<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:53:24.190+08:00</updated><category term='Booklet 2010'/><title type='text'>My name is now CY Cheah</title><subtitle type='html'>A good place to relax...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>256</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-8602556752349737835</id><published>2010-07-31T09:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T09:45:54.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Breakfast and Night Multiculture Opera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/TFN9PQrlC-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/xFmgdltvItM/s1600/Image0466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/TFN9PQrlC-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/xFmgdltvItM/s320/Image0466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499877271078767586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend (Lay Ying) invited me to join her friends for breakfast. So had to wake up 7 and reach her appartment at 8. Stoped at the wrong appartment anyway and they came to fetch me and headed to a lorong breakfast and toast stall. NOTE: Penangs best and prefered food are not in shops but along the road. Nice breakfast. Toast: kaya, chocolate and coffee with half boiled eggs and milo/kopi. Din't want to drink the coffee cause it made my friends teeth looks yellow, for awhile. When we left we saw this along the way. Its not a painting but the whole thing is wire bend and welled. All along I mistaken it to be a painting. Haha! Don't really know what its talking about but something about the food roadstall. All this was last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/TFN9O9lOOkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gPcKT-5j_6c/s1600/Image0473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/TFN9O9lOOkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gPcKT-5j_6c/s320/Image0473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499877265951832642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week (actually yesterday night) Sharlene invited me for a night opera. There were two operas going on; a chinese opera happening at the front in front of the temple which we did not come for and the one we were heading for not far after a 'z' bend from the chinese one at steward lane. Entertaining but to actually appreciate it you must understand it. It was by a Japanese lady; don't remember her name. But her voice was very strong, at anytime I did wonder when the loud speakers were going to burst during the high notes. Was given the opportunity to go for the penang choir after quiping in one of Sharlene's conversations. (She like knows everyone there!) I wonder if i should go. I did want to do that for some time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/TFN9PNLihlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VWIRSH71iBs/s1600/Image0477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/TFN9PNLihlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VWIRSH71iBs/s320/Image0477.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499877270139078226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/TFN9O9lOOkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gPcKT-5j_6c/s1600/Image0473.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-8602556752349737835?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/8602556752349737835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=8602556752349737835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/8602556752349737835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/8602556752349737835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2010/07/morning-breakfast-and-night.html' title='Morning Breakfast and Night Multiculture Opera'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/TFN9PQrlC-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/xFmgdltvItM/s72-c/Image0466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-3079514566610233599</id><published>2010-07-21T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:01:59.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past pictures I neglected!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/TEcKUVL9I_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/K5ByLdA0VhA/s1600/Image0458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/TEcKUVL9I_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/K5ByLdA0VhA/s320/Image0458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496373214629929970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't remember why I took this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/TEcKT5he4MI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LzYhCwQt0iI/s1600/Image0420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/TEcKT5he4MI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LzYhCwQt0iI/s320/Image0420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496373207204028610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peter Fred! I miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/TEcKTb6iJZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1y7tD87z3hc/s1600/Image0409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/TEcKTb6iJZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1y7tD87z3hc/s320/Image0409.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496373199256036754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kahve drink! Really nice! (It was only me and Irene)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/TEcKTFUoQgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3Ia6qXc93OE/s1600/Image0401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/TEcKTFUoQgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3Ia6qXc93OE/s320/Image0401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496373193191473666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Irene with a PINK cat.  ITS PINK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/TEcKS_BpO1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/lGEo112NXB0/s1600/Image0400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/TEcKS_BpO1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/lGEo112NXB0/s320/Image0400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496373191501232978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love arranging soft toys! Nice  stacked up pack of dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/TEcJ80ACCUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/VQEwUeaWeDM/s1600/Image0457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/TEcJ80ACCUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/VQEwUeaWeDM/s320/Image0457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496372810584557890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what I receive from the operators in the company. I feel flattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/TEcJ8oHO5OI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nsPX_79quM8/s1600/Image0463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/TEcJ8oHO5OI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nsPX_79quM8/s320/Image0463.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496372807393535202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me in my smock for work and jacket when I'm cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-3079514566610233599?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/3079514566610233599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=3079514566610233599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3079514566610233599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3079514566610233599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2010/07/past-pictures-i-neglected.html' title='Past pictures I neglected!'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/TEcKUVL9I_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/K5ByLdA0VhA/s72-c/Image0458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-7146469941230619892</id><published>2010-07-21T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:39:15.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts Days of Work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/TEb6CnJ8crI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sMpLoHsLjzM/s1600/Image0464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/TEb6CnJ8crI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sMpLoHsLjzM/s320/Image0464.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496355318029644466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well... i thought that i will just grab my camera and take a picture of what i will be doing for the next 2 years or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowles accepted me as their staff. PERMANENT staff!! Totally unexpected but with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;deficiency&lt;/span&gt; in mandarin and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hokkien&lt;/span&gt;, my first few months will be some what 'interesting' and 'enjoyable'. In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;penang&lt;/span&gt; it is assumed that every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; here can speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hokkien&lt;/span&gt;! And I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hokkien&lt;/span&gt;! But '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hokkien&lt;/span&gt;'! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cham&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Never mind&lt;/span&gt;. My training partner (now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tuitor&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;volunteered&lt;/span&gt; to teach me mandarin. Just have to  sputter out my mandarin and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hokkien&lt;/span&gt;. Manage to confuse my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tutor&lt;/span&gt; with my mixed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dialect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working honestly is not half as bad as it would seems. In fact I admit that it is the best choice for now because it has a mix of both worlds that I have to do. 1) I have to build my career. 2) I want to study. Let me explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career is not something much to talk about because it pretty much straight forward; to get the MONEY!! Since my work requires more of research, I HAVE to study. Which actually is more fun because it is not studying just for the same of 'memorise and vomit for exams' kind of study. It is study to improve and enhance, to apply! At least what I am studying makes more sense than just plain memorizing and forgetting. The latter is really fustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other part of the study is that I get to study for the money, inclusive of self study and training! Will have to read the above books (or any one of them) within 2 months. SHOCK! But its a business management philosophy, which means also its applicable to real life. Hello to self improvement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the first few 'actual' days of work is pretty much of a blur for me now. Everything is pretty blur and zoomy. Zip zap zos! You get what I mean. I hope I will not break down because of memory overload. More likely I will break down because lack of sleep. And look at the time! It's time to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-7146469941230619892?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/7146469941230619892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=7146469941230619892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/7146469941230619892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/7146469941230619892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2010/07/firsts-days-of-work.html' title='Firsts Days of Work!'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/TEb6CnJ8crI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sMpLoHsLjzM/s72-c/Image0464.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-2926930722430873913</id><published>2009-10-26T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:42:06.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>biquad antena...</title><content type='html'>I just found out how to improve my wifi connection in my room! It is using a biquad dish antena. There are two main problems tho. One is fixing up the antena. I guess i could just fix it in the room. But the second is the bigger problem. My wifi adapter does not have an external input antenna. T.T should have bought the card slotted one for my laptop. Well... next time then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-2926930722430873913?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/2926930722430873913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=2926930722430873913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/2926930722430873913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/2926930722430873913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2009/10/biquad-antena.html' title='biquad antena...'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-2037808365421541790</id><published>2009-09-30T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:01:20.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!! SPAM !!!</title><content type='html'>Argghhh!!! I feel soooo fustrraaaaateedddd!!!! Grrraaawwww!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-2037808365421541790?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/2037808365421541790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=2037808365421541790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/2037808365421541790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/2037808365421541790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2009/09/spam.html' title='!!! SPAM !!!'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-3783758781548380478</id><published>2009-09-29T00:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:34:18.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Campus REVO</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of campus revo. Julie lead the prayer meeting and she was rather 'kaku' haha~ i guess we have never really follow a particular format so following a format was rather a new thing and since this is the first day it's is really something.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is from the DREAM Malaysia website which i am not mistaken is where Revolution movement started and as a result our prayer meeting here in UMS started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we would follow the sequence suggested by the Prophet Joel in Chapters 2 and 3, it would seem to me broadly that, DREAM Malaysia (for the Church) would include the picture of a&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;table class="bodytext" width="90%" align="left" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0"&gt;                   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;                     &lt;td width="28%"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Christian (youth) revival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;td width="72%"&gt;Where thousands will turn &amp;amp; return to                       God with radical faith to always live His principles, serve                       His purposes and fulfill His plans in and through their                       lives&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;strong&gt;[PRAYER]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;/tr&gt;                   &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;                     &lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Church restoration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;td&gt;Where spiritual accuracy, authority, activeness ... and                       admiration will be restored to the Church like in the days                       of the Book of Acts&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;strong&gt;[PARTNERSHIP]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;/tr&gt;                   &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;                     &lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Community transformation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where lives are guided by principles and lived with                         purpose, and communities are blessed as righteousness                         prevails over self- centredness, with multitudes     responding to the love of Jesus and to the power of His Holy Spirit, bringing     about real and lasting change for the good of all&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;[POWER]&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;/tr&gt;                   &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;                     &lt;td height="34"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Commission explosion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where tens of thousands of young people will answer                         the call for missions, making Malaysia a mighty force                         that will effectively help to bring completion to the                         Great Commission&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;strong&gt;[PEOPLE GROUPS]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dream.net.my/church/main.php&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the start of the new day. I do hope that everyday when we meet it will be a start of something new. God will sustain His presence in UMS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-3783758781548380478?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/3783758781548380478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=3783758781548380478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3783758781548380478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3783758781548380478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-campus-revo.html' title='First day of Campus REVO'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-8522547638346630953</id><published>2009-09-26T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T02:46:04.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A prayer to Dad</title><content type='html'>Dear Dad,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really has been sometime hasn't it, just sitting down and chatting with You via the internet. I have been really caught up with the many things in life of love and relationship and the world of entertainment. Sigh... Mostly too caught up with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that You won't be too frustrated that I neglected the moments precious too You for my wants. But You are still faithful and true, and tho i am running amok doing my own things You are still there to answer my prayers and answering them in ways I honestly cannot see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember the dream (or is it vision?) that You gave me the last time? The one that we were praying an a group and a fire started, and small flames started to spread through the whole campus until it was engulfed in flames. I know that it is not arson or a rebellion but something of greater value than that. I believe it is a growing passion to see Your glory in this place, and an awakening of Christians to unite under Your name to spread the good news throughout the campus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today i also meet with Eunice that You sent to talk with us. This week has been a rather lazy week and if not because of Your persistence I would have missed my chance. Let Lord this be a start of a new day, a dawn for a great awakening for revival in this place. Will i get to spectate it? It doesn't really matter. Let Your will be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that You could help me and Julie out with this. Help us with our schedules and  our assignments. I also need a slapping for my laziness. I desire for discipline and a leading in what You want me to do. Help me out in things that hinders me from serving You to my fullest potential for i don't want to leave a place without giving a great impact in my campus. Help me focus in the small things, in the way i walk. talk and do things. Help me also in my prayer life, i want to get to know You better and draw close to You. Help me also understand Your Bible, and show me the directions You want me to go through Your Word. Lead me in the path of righteousness for Your name sake, and to acknowledge all my ways to You, so that You could lead my path of my life. Make me a history maker and a Malaysia changer for You. All the glory and honor, let it be redirected back to You. In Jesus name I pray, AMEN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-8522547638346630953?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/8522547638346630953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=8522547638346630953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/8522547638346630953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/8522547638346630953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2009/09/prayer-to-dad.html' title='A prayer to Dad'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-3110063281913045775</id><published>2009-09-26T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T02:20:21.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I called to be a Worship Leader?</title><content type='html'>What the craziest thing that is crossing my mind right now? I want to join the 'One in a Million' contest! Crazy!! But still a long way to go huh...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... U Phillip recently approach  me mentioning that he wants to train me to become a worship leader (and i also he secretly prays that he could retain me... hehe~ I have nothing against him). Its a really great opportunity for me, since i have secretly wish that one day i could perform in front of a crowd, which only i have done once with my classmates. An opportunity to grow in dreams as well in my spiritual walk of faith and trust in God. Why? Worship leading really must have faith because you have to lead people to God and trust that God will bring people to greater heights. A WL must be sensitive and trust what God tells him to do. It is rather scary for me really, but i can't let this great opportunity pass me by. Dive into the opportunity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, last tuesday was told to WL the prayer meeting. It is not as simple as it seems. You have to chose 5 main songs and another 5 back-up songs and at the end of the day you would only sing one song from your list and another from else where chosen by the leader. And as a total rookie, sometimes you don't know where the spirit is leading. That how it was for my first prayer meeting. But it really made me trust God is really in control, and God speaks to people who come together to pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm rambling already. But the bottom line is that I really enjoyed just singing and supporting the leaders during the worship sessions. Somehow I can really let lose when i'm singing behind the mike, but under one condition tho: I don't look anyone in the eye. Haha! But i'm encourage none the less from the feedback from friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-3110063281913045775?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/3110063281913045775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=3110063281913045775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3110063281913045775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3110063281913045775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2009/09/am-i-called-to-be-worship-leader.html' title='Am I called to be a Worship Leader?'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-1036571427251685357</id><published>2009-09-26T01:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T02:01:41.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this a start of a revolution?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday there was a meeting for Ablazers about wanting to start a campus revo in UMS. However, i did not attend, neither did Fiona, Christopher or Julie (LBC) was there. I find that rather interesting really that God planned in such a way to make it not so much a Ablaze thing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today (Friday, 25th October) we met Eunice Pui, who is now in IMU in her 3rd year in Medicine, A Skyliner at heart too i believe. And all the above today was present, however Fiona and Chris had to leave early to buy dinner for later CG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, i don't really feel all that excited about having campus revo in UMS. Just a slight tickle. But God reminds me about what my father said, "God is moving by nations, not to say that God does not work in individuals, but He is focusing more on changing nations." And what i see from the Revolution movement/mobilization, this is really God's work, and if i really don't want to miss the train, I better don't miss it this round of what God is really doing in Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what UMS would need. A spark, a flicker, more oil and a flame. UMS does not need spores, which grows into mushrooms and dies, but seeds which grows to trees and gives shade and fruits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i still don't feel a drive. But i realize that i don't lack motivation, but am just plain lazy and lack of focus. At the same time, if i can't drive myself (by God's strength and grace) how else can i lead a people for a drive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like Carrie Underwoods song:Jesus take the wheel, take it from my hand... I need a revolution and i need to shine. Is it to late to change? With a God of second chances, i don't think He has given up on me since He had divinely lead me into this campus revo. Thinking back this is what i have prayed for and a flicker of hope still remains in me and plenty of potential in what UMS has. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a personal revolution. Really! And I am the revolution as well. I want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prayer: God i pray that You would do something about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-1036571427251685357?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/1036571427251685357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=1036571427251685357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/1036571427251685357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/1036571427251685357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-this-start-of-revolution.html' title='Is this a start of a revolution?'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-3203350088965053111</id><published>2009-09-26T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T01:14:21.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CG in Hospital Papar</title><content type='html'>Today cg is was a really an interesting one. We had our cg in the hospital in the maternity ward section in the room of the 'doctor-on-call'.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am now lying now to my gf now bf that cheng eng got pregnant and she wanted to deliver her baby in papar. She just got married last week and got pregnant before she got married. (What a story)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. The first week of next month is Kheng Wee, Sharon and Crystbel birthdays. Bel was not feeling well so she could not  go to papar with us. So we had an Octo-baby hospital celebration today in Papar with all the babies. Huhu! Kk... We did not have the babies. Had a chance to wear a nearly complete ward attire, what you usually see the doctors wear when their going to do surgery in those doctors dramas. Head down to the foot. Somehow the footwear and the mask looks like disposable panties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-3203350088965053111?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/3203350088965053111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=3203350088965053111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3203350088965053111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3203350088965053111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2009/09/cg-in-hospital-papar.html' title='CG in Hospital Papar'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-3311525501227704364</id><published>2009-09-17T13:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:22:29.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do?</title><content type='html'>Life without purpose or any drive is not a pleasant feeling. And also opens up a lot of opportunities for something to happen. Or at least the feeling is ain't nice. Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-3311525501227704364?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/3311525501227704364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=3311525501227704364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3311525501227704364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3311525501227704364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-to-do.html' title='What to do?'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-751790378770463667</id><published>2009-07-14T14:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:05:38.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booklet 2010'/><title type='text'>Blessing</title><content type='html'>Ever since I started to do the booklet, I have been getting to know more of Sabah in such a short time. It's amazing. The booklet this year is fantastic from the draft layout i say yesterday. But next years booklet will be so much more fasinating than the last and will improve as it goes on from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming thursday is a freshies dinner, a welcome for them to fun and exciting days in Sabah. (Thats how i view it this time). Its amazing how the tickets get sold. Last Sunday was announced about the event and somehow Christine made us asked for sponsors for the tickets. The money came in like selling ice lemon tea on a hot day! The money could cover for 232 tickets. AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know that we actually got such a big pool of resources but now i know, and there is still more to know. The generous heart of God's people sure encouraged me as well increased my faith. Especially an aunty who has already given 100 and gave another hundred under a condition that i really pray for the event. And i have been because i have been blessed by her contribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Booklet 2010 Archive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadong Jaya, Near Maybank Main branch&lt;br /&gt;A hawker area with local delicacies like nasi goreng, maggie mee goreng etc... It's good save the satay. So far i have only tried the stall on the far right. I was told that is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staff Food Corner, 1 Borneo&lt;br /&gt;Cheap and good food. Tried the cendol. Nice at the beginning but gets a little plain when you reach the end. Nasi ayam/chicken rice i find it fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple Cafe, 1 Borneo&lt;br /&gt;Reasonable priced food for a supermarket restaurant. Not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bamboo Cafe, 1 Borneo&lt;br /&gt;The prices are rather cheap. But once the food quality dropped and i shunned going there the whole of my 2nd semester 2008/2009 (2nd year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Borneo Cafe, 1 Borneo&lt;br /&gt;Good food. The menu have changed from the last time. The price is rather reasonable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-751790378770463667?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/751790378770463667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=751790378770463667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/751790378770463667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/751790378770463667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2009/07/blessing.html' title='Blessing'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-374390532124297273</id><published>2009-05-25T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:05:25.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shack</title><content type='html'>I have been reading 'The Shack'. The back page synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mackenzie Allen Phillips's youngest daughter, Missy, has been abducted during a family vacation and evidence that she may have been brutally murdered is found in an abandoned shack deep in the Oregon wilderness. Four years later, in the midst of his Great Sadness, Mack receives a suspicious note, apparently from God, inviting him back to that shack for a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against his better judgment he arrives at the shack on a wintry afternoon and walks back into his darkest nightmare. What he finds there will change Mack's world forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shack, William P. Young&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is one book i recomend, tho i found out that i don't know many things i feel that many of what it writes it's truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also come to realise one more thing. Many times we ask question. But our biggest problem is we don't expect an answer, or don't bother to find the answer at all. I guess everything is at our finger tips and when the answer does not come in an instant we don't bother. I'm going to find out the answer to my question, I'll try my best with Dad's help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-374390532124297273?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/374390532124297273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=374390532124297273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/374390532124297273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/374390532124297273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2009/05/shack.html' title='The Shack'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-6070703376731429883</id><published>2009-01-15T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T01:58:20.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few ponderings</title><content type='html'>Life has become more busy the last few days and i can for see that things are going to get all the more busier in future. Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually i like it this way. There is a sense of purpose as well as building a network among friends. It feels nice to belong to somewhere for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy in both campus and church. Now am getting to know more of my own coursemates as well as those in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the part where i intend to be intentional. Agressive as Peter puts it. It is more of will than that of want. It is more of need than just flow. I can't keep my friends unless i have the will to keep them connected to me. There is a need for a sacrifice to get the good things in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear heavenly Father,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you have in plan for me, but the things that have been laid before me i take them as opportunities to grow, as a leader will need to grow for the followers to grow. Grant me the strength and the will to do your will and your purpose and yet not to loose my main focus of being in university, to study and glorify Jesus name through my studies. Be my shield and my guide. In Jesus name. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-6070703376731429883?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/6070703376731429883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=6070703376731429883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/6070703376731429883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/6070703376731429883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2009/01/few-ponderings.html' title='A few ponderings'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-4164182479824594745</id><published>2008-10-28T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:35:35.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sien</title><content type='html'>Very sien lah today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep... body crys for sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But head does not want to sleep. It tells me, "Don't sleep, need study!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But body says: "I don't want to move, I don't want to let you study!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the head yells at the body: "Go and bang yourself again the wall. Punch the tree there around the corner. Go and grind those knuckles into some flesh and bones!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm getting close to insanity. Ohh... heaven is so much nearer. Was that a golden rat i just saw?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-4164182479824594745?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/4164182479824594745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=4164182479824594745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/4164182479824594745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/4164182479824594745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/10/sien.html' title='Sien'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-866459126193335471</id><published>2008-10-27T12:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:34:29.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be thankful in all things</title><content type='html'>Gosh~ This is nt nonsense... sigh~ My bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th October 2008 : Went to class in the morning at 9:15 (yeah, i was late for class, but in time for the class. Heh~), went to the lib to download my updated online ordered Norton, and raced to kampung E to fetch Christopher and to church in the unpredictable rain of Sabah. It is the season btw. Thank God halfway meet Noel along the main road, so drop Christopher with him, otherwise Chris will be dripping wet along the way. And there is another reason to thank God for too. Flora aka Shan Shan called to ask if i was going to church, which i refused, another thing to thank God for. Along the way just entering KK my back tyre went flat. Thank God, thank God, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th October 2008 : It has been raining cow's and goats since yesterday. Kaisen aka Noel had to fetch me to church since my bike had to be left at Tong Hin in KK. Along the way, passing the floating mosque, we had a signal from a passing van about something to do with our back tyre. I thought that the gas cover was open, but since he was like pointing rather franticly to the back, we stop and check it out. Hah! and his back tyre was flat and the tyre was cracking. Sadly the spare was flat too. So with the flat tyre we drove to the nearest shell station and pump it up. Had to pray that the spare was not punched as well, and thankfully, praise God, it was fine and well. We actually changed to the spare then drove to the station. Which was something Noel (since i'm not much of a car driver) realize was something wrong to do. But thank God that it did not punch along the way. Reach church in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it does makes me wonder if punctured tyres was part of my charm. Haha!! But i think it is much more of coincidence and an trial to test what is my reaction towards bad events. Afterall, for both events, i was playing up on stage for the worship team, which being gloomy is not an option. But in the Bible we are taught to be thankful at all times, even through the tough and perilous times. Rather impossible, but thinking again, it is really not. It is a choice we make. Do we want to stay and mop ourselves with all the bad things happening, or just be optimistic and think of all the good that came out from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can think of a friend that now is going through a hard time. Even tho those times, i can see some of the good things that could happen, if only she choose to do as those feelings come by. She can get closer to her mother, be more kindly affectionate towards her mom, and be thankful that even tho it is hard to make her mother worry about her, she knows that her family is always there for her, even when the world is upside down. She can spend more time with God, since she has more time for herself. Pray more and if the chance comes, read the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign Out. In conclusion, thank God in everything. Its may seem impossible, but  if we really want to,  the impossible is possible. Afterall, nothing is impossible with God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-866459126193335471?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/866459126193335471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=866459126193335471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/866459126193335471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/866459126193335471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/10/be-thankful-in-all-things.html' title='Be thankful in all things'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-657416922304407474</id><published>2008-10-25T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:58:22.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heeeyyyy</title><content type='html'>hey..&lt;br /&gt;updating on the behalf of david a.k.a chi yee...&lt;br /&gt;he said he doesnt have time to update his blog&lt;br /&gt;*nonsense*&lt;br /&gt;he is online...but errr...wat he does i have no idea...&lt;br /&gt;he did say his blog is dead...&lt;br /&gt;but hmmm....that makes me wonder...isit really dead or not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oppppssss&lt;br /&gt;i better not talk anymore nonsense...&lt;br /&gt;or else he will slice me into pieces...&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s david : i didnt post any rubbish here...but if u still don update as soon as possible i will post rubbish here....hahahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;*signing off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;nights everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-657416922304407474?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/657416922304407474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=657416922304407474&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/657416922304407474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/657416922304407474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/10/heeeyyyy.html' title='heeeyyyy'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-1846777535365668213</id><published>2008-09-22T09:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:56:22.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new book...</title><content type='html'>Oh no... It was like only 2 weeks ago? My tyre was flat... and last saturday... it is flat again... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bought the book 'Give me 40 days' that my mother recomended me. Cool~ It is a devotional and journal in one that teaches or more like makes you allocate a time to devote to prayer. I have nothing much to say about it for now. But it is going to take really some commitment to read this book, since most of my classes starts at 8... Thankfully todays class has finished teaching, for GOOD!!. Wohoo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-1846777535365668213?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/1846777535365668213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=1846777535365668213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/1846777535365668213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/1846777535365668213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-book.html' title='A new book...'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-6695705894505057276</id><published>2008-09-16T00:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T00:28:49.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's mercy and grace.</title><content type='html'>Gosh~ Weird things are happening. But in all the weirdness, I can still see the hand of God at work, even tho i am not keeping up with the times. God's mercy and grace is abundant throught the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To many things are spoiling and disappearing at the same time. But at this moment also I have been slacking lots of my time. It even takes efford to blog this out. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just only last week, both my tyres went flat. My handphone's back light is out. Feeling extra fatigue. Things have gone missing. Sigh~ God, please return those things back to me.. Pretty please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But otherwise, things are good. I did my oral close to flawless, tho the we mixed up the lines of the actual script, but if you did not look at it, you would think that it was done on purpose. Pity that out lecturer stoped us to correct our mistakes. Actually it was a good thing. Or else my partner would be wondering why our script was cut short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been working wonders in my life too. For once i could live with RM20 this week. AMAZING!! It was hard, but worth the sacrifice. I cannot keep owing myself with each following month. It is going to be very pain. Have use total wisdom and discretion. I'm praying for that. And a time where i can go for a jog too. I haven for a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ *** ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proverbs 23:15-18&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My son, if your heart is wise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart will rejoice - indeed, I myself;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, my inmost being will rejoice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When your lips speak right things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do not let your heart envy sinners,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But be zealous for the fear of the LORD all the day;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For surely there is a hereafter;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And your hope will not be cut off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-6695705894505057276?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/6695705894505057276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=6695705894505057276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/6695705894505057276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/6695705894505057276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/09/gods-mercy-and-grace.html' title='God&apos;s mercy and grace.'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-3523200966613613791</id><published>2008-08-21T15:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T16:09:27.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnt!</title><content type='html'>I'm partially fried and am walking around partially tired.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm still up and kicking. Have a slight difficulty carrying my bag tho. Otherwise it is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had my satiafying time swimming the whole day at pulau mamuntik after wanting to swim for the past week. But as a result is a terribly burnt back, from the shoulders to the thighs. Ouch! Saw schools colourful fishes, sea cucumbers, planktons (if you could see them, like dust in the water.... actually i'm not sure if it is sand or planktons... hmn...), and corals... which most looked brown. Am wondering why it looked so brown. It was a rather sad sight really even tho it was a wonderful experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea~ An update on PiP cards. My family has checked out the grammar and the actual proper words that should be used. So here is the updated version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/et_kablunk/?action=view&amp;amp;current=backcardrev1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/et_kablunk/backcardrev1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/et_kablunk/?action=view&amp;amp;current=frontcardrev1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/et_kablunk/frontcardrev1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-3523200966613613791?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/3523200966613613791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=3523200966613613791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3523200966613613791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3523200966613613791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/08/burnt.html' title='Burnt!'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-8274972682576860506</id><published>2008-08-16T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T15:07:40.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>Sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i receive an email from the CF ex president of 07. Encouraging. It is about making choices. What you actually want to do. To take the positive choice or the negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i want to be happy. Not sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be caring. Not grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the best scorer, and i will do my best. Not an average scorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do everything with joy, not stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you choose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-8274972682576860506?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/8274972682576860506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=8274972682576860506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/8274972682576860506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/8274972682576860506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/08/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-8677353969057893448</id><published>2008-08-14T16:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:07:47.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Partners-in-prayer (PiP)</title><content type='html'>How many do believe in revivals? Well i do. And i believe that one is just around the corner. Especially for UMS. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day was praying for revival in UMS. It was just birth out of a desire to see something happen. I didn't really know why i prayed it. But a week after that day I am convinced that something is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea came to be as i was doing my daily devotion. A 5 second prayer card to be distributed. I call it Partners-in-Prayer (PiP). I actually do wonder if this idea is out there already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this for? Well, the basic idea is to get people praying for the place that we are in, as for me it is to be here in UMS, therefore i would have to pray for UMS. So whenever we meet another Christian, or Partner just have to stop for a few seconds, pray the totally short prayer ob the card, and dismissed. A touch-n-go system to simply put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i have designed as a result of this plan/activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/et_kablunk/?action=view&amp;amp;current=backcard.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/et_kablunk/backcard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/et_kablunk/?action=view&amp;amp;current=frontcard.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/et_kablunk/frontcard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want a copy  just give me your email and i will send a copy of the pdf/ai file to you. Give me sometime to send it tho. My connection is pretty bad here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-8677353969057893448?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/8677353969057893448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=8677353969057893448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/8677353969057893448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/8677353969057893448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/08/partners-in-prayer-pip.html' title='Partners-in-prayer (PiP)'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-7119764602234919976</id><published>2008-07-25T12:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T12:31:19.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our God Reigns - Delirious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Text"&gt;40 million babies lost to Gods great orphanage,&lt;br /&gt;It's a modern day genocide and a modern day disgrace&lt;br /&gt;If this is a human right then why aren't we free?&lt;br /&gt;The only freedom we have is in a man nailed to a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 million faces, staring at the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if this HIV will ever pass us by.&lt;br /&gt;The devil stole the rain and hope trickles down the plug,&lt;br /&gt;But still my Chinese take away could pay for someone's drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our God reigns, Our God reigns,&lt;br /&gt;Forever your kingdom reigns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The west has found a gun and it's loaded with 'unsure'&lt;br /&gt;Nip and tuck if you have the bucks in a race to find a cure.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm one hundred and thirty nine is the conscience to our selfish crime,&lt;br /&gt;God didn't screw up when he made you,&lt;br /&gt;He's a father who loves to parade you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes he reigns, yes you reign, yes you reign,&lt;br /&gt;For there is only one true God,&lt;br /&gt;But we've lost the reins on this world,&lt;br /&gt;Forgive us all, forgive us please,&lt;br /&gt;As we fight for this broken world on our knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-7119764602234919976?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/7119764602234919976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=7119764602234919976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/7119764602234919976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/7119764602234919976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-god-reigns-delirious.html' title='Our God Reigns - Delirious?'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-1255861899099656424</id><published>2008-07-01T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T17:02:24.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Sabah... AGAIN@!!!</title><content type='html'>Hiya!!! I have reach sabah already. Not half as bad as i expected it will be. For one my friends is really cosy... Am half wishing to live here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way here was slightly a terror ride. Waking up, half concious, for a moment i thought that i woke up in heaven in the plane. Outside, besides the wing of the plane (that is why i said in the plane) was totally white, like walking through smoke, just it is purely white. But too bad. I am alive and well, or else i won't be writing this post. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that many juniors as i expected. I didn't expect anything in the first place. Din't look out for the pretty ones yet. Will soon do. Hehe~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-1255861899099656424?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/1255861899099656424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=1255861899099656424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/1255861899099656424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/1255861899099656424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-sabah-again.html' title='In Sabah... AGAIN@!!!'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-246122270059446000</id><published>2008-06-10T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:48:38.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting the sky!!</title><content type='html'>It is not a metaphoric term. I am literally painting the sky in my room. And it's hard work!! Dead tired now... Sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-246122270059446000?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/246122270059446000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=246122270059446000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/246122270059446000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/246122270059446000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/06/painting-sky.html' title='Painting the sky!!'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-2317947803006134516</id><published>2008-06-09T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:18:37.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The room~</title><content type='html'>Well... it is not finished yet... as now we are in the process of preparation for the decoration of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The base paint is on. I've finished the stripes. So now thats left is the main picture and my lil picture for my part of the wall. (And i believe you don't have a single idea what i am talking about. It's alright)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am cutting stencils. What are they? Thick transparencies as your template for the pictures to be painted on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting stencils are hard work i can tell you... Not to much strength, not too little. If too much, you cut way through the pastic. To little, you are cutting nothing at all. And the curves are crazy!! Especially those small curves which are just a few centimeters small... But the final work is very satisfying and i'm kinda addicted to it, as long as i get enough rest. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day everyone, i too deeply desire sleep and tomorrow probably would be painting the sky. I really want it to be a really beautiful room, afterall it is my moms room. Then will be hibernation for me. I don't think i will end up doing my room at all... But we will see about that. Hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-2317947803006134516?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/2317947803006134516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=2317947803006134516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/2317947803006134516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/2317947803006134516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/06/room.html' title='The room~'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-5329195693948630778</id><published>2008-06-05T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:53:12.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House painting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/SEfgCPnbWSI/AAAAAAAAADM/up2AS1amMF8/s1600-h/DSC00707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208377823233530146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/SEfgCPnbWSI/AAAAAAAAADM/up2AS1amMF8/s320/DSC00707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/SEffds_9p3I/AAAAAAAAADE/tV18T00upDU/s1600-h/DSC00706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208377195465910130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/SEffds_9p3I/AAAAAAAAADE/tV18T00upDU/s320/DSC00706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today just started the room painting project for my mothers room. As you can c, it is a slight lime-yellow colour. The white one is the before it was painted. Wanted to make it somewhat artistic. Have given my sister to work on the biggest wall wherelse i claimed the other smaller ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A 3 day project... Hope to be able to finish it by this week. It is a target to achive on perfect and fast work and also is because my god-brother is coming back and his sister is coming back to stay in the house again. Will be updating on tomorrows progress. At least i am doin something am i not? Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-5329195693948630778?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/5329195693948630778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=5329195693948630778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/5329195693948630778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/5329195693948630778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/06/house-painting.html' title='House painting'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/SEfgCPnbWSI/AAAAAAAAADM/up2AS1amMF8/s72-c/DSC00707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-2573739260414803100</id><published>2008-05-28T13:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T13:32:31.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results... Sigh~</title><content type='html'>KEPUTUSAN PEPERIKSAAN AKHIR SESI 2-2007/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAMA PELAJAR :CHEAH CHI YEE (870103025489)&lt;br /&gt;NO. PELAJAR :BS07110448&lt;br /&gt;SEKOLAH :SEKOLAH SAINS DAN TEKNOLOGI&lt;br /&gt;PROGRAM :HS22&lt;br /&gt;SESI PENGAJIAN :2-2007/2008&lt;br /&gt;TAHUN / SEM :1/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bil    Kod Kursus  Nama Kursus                                                                     Gred&lt;br /&gt; 1       SF1043       ELEKTRONIK ASAS                                                          A&lt;br /&gt; 2       US7222      PENGHANTAR KEPADA KEUSAHAWANAN               A-&lt;br /&gt; 3       ST2052      PENGATURCARAAN KOMPUTER DAN SIMULASI  A-&lt;br /&gt; 4       UF1103      TAMADUN ISLAM DAN ASIA                                         B+&lt;br /&gt; 5       UF3092      BAHASA MANDARIN TAHAP II                                     B+&lt;br /&gt; 6       ST2063      PENGATURCARAAN PAKEJ STATISTIK                     B+&lt;br /&gt; 7       SF1063       OPTIK DAN FIZIK MODEN                                             B-&lt;br /&gt; 8       UT9032     PENGENALAN KEPADA GEOLOGI                                B-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Side Story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would one consider what actually detroys a persons life? I actually wonder what can be actually done with all the 'boredom' and 'free time' during the holidays besides going for a holiday, shoping all day, etc... What do you think? I'm not sure... What is it to live a purposeful life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-2573739260414803100?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/2573739260414803100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=2573739260414803100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/2573739260414803100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/2573739260414803100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/05/results-sigh.html' title='Results... Sigh~'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-3030622944596294276</id><published>2008-05-28T11:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T11:59:00.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'She Walks in Beauty'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;She walks in beauty, like the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of cloudless climes and starry skies;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all that's best of dark and bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meet in her aspect and her eyes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thus mellow'd to that tender light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which heaven to gaudy day denies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One shade the more, one ray the less,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had half impair'd the nameless grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which waves in every raven trees,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or softly lightens o'er her face;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where thoughts serenely sweet express&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And on that cheek, and 'er brow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The smiles that win, the tints that glow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But tell of days in goodness spent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A mind at peace with all below, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A heart whose love is innocent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Byron&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-3030622944596294276?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/3030622944596294276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=3030622944596294276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3030622944596294276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3030622944596294276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/05/she-walks-in-beauty.html' title='&apos;She Walks in Beauty&apos;'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-3277554981923338379</id><published>2008-05-27T14:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:22:51.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Weeks At Home~</title><content type='html'>Home sweet home... Thats what people like to say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very nice place to recuperate after a long semester (but comparitively, it is shorter than the last sem), and tiring one too. Away from all the bust and irritations of uni life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is making me drowsy... Beta go carefor now... Have to buy eggs... Come to think of it, none of my uni friends know that i have a blog. Haha!! Good then. I can gossip all i want about them Muahahaha!! But i don't do much of that... One reason is that i'm not interested. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaoz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-3277554981923338379?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/3277554981923338379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=3277554981923338379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3277554981923338379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3277554981923338379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/05/2-weeks-at-home.html' title='2 Weeks At Home~'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-5109118494158957660</id><published>2008-05-27T12:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T13:16:37.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Critical Error!!!</title><content type='html'>This is bad... How could they do such an error...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/SDuSaGJ2OoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/sJnTnBtF1eI/s1600-h/DSC00683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204914771382909570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/SDuSaGJ2OoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/sJnTnBtF1eI/s320/DSC00683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-5109118494158957660?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/5109118494158957660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=5109118494158957660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/5109118494158957660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/5109118494158957660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/05/critical-error.html' title='Critical Error!!!'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/SDuSaGJ2OoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/sJnTnBtF1eI/s72-c/DSC00683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-6451925460682941105</id><published>2008-05-27T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T01:50:38.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to pass time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/SDr4XmJ2OnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4ipSlSe_sw0/s1600-h/Wallpaper+(mine).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204745403642559090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/SDr4XmJ2OnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4ipSlSe_sw0/s320/Wallpaper+(mine).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-6451925460682941105?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/6451925460682941105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=6451925460682941105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/6451925460682941105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/6451925460682941105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/05/something-to-pass-time.html' title='Something to pass time...'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/SDr4XmJ2OnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4ipSlSe_sw0/s72-c/Wallpaper+(mine).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-2870849295545797700</id><published>2008-05-22T18:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:04:52.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid Fight!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.howmanyfiveyearoldscouldyoutakeinafight.com/" style="display: block; background: url(http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/fight5.jpg) no-repeat; width: 296px; height: 84px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 42px; color: #fff; text-decoration: none; text-align: center; padding-top: 145px;"&gt;22&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Created by OnePlusYou - &lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com"&gt;Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-2870849295545797700?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/2870849295545797700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=2870849295545797700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/2870849295545797700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/2870849295545797700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/05/kid-fight.html' title='Kid Fight!!'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-8441988969369147396</id><published>2008-05-22T17:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T17:56:43.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences to Steven Curtis Chapman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/SDU9jWJ2OmI/AAAAAAAAACs/jnPdZGSQrIU/s1600-h/thismoment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203132621948074594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/SDU9jWJ2OmI/AAAAAAAAACs/jnPdZGSQrIU/s320/thismoment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Condolences to Steven Curtis Chapman over the tragic accident that happen to his daughter. A totally unexpected accident that nobody could be and should be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such a shame that people still want to fight over the fact of the existence of God even at such an event such as this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even with this I do not believe that Steven will deny that God does not exist. It is written in all of his songs, he acts it out, he speaks of it, and his family shines that the fact that God exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I pray that you will uphold Mr Steven Curtis through this in emotion and family bonds. God bless you Steven. It is wonderful none the less to know that your daughter is in heaven with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Due to this only i get to know this song... hope you like it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EfxL0S-7yVo&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EfxL0S-7yVo&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cinderella&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spins and she sways to whatever song plays,&lt;br /&gt;Without a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sittin' here wearin' the weight of the world on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long day and there's still work to do,&lt;br /&gt;She's pulling at me saying "Dad I need you!&lt;br /&gt;There's a ball at the castle and I've been invited and I need to practice my dancin'"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh please, daddy, please!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;While she is here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know something the prince never knew&lt;br /&gt;Oh I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss even one song,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz all to soon the clock will strike midnight&lt;br /&gt;And she'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says he's a nice guy and I'd be impressed&lt;br /&gt;She wants to know if I'd approve of a dress&lt;br /&gt;She says "Dad, the prom is just one week away,&lt;br /&gt;And I need to practice my dancin'"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh please, daddy, please!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;While she is here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know something the prince never knew&lt;br /&gt;Ohh-oh ohh-oh, I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss even one song,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz all to soon the clock will strike midnight&lt;br /&gt;And she'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;She will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she came home today&lt;br /&gt;With a ring on her hand&lt;br /&gt;Just glowin' and tellin' us all they had planned&lt;br /&gt;She says "Dad, the wedding's due six months away&lt;br /&gt;And I need to practice my dancin'"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh please, daddy please!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;While she is here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know something the prince never knew&lt;br /&gt;Ohh-oh ohh-oh, I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss even one song, (even one song)&lt;br /&gt;Cuz all to soon the clock will strike midnight&lt;br /&gt;And she'll be gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-8441988969369147396?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/8441988969369147396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=8441988969369147396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/8441988969369147396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/8441988969369147396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/05/condolences-to-steven-curtis-chapman.html' title='Condolences to Steven Curtis Chapman'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/SDU9jWJ2OmI/AAAAAAAAACs/jnPdZGSQrIU/s72-c/thismoment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-2868132334699243421</id><published>2008-04-12T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T16:04:58.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robby's night - a true story</title><content type='html'>Regards once again to Doh for sending this email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another of those stories that has been around, but it is a story of courage and hope that is seldom seen, and therefore it is worth reading again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robby's Night TrueStory -- Worth Reading !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name is Mildred Hondorf. I am a former elementary school music teacher from Des Moines , Iowa .. I've always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons-something I've done for over 30 years. Over the years I found that children have many levels of musical ability. I've never had the pleasure of having a prodigy though I have taught some talented students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I've also had my share of what I call 'musically challenged' pupils. One such student was Robby. Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single Mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys)! begin at an earlier age, w hich I explained to Robby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Robby said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano. So I took him as a student. Well, Robby began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, 'My mom's going to hear me play someday.' But it seemed hopeless. He just did not have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day Robby stopped coming to our lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about calling him but assumed because of his lack of abilit y, that he had decided to pursue something else. I also was glad that he stopped coming. He was a bad advertisement for my teaching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on the upcoming recital. To my surprise Robby (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify. He said that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing 'Miss Hondorf I've just got to play!' he insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital. Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it would be all right. The night for the recital came. The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives. I put Robby up last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece.. I thought that any damage he would do would come at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my 'curtain closer.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the recital went off without a hitch. The students had been practicing and it showed. Then Robby came up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an eggbeater through it. 'Why didn't he dress up like the other students?' I thought. 'Why didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robby pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C Major. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo. From allegro to virtuoso. His suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played so well by people his age. After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby in joy. 'I've never heard you play like that Robby! How'd you do it? ' Through the microphone Robby explained: 'Well Miss Hondorf. Remember I told you my Mom was sick? Well, actually she had cancer and passed away this morning And well . . . She was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster care, noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy and I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I've never had a prodigy but that night I became a prodigy. . . Of Robby's. He was the teacher and I was the pupil for it is he that taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself and maybe even taking a chance in someone and you don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robby was killed in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April of 1995 And now, a footnote to the story. If you are thinking about forwarding this message, you are probably thinking about which people on your address list aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of m essage. The person who sent this to you believes that we can all make a difference.. So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we act with compassion or do we pass up that opportunity and leave the world a b it colder in the process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading this. May God bless you today, tomorrow and always*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God didn't have a purposes for us. We wouldn't be here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-2868132334699243421?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/2868132334699243421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=2868132334699243421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/2868132334699243421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/2868132334699243421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/04/robbys-night-true-story.html' title='Robby&apos;s night - a true story'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-2141617425404280280</id><published>2008-04-12T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T13:14:02.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To family</title><content type='html'>Eh... I din know that you all also come to my blog oso... Anyway.. wat is lilian's one already. I've lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write down what btw?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-2141617425404280280?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/2141617425404280280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=2141617425404280280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/2141617425404280280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/2141617425404280280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-family.html' title='To family'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-791506147389926027</id><published>2008-03-27T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:45:45.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back home?</title><content type='html'>~Silent night, very silent night~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have been happening back in kl? How are you all back there in kl? Or actually, are you in kl anymore? I wonder. So many are moving out of malaysia in such a short period of time. Sigh~ News back home have been silent. Things have been busy for me too... and now i'm slacking for too long. Ahh... Should not worry about that so much. But seriously, what is happening back in home?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-791506147389926027?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/791506147389926027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=791506147389926027&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/791506147389926027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/791506147389926027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-home.html' title='back home?'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-4353208176995885254</id><published>2008-03-25T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T15:54:27.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplation of a tutors lament</title><content type='html'>How would you feel when once say you feel so happy, but when you just exit your room of your house, and you are invited with silent moody faces of your family, at school your friends look as if they have eated the most sourest kind of food ever known to man, and everybody else is acts as if dreaded with the death of someone close to their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda being extream here. But i can't imagine how that would be. For me it is hard to stay happy for one, and most likely i would be affected by such surroundings. Actually, i might have killed someone, even myself if i ever lived in such a world. Thank God that He made us all special with different experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna give another illustration. Today is a ball, a grand dinner togather with friends. You wore your finest suit or dress to fit the occasion and put tons of make-up and purposely went to the saloon and done your hair. But when you got there, nobody took notice of how look, not even a glimps. I would totally feel fustrated and storm out of that place. What suckers, where i dress to grab the attention and you didn't took notice of me. Actually if only a few glimps from people, i would still get fustrated, cause there was not a comment from anybody. I would feel so sad, and down, and down right fustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My examples above might not totally equate with the point i'm trying to get at. But i just talked with my fustrated tuitor, and note: he is the best of the best there is in UMS, and one of the key things he desires is response from the students and not blur, dullating face. I did once voiced out my fustration to him concerning my coursemates (and i am not goin to do any of that here), and what strike me was 'Now i understand how you feel.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i was fustrated with my coursemates, but i never really knew why i was fustrated until me made that comment. To my understanding of my tuitor, he is one of high standards who wants to make sure that his students do well, and makes sure they do well, to the far extend recalling your attention back to the topic of discussion once the students float off. That what really calls my respect for him, especially when he really 'waste' alot of his time on us making sure we understand and alot of repetition if we forgot something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-4353208176995885254?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/4353208176995885254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=4353208176995885254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/4353208176995885254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/4353208176995885254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/03/contemplation-of-tutors-lament.html' title='Contemplation of a tutors lament'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-3214469327519487268</id><published>2008-03-24T17:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T17:17:22.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PASSION IS COMING TO KL!!!</title><content type='html'>PASSION MOVEMENT IS COMING TO TOWN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS TOMLIN IS COMING TO TOWN!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOUIE GIGLIO IS COMING TO TOWN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAVE YOUR MONEY!!! AND LETS ROCK THE WHOLE HOUSE DOWN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.268generation.com/worldtour/"&gt;http://www.268generation.com/worldtour/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASSION KUALA LUMPUR is a gathering for UNIVERSITY-AGED young people throughout Malaysia and South-east Asia. Believing in the university moment, and what God longs to do in this strategic window of time, the entire event will focus on the bigness of God, calling students to PRAYER, WORSHIP and ACTION, and a Story so much bigger than their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heartbeat of PASSION KUALA LUMPUR is to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENCOURAGE the CHURCH&lt;br /&gt;Foster UNITY among those who love JESUS&lt;br /&gt;Spark VISION for the UNIVERSITIES of Kuala Lumpur and the nation&lt;br /&gt;Tell the STORY of REDEMPTION in compelling ways&lt;br /&gt;INSPIRE students to EMBRACE their part in God's global plan for the NATIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Why the World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding in Christ all we need, and spending our lives to make Him famous in this generation... that's what The Passion Movement is all about and what has attracted hundreds of thousands of university aged young people to Passion gatherings over the past eleven years. Passion is more than an event. Passion is a movement made up of young people who have abandoned the idea of living simply for themselves and are daily giving everything so the world can see Jesus more clearly. Passion is about the glory of God, inspiring a wave of students to taste and see that He is good and to do something now to change the world in Jesus' name.We've discovered that every major city in the world is a university town, most home to hundreds of thousands, and in some cases millions of students.  So, Passion is off on a crazy journey to the cities of the world in 2008, uniting university students around the globe in a story so much bigger than our own.   Click on the city nearest you and join the movement for His renown!"Yes Lord, walking in the way of Your truth we wait eagerly for You, for Your name and renown are the desire of our souls."   Isaiah 26:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ 268 DeclarationDownload 268 Declaration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Lord, walking in the way of Your Truth,we wait eagerly for You,for Your name and Your renownare the desire of our souls."Isaiah 26:8 I desire that my life be a part of a generation that livesfor the glory of Your name. (Psalm 86:11-12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desire is reflected by the following statements and prayers:Because I was created by God and for His glory, I will magnify Him as I respond to His great love. My desire is to make knowing and enjoying God the passionate pursuit of my life. [God, give me a desire for You like the desire that You have for me.]Colossians 1:16-18, John 17:3, Revelation 3:20, Philippians 3:7-10, Jeremiah 9:23-24, Psalm 73:25-28, Psalm 16:11, Isaiah 43:7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Christ established the Church for God's glory, I desire to magnify God as I use the gifts He has given me to serve and build up the local church. I will pray for continued renewal in my church through the work and power of the Holy Spirit. [God, renew in me a love for Your Church, the Body of Christ.]Ephesians 3:20,21, 4:1-13, 5:25-27, Hebrews 10:23-25, Acts 2:41-47 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because God is glorified greatly when believers love each other, I desire to magnify Him as I humbly yield to and pray towards unity among all Christians on my campus. [God, give me a desire to lift up Your name above all other names.]John 17:20-26, John 13:34-35, 1 Corinthians 3, Psalm 133:1, Colossians 3:12-17 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because many on my campus are hopelessly separated from God, I desire to magnify Him by sharing the life and love of Jesus where I live. As I share, I will earnestly pray for revival on my campus and in my world. [God, break my heart for those with whom I live.]Romans 10:11-15, Isaiah 6:1-8, 62:6-7, Matthew 5:13-16, 1 Peter 2:9-12, Philippians 2:12-16, 1 John 5:14-15 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because God is seeking worshipers of all peoples, I desire to magnify Him among the nations. I actively commit my life and energy to participation in His global purposes in my generation. [God, kindle in me the desire to go anywhere, at anytime, at any cost, to do anything to proclaim the Gospel of Jesus Christ.]Psalm 86:9, 2 Corinthians 5:18-21, Isaiah 49:6, Revelation 5:9-14, Matthew 28:18-20, Psalm 67, Acts 1:8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-3214469327519487268?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/3214469327519487268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=3214469327519487268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3214469327519487268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3214469327519487268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/03/passion-is-coming-to-kl.html' title='PASSION IS COMING TO KL!!!'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-8958023978519797904</id><published>2008-03-24T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T16:41:06.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kundasang... Worship retreat. Total heaven</title><content type='html'>NEWS: many of you know that i got a 3.5 CGPA for my STPM right? Who would guess that my junior would get the same as me. I'm so honoured to have such a junior. She would have gotten beta, you may say that, but i believe that she has done her best. Wahhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been two days since i came back from kundasang. Such a heavenly place. For that short moment there i literally forgot all about my university life, and all the assignments and problems in life. It is really heavenly with the cool chill and the cloudy sky. Like in heaven. Let you see some pics. which unfortunately i cannot upload due to the bad wiFi connection here in UMS. Sigh~ go to my msn space and see lah k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-8958023978519797904?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/8958023978519797904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=8958023978519797904&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/8958023978519797904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/8958023978519797904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/03/kundasang-worship-retreat-total-heaven.html' title='Kundasang... Worship retreat. Total heaven'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-3819030155165755251</id><published>2008-03-03T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T16:17:49.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One was lost, but now found!!</title><content type='html'>Halleluyah!!! I'm so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer has been answered! You see, I lost my ring. Yea~ the gold one on a silver chain. It has been found!!! YAY!!! YAHOO!!! Still not with me yet, and have to wait for another 3 months before i will reunite with my ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was it i hear you ask? In sarawak. It seems like i clumsily misplace my ring in church in Hope Sarawak UNIMAS campus. Ohh... Thank God that it is found again. Weee~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-3819030155165755251?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/3819030155165755251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=3819030155165755251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3819030155165755251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3819030155165755251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-was-lost-but-now-found.html' title='One was lost, but now found!!'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-2660346722992126612</id><published>2008-02-19T16:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T16:52:25.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission trip to timbua.</title><content type='html'>Timbua~ 3 hours from KK to Ranau and another hour to Timbua far deep within the village area. Seriously a nice place with wonderful people. It is peaceful, in nature itself and... village like. It does have toilet facilities and electric which runs on a generator brought by a church member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started packing i thought that we were goin to hike alittle bit into the forest area in order to reach the village. But it is not as ulu as i thought it was. There was a clear path leading to that village. In fact there is 2 paths leading to that village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to ranau was like the road leading up to cameron highlands, winding here, winding there. Got kinda dizzy nearing ranau. From ranau to Timbua is where things got exciting, and tiring for our driver ps clarence. (Poor thing). A well driven road with plenty of pot holes randomly distributed across the road, making it impossible to avoid. The whole trip was "ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-", bumpity-bum, bing bang "ga-ga-ga-ga", adding with plenty of head-banging and bumping bodies. It was a good thing that i sat in front in the passengers seat or else i would have a brused head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were actually an hour late cause:&lt;br /&gt;       1. We took the wrong turning.&lt;br /&gt;       2. The bridge was down. We had to take a detour, thankfully not a long one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because of the broken bridge that night activity was cancled because the church members, all secondary school students, wewe on the other side of the bridge from the area. The drivers (i was not one of them) had to fetch them from school to church early the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had worship, then preaching by the ps clarence, the praticum activity with them, where we tought them origami, how to burn money without burning it, first-aid, and why we forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure had a hard time mixing around realy. My bm sucks~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 bad thing. So happen the pipes to the kampung was broken. Sigh~ So we din have water to bathe and brush teeth. I was actually lazy. Hehe~ The only available water was a small tank outside the church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, half dead to be told that my block also do not have water. So i didn't brush teeth for 2 days. Huhu~ Bad breath. :P But i got bathe la when i came back. Went to the next block or else my face will be all pimply adi. The sad thing was that for 2 days my block didn't have any water. T_T but i brush the next day, searching floor by floor for a usable bathroom and also had to wash my clothes on another floor. Sigh~ Was tricked to think that there was water and suddenly the water cut! And i put in the soad already. So had to was in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i clean? Yah!! I did bathe this morning! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stil have the mosqutoe bites on my arms and legs. And they are so itchy and swollen. I wonder what type of mosqutoes are they. So long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-2660346722992126612?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/2660346722992126612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=2660346722992126612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/2660346722992126612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/2660346722992126612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/02/mission-trip-to-timbua.html' title='Mission trip to timbua.'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-6405425429362192292</id><published>2008-02-12T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T13:01:59.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red dot</title><content type='html'>I was searching through google for images for 'red dot' after sustaining through one whole cycle of the 'don't press me' red dot on kee aun's blog. Just our of curiosity and also boredom from a lecture which i barely understood what was being said. Instead of another flash animation i met with this nice picture of gun equipment. Cool huh~! Look at what it is aiming at. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thevaultnation.com/Pictures/albums/DSM/1X_mag_with_Red_Dot_in_front_of_Millet_and_my_dog_posing_as_a_coyote.sized.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-6405425429362192292?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/6405425429362192292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=6405425429362192292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/6405425429362192292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/6405425429362192292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-was-searching-through-google-for.html' title='Red dot'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-3729836224643659956</id><published>2008-02-11T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T09:14:53.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY in Sandakan</title><content type='html'>Gosh~ a rather to quiet but a rather plesent new year. But not really to what i expect but none the less i can't ask for much now can I. I still wish i could go home.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Well, i didn't went back kl to celebrate new year. Y? Students are poor and you can't expect much out of a student can you that wants to live independently on the allowence given. No. My dad is not bad and it is not that he refuse to give me more money. They are always ready to add more really. But i can't take advantage of that now can i? I want to be able to say that i can manage my money wisely, which slowly i am getting better at it. But yet still it is kinda hard for a person like me to save. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I celebrated CNY at a totally different place all togather. Still in Sabah but not in KK. (THANKFULLY!!) SANDAKAN! MY short opinion about it? Not as urband as what i thought it was. But it is not as ulu as 'tree houses' everywhere. Haha~ NOTE 1: they don't have a shoping mall. Not one. They got a hyper market however. All togather was a really cheap trip. RM150 all togather exclusive of accomodation and minimal transport and food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in a friends, aunt's neighbours brothers house. Something really quite unexpected with the sudden offer. But i'm thankful but were alittle restricted however. Can't make much noise in the room. The first night was at a minimal but the owner complained that we were to noisy. (that is what i understood from all the chinese i heard from friends and simple translations, i dislike it. Sigh~) So the next 2 nights we were as quiet as mice when he was around, but stayed out of the house as much as possible. The last night 3 out of 5 stayed back and rented a hotel. Haha~ Cannot contain all the energy after 2 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, i didn't really enjoyed the whole trip. Partially is because i didn't really have somebody to actually hang out with. Next time remind me not to hang out with a group of chinese speaking people. They are nice, but i get bored because the main thing is, I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHATS HAPPENING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-3729836224643659956?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/3729836224643659956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=3729836224643659956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3729836224643659956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3729836224643659956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-in-sandakan.html' title='CNY in Sandakan'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-352677701902058242</id><published>2008-02-04T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T11:44:43.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2008</title><content type='html'>CNY 2008~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey~ Sorry that i cannot come back for CNY this year. The ticker is too expensive to buy for just one week. So i will be celebrating my new year in Sabah. Well. Today is the first day of the hols. So far so good. i have spent part of my day taking pictures of the uni compound part of the morning for my assignment and the other part of the day in font of the computer now. I'm content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already gotten my first ang pow. Hehe~ I guess it is good to take mandarin during this part of the year. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a substitute, tomorrow will be travelling to Sandakan. Hehe~ It would be interesting. I hope i dun get drunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-352677701902058242?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/352677701902058242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=352677701902058242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/352677701902058242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/352677701902058242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-2008.html' title='CNY 2008'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-8908671975034610427</id><published>2008-02-04T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T11:28:41.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A rather steam-less boat night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is it true that for CNY this year the chinese guys have to cut their hair short to get luck?! And on the eve of CNY to bathe in Pamelo tea? (Well i heard that it was water with pamelo leaves in it... That can be considered tea right?) And this year i was trying to see how long my hair can grow. Now my fringe is a few milimeters longer than Charlene's. Waaa~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever lah~ My hair is getting irritating anyway. And i can imagine my sister scolding me for 'flicking' my head to get the hair out ofmy face. That is a girls thing if i am not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last night, 2 of my chinese room mates and another friend prepared steamboat in the room, and gosh, it was better than i expected tho it was a very simple one. A rice pot sure can do miracles. I still wonder how do you fry chicken in it. Hmn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A rice pot, some seasoning, plenty of fish balls, meat balls sausages, chicken and pork meat, eggs and cresentenum tea and 100 plus to make the nite a rather roudy nite. 6 people all togather. And as deserts was cocktail, tawau watermelon and honeydew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry to say that i cannot give any pictures becuase for one, this computer is the libraries and two i haven't taken the picture from my friend because my camera was out of batt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Later played a very eww-ey disgusting game. Let me explain the game so that you get the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is kinda a dare game. First is picking an object to be consumed. Ours was a watermelon then later cocktail. Using poker cards, a card is delt to each person faced down. Each person then have to place the card on his forehead facing the card outwards. Which means that you know everybody elses cards except yours. With the left over ingredients (eg. soya sauce, sugar, salt, coffee mate, eggs... ughh...) a person puts 2 of any ingredients onto the object. The person with the smallest number will have to consume it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It sounds so mild here. It was really gross seriously. Especially when it reach the cocktail there the bigest numbetr shared it with the smallest. And fortunately for myself, I was saved from any of it. But it was fun. Haha~ The cocktail seriously din taste that bad. But it look... ugh~!!! !! !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are the ingredients of the cocktail: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;nata de coco, logan (that was the main content of the cocktail)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;casting sugar, salt, soya sauce, coffee mate, nearly a whole egg, honey,&lt;br /&gt;peanut butter, somekinda maggie seasoning (i think it was seseme oil... that was&lt;br /&gt;what i tasted in the soup) and whatever i missed out when i run away being&lt;br /&gt;grossed out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, it look totally disgusting. But i tried under a dare, and it din't tasted as bad as the 2 losers reacted. Probably it was because of the egg. But it actually tasted like soya sauce. (I remember putting an egg facial masked, and i felt like vomiting). Oh yeah~ i forgot to mention that they vomited, good thing not around the room. I would have suffered cleaning it all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The night concluded with the guys (except me) take a walk to the jetty at 11pm!!! Its crazy. But i would love to if i hadn't had all the work piled up for me to do which have to be submitted tomorrow. Sigh~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What was i doin that made me din go? I concluded the night mopping the floor, washing my clothes (i left in the water for 4 hours and it was starting to stink. Had to scrub it to get rid of the smell), and finish my homework for mandarin. The suprising part is, i was not the only one who din't finish the night before. Thank God that i manage to finish it yesterday. *grins*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-8908671975034610427?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/8908671975034610427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=8908671975034610427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/8908671975034610427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/8908671975034610427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/02/rather-steam-less-boat-night.html' title='A rather steam-less boat night'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-5231410919422170923</id><published>2008-01-25T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T12:05:42.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmn.... Different (A late post *4/1/08*)</title><content type='html'>I want to be home back in KL... It is so much nicer back there... in the sense of entertainment and relations there... for one main reason is that my family is there. Hehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is that Sabah this round is not half as bad as what i was actually expecting it to be when i return back here. It seems better really. But there is something which is i’m going to miss dearly which now cannot be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the last to reach the room. Kinda bad timing to really. Flew back on the 2nd, a day before my birthday. Then the next day have to do my registration for my courses already, sadly those places which my friends are in are fully booked. Wanted to take ‘an introduction to marine’ but that was full, i din know that so many people was interested in the life under the sea. Had to take something to do with chemistry. But at least i got a place... Thank God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had a not so suprising birthday party, uhh... well... they din admit that it was a party, so i will call it a reunion. Well, i guessed that it was for me. But the shocking part was the things that they asked me to do... I wanted it to be low profile you see, as most who knows me. But they hooted it around the cafe and i think the whole uni would have knew that it was my birthday if they did it any more louder. Truthfully, i’m very pleased. I wonder if i was blushing. Huhu... I am sorry that i had made them wait for dinner. All waited patiently for me.Felt bad.... Or at least they know how to make me feel guilty. T_T Hehe~~ Kidding.. kidding.. Had dinner at ip (indah permai) and later ABC which was actually a fruit bowl with plenty of shredded ice at the bottom bathed with plenty of condensed milk. Not much of a ABC... Would have prefered to drink the condensed milk with the fruit without the ice... That would nicer with for my taste buds. *grin* Then went back home... Really satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;And i’m suprised who many people whom remembered my birthday. Thank’s to all for your birthday wished. I would have thanked you all with an individual msg, but was running low on credit already. Sorry about that. Well i would like to thank Florance for personally calling me to wish me, my shepherd William who was the first person to wish me because he could not stay awake till 12. (HEHE!!!), Priscillia din know that you still remembered my birthday afta for such a long time din tegur you already, Emerlyn, my dear partner in celebration Yen Shing (we have the same birthday!!), Aunt Phebe and hubby William, Cherish Tan, Suzana which i don’t remember who are you... So sorry about that, Wayne a beloved brother whom just recently meet in the convention, my probably best friend now Wai Leong (well it has been a long time), Grace Ooi whom have receintly have never failed to wish me... If not you are dead!!, my lil sister Caren, my wife Kasthuri who is now in Indonesia futhering her studies.. Take care yeah, a close and loved friend Shing Yee, Grace Chu who have been upholding me throughout the whole form 6, my niece who is now very attracive Sheng Sheng, my fighting partner during the dirst few weeks in KBC Jiemi Hong, my two nieces in UMS Cui Wen whom have become more Japanese and Nicole whom have become more chubby (k lar cuter), all my Hope brother and sisters, Amelia, Jeniffer, Diana, Li-Shia, Christopher, Andrew, Kelvin, XueWei, Doh, Chay Shia, Adrian, and the rest whom i haven remembered... Sory... I have amnesia, my mother Charlene who was helping me with my course registration and varsity event updates but was a day late but none the less thank you for remembering, Ai Lee who amazingly remembered my birthday and my ic no? Haha~ And not to forget my family members My dad and mum, Liann, LiLian and Jonathan, Vincent, Ashley, Alison and Asaph for throwing the wonderful birthday party at home. Thanks mum for the shirt, and thanks dad for the multi-plier, i love it. Thanks to doh to for the basketball themed note book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful birthday. I will do my best for this semester. My main focus this round is my studies.&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, thank God for the wonderful birthday. I wish that my eyes will be focus on You. Keep my eyes away from worthless things and help me to focus especially on my studies. I cannot get another 2.75 again. And also keep me emotionally stable and healthy. Heal my hurt and pain. I’m goin to miss those times but keep my eyes focus. Thank You Lord for all You’ve done. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-5231410919422170923?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/5231410919422170923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=5231410919422170923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/5231410919422170923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/5231410919422170923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/01/hmmn-different-late-post-4108.html' title='Hmmn.... Different (A late post *4/1/08*)'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-161379157329505898</id><published>2008-01-05T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T13:14:12.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 grand finale</title><content type='html'>Wow~!! At last!! What the VC promised finally came through... After dunno how many donkey years of promising. Feel so sorry for the seniors who will be leaving by the middle of this year. At least they get to enjoy it for half a year right? Well, i would be slighty pissed off after 3 or 4 years of empty promises anyway. But hey, this things are not cheap and you still have to acknowledge that they finally did it!! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry got carried away there.I'm taking about the upgrade of the internet and computer system in the varsity. They now have wiFi for the whole campus and also installed 300 new hp pc's in the library. NO MORE WAITING!!! YEAH!!! But the wiFi system still got a little problem tho. I'm the only person in the room who can't use his own personal details to access the internet. BooHoo!! But what the heck! that will soon be over with right? And what more, we got can access the internet anywhere in the uni! Haven't really experiment with the line tho (i can't access for one thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a series of unfortunate events.&lt;br /&gt;well it was since the time in sarawak. I seem to have contracted amnesia to a futher worst degree since then. I lost my battery charger, and my ring (gosh.. i hope it is still in my friends house.) there. No i'm not married, but i will get into big trouble if my mom found out. Mummy... if you are reading this, sorrie... i'll search it asap. Then have been sick for the whole month especially throughout HUGE camp. Thank God i was not dead sick. But being tired throughout the whole day is bad enough. Thank God again for making me enjoy the last day to the max, and thus getting sick again the next day. Then i misplaced my handsfree and my Bible, my precious BIBLE is at home now!! ARRGGHHH!!! Well. at least it is in good hands. I left it in my sisters car when she went back to cyberjaya and left my handsfree in my brothers pouch. Highly my fault there. My clumps... I'm not bragging yeah. At least it is still around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A series of fortunate events.&lt;br /&gt;i have to thank my mum and my dad and my family or giving me the most wonderfull things i would ever get in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;For christmas (actually it was before christmas) i got a new handphone!! a SE W850i!! My first first-hand personal handphone!! WAA!!! Then my sisters gave me a pair of stylish Unionbay shoes! My dad bought a new guitar bag for my wife (it's a guitar, not kashuri), a pair of googles from my bro (he didn't even know why he gave those to me also... Maybe it is for diving!! hoho!! Then from the seah's and angpow (you don't need to know how much right?) and also from my grandmother, love ya in a special way ama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, the fortunate over shadows the unfortunate. Am at peace about it. And i don't want to have amnesia! I can't keep forgetting where i keep things and about peoples information. The end of the year is truely a blessed year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-161379157329505898?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/161379157329505898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=161379157329505898&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/161379157329505898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/161379157329505898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2008/01/2007-grand-finale.html' title='2007 grand finale'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-8448832999955146000</id><published>2007-12-25T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T15:48:26.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anybody would like to waltz?</title><content type='html'>Hmn... This will be one thing i have never told anyone. Neither do i intend to do now also. But i like this part of anastasia that i though i would like to post it up. Jz for my fancy. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YDIpG4iQjJA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YDIpG4iQjJA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-8448832999955146000?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/8448832999955146000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=8448832999955146000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/8448832999955146000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/8448832999955146000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/12/anybody-would-like-to-waltz.html' title='Anybody would like to waltz?'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-8217977208002760812</id><published>2007-12-21T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T18:07:23.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice radio station</title><content type='html'>heya~ this is a nice christmas radio station. I wonder if they still play even tho it is not christmas. Hmn... That will only know later. haha Check it out. Regards to my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://play.oneplace.com/Stream/wfhm/LiveStreamWMPNew.asp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-8217977208002760812?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/8217977208002760812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=8217977208002760812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/8217977208002760812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/8217977208002760812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/12/nice-radio-station.html' title='Nice radio station'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-1692982579506708741</id><published>2007-12-17T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T23:29:00.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Pre-Birthday</title><content type='html'>I'm goin to hypnotise you and bring you to the 4rd of Jan 2008. So now... you are getting sleepy~ ... very sleepy~ ... close your eyes... and on the count of 3 you will be in the 4rd of Jan 2008... 1... ... ... 2... ... ... 3 *snap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!! Well... that time i am suppose to be in Sabah, but never mind about that. Yesterday is the 3rd of Jan and it is my birthday!!! YAY!!! Not that i bother anyway. But what makes today special is that i'm celebrating my birthday with another fellow 3rd Jan baby too! Wow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i am goin to bring you to midvalley where we celebrated our birthday. Nothing prestegious or full of pomp. It really felt weird, but how could i care for such a thing at that moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i was a little late (it think in future my girlfriend is goin to kill me about this if i don't imporve sooner or later), met her waiting at the bridge at the entrance of MV. I guess i came to late, she said that wanted to see if she still reconise me or not. I haven't changed much lar missy shing. As usual of me, i was blur of what to do, so we walked around MV, droped into PetsWorld and look at the cats, rabbits, hammies, fishies, and doggies. I din't know they sell siberial huskys. Soo cute... Then from there we decided to watch a movie. Watch 'the generals' and i'm glad that i understood at least here and there abit of what they were saying of the show. I was wondering if i chose the wrong show or not. Hmn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afta the show we walked around and ended in yamaha where we tried most of the piano's, and the nice thing is that, there are no shop attendents to bother you. WOoHOO!! Looked at the guitars and other instruments (for me at least).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we went to buy the cake. Bought a black forest, dunno how many gram. But it was sure small and just nice for two babies, looking for a cake to celebrate togather. Had our celebration in domino's. We had to have the cake somewhere, and there was very little people that moment. Perfect to keep it from the attention of the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/R2aPIpBfNHI/AAAAAAAAACk/iNmscF-NxYU/s1600-h/DSC00056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144957002931188850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/R2aPIpBfNHI/AAAAAAAAACk/iNmscF-NxYU/s320/DSC00056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well... Here is the birthday girl. And tat is our cake. We sang the birthday song togather, then sang to each other, made a wish and blow each a candle. Had an interesting moment with the waitress who served our drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: uhh... could you please take our picture?&lt;br /&gt;W: Ok... whos birthday isit?&lt;br /&gt;We: Us!&lt;br /&gt;W: (looked shocked and suprised. I guess we forgot that it wasn't really our birthday, but we sure was into it to make it seems like our bday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went something like that. I'm not a good person at remembering details. :P Well i sure had a nice time, tho is was something really simple. Hope yenshing enjoyed her time too.&lt;br /&gt; Gotta sleep... So good nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-1692982579506708741?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/1692982579506708741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=1692982579506708741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/1692982579506708741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/1692982579506708741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-pre-birthday.html' title='Happy Pre-Birthday'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/R2aPIpBfNHI/AAAAAAAAACk/iNmscF-NxYU/s72-c/DSC00056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-6312182674350153595</id><published>2007-12-14T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T01:09:31.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>phase 1 complete... forgot to input phase 2 and phase 3... but both also complete. Muahaha!!! Finally i'm home to my cosy room with my cosy bed... ooo... ahh... to cosy... too... coo... sy... zzzz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-6312182674350153595?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/6312182674350153595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=6312182674350153595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/6312182674350153595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/6312182674350153595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/12/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-269836639742133703</id><published>2007-12-01T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T00:35:43.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phase 1 Complete</title><content type='html'>Phase 1 complete. Phase 2 initiated and comencing.&lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i am in sarawak already. Want to attend the Hope Malaysia National conference (MNC) which is year is in s'wak. It has changed a little since i last came here. Not even sure if i rememeber s'wak correctly. Haha~ but now it has more upcoming shoping malls, which is goin to make s'wak more interesting in future i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week here and then i will be flying back to kl. Which will complete phase 2. But phase 1 is sure a complicated one. Today i nearly slept the whole day adi. Tired la. Since touch down have been touring s'wak adi, followed by the next few days of more touring. Huhu. It is nice.  But sure tiring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-269836639742133703?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/269836639742133703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=269836639742133703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/269836639742133703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/269836639742133703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/12/phase-1-complete.html' title='Phase 1 Complete'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-7742481963334098776</id><published>2007-11-07T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T18:21:09.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Playing Again</title><content type='html'>Whohoo!!! I can’t believe it that I’m playing in a band again. Waaaa~ So nice to be able to play once again and enjoy the moments with my instrument. *menitiskan air mata* &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/RzGRLrPHvTI/AAAAAAAAACc/LpIvvb8rvw0/s1600-h/image014.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130041080322440498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/RzGRLrPHvTI/AAAAAAAAACc/LpIvvb8rvw0/s320/image014.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ulala! This Sunday is a combined service, that is english, mandarin and bm services combine, i don’t know what is the reason for the combine. Well it is still too early to play in the main service anyway and i told them, specificly my shepherd that my primary ministry i wanted to be involved is the missions department, and music as my secondary department. Why? I don’t know. But i want to know what the mission department do, and i can expand my music externally anyway on my own. There are always chances to have jamming sessions anyway. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;After that at 2pm there will be the new members class. Thats where i’m playing, and you may have already guessed, i’m playing the bass as usual. I did not take care of my fingers well the last few months and now my fingers are sore playing the bass. Seriously, it is ages since i touch the bass and what more i took a long leave from the guitar and only receintly the last few weeks i’ve only started to practise again. A good sign that the tip of my fingers are goin plateau again. Keke~ But i have to suffer again the pain of pressing the strings, not as bad as the first time i started, but still pain. But the amazing thing is that i can slide up and down the guitar without cutting my finger or up and down the bass without giving my fingers blisters. Talk about hardcore fingers. But my fingers have stiffen terribly. So hard to move my fingers to where i want it to go.&lt;br /&gt;Well here are a few comments about the church instruments here. I’m not complaining, after all it is best to be used to what we already have than to complain and not touch and wait for a better one right?&lt;br /&gt;The bass: fret board (i did not know that this is common) is bent, which means that the bass is beyond repair to my knowledge. The fretboard pickups are not functional as well as its volume, the tone knob is not working. Only the bridge pickup is working but i’m very sure that the electronics inside is oxidixed. The amp is the same as the one back in Kepong baptist. But for the mean time i don’t are to tweek the tone knobs.&lt;br /&gt;The guitar: frets are worn out. It is a electric guitar btw. Therefore the first 2 strings are unusable for the first 5 frets. Otherwise i do not know whats wrong with the guitar. To what i see (if i got the wiring correct) the guitar is not connected to an amp but a mixer. Which means that it is connected nearly directly to the PA system. It has a small simple effects pedal, which to my opinion is pratically useless there. If you set it to normal sound all the time what for wo... But can’t blame them. I think they don’t like distortion. So sad... I would have saved and bought one. Looks like i would have to get a delay first than a distortion. Hmmn...&lt;br /&gt;The drum: Weird... it has two riding cymbals, one already broken. The hi-hat is some what uhh... out of place... And the tom toms are kinda out of place. Not the regular setting that i’m used to play. But it varies from drummer to drummer. So i don’t have much power to comment to that.&lt;br /&gt;The Piano: IT’S A TOY!!! A more advance toy lar. Not that bad. It is put to a regular girls height, which means it is too low for me. And the player must play standing. Which is good. Hehe~ For me~ The keys are too soft (i can’t feel) and the stand is uhh... shaky. Probably i’m a rough player where i really bang around because when i see the other pianist play it does not shake as much as when i play it.&lt;br /&gt;You can say that i’m very particular to details. But it was sure hard to play the instruments. (i have never really play the guitar yet, so i’m not so sure about the guitar yet) But none the less it is fun to be once again jamming my heart out. Is there a change to jump around with the bass once again. This bass is light. Wooohooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-7742481963334098776?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/7742481963334098776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=7742481963334098776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/7742481963334098776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/7742481963334098776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-playing-again.html' title='I&apos;m Playing Again'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/RzGRLrPHvTI/AAAAAAAAACc/LpIvvb8rvw0/s72-c/image014.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-2262019114753900591</id><published>2007-11-06T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T22:01:05.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Grace (My Chains Are Gone)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AXV6HJxUebg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AXV6HJxUebg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-2262019114753900591?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/2262019114753900591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=2262019114753900591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/2262019114753900591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/2262019114753900591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/11/amazing-grace-my-chains-are-gone.html' title='Amazing Grace (My Chains Are Gone)'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-1657397782052345304</id><published>2007-10-30T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T18:35:39.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A random picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was a little bored and so happen i found this in my photobucket. I don't know how it get there, or more like when did i place it in there. Haha!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/et_kablunk/glitterpic1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-1657397782052345304?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/1657397782052345304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=1657397782052345304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/1657397782052345304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/1657397782052345304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-picture.html' title='A random picture'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-4249741660148895274</id><published>2007-10-16T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:38:25.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly birdy~ Fly!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/RxSFBZDp6MI/AAAAAAAAACM/oxlSLeFeShQ/s1600-h/DSC04560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121864935179675842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/RxSFBZDp6MI/AAAAAAAAACM/oxlSLeFeShQ/s320/DSC04560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A cute bird. But what in the world is it in the hand of this person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That person is my roommate anyway. It so happen there was a gust of wind, and a great turbulance in the room that we had to settle it down in order to continue to study. Uhh.. actually for my room mate to study. I was not, too sleepy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. The bird didn't did that much of a havoc as to cause a turbulance or a whirlwind in the room. But it's flapping wings around the room sure did caught our attention. Y it entered our room? Frankly to say i don't know, especially when it is during the night time. Was sure a mystery to me. But it sure did some good as to take away some stress from my mind at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room mate wanted to keep it, but somehow it manage to struggle free and escape. Bye bye cute bird. Take care~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-4249741660148895274?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/4249741660148895274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=4249741660148895274&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/4249741660148895274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/4249741660148895274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/10/fly-birdy-fly.html' title='Fly birdy~ Fly!!'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/RxSFBZDp6MI/AAAAAAAAACM/oxlSLeFeShQ/s72-c/DSC04560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-3444214725612521563</id><published>2007-10-16T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:20:49.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what i call a phenomenon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Have you seen the sun before through a pair of sunglasses? You have? Then have you seen the sun with another ring around it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/RxSAxZDp6EI/AAAAAAAAABg/WrR16_OwZj0/s1600-h/DSC04577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121860262255257666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/RxSAxZDp6EI/AAAAAAAAABg/WrR16_OwZj0/s320/DSC04577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure a unique phenomenon. But there is not only one ring, but 2!! TWO!! I just can't get the second ring into the picture without burning my eyes. Now am suffering the consequences of taking this picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121861585105184866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/RxSB-ZDp6GI/AAAAAAAAABs/TgtcVJeV0oI/s320/DSC04584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-3444214725612521563?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/3444214725612521563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=3444214725612521563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3444214725612521563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3444214725612521563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-what-i-call-phenomenon.html' title='This is what i call a phenomenon'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/RxSAxZDp6EI/AAAAAAAAABg/WrR16_OwZj0/s72-c/DSC04577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-1421790570039326750</id><published>2007-09-28T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T11:47:24.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half hot, half cold</title><content type='html'>Have you ever have one hand that feels like you could freeze something when you touch it and the other is just normally warm.  That is what my hands are. One warm, the other cold. Interesting. Maybe it was because i was sitting on one and the other i was using the mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a rainy day today. Nearly could not wake up due to the sensational morning air with a light pitter patter of the rain outside which further promotes sleep. But i think one of my mandarin classmates could not wake up because of this, he did not show up for mandarin class and when i call him he did not picked up his phone. A wonder don't you think. It also could be that he purposely did not come for reasons which i believe are valid. It still remains a mystery until i meet him and ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last. Today will finally get my camera!! Wahahaha!!! At last!! I can finally take photos again. But the troublesome part is posting it up the net. But will try to do in future. It is worth a shoot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-1421790570039326750?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/1421790570039326750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=1421790570039326750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/1421790570039326750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/1421790570039326750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/09/half-hot-half-cold.html' title='Half hot, half cold'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-7876735237852143930</id><published>2007-09-26T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T13:42:00.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic... I dunno what to say</title><content type='html'>Eeekkk!!! Today is my oral, and somehow i dun feel comfortable with what i just did. I feel like blaming somebody about it, but it is fully my fault because i didn't did proper preperations for it. Arr... What to do la... Die la die la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today also am the w/l for the care group. Hehe~ You know lah if you have seen me w/l before. I will say no futher. Tehehe!! Hope to do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week will the the most hectic week in the whole uni life. In fact this week is as bad! Two mid-terms, with 1 assignment to finish, dunno who many that i should photo shoot and film and the final drama presentation. Whoa~ I can't believe that i am doin that much. Adding to that is the weekly/fortnightly homework we have. Tsk tsk tsk. I can't wait for the hols. I can't wait till dec where i can come home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-7876735237852143930?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/7876735237852143930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=7876735237852143930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/7876735237852143930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/7876735237852143930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/09/hectic-i-dunno-what-to-say.html' title='Hectic... I dunno what to say'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-4215384723248249233</id><published>2007-09-20T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T15:46:13.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Month = Personality</title><content type='html'>I never believe this. But will just post it up cause it just seems so, uhh... familiar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY=SHYNESS&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with. Loves to try new things. Boy/girls LOVE you. You are very hott. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed.Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easilyconsoled. Honest. Concerned about people'sfeelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly.spazzy at times.Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets.dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things.Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense ofsympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges peoplethrough observations. Hardworking. No difficultiesin studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressiveunless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurtbut takes long to recover. Repost this in the next 5mins and your reputation will boost someway in the next 12 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-4215384723248249233?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/4215384723248249233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=4215384723248249233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/4215384723248249233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/4215384723248249233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/09/month-personality.html' title='Month = Personality'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-687906305197243644</id><published>2007-09-18T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T15:45:14.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pastor and his son</title><content type='html'>Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts. This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to walk the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring down rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, "OK, Dad, I'm ready." His Pastor dad asked, "Ready for what?" "Dad, it's time we gather our tracts  together and go out." Dad responds, "Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring down rain." The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, "But Dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?" Dad answers, "Son, I am not going out in this weather."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despondently, the boy asks, "Dad, can I go? Please?" His father hesitated for a moment then said, "Son, you can go. Here are the tracts, be careful son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks Dad!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing to everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TR AC T. He stopped at a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered. He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him. Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch! He rang again and this time the door slowly opened. Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, "What can I do for you, son?" With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, "Ma'am, I'm sorry  if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that *JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU* and I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave. She called to him as he departed. "Thank you, son! And God Bless You!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit. As the service began, he asked, "Does anybody have any testimony or want to say anything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet. As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face, "No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live. So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and brokenhearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, "I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away." I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly. I thought to myself  again, "Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me." I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! The  words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, "Ma'am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU." Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now&lt;br /&gt;hold in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel  Tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more. You see---I am now a Happy Child of the KING. Since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honor to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building, Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was seated. He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably. Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love &amp;amp; honor for his son... Except for One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father also allowed His Son to go out into a cold and dark world. He received His Son back with joy unspeakable, and as all of heaven shouted praises and honor to The King, the Father sat His beloved Son on a throne far above all principality and power and every name that is named.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are your eyes for reading this message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let this message die, read it again and pass it to others. Heaven is for His people!&lt;br /&gt;Remember, God's message CAN make the difference in the life of someone close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please share this wonderful message...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faith is the affirmation and the act that bids eternal truth be present fact."&lt;br /&gt;Coleridge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-687906305197243644?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/687906305197243644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=687906305197243644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/687906305197243644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/687906305197243644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/09/pastor-and-his-son.html' title='The Pastor and his son'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-9081202384686902660</id><published>2007-09-15T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T20:59:36.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off with the hair!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i went to kingfisher to get my hair cut, with was something alot of people here was bugging me to do since my hair was all over my face and i keep doin that shampoo swing ad to get my hair out of my face. Cost was $12! It was interesting that they throw in a hair wash too, but i refused. Wanted to get back to my room asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommates were all grining when they first saw me. Haha~ Especially akah who was so tempted to cut my hair for me. That is what you would kinda espect when you cut 5cm length of hair suddenly without telling anyone right? From a big head to my normal size. Maybe that is how people with so called 'big heads' should do. CUT YOUR HAIR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majority of my friends, and i tell you, alot of them din't reconise me. They were still expecting the big haired David to pass by i guess. Hehe~!!! If i got a camera i would love to take their photos. From stun faces to gaping mouths. Can't help laughing at them. One didn't even reconise me and took him a whole minute to know who i was. Probabibly i don't know him that well maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am looking forward to peoples faces tomorrow in church. Hehe~ It would be interesting. Pity i don't have my camera. i will soon post one of myself when i get my hands on a camera and if the internet allows me to. I seems to be kinda unfortunate really, can't seem to get connected. Sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-9081202384686902660?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/9081202384686902660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=9081202384686902660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/9081202384686902660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/9081202384686902660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/09/off-with-hair.html' title='Off with the hair!!!'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-7435150134557638415</id><published>2007-08-27T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T12:35:41.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOooooo!!!</title><content type='html'>heya to all!! I lost everybodies blog address. Could you please send to me the adds again. Please~ Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-7435150134557638415?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/7435150134557638415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=7435150134557638415&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/7435150134557638415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/7435150134557638415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/08/noooooo.html' title='NOooooo!!!'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-735676258138900457</id><published>2007-08-26T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:49:06.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow but Hectic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It has been some time since i left my blog alone. Things haven’t really been tilted to the availability to regularly connect to the internet as what i usually do. In a sense it is good for me, literally diminishing the disadvantages of not being able to go online, because i won’t waste my time aimlessly floating in the world wide web. Haha~ Good lah for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there is always an alternative to type my blog or my emails. I just deleted DoTA, because just playing that game i have lost a lot of precious sleeping time, every time the earliest would be 12 but usually will be btw 2-4 in the morning. Have been a living zombie the last few days. I can say that i feel happier that it is no more in my computer. Now at least when i have the urge to play i can’t, because it is not THERE!!! WHoooHOooo!! Please spare me from your comments. I have receive many weirds looks from friends when i told them that i deleted DoTA. Hehe~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in university is one heck of a different lifestyle from home. Well duh~ you may say. Frankly i was not expecting much, and i didn’t know what to expect. But none the less it is a shocking experience when you want to adapt to lifestyle which is totally different from your own, from the city life going down a few stairs where you have to keep check of your money and reducing on the luxuries of life. I miss bread with butter, sugar, peanut butter, kaya, jam, chocolate.... ooooo... Maybe soon i will buy that, if just i could get my place in proper order and figure how to get rid of the small ants on my table. And being a person who can’t wait for busses, walking has become part of daily uni life, not a problem really. Have improved my patience for busses. But somehow i still prefer to walk. It has a lighter feel after a nice long walk. But people look pitifully at me because they nearly see me walk back to my hostel. I don’t know why. Is it the way i walk? My stature? My blur look? I wonder... Hmn~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lectures are nothing much really, save logic mathematics, where we have to learn about the philosophy of mathematics, about logic, paradoxes etc. A totally new field for me and had to read a lot to really understand, but people wonder why i take this subject, 1) teacher warns that this subject is going to be really hard, but i still took it even though two of my course mates drop the course and picked up another course. 2) majority are mathematics and econ students or MCG (i duno what is that, but related to maths) because they are FORCED to take it. A nice word would be compulsory. Haha~ But for me... hehe~... i have the freedom to drop this course but i still refuse. They find me weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other subjects are simple, electronics and magnetic and general mathematics and statistics is a revision of form 6, eng lit have to read story books and a little history about literature. Mandarin is not easy, but must be consistent. T_T My did so badly in my previous mini test that i didn’t know where to put my face when i receive my paper, what makes it all the more humiliating is the fact that i am a Chinese!! Sigh~ Have to work harder then. Then there is this subject which makes me sleep and until now i don’t have a single idea what is being taught at all. Sains bumi and planet, is all about earth and the solar system. But there are so many new terms, it blurs my mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-735676258138900457?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/735676258138900457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=735676258138900457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/735676258138900457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/735676258138900457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/08/slow-but-hectic.html' title='Slow but Hectic'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-3061521987080899441</id><published>2007-07-13T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T11:08:44.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing...Kinda free...</title><content type='html'>Wow~ Very little time.. But will wanna just drop by for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got things settled yet. And my room mate is taking my things, especially my precious biscuits for himself. Ok that is nt that bad, but offering to his friends whom i dunno in my opinion is alittle to far, dun you think. Hmn... Not sure want to tegur him or not Aih~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night have been listening to some Sabah legends, about a pretty dusun girl burried around the bridge or something like that. The slang is kinda hard for me to undestand. So i only caught very little of what is said. Susah lo wanna catch what they say. It seems like my malay regressed in peninsula and will improve dramatically here.. Beware when i come back.. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chaos~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-3061521987080899441?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/3061521987080899441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=3061521987080899441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3061521987080899441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3061521987080899441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/07/nothingkinda-free.html' title='Nothing...Kinda free...'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-1402706271386260684</id><published>2007-07-11T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T17:35:44.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first day in mandarin, level 1 class…</title><content type='html'>Yay!! I’m taking mandarin classes at last. HahaAHAhaHaA!!! Finally.. I will soon be able to speak with you all by the time I finish uni here in Sabah! Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, being the first day for all lectures to start and to have mandarin as the first class to kick-off uni life was sure rather interesting and also terrifying for me. I did have a slight problem when I wanted to register for this course, because there was this announcement that went out, ‘all Chinese cannot take mandarin courses’. I’m Chinese, but I took it anyway. Well I did receive a lot of suspicious looks and many more surprised comments from many here, especially the bumi’s here which they say that they have never seen a Chinese that could not speak mandarin before (Chinese to be more precise, because they didn’t know that Chinese is divided to different dialects. I don’t think they mix much with Chinese tho.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: You really can’t know the difference between a malay and another ethic group bumi here, because they all look the same, except for the kadazans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. fine… When I first came to school in St John’s or any other previous school in fact, I meet with the same surprised look all the time. Do I really look that Chinese? Hmn… I guess you all will know that better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I first step into the class, by the look on their face I thought I was an alien for a second. All looked surprised and quizzed, like they just look up from their exam papers or something like that. At first glance, you will sure feel not welcome by the group. Well I guess by that announcement they didn’t expect to see any Chinese in the class anyway. Well the next thing you can hear, by the whispers and the the questions asked is ‘Are you Chinese?’ followed by ‘You are Chinese but cannot speak Chinese?’ Gosh~ I really feel like a person from another planet. Adding to that oddness was the fact that I’m THE ONLY GUY in the class. AaaaAAaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well things turned for the better when another Chinese guy came in, LATE!! Why lah din come in earlier, then I won’t have gone through all those stares from the class. More guys came in too, not that late la. All the guys together was 5 only out of the 25 people in the class. 1:4 ratio of guys to girls.. Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class went like normal lo, introducing yourself, put in your attendance, and a short intro by the lecturer about himself and the course. He is Mr Stephen Yong, a rather old man and according to him he said he has traveled to 58 countries, if I am not mistaken, and the last place he thought was NZ, which he receive 4x his current pay. NB: I think I got some of my info wrong. Hmm. He is going to teach us mandarin (huá yŭ, or hàn yŭ, or zhōng wén, which ever it is) by teaching us culture and songs. So nice… Sound kinda fun really. Learn a few words already which I still does not register to my head as well as my tongue. Then also learn the do po mo fo de te ne le ge ke he ji qi xi zh ch sh r z c s… Really sounds like chanting. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also learn this : bān zhăng = class monitor, which unfortunate for me am it and my assistant was aini….. I think :P (for some stupid reason I don’t know why I spoke my English with a slang for that moment) NOOOoooooooo!!! I don’t want… Sigh… But become already what to do. What more get extra 5 marks. Haha!! Padan muka. Who ask you to choose me. Muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of lecture, and first subject of taken in this university. Not that bad really. At least I can arrange (not say yet ok) the Chinese words for this sentence, ‘wǒ xué măláixíà shābā dàxué’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t got my laptop yet, but and taking my time. For the mean time am using a Toshiba, a friends laptop, very cool looking. And the WiFi here cacat… actually I really duno how to configure the settings really. Haha! And I still dunno which part of the campus is hotspot, WiFi or nothing at all…. What is the difference between hotspot and WiFi anyway? I’m still learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign off for now… Confirmed that I will be flying back to the peninsula this December. So till then, tata!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-1402706271386260684?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/1402706271386260684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=1402706271386260684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/1402706271386260684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/1402706271386260684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-first-day-in-mandarin-level-1-class.html' title='My first day in mandarin, level 1 class…'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-6062853936817343493</id><published>2007-07-07T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T11:40:30.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Type this until i'm frozen thanks to the library's aircon!!! COLD!!!</title><content type='html'>Yo~ At last!!! I can come online~ But after doin everything like my e-mail, ptptn loan, checking others blogs and an extra one websites now i only left 10 mins.. T_T But i guess that is not a problem cause i have to just go tot eh library's counter and reregister my name again to continue using the computer (and good thing blogger has such a thing as saving a draft. *grin*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation just finish yesterday, so for the ealier part of today i'm free. Yay!!! And lectures officially starts on the 9th but really starts on the 11th cause of some technical problems with the campus site about something like cannot add the language courses into their system or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and my dad flew on the 29th last Firday reaching the terminal at 11:30 and taking off at 2:36, later than the scheduled time, ie 2 because that day only one track at LCC-T or landing and taking-off. But ok lah... not that late. Reach there about 5:30, and the sky was starting to get dark already. By 6:30 it was dark already, like our 7:30 in kl (or i may say, semenanjung time) First went to look at my campus, which was rather big, but can't really c much at night. NOTE: We left there at 7, equivalent to 8 o'clock kl time. Then later booked into park royal hotel, i think that is the name... I keep getting it wrong because there is another hotel that also has the park at the end of it's name too... aih~ Later at night followed yunrong, who also coincidently was staying in the same hotel, too drop his luggage in the hostle, which according to them was in a terribly bad and awfull condition, which i later witness it myself and actually expected it. So many people have slept on that bed + the hostle was under construction, so can't really expect much... This was my discription:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moldy brown beds, dusty floor (nobody stayed for 1 month la), broken cupboards, NO tables, it was temporary, so that din matter for the mean time, and molting walls... Due to high moisture. Aiks..!! The library is too cold for me to think straight... I think i will narate all this another time... i need to defrost... Cya later!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-6062853936817343493?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/6062853936817343493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=6062853936817343493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/6062853936817343493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/6062853936817343493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/07/type-this-until-im-frozen-thanks-to.html' title='Type this until i&apos;m frozen thanks to the library&apos;s aircon!!! 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But behind it all, behind my fustrated face and heavy heart, i'm glad that i did, cause with these will keep me moving on, will keep me glad, will have something to look back too as well forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin to miss you all... Those sweet memories makes my heart heavier, but at the same time keep me on the ground. I miss you all already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-4143043523917022998?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/4143043523917022998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=4143043523917022998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/4143043523917022998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/4143043523917022998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/06/memories-that-makes-heart-heavier.html' title='Memories that makes the heart heavier~'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-5378976847477182149</id><published>2007-06-28T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T17:30:16.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week's post</title><content type='html'>At last~!!! Finish most of the documentation for local uni. And also now forbidden to buy anymore clothes!! Why~ i saw so many which was so freaking expensive yet to nice and tempting!! I WANT!! That is why i try not to shop too much at times, drool will accumulate in my mouth and flood the whole floor, thus soiling the clothes in the shop. Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Went to the doctor to do the medical checkup. Went with grace and jyh miin (also goin sabah). Went there, waited, filled the urine bottle, took an x-ray, met the doc then chao. It was that short. I thought it will be longer. Grace got alittle concerned so she went out to buy a drink. The funny part for me was taking the x-ray. Ealier grace asked me to take a deep breath, which i forgot the reason. In the x-ray room, the guy gave me some instructions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ok, when i leave the room, i want you to breath in. Hold on, don't breath out ok&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;" &lt;em&gt;i was alittle lost, and blur then. When he started to walk away, i breathed in. Only then my mind started to work. 'He said when he only walk out of the room, why am i breathing in now' So i breath out and breath in (he just left the room). Then i heard his voice when he was outside "OK! Breath in." WAT?!! I nearly choked. Quickly i took another deep breath. I was nearly out of breath at that moment. Taking 3 consecutive deep breaths was not something that i do often. Good thing i din faint in the room then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I can't believe i did this, but i did. So... whatever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;At 11:45 left the house and fetch grace, then fetch my niece, ashley from kindy then home to fetch the rest of my fam (mom, sis, aly and saph) and went shoping at 1Utama. Had a great and humiliating time with the kids there. Asaph, my nephew was yelling once in a while in parkson, but who cares. They were hanging to the banister around the escalator, playing something what i call 'hang and swing'. They are short enough, where you hang mid-air and swing back and forth. The played follow the leader, walking round and round parkson through the shoes, clothes, perfumes and finally out of parkson. Had to call them back in cause the 2 ladies (my sis and grace) were not done with their shoping. The kids wanted to play 'pepsi cola' outside parkson, which i forbid them. Was tempted actually, but they were abit to far from mummy. From there went to padini/vincci etc (all in one). Saphy meet another little girl. It is interesting how they interact, the little girl looking intently at him, while he is distraced by the things in the little girls pram. Haha~!! With the 2 girls i went trying on clothes myself, first the 2 girls wearing what i wanted to try on then only i tried it on. Can't help laughing when they wear those shouldered padded coats and flex their muscles. Talked about enhanced muscles for kids. HAHahaa~!! Another thing was 'in front of the mirror song' which they do in front of every mirror they see, and sing "we are best friends" over and over again. I joint in once, but was alittle to embarassing for me to do the second time. But what amazes me was the closeness btw the 2 girls. Can't help but contemplating on what they did. Well, they had to go back and sleep, and i stayed on with grace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Went online to be frustrated by the ptptn website again. Then my mum came home (i think from market) and said to bank in my registration fees, and i have to be in school by at least 1 and now is 10. What more i din know where was the CIMB bank around my area. Took about 1 hour to find it, which i finally found by my mum's directions. NOTE: southern bank and bank bumiputra are now CIMB!! I DIN KNOW THAT!! T_T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;By the time i reach school it was 1:25 already, and pn. tan like usual was not there at such times. Had to get my 'surat kebenaran untuk pembedahan' witness by pn nor laila (a very sweet lady) and give pn tan the chem notes. Thank God that teachers have tables and that i know which was hers. *wipe sweat* Met grace and yen kee there and followed Yen kee to CIMB, which fortunately i could inquire about my fees there and what happen to their website. Went out to lunch at the mamak nearby. Grace was looking a daze and was very quite, kinda having alot of things in mind i guess, and got updates from yen kee of other classmates. Yen Kee had to go to the bank, and was suppose to bring grace shoping at MV, but still looking lost, we took our time walking through bukit nanas. She asked from me a joke, which was weird because nobody have asked for jokes from me for such a long time. So was really weird then. Din reach MV in the end. Haha~ It was getting late anyway, and i had prayer meeting at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The doctor from the cliniq called to tell that the the reports were ready. Fine. So i had to make 5 major trips. To the cliniq, the bank, kindy, and 2 houses to where the reports go to their personal owners. Finally paid my registration fees. Ahh~ So now i'm just blogging away, trying to be as detailed as i can, keeping myself as well as you all up to date. Hehe~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Friday (yet to come)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Today i'm flying!! But i'm reluctant to go... But i'm also excited. But I dowan, but i want, duwan, want, dowan, want!! AAAAaAAAaAAaaaaAAAAaaA!!! I can't decide!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-5378976847477182149?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/5378976847477182149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=5378976847477182149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/5378976847477182149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/5378976847477182149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-weeks-post.html' title='This Week&apos;s post'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-2303713420905511129</id><published>2007-06-07T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T18:01:48.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Playing Again</title><content type='html'>Whohoo!!! I can’t believe it that I’m playing in a band again. Waaaa~ So nice to be able to play once again and enjoy the moments with my instrument. *menitiskan air mata*&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/RzGMqbPHvSI/AAAAAAAAACU/QVtkuDAWDLo/s1600-h/image014.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130036111045279010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/RzGMqbPHvSI/AAAAAAAAACU/QVtkuDAWDLo/s320/image014.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ulala!&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday is a combined service, that is english, mandarin and bm services combine, i don’t know what is the reason for the combine. Well it is still too early to play in the main service anyway and i told them, specificly my shepherd that my primary ministry i wanted to be involved is the missions department, and music as my secondary department. Why? I don’t know. But i want to know what the mission department do, and i can expand my music externally anyway on my own. There are always chances to have jamming sessions anyway. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;After that at 2pm there will be the new members class. Thats where i’m playing, and you may have already guessed, i’m playing the bass as usual. I did not take care of my fingers well the last few months and now my fingers are sore playing the bass. Seriously, it is ages since i touch the bass and what more i took a long leave from the guitar and only receintly the last few weeks i’ve only started to practise again. A good sign that the tip of my fingers are goin plateau again. Keke~ But i have to suffer again the pain of pressing the strings, not as bad as the first time i started, but still pain. But the amazing thing is that i can slide up and down the guitar without cutting my finger or up and down the bass without giving my fingers blisters. Talk about hardcore fingers. But my fingers have stiffen terribly. So hard to move my fingers to where i want it to go.&lt;br /&gt;Well here are a few comments about the church instruments here. I’m not complaining, after all it is best to be used to what we already have than to complain and not touch and wait for a better one right?&lt;br /&gt;The bass: fret board (i did not know that this is common) is bent, which means that the bass is beyond repair to my knowledge. The fretboard pickups are not functional as well as its volume, the tone knob is not working. Only the bridge pickup is working but i’m very sure that the electronics inside is oxidixed. The amp is the same as the one back in Kepong baptist. But for the mean time i don’t are to tweek the tone knobs.&lt;br /&gt;The guitar: frets are worn out. It is a electric guitar btw. Therefore the first 2 strings are unusable for the first 5 frets. Otherwise i do not know whats wrong with the guitar. To what i see (if i got the wiring correct) the guitar is not connected to an amp but a mixer. Which means that it is connected nearly directly to the PA system. It has a small simple effects pedal, which to my opinion is pratically useless there. If you set it to normal sound all the time what for wo... But can’t blame them. I think they don’t like distortion. So sad... I would have saved and bought one. Looks like i would have to get a delay first than a distortion. Hmmn...&lt;br /&gt;The drum: Weird... it has two riding cymbals, one already broken. The hi-hat is some what uhh... out of place... And the tom toms are kinda out of place. Not the regular setting that i’m used to play. But it varies from drummer to drummer. So i don’t have much power to comment to that.&lt;br /&gt;The Piano: IT’S A TOY!!! A more advance toy lar. Not that bad. It is put to a regular girls height, which means it is too low for me. And the player must play standing. Which is good. Hehe~ For me~ The keys are too soft (i can’t feel) and the stand is uhh... shaky. Probably i’m a rough player where i really bang around because when i see the other pianist play it does not shake as much as when i play it.&lt;br /&gt;You can say that i’m very particular to details. But it was sure hard to play the instruments. (i have never really play the guitar yet, so i’m not so sure about the guitar yet) But none the less it is fun to be once again jamming my heart out. Is there a change to jump around with the bass once again. This bass is light. Wooohooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-2303713420905511129?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/2303713420905511129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=2303713420905511129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/2303713420905511129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/2303713420905511129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-playing-again.html' title='I&apos;m Playing Again'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/RzGMqbPHvSI/AAAAAAAAACU/QVtkuDAWDLo/s72-c/image014.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-5769313619968332401</id><published>2007-06-03T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:27:06.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillsong concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/RmLSYYksb3I/AAAAAAAAABU/aatN0SzxUiA/s1600-h/hillsongback+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071847446727651186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/RmLSYYksb3I/AAAAAAAAABU/aatN0SzxUiA/s320/hillsongback+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know Hillsong will be coming to our church in church. We have Ray Badham (he wrote the song His Love) and Miriam Webster (she sang Saviour in God He reigns album).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HILLSONG WORKSHOP DETAILS:&lt;br /&gt;Cost: RM 15&lt;br /&gt;1. Bass &amp; Drums clinic&lt;br /&gt;2. Vocals&lt;br /&gt;3. Guitar&lt;br /&gt;4. Keyboard&lt;br /&gt;5. Production (sound, lighting and et cetera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(those who are interested to join the workshop, please refer back to me b4 this wed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/RmLROIksb2I/AAAAAAAAABM/6OJt1izc8BE/s1600-h/hillsong+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071846171122364258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/RmLROIksb2I/AAAAAAAAABM/6OJt1izc8BE/s320/hillsong+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reference: RO4CK forum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey guys, try to make it. How many times have hillsong came to malaysia? None. save united, they came only once. So dun miss the chance. If you can't make it to the workshop (or find no reason too) try to make it to the concert. I'm sure they will love your attendence there. God bless to you all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-5769313619968332401?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/5769313619968332401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=5769313619968332401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/5769313619968332401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/5769313619968332401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/06/hillsong-concert.html' title='Hillsong concert'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/RmLSYYksb3I/AAAAAAAAABU/aatN0SzxUiA/s72-c/hillsongback+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-6859362576307348956</id><published>2007-05-14T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T12:59:57.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Max. Memory stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/Rkfq1r34h7I/AAAAAAAAABE/_4peeszpQSo/s1600-h/CIMG5366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064274514032494514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/Rkfq1r34h7I/AAAAAAAAABE/_4peeszpQSo/s320/CIMG5366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/Rkfq1r34h7I/AAAAAAAAABE/_4peeszpQSo/s1600-h/CIMG5366.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I guess many of you know who is Max, or maximilion, or the La Duk etc...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In memory of him, he passed on on Sunday, 13th May 2007, on mother's day at around 4-5 in the morning and buried in the early morning.  Living to a full age of dog years, he has always been a faithful family that has cared for the family in many special ways. The whole family misses him and i believe many will do to. Farewell max. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/Rkfq1r34h7I/AAAAAAAAABE/_4peeszpQSo/s1600-h/CIMG5366.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-6859362576307348956?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/6859362576307348956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=6859362576307348956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/6859362576307348956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/6859362576307348956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/05/rip-max-memory-stone.html' title='R.I.P. Max. Memory stone'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/Rkfq1r34h7I/AAAAAAAAABE/_4peeszpQSo/s72-c/CIMG5366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-7671966616905552661</id><published>2007-05-11T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T19:06:49.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some things that i've been reading</title><content type='html'>I was astonished that although i now loved you... i did not persist in enjoyment of my God. Your beauty drew me to you, but soon i was dragged away from you by my own weight and in dismay i plunged again into the things of this world...as though i had sensed the fragrance of the fare but was not yet able to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;Augustine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, taste and see that Lord is good&lt;br /&gt;Ps 34:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restore to me the joy of Your salvation&lt;br /&gt;Ps 51:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfy us in the morning with Your steadfast love&lt;br /&gt;Ps 90:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provided the thing is in itself right, the more one likes it and the less one has to "try to be good," the better. A perfect man would never act from sense of duty; he'd always want the right thing more than the wrong one. Duty is only a substitute for love (of God and of other people), like a crutch, which is a substitute for a leg. Most of us need the cruth at times; but of course it's idiotic to use the crutch when our own legs (our own loves, tastes, habits, etc.) can do the journey on their own!&lt;br /&gt;CS Lewis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-7671966616905552661?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/7671966616905552661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=7671966616905552661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/7671966616905552661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/7671966616905552661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-some-things-that-ive-been-reading.html' title='Just some things that i&apos;ve been reading'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-1424514960632842518</id><published>2007-05-11T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T15:14:39.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats happening</title><content type='html'>Ugh~ Has anybody love the toilet as much as i have? Lets compete. How many times did you go to the toilet today? I lost count of how many times i have went in for relief. And now is only 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww~ Nvm la. I'm not that sick as on wed, or thurs, or last monday, or last month, or... (the list continues... etc... blah blah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for my sudden disappearence. Am using the minimal (and MY minimal) amount of time on the internet. And also not in the mood to blog. Many things have happen since i stoped work.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah~ some of you din know that i stopd work. Or did you know? I stop last friday. Or was it the friday before that? It is last month on the 27th. Since then i was like... uhh... sick... and more sick... and sicker... I'm not complaining ok? (or am i?) i'm stating facts here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, i have lost touch with everybody, save of course some like jia wen which i need his help there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok~ A few events that i know that has happen within last month and this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~There was a one day melacca trip to A famosa or the Safari. A last minute plan and quite an adventure. With SJI classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~There was a 2 day melacca trip to A famosa and melacca town. Another last minute plan and i heard that its also quite an adventure. SJI classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Then there was the hari anugerah cemerlang (i still wonder why was i there... yea yea...) Din last long but those present (except me) exchanged faces here and there. What i mean is taking pictures with each other. This is in SJI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Then there was Suet Mei's b'day. Wai Keen said something about gathering so i though, 'well a class gathering or something like that' and went in jeans and my school t-shirt (TBM). When i reach there got a little scolding from Shing that i came to a birthday party in such attire. Uh~ Sorry yah~ i really din know that it was a birthday and until today i still am having a problem finding a present for you all. Y is there so many birthdays in may... T_T. This is with TBM class mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I don't know if the ice skating flew off anot? Was part of the organising but i could not go. :P Did it take flight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Poor desmon, no party on his birthday. Wish him a little late myself. Keke~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. I hear something... It sounds so... so... so... zzz... zzz...zzz...zzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-1424514960632842518?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/1424514960632842518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=1424514960632842518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/1424514960632842518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/1424514960632842518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/05/ugh-has-anybody-love-toilet-as-much-as.html' title='Whats happening'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-3886442217227689512</id><published>2007-05-05T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T21:22:51.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinile Person</title><content type='html'>Hmph~!!! Hmph~!!! Hmph~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin crazy!! Crazy!! Crazy!! Does anybody want to jump with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaa~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-3886442217227689512?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/3886442217227689512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=3886442217227689512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3886442217227689512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3886442217227689512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/05/sinile-person.html' title='Sinile Person'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-985534449794070998</id><published>2007-04-14T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T09:42:21.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A point to ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/MMPH/252617~Denzel-Washington-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" height="266" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/MMPH/252617~Denzel-Washington-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You have turned for me my mourning into dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Psalm 30:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After receiving his second Academy Award, Denzel Washington said to his family, "I told you, if I lost tonight, I'd come home and we'd celebrate. And if I won tonight, I'd come home and we'd celebrate." Denzel, a Christian, was trusting God, whether in blessing or in disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Christian couple I know were inspired to follow Denzel's example. The woman was applying for a dream job that had just opened up where she worked. THe interview went well, but she knew she might not get the possition. Her husband suggested, "Let's make reservations at out favorite restaurant this Friday to celebrate - no matter what the outcome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the news came that someone else was offered the job. But that Friday the disappointed couple still celelbrated. While eating a delicious meal, they were able to count their blessings and renew their faith in the God who holds tomorrow's opportunites in His hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the psalmist counted his blessings, he was lifted out of his despair and praised God, saying, "You have turned for me my mourning into dancing: (Ps. 30:11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dennis Fisher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank God in your disappointment,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Celelbrate His grace and love;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know that He will never leave you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And will bless you from above.   -D. De Haan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The pain of disappointment is soothed by a heart of gratitude.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Taken from our Daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Bread, April 13, Friday Celebrating Disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-985534449794070998?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/985534449794070998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=985534449794070998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/985534449794070998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/985534449794070998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/04/point-to-ponder.html' title='A point to ponder'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-4378550034702120445</id><published>2007-04-12T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T15:54:29.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am i still WORKING!!!</title><content type='html'>ARGH!!! Why am i stil working. It is only suppose to be 12 days but today is the 13th and i have just been asked to work till the end of this month. BWAAA~!!! Yesterday i have already said that i wanted to stop, but later that night my parents talked to me, and by the way they told me about work, i don't really have much of a choice but to continue working. ARGH~ Why la. Can't i just continue with my reading which i may not be able to do that when i start studying again?!! My mom and dad said that 'i want to read and play my guitar, that is why i want to stop work' was not a good reason, Y? Because I can do that some other time when i am free. Dah lah, when i ask if i can go for lessons in the beginning of the year, delays for 1 month, then said cannot. Now when i want to buck up on my skills say some other time when you are free and that i need to organise my time blah blah blah... less internet, less tv, less goin out. Ish~ I barely watch tv, the internet now is getting much much less, and compared to my borthers and sisters dah lah i never go out to watch movie or shoping. I'm stuck at home/office for the rest of my resting life before uni starts. ARGH!!! %@*#!@ *toot* (you will never hear me say such things anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the ice skating. Can someone else plan it. If i am goin to continue to work i don't think i can make it in the end. Hmm~ Ok. I will plan it but i can't go for it. Hoping that i could be a thursday on the 19th or the 26 of April the whole day maybe gathering there at about 10 or ealier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is one more thing. The 2 of May is a public holiday and Jia Wen said wanted to plan a class trip (U6Sc1), but just now i called Yunrong about it and it looks like it cannot be set because of wesak day and most as i understand will join the procession along brickfields. I don't know, but i am not really eager to plan such huge events, frankly to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih~ Let me go to my corner and continue to mop at the corner.&lt;br /&gt;*walks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really fustrated and furious kid,&lt;br /&gt;Chi Yee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-4378550034702120445?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/4378550034702120445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=4378550034702120445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/4378550034702120445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/4378550034702120445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-am-i-still-working.html' title='Why am i still WORKING!!!'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-883464090126794555</id><published>2007-04-10T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:39:22.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>Hmm~ Finally! Today is the 12th day of work and guess what? I'm working tomorrow. BWAAAA~!!! The project is not over and being a good quai worker in the office, i'll stay on for i dunno how long will that be. Actually tomorrow is the 12th day of work, skiped work one day already ma because my back pain. And  yea~ i figured out why my back was pain. I was carrying computers the other day, but interestingly enough the pain came 2 days after. Maybe it is the cumulative strain of bending and straightening of my back. Sigh~ i feel like an old man now with the pain in the back. But thank God it is now only a faint feel, nearly obsolete. But yet still need to take care of it. Sigh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-883464090126794555?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/883464090126794555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=883464090126794555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/883464090126794555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/883464090126794555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/04/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-4459117302290456506</id><published>2007-04-03T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T21:38:16.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARHGG!!!!</title><content type='html'>[looking into the mirror] Am i thinner? Was my cheek bone protruding the last time? Was my chin really that sharp? Was my eyes that yellow? My face really look paler meh?? ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (monday) came back from work with a backache as i mention in a previous post. When being examined by mother, this is what she said, "You look thinner and paler" WHAT!!! I CANNOT GET ANY THINNER!!! NO THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE!!! INSANE!!! But my mom is known for telling the truth. I'm goin to faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today din't go to work, because of my aching back. It is better now. But i can't really strain my ppor back. Woowoowoo~!! Tomorrow will have to go to work and i'm still not sure where is the location yet. .... ... Just call a colleague, Gopi, said that TPM is done and now goin to sunway. Woohoo~ maybe can call kenson and kacau him. Haha~ hope my back will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-4459117302290456506?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/4459117302290456506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=4459117302290456506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/4459117302290456506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/4459117302290456506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/04/arhgg.html' title='ARHGG!!!!'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-2328510348830839993</id><published>2007-04-02T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:01:26.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Tired and confused~ 2 emotions that somehow can make a person shrink into his/her shell into their own world. But i will not do that. No reason to anyway, and i don't want to keep to myself. I need to be with people, keep in touch, talk, move. But these emotions can't be taken away, but can be over ruled. But hiding it won't help much. A solution must be given and action must be taken soon. But i'm confused and tired, and the worst~ I don't know what to do. I can now only leave it in the hands of God for Him to work it out the way that He knows that is best for me, and i will need all the faith and trust i need to do that. And i pray that He will carry me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deliver me from this needless emotions, things that keeps my head down, that imobilise me from doin Your work. Lord i want to serve You with all my heart, in what every way that i can, i want to serve You. Please be there for me, I really need Your help to carry me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Running thoughs from the mind of Chi Yee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-2328510348830839993?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/2328510348830839993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=2328510348830839993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/2328510348830839993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/2328510348830839993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/04/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-167081576728626126</id><published>2007-04-02T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:34:20.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OWWWIE!!!</title><content type='html'>Gosh~ Today is the 6th day of work and tomorrow will be my work breaking record. 7!! HAHA!!! But i don't know how long i will be working anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday went for R.O.C.K. deTOUR by KL baptist church, which i don't intend to eleborate much here, for 1 i'm tired and not really in the mood to describe the details now and for the second, my got shocking news that i looks paler and skinner. (I don't want to get skinner!) Not that i haven't been missing my lunches and dinners. Actually i have been eating loads!! Even when i'm not hungry i still eat my portion. (My loads may not be your loads yah~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway~ today was work as usual, went first to menara maxis then after lunch went back to maxis plaza central to cover those users which were not there and might have missed (we din bother finding those missed users anyway). Walk here, walk there then bent down to look at the service tag of the computer when suddenly~!!! A pearcing pain ran through the lower part if my back, rendering me imobile for a moment and i can barely walk. Good thing nobody really saw me, but my colleages asked my to take it slow. Good thing it was not a permanant thing, or else i wound me the 'Hunchback of Plaza Central'!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh~ I have been making this noise since the beginning of last week. Grig grog grig grog... I need to sleep. Good nite guys~ Sweet Dreams.... zzzZZZzzz~~~ZZZZ!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-167081576728626126?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/167081576728626126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=167081576728626126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/167081576728626126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/167081576728626126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/04/owwwie.html' title='OWWWIE!!!'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-7604531409249297599</id><published>2007-03-27T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:07:07.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharks, Work and Fire</title><content type='html'>yikes~ am getting fatter, i'm fatter, i'm fatter... **looks in mirror** looks the same gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it. Haha~!!! Yesterday i could not sleep because i was imagining being attacked by sharks and figuring out how to fight back if i was bitten with consideration of the imagined pain of the bite, the restriction of movements as well the disability to move in water with the shark having the agility and higher advantage in water. Then, i was thinking about the beach, and a short portion of a show which i saw in tv (while flipping through the channels) where a lady surfer was jump on by a shark. My imagination went too wild until i could not sleep. Had to literally rebuke the thought and console myself that it would not happen. My head gone wild. Good thing you still don't see me sleeping along petaling street yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh~ I may have forgotten to tell some of you. I'm currently working for a short project (recomended by my father) for 12 days, normal working hours. 2 days have passed and another 10 more days to go. Yeah~ i'm looking forward to stop working, at the same time i want the money. Sigh~ At least now i know what is work, in a small scale. I'm working for dell/getronics (i dunno which) for a maxis project where we are suppose to do a 'physical inventory report' , something like asset check. So we have to go to every maxis station in the klang valley. So far kl central have been covered. I have learn alot from fellow colleagues as well from maxis wokers, about work life, courses not to take (which i have to ignore some) and what is happening now in the market (very little about this, and computer stuff (i still don't understand what are they talking. It is not like the science that i study, mother board, ram, mac, blah blah...) Tomorrow will be goin to maxis tower to continue the audit. Quite tiring. But am starting to get used to it as well as enjoying the job, but i still want to stop working if it was not for the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those staying around kepong. Did you see a fire nearby? If you are staying in bkt maluri, it will be towards genting highlands. I don't know what fire was it. Can see a glow towards that direction with thick black clouds rising high in the sky, partially darkening the moon. Looks big and rather far from here... Waiting for my father and sister to report back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-7604531409249297599?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/7604531409249297599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=7604531409249297599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/7604531409249297599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/7604531409249297599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/03/sharks-work-and-fire.html' title='Sharks, Work and Fire'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-6631835380613849683</id><published>2007-03-24T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T22:05:37.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm working~</title><content type='html'>heya to all~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not part of my plan, but it came my way and since i wanted to buy something rather badly (thank you edmund for showing it to the the that day), so i decided to work. Something that i father offered to me when i was talking to him in the car, along the way to the digital mall in pj. Cool yeah~ Starting this monday for the next 12 working days. 2 weeks and 2 days and maybe more depends on what things is there to do. My work is about checking assets, or stock check. So will be traveling around, and will be a little far from my hp. Will be disappearing from the internet for awhile, and i think i have been here far to long already. Today was since afternoon till now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-6631835380613849683?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/6631835380613849683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=6631835380613849683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/6631835380613849683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/6631835380613849683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-working.html' title='I&apos;m working~'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-7634559910360799892</id><published>2007-03-24T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T02:56:51.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The final word to SPTM ~sayonara!!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The final words to STPMHmm it has been some time. One week after the coming home of STPM and am glad that nobody shead any tears of sadness during that day. Well this is my final to STPM. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear STPM,&lt;br /&gt;Heya, come and gone so quickly. It has been a week pass that day you came. Ahh~ At least you left pleasent memories for us yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And thank you so much that you made nobody cry there and then (or you may have been doin it behind my back, that would be just so bad of you, if you did.... aih~). Thanks for the special present from you, a little disappointed but as well glad. All I can say it is really a miracle of what you really gave me, what i actually prayed, a miracle during your visit. Well, we won't be seeing you again. Hmm~ Going to miss those times when we were preparing to see you.&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing much to say anymore. But am half glad that i don't have to see you anymore (talk about bad... haha~), but another part of me is goin to miss the times, but we still have to go on with our lives, find a university to get married to 'degree', and maybe futher meeting 'masters' and 'phD'. So farewell and don't bully the next batch la ok? Goodbye~ Hope you bring more smiles and cheer to futher generations. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if some of you maybe wondering (and most already know) i got very nice grades this STPM. Try to guess for those of you that still do not know. Heres a clue : the top 5 grades in STPM. Still don't know? A, A-, B+, B and a B .[highlight this spot to know the answers] Nice yeah? Talk about passing with rainbow colours. Haha~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is the usual next phase after exams, the stress of getting entry into universities, digging through the newspapers and the internet (thank God for the net) for scholarships, loans followed by another few days of praying and hoping that we do get a place into university. But by the looks of everybodies grades for Johanians, nobody should not get a place in varsity. I'm actually half hoping for 2 things, 1. Get a place in medic in the local universities (other places are gone for me. I got B- for biology) 2. I want to go to Singapore. Hmm~ Which i really don't think so. My place is malaysia. But who knows. If God may allow me, He will make the way for me. I haven finish my application for UPU/IPTA yet. Sigh~ tomorrow will do that first thing in the morning (somehow morning trafic is clearer). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven been back too and fro from school this whole week. But kinda fun, meeting different people everyday, like old times, but the difference is that it is without the uniform. Somehow i miss the uniform. Really~ You may not like it, but i sure do. I wore the pants when i first came to St John's last sunday as part of my sunday formal attire. I got good comments ok. White pants, with the CORAL coloured shirt to the ori night '06 and a silver tie. *grin* But people knew that it was school pants, but some din even got a hint. Haha~ It is the white pants btw. I dun dare to wear the green one. Maybe that for tracking, or maybe to school one day. It is comfortable anyway. Who knows, i can still use it for playsand skits, or just wear it through out the day for fun. *nuts* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm~ Anyway, paer of the announcements for passer-bys &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT: There are people that wants to ice skate, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ie me and also other representatives which you know yourself&lt;/span&gt;; and there will be one around anytime soon. I don't know when is the next meeting but due to shortage of financial income caused by this months budget and high tax and plenty of bills (you know who you are), it will not ne held this month. It will be around the following month (April) so be sure be free. I'm sorry if we cannot accomodate you. But please &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;GIVE YOUR COMMENTS AND REPLYS SOON&lt;/span&gt; in the chatter box on the right or in the comment box below this post (if you are also a fellow blogger) so that futher planing can be held in conjunction of this sliding and slaming into the wall event. If you so happen are not part of U6Sc1, i believe we can accomodate you but you must fill this requirements;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. you MUST be human of a single gender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2. MUST be a resident of Earth, if not, please change your citizenship a.s.a.p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3. must be in the state of Kuala Lunpur, if you are not please find a residing place soon so that you could be included in this activity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4. You must not be working during that day, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;most probably it will be during a week day&lt;/span&gt; (for proper financial planing as well outsourcing the money wisely). But this is due to change, according to the response of our sponsers and support. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5. MUST be below 100 years of age, if you are btw 35-99 you are will come, but your insurance does not cover any fatal or destructive accidents, and we will not be held responsible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;6. MUST be less than 10 meters tall. Those that are 5 meters are not encouraged to take part in this activity, but if you still insist to come your insurance does not cover any fatal or destructive accidents, and we will not be held responsible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;7. Lighter than 100 kg. We do wish to have a wonderful time skating and not one that will break the ice. We also do not wish to have any fatal accidents of other participants if so happen there was a crash, causing the other participant to be ingrained in any part of the wall/floor of the ice rink. If you are so, please go to the nearest sliming station and burn it out, or please go for a liposuction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;8. Hair MUST be above ankle level. If any lower, we might have to give you a 'crew' cut there and then. We do NOT wish for any heads rolling or hair coveing the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;9. Wear proper attire. Those not properly attired (only in their birthday suit ie underwear) will not be attended to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;10. Please do not bring any unescessary items into the rink (eg. cliver, cupboard, carpet, tv, laptop, computers, system processors, hand drills, basketball, hanger, microwave oven, baby chair, fuel or any other organic flamable liquid, salt to increase the melting point of the ice, any radioactive substance especially nuclear boms etc). All items will be confiscated from the owner and will be used on the owner according to the use of each item. (for items that the use is forbidden, items will be smashed on the head of the user) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Please consent to the requirements above. Have a nice day. And reply ASAP. Late commentors will be prosecuted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-7634559910360799892?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/7634559910360799892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=7634559910360799892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/7634559910360799892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/7634559910360799892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/03/final-word-to-sptm-sayonara.html' title='The final word to SPTM ~sayonara!!~'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-8692572111864474167</id><published>2007-03-14T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T17:20:40.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To STPM &gt;&gt; 2</title><content type='html'>To STPM,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh~ I din really know that you could really change a lifestyle of people before you even come. I should have guessed that your potential is similar to SPM which made people sick and faint even before her arrival, just with more dramatic effect for the future of many that wanna meet you. You need to be kicked in the ass man. Faster come la~ *kicking motion*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the big day. As I said before, I'm eager to meet you but at the same time please dun kill anybody in the process. You sure can make a whole multitude of humans sad as well a whole group happy. Wanna screw you, but what can i do. Come faster but also with a more gentler touch, we still want to be happy after seeing you, and i believe you know that very well. After seeing you we will dump you and enjoy the rest of the day togather. Muahaha!! *now i'm bad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kies~ gotta find Mr Scholarship and beg from him money so that i can continue living without having to put much weight on myself in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember~ Come faster but with a gentle touch k~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards, Chi Yee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-8692572111864474167?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/8692572111864474167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=8692572111864474167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/8692572111864474167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/8692572111864474167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-stpm-2.html' title='To STPM &gt;&gt; 2'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-5457387320836797806</id><published>2007-03-12T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T18:15:08.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To SPTM</title><content type='html'>Gosh~ Today is already Monday. Another 3 more days to go. *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DON'T COME YET COME!!! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU, YET I WANT TO KNOW!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dear STPM,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am gald that finally i heard some news about you. So how are you recently? Doing fine? I heard a rumour that your arrival will be delayed due to the flood south in Johor. Hmm~ And also was not sure if your coming 1 week after or before SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know. It is quite unfair that SPM was announced twice in the news and you are only announced once so far??!! Hmm~ I guess it din bother you did it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!! Your finally coming on the 15 of March. I'm totally glad, but alittle nervious to meet you too. What am i goin to say to you? how am i goin to react? how will things be? how would others react to you? what would others think about you? So i am like so wanting to meet you bet yet am afraid to meet you too. I don't even know how you looks like. Yeah~ I heard that teacher will be the middle man during the short introduction. But yet still i'm a little muddled up now. What more the situations around me is not helping me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To meet you or jz stay alone. To meet you or jz stay alone. I don't have a choice do i? But i really want to meet up with fellow buddies that will be meeting you as well. Miss them all. And making things worst, they all are coming at different times. Teacher said that you will be coming at 10, but the news said that you are coming at 11. So everybody will be coming at totally different times. Hmm~ I'm not really sure who will i be able to meet. But i sure hope to meet all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies~Enough of my rambling. Really looking forward to meet you on Thursday! Byez~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-5457387320836797806?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/5457387320836797806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=5457387320836797806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/5457387320836797806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/5457387320836797806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-sptm.html' title='To SPTM'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-1508713027019803671</id><published>2007-03-12T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T17:38:22.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Show you in your blog. But i can show you in mine. *grin*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not getting married anytime soon. I just din know how am i suppose to show a wedding dress to somebody that i know. NOTE: This is NOT for my wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/et_kablunk/signature24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice or not? I duwan to post anymore... I will be tortured in future if i did. I think i just killed myself. Haha~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-1508713027019803671?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/1508713027019803671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=1508713027019803671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/1508713027019803671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/1508713027019803671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/03/cant-show-you-in-your-blog-but-i-can.html' title='Can&apos;t Show you in your blog. But i can show you in mine. *grin*'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-8259490461236122034</id><published>2007-03-08T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T14:58:22.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Thursday~ The day after when they release Bleach~</title><content type='html'>I need to post a new post or else you would be looking at that pink dress the first thing you enter my blog. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh~ When are they goin to announce the results. It is taking to long. Must we be kept in suspense? But they still need to go through proper procedures right? Ok~ Patience man. It will come out and when it does it is goin to be really a busy week for you. Whoa~ Apply for IPTA, finding scholarships, abit of self study with high hopes that what i'm studying is what i will get. Useless i guess but it is good for general knowledge right? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway~ I've been doin my reading, books on personal issues, as well as fictional books too. Making sure that my english improves alot before varsity starts. It is my core language afterall and the only one that i rely on. Anyway my friend agreed to teach me mandarin. YAY!!! But under a condition. I had to teach her guitar... -_-''' I'm a bad teacher... Aih~ ok fine... I can brush-up on my teaching skills oso... But i wonder how i will be tought, and if i would ever learn. I've been distracted from other things that i haven sit down and do it... Come to think of it, now looks like a good time to do it than spoiling my eyes in front of the computer with all the particles being shoot through my body, and deafening my eats with the loud music. (I just found out that my hearing is a little spoilt cause i keep hearing a ringing sound in my ears, and i just read that it is getting spoilt. I'm becoming DEAF!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok~ *curi from ee sheng* Adios to all... I go and read some chinese. Haha~If i ever succesfully do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT: Ee Sheng can't excess her MSN in tasmania (Have you met a tasmanian devil yet neice?) and can only use skype. So download skype and thats an ORDER!! (if you ever did considered me as your commander and chief. Haha~)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-8259490461236122034?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/8259490461236122034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=8259490461236122034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/8259490461236122034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/8259490461236122034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-is-thursday-day-after-when-they.html' title='Today is Thursday~ The day after when they release Bleach~'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-9044606075333745743</id><published>2007-03-04T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:21:36.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a nice dress... should i put up more?? hmm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/RerhyxyFoEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/qEMl0liigkA/s1600-h/CC-3218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038087395640451138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/RerhyxyFoEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/qEMl0liigkA/s320/CC-3218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Y a dress here all of a sudden. Well i was finding wedding items for her project (no it is not for my wedding, though it did made me wish to do so) and i find this dress very pretty. a little to big for my niece though (no i haven bought it yet). Just simply posting it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-9044606075333745743?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/9044606075333745743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=9044606075333745743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/9044606075333745743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/9044606075333745743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/03/nice-dress-should-i-put-up-more-hmm.html' title='a nice dress... should i put up more?? hmm..'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/RerhyxyFoEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/qEMl0liigkA/s72-c/CC-3218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-5294177250952850593</id><published>2007-03-03T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:10:22.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY crashing series 2</title><content type='html'>Wow~ it is one week since that event.. And now i'm only blogging it... haha~ sorry that it took me so long, but i was somehow not drawn to blogger to blog away. Yes, i was online but blogging just didn't come to my mind at all, though i came often to check who came by and get some updates from fellow bloggers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Announcements first: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dao's blog and chat box is active again, so go and spam in his chat box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swee Luo's blog has changed to sanguine1987.blogger.com and her chat box is also reactivated. So~ you know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunrong (this is old news but anyway) has a officially change to blogger, no more friendster blog for him now. Finally no more hassel with adding comments into his post. It is ezglow.blogspot.com. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anybody has sharmini's blog? I've lost her's already. Hey! Sharm, if you pass by can you give me your blog add??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- end of announcements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all the links are in the link column. If it is not working please inform me.&lt;br /&gt;*What's with the formality man!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok~ back to the topic of the event. I did not went for the first 3 houses. *sorry yah, jia wen, zheng dao and kenson.* I had to help around the house and i malas one to go that side that day.. *silly grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually if you guys did not know, I'm suppose to chase you all to Tuck Kee restorant for dinner cause it will be an overload for my mom for 11 persons. (That is what Jia said... I din know that the numbers reduced)So it was the only the next morning that my mom said she will cook dinner, under one condition: I had to go to market and Carrefour to buy the ingredients. Hmm~ Ok. That will definately make Jia Wen happy. The menu: Pizza~ Not just any odinary pizza. You had to make it yourself..Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the market, say the dead chickens, fish, and pig, skinned frogs, fresh veg and fruits, the different types of food for breakfast and lunch, the beggers etc. Hey~ But today is saturday... Aren't you guys suppose to be at home? Well, unfortunately all came out that day. And i thought they were either north or south. Sigh~ Had a hard time finding parking, thats why. Carrefour was not that bad~ actually it was rahter empty. Most of the shops inside haven't open yet because it was only 9:45 and we left at 10. Hehe~ fast shoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~ I had to tell my mum. No BEEF. I don't know who can or not eat. hmm... Spend a part of the afternoon preparing it. 4 main courses, tuna, chicken, pork and uhh... i forgot the fourth... Hmm... Then had to clean the house, i'm not goin through the details... And i think i slept... i'm not sure how long... but pretty long alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i woke up, i found out that mister Jia haven called me yet, and it was about 5 already. So i called him and he just reach terminal putra. Ahh~ good thing... That time they were goin to Ying Huey's house. *Ok that was not on the list* And coincidently Gracie message me said that she want to go. *grin* So i waited for her until about 5:45 and went to fetch her from ktm kepong station. At that time it was raining heavily and they said they were goin to Charlene's house. I was wondering how are they going to Charlene's house under this rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving the waja by the way. And i'm not used to driving big cars, the kancils are nice and cosy for me. So i've crashed the back of the car into a pole of a sign board, with Grace inside.. *Ouch!!* Thank God that there were not marks on the car, which made me pretty suprised. Drove carefully to Charlene's house and parked in a back lane. Were busy finding 96. saw 92, then went a little lower, 84... eh? Went down the road sumore, 6* (i forgot) Ok... it is higher, but we have walked quite a distance. So we had to walk up the road again. Good excercise for grace. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the first house we visit. Yay~ Went in, found ken, dao, hui jin, jia, ying huey and... where's charlene? Later found out that she fetch CP and SL to the station. *Eh~ which station ar?? yahor.. there is a station near by there.. but where?* Talk with the mum about the dog.. Uhh... Uohooo.. Errr~ I forgot the name d... Ate some jelly and green pea biscuits. I never liked green pea biscuits anyway, but this was an exception, it was nice! Then Jia was like, wanting me to give the signal to move, stating that Hui Jin need to go etc.. We din until Charlene came back, Grace request to see Charlene first, and it is only polite to meet the host before goin right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove them to my house. Haha~ No accidents. But they were definately squashed at the back of the car. 5 at the back and 1 infront and that will be kenson, who had the biggest but. Hehe~ At the entrence of my taman we meet hui jin's family car. (which was also packed... I think there was more in there) But the parents said that she came over and wish my parents before goin. I don't know the traditions to well in detail, but you din't have to be so courteous around me, but~ oh well. They, if i may put it, encountered my nephew and nieces and started to gugu gaga over them. Haha~ Ok lar... Jz joking. But somehow it took them sometime to move them from the hall to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the pizza making begin. Throw the liao, then the cheese, the crab sticks, cheddar, mazerella etc... I forgot all that there was... and throw it into the oven then wait till the cheese melt nicely over the pizza and it is ready to eat. About 4 roti nun sized pizza went in and came out and eaten, a fifth much later by jia wen. Then ledt the house about 10:15 to Gracie house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took sometime go reach there, but i duno what makes you think that our house are near. The nearest, well yes followed by charlene, ying huey then ee sheng (become and oosie already. LoL) Went in meet the mum and dad and talk with them, and had a few mini games there too. I challenge kenson to a wasabi green pea eating competition, which i lost. T_T Then Dao was challenged to open an orange. Haha~ which he succesfully open and i had to eat 2 oranges after the heavy dinner. Oklar~ the requirements was he open it and i eat it. Should not have open the first orange. Stayed there till 11:00. Hehe~ They were late for their train of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left the house i had to ask Grace mum to lend me her daughter, just in case i got lost. :P Fetch them to masjid jamek station and send ying huey home by post. Yeah~ When she was sleeping we packed her nicely into a box then send it to the post office to be posted home. Home the parents were not worried sick.. Hehe~ Nah~ not that cruel, just drove her home. Finally after not getting lost send Gracie home. Then me reach home and drop dead in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is not the end, sadly for me. I still continued to drive in my sleep, i was not sure specificly where but if i am not mistaken (it is a dream that you just can't remember) I had the dun of kicking people out of the car. Muahah~ Then the next morning woke up with that bad feeling that you are in the car to long, my legs feeling cram. I don't know, it is just that uncomfortable feeling after being in the car to long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately the uncomfortableness was forgotten when i reach church, but i reach there late cause i could not wake up. Thank God that my church is near by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-5294177250952850593?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/5294177250952850593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=5294177250952850593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/5294177250952850593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/5294177250952850593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/03/cny-crashing-series-2.html' title='CNY crashing series 2'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-5608919884572047877</id><published>2007-03-02T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T20:33:57.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaiiiieee~</title><content type='html'>And behold, here is a song that just pop out of no where, according to the tune 'O McDonal'. Make sure when you say 'MacDonal' with a chinese pasar slang k~ Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh MacDo-nal Had Ar Farm&lt;br /&gt;Eeeee~Aaaiiiieee~Eeeee~Aaiiee~Oooooo~&lt;br /&gt;And on his farm he had two legs&lt;br /&gt;Eeeee~Aaaiiiieee~Eeeee~Aaiiee~Oooooo~&lt;br /&gt;And He had to run here&lt;br /&gt;And He had to run there,&lt;br /&gt;Here run, there run&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere he oso got run&lt;br /&gt;O MacDo-nal Had Ar Farm&lt;br /&gt;Eeeee~ Aaaaiiieee~ Eeeeee~ Aiiieee~ Oooooooo~~~&lt;br /&gt;and oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed the song? Give your comments~ If you really like it, start sing it to your friends. Have fun guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It just came... Hahahahaha~!!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-5608919884572047877?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/5608919884572047877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=5608919884572047877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/5608919884572047877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/5608919884572047877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/03/aaaaiiiieee.html' title='Aaaaiiiieee~'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-3566838937914117523</id><published>2007-02-27T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T13:44:17.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drummers for Christ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.drummerforchrist.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/et_kablunk/drummerforchrist.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo~ To all christian drummers. Check this out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T Y don't they have David's for Christ? hm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-3566838937914117523?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/3566838937914117523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=3566838937914117523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3566838937914117523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/3566838937914117523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/02/drummers-for-christ.html' title='Drummers for Christ...'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-1738413491443614514</id><published>2007-02-19T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T18:40:58.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>up penang hill</title><content type='html'>Today went up penang hill. Gosh~ It was tiring. My family with my the family i'm staying with (the kong's) went up and my interestingly my family was half dead after the long hiking up the hill. there nothing much interesting to say. Most of the way i was busy finding a walking good walking stick for me to  use. Meet a few people, fit looking people goin down the hill and very few goin up. Maybe because we were goin at the same pace so we din't see each other. But throughout the whole track most would say, "another 15-20 minutes to reach..." I din really heard reach where but i assume that it will the at the end, but most were refering to the stops along the track. If you know of the tracks, we started at the 'moon gate' and end at penang hill. There were 3 stops along the hiking track. So maybe that is why they keep saying that it was 15-20 minutes to reach out destination. But it looks like the whole thing took...2 hours? I think... From 8:15 to about 12:45.. Yeah, one an a half hours. But i have never hiked for so long and i do wish to go again someday. We were moving very slow if you might think that it was long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-1738413491443614514?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/1738413491443614514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=1738413491443614514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/1738413491443614514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/1738413491443614514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/02/up-penang-hill.html' title='up penang hill'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-8990979628939717196</id><published>2007-02-19T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T18:27:37.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion</title><content type='html'>Yo! How was your family reunion and holidays?? How much have you all collected?? Ok kk better dun tell me anything or else if your moneys gone, hehe~ not i took it ok.  But i would like you to belanja me lar... Can? Can? Can oso bring me go ice skating... haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, will tell you about mine.  Mine was on saturday night, or at least part of it was. I forgot what did we had for that diner togather. My short term memory lost. Sigh~ My eldest aunt din come down because she did not want to join the group of crazy 'balik kampung'-er's. Yah~ now i remember what we had, dishes. But what they are i am a little lazy to go through the whole list la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i thought that was the reunion dinner itself. Next day was Sunday, so went to church, the one that keeps so much memory and history all togather of my own, my families as well as penang. I love the singing of hymns togahter with the congregation as well as the speaker especially for this special time, chinese new year.  Do you want to come to penang now?? hehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had birthday mee for lunch... but uhh... no.. that was breakfast actually. Then the actual reunion begin. Haha~ We had steamboat, much to my dislike, but fine... It is not something that you get to eat everyday right? I tried to avoid the fish though.. The rest of the evening and night was spent playing with my cousin's and chatting with family friends and relatives who are in NZ through skype.  It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all i guess... Of course i'm not goin to tell you when i took my ang pows... Hehe~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-8990979628939717196?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/8990979628939717196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=8990979628939717196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/8990979628939717196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/8990979628939717196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/02/reunion.html' title='Reunion'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-6251295898995827406</id><published>2007-02-17T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T18:49:27.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>Gosh~ The trafic along the highway is terrible. The whole jurney took 10 hours and it was raining then stoped, the drizzeling, then stop then heavy shower to the far extend that you can't see the car up front that was a few feet away. Thank God that i am safely in the house of my aunt, using their laptop to blog... Hehe~ so nice that i can do this. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the house a little pass 6 in the morning and reach her about 4:30 pm. 10 HOURS sitting in the car all squash up, my legs longing for a stretch and all the stops are overflowing with people wanting the toilet so bad. I just wish that they went before they left the house. Go and pee lah puas puas before leaving the house. Or don't drink so much water before leaving the house. Teruk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way actaully wanted to reach ipoh to have lunch but because of the bad traffic we ended along the old highway a little south from ipoh. It was at a crawl, but not a stand still. Wait... I correct myself. It was smooth then on the crawl then smooth then on the crawl again... etc... you get what i mean right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh~ Btw... Dun mind if you all can jz tell me how was your CNY hols in the comment box? I wanna know, am alittle itchy eared to know about whats happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, GONG XI FA CHAI!!! KUAI KUAI KAHWIN!! then ANG POW NA LAI!! hehe~&lt;br /&gt;(HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!! FASTER GET MARRIED!! I WANT ANG POW!!) *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all potential couples (not including me~ hehe), faster faster~ I can't wait for my ang pow. *giggle* I will wait for you all for my ang pow. Have fun during the new year where ever you are and what ever your doing. Gong Xi Gong Xi!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-6251295898995827406?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/6251295898995827406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=6251295898995827406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/6251295898995827406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/6251295898995827406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-1493629959610240615</id><published>2007-02-16T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T23:28:48.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My day's~</title><content type='html'>hey~ to all... I don't seem to have much time here, so since there is a little more time before i get chased away or i have to switch of the computer, letta me blog of what i have been doin lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have quit my job already, last monday hehe~ which means i am a free man once again. Ok that is not totally true because definately my mom will have something for me to do, or otherwise i would find something to do, and the latest one was a book that my mom recomended to me and am kinda stuck in the book now. Only today i just received my salary. Sigh~ Btw i dun have enough to belanja you all... sorry ya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine was a quiet one, like always for me. Nothing much really happen except me waking up to drowsy to think straight which many times i feel like i was goin to crash into the wall. Well it was a good thing i din't, but i do wish i did so i could faint and return to my unconcious would again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be traveling back to penang with the family and join in the host of balik kampung-er's, which means nice peanut and jam sandwitch on the harsh and hot black bread (that is the road). I pray that there won't be any accidents along the way, or better the whole day did not have any at all, or even better, none this whole hols. It would be a miracle, but it is not impossible right? Must be optimistic. Will be back by tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw~ I don't feel like goin out anymore the next week or the week after. Am to tired to move anymore. Would like to stay motionless if i could but i body would not allow that because it will twitch or fidget when it is stationary.  Hmm... *poink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-1493629959610240615?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/1493629959610240615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=1493629959610240615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/1493629959610240615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/1493629959610240615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-days.html' title='My day&apos;s~'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-7838967111699171847</id><published>2007-02-06T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T23:26:49.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The latest picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/RcidHkIni_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/N3yuinJ_QAc/s1600-h/CIMG6534i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028441737243626482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/RcidHkIni_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/N3yuinJ_QAc/s320/CIMG6534i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is the latest picture that was take. *grin* And it's with Tommy, say 'Hi!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at the cf convention the last saturday with Tommy, Felix and another younger F1 brother... (sorry i literally forgot). ... And this is the result of taking a picture with Tommy, we were laughing at the picture. Tommy looks so sad... I wonder why... hmm~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-7838967111699171847?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/7838967111699171847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=7838967111699171847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/7838967111699171847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/7838967111699171847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/02/latest-picture.html' title='The latest picture'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPkR74K8YzQ/RcidHkIni_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/N3yuinJ_QAc/s72-c/CIMG6534i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-8803898947225220008</id><published>2007-02-02T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T14:24:16.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not working anymore...</title><content type='html'>Alo~ forgot to mention that i am not working anymore...&lt;br /&gt;The company that i am suppose to work in postpone the project  to March~ which means, i  will be staying at home all this while until something new comes up, or i make something new come up. :&gt; The company does some kinda survey for new products, so what i think that i am suppose to do was to over look that the procedures goes well and that everything is according to what is planed... simple? I don't think so, but i am not goin to do that anymore, so i dunno what it is really like. Which means~ I'm free!!! Wanna go genting?? (i badly wanted to go to the theme park~)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12445638-8803898947225220008?l=cheahchiyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/feeds/8803898947225220008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12445638&amp;postID=8803898947225220008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/8803898947225220008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12445638/posts/default/8803898947225220008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheahchiyee.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-not-working-anymore.html' title='I&apos;m not working anymore...'/><author><name>David C Zaius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05578740689036912199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445638.post-3288323879110471491</id><published>2007-02-02T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T00:50:46.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badminton on hari wilayah and thaipusam</title><content type='html'>Caffeine~ My ama said that she drank to much caffeine~ Yeah~ i'm fine with it, it is just that i have been drinking to much milk. It is a milk craving, how? How would i know, i just want to drink milk. Went to 7eleven twice to buy milk an a third fruit juice (I thought that i drank to much milk, or else i would have buy that too) And now i feel like drinking milk so give me a second while i make myself a cup of cold milk~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done~ Nice milk~ and i finish nearly all of it, and i want more. Maybe later make somemore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went for badminton, well it was planed to do so, but uhh... you'll find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the house around 1:15 with my parents for lunch, yeah~ get to eat out! Then left fot the ktm at 1:45pm... And i'm suppose to be there at 2... hehe~ i was sure taking my sweet time lenggang here, and lenggang there. (the time is not exact cause i was not looking at the time at that moment). By the time i reach them it was 2:25, yeah~ good thing they din kill me. I was the last person there, and poor Yen Kee was waiting in front of S&amp;M and i was so near her but din know that she was there. Sorry yar~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to mydin to by shuttle cocks, yah~ none of us brought any, and we went to the top floor of S&amp;M and see ~CLOSE~ Haha~ I could safely say that they nearly sliced of jia wen's head But what to do~ Sooo~ We went to 1 cafe (i'm still sick of the food there) and play pool. Thank God that i had a heart felt lunch minutes ealier so i did not have to eat there. Yeah~ those who was there were Jia, Dao, Yen Kee, Ying Huey her bro and best friend, Eric and Pheobe. Later saw (i only saw, i din greet him oso, he was a little far away) Jia's cousin. 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