang Jie. He made the sad song sadder. That is because he claimed that for the past 20 years, he led a depress life and it wun get any better soon. Andrew has improved abit, from monotone to polyhonic now. At least now can hear 2 diff tones. Maybe next time he will have more polyphonic tones. GX can sing very well. Her voice can sing a lot of song. Lucky for andrew lorz, everyday can hear her sing. Maybe is time for Andrew to pick up singing lesson.<br /><br />I find karaoke shiok leh. No wonder my parents keep going for senior citizen karaoke session. I salute my father, his singing is more monotone than andrew yet still dare to sing. My nxt singing session will be in the army.....<br /><br />"Purple light...in the valley....<br />There is where....i wannabe.....<br />......"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-115089590940701232?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com'/></div>Uncle Wenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-1148909262621153822006-05-29T21:22:00.000+08:002006-05-29T21:27:42.633+08:00Where are u...my toe nail...My toe nail drop off painlessly when i was swimming in SP. I just started a few kicks only when i felt something dangling on my toe. I wanted to keep and store the toe nail inside a bottle but i think my mother threw it away. My toe now abit sensitive without the protection.<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/Image001.1.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114890926262115382?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com'/></div>Uncle Wenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-1148309207797704612006-05-22T22:28:00.000+08:002006-05-22T22:46:48.733+08:002 of my colleagues got fired recently for stealing a bottle of Chivas out of DFS. They are now under police case and i heard most probably will get a few days jail and fined. One of the them is a malay, the other is a chinese. The problem was nobody believed that the chinese guy is involved. He looked more cock and blur than me. Anyway, he is sort of made use by the malay fellow. The M guy put the chivas in the C guy bag. The M guy whispered to the C guy the bottle is inside the bag and asked him to bring out of the airport. He agreed to helping him without knowing that one of the manager is inside the room. The rest of the story should be quite clear.... their bag checked, they denied it, my supervisor came, the security officer came, then the police came.<br /><br />After i heard and think about it....what if that day my bag was put with them? what if the bottle is in my bag instead? what will my reaction be? Ermz...i must really count myself lucky. I rather have my toes whacked by the lorry a few more times or break a few bottle of liquor then to get involve in such shit. Becoz of this, now i dun bring bag liao. Save on other trouble also la like bag check at the security.<br /><br />Oh...i am now the only CHINESE in my department except my supervisor. Bless me....Tolong Tolong (help in malay)!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114830920779770461?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com'/></div>Uncle Wenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-1148009463812049572006-05-19T11:06:00.000+08:002006-05-19T11:31:03.826+08:00Outcome of bettingPicture taken at 5am, 18 May....<br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>Walao....first time bet soccer then lose money liao....no luck sia... </p><p>Ok let Uncle Weng analyse the whole 90min of the match. I think is a real pity that Arsenal could not play its best during the final. It is definitely not their usual attacking style of playing. First, the referee is kelong. Even the commentators said that during the match. Second Lehmen is too garang la, forever blutant or do stupid stunt one. I start to pity Germany for having him as first choice goalkeeper. This match, Arsenal fielded their most laojiao team. The only young player is fabregas. The laojiaos like abit give up easily at the end la. They defended so long liao then give Barcelona the chance to score and win. The defence was quite bad during the last 20 mins. The only few players that gave me a deep impression are Ljunberg and Ashley Cole. The Sweden Botak really zhai ar. The way he ran and chase the ball, is like playing for his life. As for Cole, i think he is back on form. Well, some hope for World Cup favourite, England. </p><p>Overall, I think Barcelona is the better team and they sort of deserved the cup. But it is a real pity for Arsenal. But nvm, even though Arsenal lost, i may still buy their jersey but must first check out the price first. </p><p>The next soccer fever will be World Cup liao..... 2 more weeks!! </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114800946381204957?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com'/></div>Uncle Wenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-1147890436335970162006-05-18T02:18:00.000+08:002006-05-18T02:30:58.760+08:00My First Soccer BetI swear this is really my first time (but may not be the last time..)betting on soccer matches. Previously, the most only got helped frens buy bet. This time time round is because have to show my support for ARSENAL. I like the thrill of betting but scared lose money.....so playing small small only. <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/400/Image006.jpg" border="0" /><br />OK...i am writing this 10mins before the match. May the Soccer God bless Arsenal. May the God of Fortune bless my betting. Bring me some beginner luck....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114789043633597016?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com'/></div>Uncle Wenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-1147709450562326152006-05-15T23:59:00.000+08:002006-05-16T00:15:51.883+08:00A LorMantic StoryHey frens..... Come listen... I have a great story to tell....<br /><br />"<br />u're 45 she's 45. u got a family a wife. 2 kids.. she's got a husband no kids...<br /><br />u both nv see each other since.. graduation in 2006<br /><br />but u meet her at a restaurant... she's with her husband and u with ur family...<br /><br />u invite her and her husband over to ur table. so u guys talk alot.. bout times u all spent together having fun... there's alot to talk about.. then talk until very late... u send ur family home. say u wanan catch up with her. She then asked her husband go home.. only u and her....<br /><br />"<br /><div align="right">written by</div><div align="right">salted fish</div><br />.....the rest is up to u all to imagine how u want the story to end. haha. Imagine is U inside....and the she is someone u like...and let your imagination runs wild.....and may wet??<br /><br />the identity of the author is protected to prevent possiblilty of harrasement.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114770945056232615?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com'/></div>Uncle Wenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-1146664814188313942006-05-03T21:44:00.000+08:002006-05-03T22:03:27.466+08:00Team Brother BearsI will like to officially annouce the formation of team brother bears for ATC 2006...<br />The initial team name S.G.T aka Shuai Ge Team has been changed. This could be due to the fact that mich thinks the rest of the us are not as shuai as her.<br /><br />Presenting The Bears of the team......<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/200/bear_1.jpg" border="0" /> He is the polar bear!!!!</p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/200/bear_2.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Brown Bear!!!!</p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/200/bear_3.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">I dun wanna be a bear!!!</p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/200/bear_4.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">She is the bear tamer!!</p><p>Oh...i got a hard time finding these fierce looking photos of us. We look fierce but we are not. Our aim is to improve last year timing....to finish second last this year....yeah!!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114666481418831394?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com'/></div>Uncle Wenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-1146499606429807072006-05-01T23:43:00.000+08:002006-05-02T00:11:50.566+08:00Mission Impossible: Escape from houseI dunno what got into my mind which trigger me to do such thing. I have never attempted such stun before. Somehow yesterday at 10pm, i decided to sneak out of my house to meet my frens for supper. Since the next day was laour day, bryan decided to call us out for supper but because my toe was injured, my parents wanted me to rest at home. Then bryan told me this time supper a lot of people going thus making me very tempted.<br /><br />I knew my parents was very tired after the house warming for my relatives, so they must be dead asleep. Furthermore as my new house is double storey, it is harder to hear what is happening in the living room. So as long as i opened the door carefully and quietly, i knew i will be able to sneak out. My parents are kiasi, they installed a lot of locks one. So, it took me 15min to slowly unlocked and locked all the locks before i got out. Buti realised i did not take my sandals out of my house. So no choice have to wear my mother aunty slippers.<br /><br />U all may think i will feel very excited once out of the house. Not quite leh.... For the whole night, i was damn worried and scared. I feel bad also. Even when i was driving, i was trying very hard to concentrate. Everytime my hp ring, i am scared to look at the screen, fearing that is my house number. Although once we start eating and toking, i felt slighlty more at ease. But since i am out, i must just enjoy it becoz there is no turning bad. haha.<br /><br />Eventually, i managed to sneak back home undetected. Well, u all can call it tactical movement. Silent and swift. hehez. Everything was so well planned and executed but there is always loopholes. I could not find the same parking lot when i returned home. It just spoilt everything. So being a good boy, i woke up early next morning to tell my father that his car is now at another place. He was shocked, probably thinking i was slp talking to him. Haha, i think after awhile then he realised that i sneaked out last nite. Luckily for me, there was no scolding. But i dun think i will ever want to do it again. Too weak a heart to take such thrill.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114649960642980707?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com'/></div>Uncle Wenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-1146207991372132422006-04-28T14:49:00.000+08:002006-04-28T15:06:31.416+08:00Dream Caught Truehaha... really curse sia. All this while, i have been thinking of getting fake MC so that i not need to go work. Now really come true. MC for a week. Lets see wat happen.<br /><br />*Pict is abit disgusting. I took it while waiting for the doctor to come. And before i start to feel the pain and dizziness.<br /><br /><br /><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/Image004.1.jpg" border="0" /><br />As u can see, my toe is badly damaged. Doctor said i will lose the toe nail. I was so scared when the nurse told me may need to remove the toe nail. I will faint immediately. Took an x-ray and it says my toe abit fracture. The doctor gave me painkiller jab because he saw me like going to faint soon. Oh now my ass also feeling numb after the jab. I think now the pain is transferred to the ass rather my toe. </p><p>Anyway, this was wat happen. We are unloading goods from the terminal. Happened there was some confusions. Then my colleague released the ramp too fast before i can retract my feet. So the weight of the ramp and the goods all rested on my toe. Although there was no pain yet, i knew my toe is gone. </p><p>Oh...i have created a new history in Duty Free Shop. The first ever person to injure so seriously in changi airport. Well Done. For now will be a week of countdown. </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/Image000.0.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /> My neatly bandaged toe<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114620799137213242?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com'/></div>Uncle Wenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-1146151759324967622006-04-27T23:09:00.000+08:002006-04-27T23:29:19.336+08:00My Working Schedule**(All time in 24 hundred hours. Going NS in July, so need to get used to it)<br /><br />0600: Alarm Ring.......but only out of bed at 0610<br />0645: Take father car to SAJC bus stop to take bus to Kallang<br />0745: Reach airport<br />0800: Start Work. First wave of goods waiting for us to unload from lorry. The Driver always smiling. The more they smile, the more scared we got.<br />0800 - 1330: Wwwoooorrrkkk. Somtimes there are unoffical breaks in between. Usually at 1330h is our official lunch break. But becoz we eat so much during out break, we dun eat again for lunch. So we recharge ourselves by slping in the departure hall. I admit that i drooled a few times when napping. Oh man! Potraying an ugly sight of sporean.<br />1430 - 1700: Continue Wwwwooorrrkkk...... If no OT then can go home on time....if not have to prepare to eat dinner in the airport.<br /><br />Life after work is simple. Rest n Relaxed. Recently, i have picked up reading, something which i think is boring previously. I read A Walked to Remember and The Five Person You Meet In Heaven. Both are great books. Completed them within 2 weeks, an achievement for me. I discover the joy in reading. It can keep u relaxed but at the same time make your mind think and imagine. Oh... mark said i like turning gay because i told him i going to read Nicholas Spark books.<br /><br />Of course not forgetting meeting my frens. Something which i wait for everyweek. The feeling of being together to tok cock, eat and play. Partly becoz i am like working alone even though i got 7 other colleagues. And so far, i have not talked to any of the pretty salegirls...serious...if u believe me. Only the aunties tok to me and asked me question like why i working here....blah blah... Must be the uncle instinct in me.....which connects me to the aunties.<br /><br />Ok....keep looking to another week and it will be over...and i will be in tekong soon. Land of the Botaks.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114615175932496762?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com'/></div>Uncle Wenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-1145203219057761912006-04-16T23:27:00.000+08:002006-04-17T00:13:32.783+08:00Cartoons Look AlikeI realised my life is surrounded by cute and adorable real cartoon characters......<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/1600/CIMG4243.2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="256" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/CIMG4243.2.jpg" width="182" border="0" /></a> <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="227" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/bomberman_world-front.1.jpg" width="187" border="0" /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/1600/bomberman_world-front.0.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/1600/CIMG4238.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="282" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/CIMG4238.0.jpg" width="139" border="0" /></a> <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="210" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/kenny%20copy.1.jpg" width="149" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Dun u all think they look alike??? HAHA</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114520321905776191?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com'/></div>Uncle Wenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-1145201093237551602006-04-16T23:06:00.000+08:002006-04-16T23:24:53.256+08:00Working in the AirportHave already worked for one week in the airport duty free shop. The job scope is very simple. Just need to shift the new stocks from the lorry and display it on the shelves. But somehow it is very boring because the arrival of the new stocks seem endless, which explains why i have been working OT since day 1. Everyday, i work longer than i slp.<br /><br />It is also a very risky job because i fear breaking the wine bottle everytime i handle them. There has been a few close shave but somehow i was just abit lucky, the Johnny Walker bottle is still alive after dropping from the top shelf. I feel that i am like an outcast among my colleagues. Partly because most of them are malays and i am the only rare chinese there. They will just instruct me what to do then after that i am just on my own.<br /><br />The only motivation working there is probably the nice food in the airport. Everyday eats a few meals and spent close to 10 bucks on food. My pay will reduce by a lot if this goes on. I will grow fatter and then later suffer in NS. Oh i forget to mention that there are a lot of air stewardesses to see also. HAHA. Oh even the police women working in the airport are like models. They put make up for their work.<br /><br />Haiz... still got 2 months for my job before i can quit. If not i will have to pay the agency $500. Ok now i am looking forward to the hong kong trip after my job. Going to invest all my money on it....whahaha<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114520109323755160?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com'/></div>Uncle Wenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-1144608621589586122006-04-10T02:37:00.000+08:002006-04-10T02:50:21.676+08:00All events over....A new lifeKinabalu...over.... really fun. Tried a lot of new activites and a new climbing experience.<br /><br />G. Rabung....over.... tough trek. Still quite an untouched place. Caving was nt bad. The year 1 are quite jokers too. And with 7 gals....there is also a lot of gossips.<br /><br />Going to start work on tuesday. Store assistant in changi duty free shop. More like being a saikang warrior. i think after army...i can upgrade to become king of saikang liao. Oh btw... my enlistment is 7 july 2006, 9am, BMTC School 2. It is the day after my birthday. Ppl pls treat me nicely on my birthday. Memorable but dun torture me. IF nt the nxt 2 years life will be quite sad.<br /><br />Kunhan is going to be a policeman this tuesday. Ever wonder how he looks in uniform???<br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/400/kun_police.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">The most Cool Policeman of the Year with his oakley shade</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114460862158958612?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com'/></div>Uncle Wenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-1143470217683102652006-03-27T22:10:00.000+08:002006-03-27T22:44:17.420+08:006 pecs slimming programThis is what happened during holiday mood. No exercise. Everyday Eat and Sleep only. I know it is disgusting. Go ahead and puke if u want to. Alrite, lucky cannot see my face. If not u will faint.<br /><br /><br /><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/Presentation1%20%5BRecovered%5D.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>Guess it is time to increase my 1 sit-up a day. I need to train until i become like this. Fit Fit. </p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/wakeboarding%20074%20copy.jpg" border="0" /></p><br />Oppz... so sorry that i have to borrow someone body.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114347021768310265?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com'/></div>Uncle Wenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-1142874034573988362006-03-21T00:50:00.000+08:002006-03-21T01:03:00.203+08:00The Day Before Mt KinabaluWoah...still remember months ago we are still discussing about going Mt Kinabalu. Then we met with so many unfortunate incident. But due to the the determinations of the organisers, the trip is possible. Although i was nt excited about the trip when it was in the planning stage. However now kinda of eager to go. Actually dream of climbing Mt Kina started in Year 1. That time me and mark still thinking when we will climb it. So sorry mark....i going without u ...... haha<br /><br />Ok..i will be the unofficial first aider for the trip. I think my job is just to carry the first aid kit only. Plus the thermoflask. So u all want coffee or tea???? Dun worry, when i see u all dying, will definitely come help. Let my god-like healing touch cure u all.<br /><br />"Hello Hello....Are u ok??"<br />"Trust me...i am a first aider."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114287403457398836?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com'/></div>Uncle Wenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-1142439957017072852006-03-15T23:54:00.000+08:002006-03-16T00:38:31.766+08:00Zhng my graphic cardMy graphic card fan had spoilt for closed to half a year. Have always been thinking of modifying the fan but always no time or too lazy to diy. Anyway today pass by Sim Lim, so decided to get a cheapo fan and settle the problem once and for all. And here is my Zhng graphic card......<br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/Image003.1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>well.... it is geforce 4 ti 4200....cooled by AMD fan...whaha....dun siao siao.....</p><p>Then......wat have i been doing last week????</p><p>Working in IT Show 2006. Wah it was xiong. Standing from 10am-10pm everyday. Becoz of this, knee now gt problem. Then the meal was shitty. Eating rock rice everyday for 4 days was bad for digestion. Furthermore each meal only take less than 5min for me. So u can imagine how fast i gobble down the food. But overall, have lots of fun working. Suppose to be in the slacker team just selling mouse. End up suddenly transferred to the front counter. Not a bad move because got things to do is better than nothing to do. Time pass faster. Simon is a good leader . A good motivator too. Michelle was super enthu when comes to selling her memory card. Every minute can hear her shouting. No wonder can attract so much guy customers.haha. Anyway her strategy do works. Some customers at least take the effort to see wat we selling. Of course she is one of those that made the most deal. I guess if this is her ITP, sure A...if not distinction liao. But now she suffer the after effect of IT show. Ok i am quite a slacker. I only approach customer when i see they gt interest. If not is like wasting time explaining to them. </p><p>So as u can see...in this competitive society....it is better u grab every single chance rather to let even the slightest chance slip away.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114243995701707285?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com'/></div>Uncle Wenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-1141746282528914882006-03-07T23:22:00.000+08:002006-03-07T23:44:42.576+08:00To the personz concern.....pls readWell kinda of shocked to see both of u working in the IT show although i have already expected it quite long ago. Actually i knew something is going on. It was only today then i comfirm my guess is correct. We are slacking one corner looking for stuff to do when he told me. Somehow he felt paiseh. Erm...so i was right.<br /><br />Somehow it still sound abit unexpected. Imagine that guy is my very best friends. OMG. But then i have got over it long ago. I am really OK that both of u are together. Dun have to feel bad about it. Nothing to be sorry about. Nobody is to be blamed. Such thing cannot be force. You have to when it is time to let go. Whatever it is, both are still my close friends. Lets just hope that things will go on smoothly for both of u. U will definitely get my blessing..haha<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114174628252891488?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com'/></div>Uncle Wenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-1141623004861976882006-03-06T13:03:00.000+08:002006-03-06T13:30:04.930+08:00Preview: Genting Torture TripNo time to blog yet.... take a look at some previews first...<br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong>Presenting...........Fear Factor Participants....</strong><br /><br /></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/genting%20013.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Beloved Les for this trip </p><p align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/genting%20093.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Sexy Model for hair waxing.....Bryan "Bushy"</p><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/genting%20086.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Mr Serious</p><p align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/genting%20092.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p>Pong Piah Poster Boy. Uncle Weng (left) Representative from Spore. Mr Kek, Representative from Segamat. Best Pong Piah in Msia. Happy Face after eating 3 pong piahs. </p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/genting%20074.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Return of Fear Factor in Genting. U dare try??</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114162300486197688?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com'/></div>Uncle Wenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-1140793744115630142006-02-24T22:40:00.000+08:002006-02-24T23:13:49.023+08:00Lelong Lelong!!!U know...sometimes when your are daydreaming, ideas just come so naturally. I wonder if this is how those great businessman or inventors get their ideas.<br /><br />So early morning wake up, normal routine. Lazing around on the bed, forcing myself into slp again. But too bad, body and mind just not in the mood to sleep again. It is at this split moment, my brain think of a great idea. Post an ad online to sell off bicycle wheel !! Although it is such a simple idea, yet i took so long to realise it. I have lost one of the wheels in accident 2 months ago. Now only left with 1 lonely rear wheel which cannot do anything. It is just collecting dust. Somemore my mother is complaining that i look like a bicycle garang guni with all the bike parts laying around.<br /><br />Anyway, i was thinking how to attract ppl to buy this wheel. Becoz who the heck will just buy one useless rear wheel. u cannot cycle with one wheel rite.... So i decided to put in freebies.... giving away my slick tire for free. Put an attractive price of 50 bucks for everything. Quite suprisely the ad attracted quite a number of ppl. They emailed me. Put only this lucky guy from ntu gt the deal. I closed my first bike deal at 9.30pm at aljunied mrt stn.<br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/IMG_4848.jpg" border="0" /><br />My wheel when i bought in 2004. For $210 (Oh..this i pay with my own money...erm...ya lorz )<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/Weng%20041e.0.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>2 years later......</p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>And now...my wheel become a "widow".... i have got no choice but to sell u away. This is my last pict of u..... In fond memories.....</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114079374411563014?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com'/></div>Uncle Wenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-1140187112293294412006-02-17T22:09:00.000+08:002006-02-17T22:38:32.343+08:00i seldom bother about the email in account. Usually i wait until it floods then delete them. However, today happen to click on this email when deleting my account. Although it is rather long but it is meaningful. Email from Ang Eileen (aka "Kun Mei")<br /><br /><br /><em>Taming our Hot Temper<br /> Temper takes many forms. The form of temper we now adopt as adults depends very much on what was successfully applied on us as children. For example, if the significant adults had used temper to control us successfully, we now use temper to try to control others. Since we had focused on the injustice of the temper so much, we unconsciously imbibe the very behavior we hated. Temper can be obvious or it can be subtle. Temper manifests itself in some of the following ways: a) explosion----we rage, we use anger to lash out at others and intimidate them. b) implosion----we give the silent treatment, we sulk, we turn it inward and beat ourselves up. c) irritation---we have little tolerance, we are out of control. d) repetition---we nag constantly, we are stuck in the same angry groove. It is best to avoid all forms of anger because if we give anger an inch, it will take a mile. So don’t let anger get a foothold in our hearts. For once anger gets into our hearts, it is hard to uproot. And if we let the sun go down on our anger, our hearts will harden into resentment and bitterness. We are the only one who can make ourselves angry. We choose how we respond to the event that upset us. The meaning we give to the event will determine whether we become angry or not. What we tell ourselves makes us angry. How? By telling ourselves that we have been taken undue advantage of, that we have been unfairly treated, abused, bullied, humiliated, browbeaten, intimidated, coerced or mercilessly whacked for minor mistakes or by recounting to ourselves all the perceived wrongs that have been done to us in the past. It is vital that we watch our thoughts as we can temporarily stop our anger when we change our thoughts or change what we tell ourselves. Yet, why do we often become more and more angry? Because we refuse to change our angry thoughts or we choose to churn over and over in our minds what we keep telling ourselves. And what we tell ourselves keep us locked in our anger prison. Often, we become angry because we don’t get our ways. We have not learnt the art of allowing, tolerating, accommodating and accepting differences in views, values, mannerisms and perspectives. Sometimes we become angry because current word or event triggers off some childhood abuse, fear or anxiety. But, the ultimate objective of all forms of anger is to try to control the behavior of the other person. We use anger to intimidate, manipulate and subdue the other person. Anger becomes most dangerous when it hardens our hearts and makes us so self-righteous that we cannot see our fault. What we cannot see, in ourselves, we cannot change. When we refuse to apologize for our anger we imprison ourselves in our own self-righteousness. We stand on our pride. We harden our heart. But when we start to say “I am sorry,” we begin to unburden our heart and release ourselves from our own imprisonment. Somehow the chain is removed. The shackle is broken. Sure some will take advantage of our apology but the heavy burden of being locked up in our own anger is lightened. Apology unlocks our heart for the reconciliation to begin. Easy to talk, but, how do we tame our hot temper?1) Admit that we are in trouble If people can easily trigger us into temper, sulking, impatience, or nagging then we have to admit that “I am out of control with my temper.” When we use temper so readily it becomes a form of emotional abuse. It also means that we are unable to discipline ourselves. We have lost self-control. We have not learnt to separate the important from the little things. We have not learnt to let the small stuff go. Yes, we can find thousands of reasons why we are so easily provoked into uncontrollable anger and hold on to the anger right into the night. But, unless we recognize and admit that we have trouble with our hot temper, we will never start to tame our temper.<br /> Furthermore, we must admit that, often, our hot temper arises from nothing more than our resentment. Where there is resentment, there is a hardening of the heart and there is no forgiveness in our hearts. A forgiven person forgives, so it is vital that we learn to forgive ourselves also. One practical way of forgiving is to pray for the one who hurts us, who causes us pain, or even harm.<br />3) Stop before the temper gets ugly Anger is a choice. It is a choice to stop a disagreement before it gets ugly. It is a choice to stop and pray because we can sense the anger starting to boil inside and that our hearts are beginning to harden. If we want to control our anger, we should, “be quick to listen but slow to speak and slow to human anger”<br /><br /> The earlier we agree, the easier it is to stop the quarrel and the anger from developing. As Solomon says, “The start of an argument is like the first break in a dam; stop it before it goes any further.” “Any fool can start argumentsand “The fool blurts out every angry feeling, but the wise subdues and restrains them.<br />“Come to terms with your opponent in good time while you are still on the way to the court with him”<br /> 4) Seek Counseling Speaking to a close friend may be a good way to tame your temper. Say everything which you feel like saying. Your close friend may be the one able to provide the best advice. </em><br /><em></em><br />Dun stage war against yourself, find peace within yourself<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114018711229329441?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com'/></div>Uncle Wenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-1140093221260269672006-02-16T20:21:00.000+08:002006-02-16T20:33:41.273+08:00Last Fireworks from #18-170<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">The fireworks view on from my house....</span> </div><br /> <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/fyp%20064.jpg" border="0" /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/fyp%20062.jpg" border="0" /><br /> <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/fyp%20048.jpg" border="0" /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/fyp%20037.jpg" border="0" /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/fyp%20011.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/fyp%20006.0.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="left">Well, this will be the very last firework i going to see from my house. Going to shift house soon. Next time going to stay 4th floor, got nothing to see. So everyone, last chance to enjoy these photographs....</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-114009322126026967?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com'/></div>Uncle Wenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-1139761502254861532006-02-13T00:08:00.000+08:002006-02-13T00:25:02.273+08:00Exam FeverAccording to a recent finding, there is an increasing number of people getting the fever virus. The number is believed to be still increasing due to dreadful upcoming exam, resulting in a decrease in the hours of sleep. It is strongly believed that the culprit is the bak gua during the cny season. Especially the hot and crispy bak kunz home-made bak gua. Delicious but deadly.<br /><br />Alrite exam coming. Study hard dudes. Oh... of course for those love birds, lonely birds, loser birds and kuku birds(???), U all can start studying after vdae. One day is not going to make any diff, so enjoy yourself!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113976150225486153?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com'/></div>Uncle Wenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356895.post-1139419251077251702006-02-09T01:11:00.000+08:002006-02-09T01:20:51.086+08:00<div align="left">Life is tough....really. Tough choice. I will never blamed you for making this decision. Right Choice. If it is not today, then it will some other time. Short term pain better than long term pain. Someone told to take it as a good thing. No doubt, it is sad, painful and confusing but it is part and parcel of life. Life still goes on. Time to get over it !!! Yeah.<br /></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="134" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1914/320/have%20a%20nice%20day.jpg" width="160" border="0" /><p align="center">Have A Nice Day!<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19356895-113941925107725170?l=retro-uncle.blogspot.com'/></div>Uncle Wenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589294767100232065noreply@blogger.com