<?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-6393374845090117176</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:06:48.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rolling into the streets of happiness..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>273</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-7585746282044803127</id><published>2012-01-07T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T00:19:56.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again, i feel so damn fucked up. With studies. I'm not a person who complain much. And I'm not complaining that it is too hard. I just feel WHAT THE FUCK CIBAI FUCK FUCK FUCK GO STUFF YOUR HEAD IN A TOILET BOWL. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope there's actually people i can talk to here and I don't have to do it through skype or facebook. Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-7585746282044803127?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7585746282044803127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=7585746282044803127' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7585746282044803127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7585746282044803127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2012/01/once-again-i-feel-so-damn-fucked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-3120911627745663843</id><published>2012-01-06T09:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T10:12:10.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being 18</title><content type='html'>My post is always late but never mind. Just wanted to recap 2011 since it's already the 6th day of 2012.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As most people know, I'm born at the very last few days of the year. So, instead of being 19 years old in 2011, im actually spending my 18th year of my life during 2011. Yes, 18. The age where you become official for almost anything. The time where PG18 doesn't bother you anymore. I find 2011 special cos its one of the years which i have done and achieved things different from the previous years. Let's see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I welcomed 2011 in my friend's toilet. The most awesome thing and always proud to tell everyone. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Won an aerobic competition with my class in matrix. Sounds normal but it's one thing I've never thought of achieving together with my classmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Broke a toenail while jumping on friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Enjoying my matrix life with frens. One of the best in the list. Futsal, pictures, quarreling, screaming and almost every crazy things. Really miss this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TQdfGmboy4k/TwZX1rYSU5I/AAAAAAAAArw/YYmpgPgqPBs/s1600/384305_2378851523805_1626150067_2355804_959883033_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TQdfGmboy4k/TwZX1rYSU5I/AAAAAAAAArw/YYmpgPgqPBs/s320/384305_2378851523805_1626150067_2355804_959883033_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694335358545843090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Had the biggest bike fall of my life. Bandaged for more than 1 month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L4F9mu91j2Q/TwZX0_HsiZI/AAAAAAAAArc/nZ_6qcd6ZKQ/s1600/263359_2108462144697_1039870135_32120799_3505468_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L4F9mu91j2Q/TwZX0_HsiZI/AAAAAAAAArc/nZ_6qcd6ZKQ/s320/263359_2108462144697_1039870135_32120799_3505468_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694335346665097618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Got dentistry in UKM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mwrhsgaeiRk/TwZYCCft3bI/AAAAAAAAAsA/RTxAflLQf1g/s1600/Untitled1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mwrhsgaeiRk/TwZYCCft3bI/AAAAAAAAAsA/RTxAflLQf1g/s320/Untitled1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694335570909453746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Got a car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Joined an open futsal competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vapNTo9khzY/TwZX0NcdRKI/AAAAAAAAArE/2-TrJQCv6KI/s1600/261844_2056459824214_1626150067_2033744_2686590_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vapNTo9khzY/TwZX0NcdRKI/AAAAAAAAArE/2-TrJQCv6KI/s320/261844_2056459824214_1626150067_2033744_2686590_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694335333330404514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Brought juniors all the way to Singmal. Lost, but still the cream of the cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ADKP5rrOMfY/TwZX0U5IbdI/AAAAAAAAArU/H6H21v41aec/s1600/251356_10150215459479732_548974731_6973454_7507580_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ADKP5rrOMfY/TwZX0U5IbdI/AAAAAAAAArU/H6H21v41aec/s320/251356_10150215459479732_548974731_6973454_7507580_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694335335329721810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Had the best holiday of my life. Driving around, eating, playing Monopoly Deal in restaurants with totally no worries in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wa92yZ9vEGA/TwZX1BDJNxI/AAAAAAAAAro/NQVVHogIoSQ/s1600/264759_10150316974570041_542980040_9787268_7306892_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wa92yZ9vEGA/TwZX1BDJNxI/AAAAAAAAAro/NQVVHogIoSQ/s320/264759_10150316974570041_542980040_9787268_7306892_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694335347182876434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Ended 2011 with great friends as well in KL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, that's all. I hope 2012 can be as good and fun and crazy like 2011. To those that think my life is dull, fuck you cos i appreciate my life in 2011 and many more others can't get to do all this crazy things which I get to do with the people around me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward for another great year i hope. New year resolution = "not the type that have new year resolutions"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-3120911627745663843?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3120911627745663843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=3120911627745663843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3120911627745663843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3120911627745663843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2012/01/being-18.html' title='Being 18'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TQdfGmboy4k/TwZX1rYSU5I/AAAAAAAAArw/YYmpgPgqPBs/s72-c/384305_2378851523805_1626150067_2355804_959883033_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-8250656437696925436</id><published>2011-12-24T08:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T09:29:31.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 2011</title><content type='html'>It's Christmas Eve today! Ok. Let me put up some xmas pics to give the feel. As if!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, in my previous post, I did mentioned that I'm looking forward for a great December. And i sort of did. Now that December is almost coming to an end, let me just some up all the great stuffs in December. ONLY THE GREAT STUFF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3-fd-gNsA4/TvUojJODQ8I/AAAAAAAAAqs/VL_AowCnVq0/s1600/14102.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3-fd-gNsA4/TvUojJODQ8I/AAAAAAAAAqs/VL_AowCnVq0/s320/14102.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689498288487875522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So first up, TEST! I'll let the word describe the feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we have Lantern Festivals or we refer in it as Pesta Tanglung in UKM. There was 2. One in my college itself and another one in the main campus in Bangi. So almost all my coursemates went for both events. December is the so-called "active" month for us dental students cos we're sort of FREE FROM TESTS. That's why. So we just enjoyed the performance there, make tangyuan and have fun. Performance in Bangi was great, but technical problem can be improved by miles for sure. Much more others can be improved cos the one that I attended in UM, is quite a cracker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmkoWyhj95o/TvUn4e1Qp_I/AAAAAAAAAo4/73f6OrDWkF4/s1600/2011-12-07%2B21.07.05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmkoWyhj95o/TvUn4e1Qp_I/AAAAAAAAAo4/73f6OrDWkF4/s320/2011-12-07%2B21.07.05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689497555555100658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having our tea in the Lantern Festival held in college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6BONzDEdX2E/TvUn48bxBmI/AAAAAAAAApI/Fm8OToEbSX4/s1600/2011-12-07%2B21.35.45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6BONzDEdX2E/TvUn48bxBmI/AAAAAAAAApI/Fm8OToEbSX4/s320/2011-12-07%2B21.35.45.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689497563501233762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hx8ffdtmQJs/TvUpnLxr_YI/AAAAAAAAAq4/h8Tem439SMQ/s1600/384562_261550470560743_199418796773911_660695_1661969575_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hx8ffdtmQJs/TvUpnLxr_YI/AAAAAAAAAq4/h8Tem439SMQ/s320/384562_261550470560743_199418796773911_660695_1661969575_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689499457405320578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The main Pesta Tanglung in UKM Bangi. More than 1000's attended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cXOEGppYPMg/TvUn6IywC9I/AAAAAAAAApQ/APP4QSWhTC4/s1600/2011-12-10%2B20.25.03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cXOEGppYPMg/TvUn6IywC9I/AAAAAAAAApQ/APP4QSWhTC4/s320/2011-12-10%2B20.25.03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689497583998733266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Performance for the VIP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tgMHvgsW6iQ/TvUn6QO7ugI/AAAAAAAAApg/iGX85xCtlpA/s1600/2011-12-10%2B21.32.15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tgMHvgsW6iQ/TvUn6QO7ugI/AAAAAAAAApg/iGX85xCtlpA/s320/2011-12-10%2B21.32.15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689497585995987458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stage drama performance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day right after coming back from Bangi, which we reached the college around midnight, I went for a run. I won't call it a marathon or even a half marathon cos its so short. It's about a 6 to 7km run around Titiwangsa Lake. Guys take 2 rounds and girls take 1 round. And i came in 14th out of all participants. If not for those UPNM students who participated, I would have got top5 and a LARGER hamper to the one i got. Sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cM-HmybO-B4/TvUoh5_uJWI/AAAAAAAAAqU/VcWg_9FZD2s/s1600/2011-12-11%2B11.50.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cM-HmybO-B4/TvUoh5_uJWI/AAAAAAAAAqU/VcWg_9FZD2s/s320/2011-12-11%2B11.50.10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689498267221370210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the run that I went. Organised by college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qsQ9H_JvuZw/TvUn7WFhFdI/AAAAAAAAApo/lb_Fg0Ou-54/s1600/2011-12-11%2B08.08.58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qsQ9H_JvuZw/TvUn7WFhFdI/AAAAAAAAApo/lb_Fg0Ou-54/s320/2011-12-11%2B08.08.58.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689497604746974674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Almost everyone from my course that went. Some didn't get into the picture and some sleeping in the room. So sad that the guy is always the photographer=( Lol jkjk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-90xgbbGthhg/TvUohsdid1I/AAAAAAAAAqI/ge4Ih9pqPmk/s1600/2011-12-11%2B10.54.02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-90xgbbGthhg/TvUohsdid1I/AAAAAAAAAqI/ge4Ih9pqPmk/s320/2011-12-11%2B10.54.02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689498263588337490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The mini hamper and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FQHu5b4p1A4/TvUohDp9w9I/AAAAAAAAAp8/8FPBRmUfWL4/s1600/2011-12-11%2B09.39.47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FQHu5b4p1A4/TvUohDp9w9I/AAAAAAAAAp8/8FPBRmUfWL4/s320/2011-12-11%2B09.39.47.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689498252634604498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My number&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week after that, my friends and me went back to the place we first started our friendship. The great place called Kolej Matrikulasi Melaka. Went back there to brief juniors on university applications and look around plus having fun. Glad to see there's still people coming to apply dentistry. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T5oBOVumJws/TvUoiVj_QYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ZV7MArzHIjc/s1600/2011-12-17%2B09.16.05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T5oBOVumJws/TvUoiVj_QYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ZV7MArzHIjc/s320/2011-12-17%2B09.16.05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689498274621243778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only picture that I've got in my phone. OUR SHOES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't plan to stay overnight when we went there, but fyi, this group of people is always doing something you can never think of. So, 4 of us, Lanchew, Peng, Ongpek and me had the sudden urge to stay overnight and we went to Melaka Town a 6pm whereas Jying, Gxian, Andrew and Barry went home. Ok fine. We were so happy in the taxi on the way there until we started searching for hotels. Freak. NO FREAKING HOTEL in the whole Melaka Town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started to have butterflies in our stomaches now. We rushed to Melaka Central and reached at 9 and rushed for a 9pm bus=.= I reached Pudu at 11.30pm, just in time for me to get the last LRT. Thank god the guard saw me before he locked the door. Damn. Story hasn't ended. Reached Titiwangsa LRT station and i see NO TAXI but a group of people flagging down taxis by the road. GOSH. I started walking and thank god, i saw one. Got up and went back to my room safely. Phew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, the next great stuff is that i met up with Zaky. Yes, the guy who looked like David Blaine. MIA-ed for so freaking long. Went to Sutera Mall for the very first time in my life to have the only Subway available in JB. It was Zaky's first try. So yea,  did a lot of catching up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going for futsal later with my old shoes cos i forgot to bring back my new one from KL=.= And heading to Midvalley tomorrow morning for a camera convention. In the coming week, it's New Year! Counting down with great frens from JB in KL. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for now, let's just hope everyone have a very Merry Xmas. Now i know why school holidays are always in December. Cos it's a chance for us to end our year with in a very great way. Thanks for everything that I've got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-8250656437696925436?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/8250656437696925436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=8250656437696925436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/8250656437696925436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/8250656437696925436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-2011.html' title='December 2011'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3-fd-gNsA4/TvUojJODQ8I/AAAAAAAAAqs/VL_AowCnVq0/s72-c/14102.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-3193314476023461877</id><published>2011-12-07T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T01:09:39.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know how to start writing now. All i can say is that life is full of ups and downs like a roller coaster. The usual stuffs people say. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do we see a person's true colours? Put that person in a troubled situation and see how it's overcomed? This world is full of unexpected creatures and things. Sometimes it's better just to live in our own world, looking at the 4 walls and entertain yourself without others giving you trouble. But, does this cause depression? LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good thing now is that i actually get to play futsal in KL, the way and people which i actually want. Challenging types. And i actually get to play with seniors which makes it even better to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, December is here. All my weekends are almost occupied. Currently thinking of somewhere to countdown during xmas this year. I should be back in JB for new year. Should dedicate one of the weekends to my family. New year resolutions? It's something that I am not used to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Questions people ask when december comes, " Have you achieved your new year resolutions?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My answer : What the fish is my new year resolution in the first place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward for a cracking December and of course, a brand new exciting year of 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( twenty twelve sounds creepy when mentioned )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-3193314476023461877?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3193314476023461877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=3193314476023461877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3193314476023461877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3193314476023461877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-dont-know-how-to-start-writing-now.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-8562381421229318346</id><published>2011-11-23T11:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T11:22:41.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fucked up feeling. FUCK MY LIFE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-8562381421229318346?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/8562381421229318346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=8562381421229318346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/8562381421229318346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/8562381421229318346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/11/fucked-up-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-6682952295611564680</id><published>2011-11-13T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T23:12:59.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New hair?</title><content type='html'>Current news round up, gotta dye my hair. Colour still in consideration. Something simple will do. Don't want to give the pai kia impression and i don't want to scare my lecturers off for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-6682952295611564680?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/6682952295611564680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=6682952295611564680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/6682952295611564680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/6682952295611564680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-hair.html' title='New hair?'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-8240641345817725638</id><published>2011-11-12T22:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T22:55:25.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A glimpse on the bright side of life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Finally back for holidays. No emo post after the previous one. Lol. Need to look on the bright side of life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Alright, felt really down after having so much fun wif frens from matrix, which made me realised the difference i had in my life now. Went to Sunway all the way from KL. Itinerary was eating  crappy stuff in front of Jusco, then ate again at Fullhouse, midnight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;那些年，我们一起追的女孩&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; movie, which was the climax of the trip. The movie was great, but one problem is it leaves a deep heavy feeling in everyone's heart, or maybe just mine. Nvm. Wouldn't mind watching it the second time. Feels so great when I am one the earliest among everyone to watch a top rated movie=D And it actually kept me awake during a midnite movie. I think its the first after so many trials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Went back to Geny's house at 2am at one of the place where most robbery occur ( i assume ). Next day, lunch at Levain Bakery and back to KTSN to face anatomy notes. Freak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Now that holidays have started, things are getting even better. First thing i get when i hopped onto to my mum's car in Petronas, MY NEW HANDPHONE! Well, i knew she ll buy me one but i didn't knew that she already bought it. And most importantly, even my bro and sis is using a new handphone. Ahh. Things started well. Then, went to get good food and seeing my family faces gives a nice feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Will be going back to KTSN on tuesday morning maybe. Crap. It's not even half of my holidays and i need to go back. Due to an event called Health Attack in Gopeng, Perak. UTP to be exact. Really caught my attention and i really want to experience it. So, there i go. But i didn't know that it ll take up half my holidays. Worse still, the monday right after I'm back from Perak, I'm having exams. F***.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sometimes i wonder, dentist or doctor suits me more?&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/6393374845090117176-8240641345817725638?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/8240641345817725638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=8240641345817725638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/8240641345817725638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/8240641345817725638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/11/glimpse-on-bright-side-of-life.html' title='A glimpse on the bright side of life.'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-3326507341937618944</id><published>2011-11-07T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T21:47:09.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exactly two months I didn't blog a single thing. Which indicates my two months anniversary in UKM. Life in UKM is exciting. Full of ups and downs. I thought that everything was going fine all this while. Orientation, IO, friends, accomodation and more. I got passed all of them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that was only what i thought. Recently realised that I am living the life that I have not been going through all this while. Friends are a great factor. And just realised that friends I have now isn't the same with the friends i used to have, for the past 19 years of life. Yes. Since primary school, secondary school and also matrix. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to be as crazy as ever. I don't want to live this life for the coming 5 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things can't be unchanged and i must adapt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-3326507341937618944?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3326507341937618944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=3326507341937618944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3326507341937618944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3326507341937618944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/11/exactly-two-months-i-didnt-blog-single.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-4665849976744548757</id><published>2011-09-04T19:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T20:20:54.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best days in my 4 month holiday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1st September 2011. Did nothing much actually. But was freaking tiring. Went for badminton early in the morning with Julian, Wenjie and Gary. A last minute call. Ok. Just go la. I'm leaving for uni!! How can i still let go such meet ups?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right after Badminton. Rushed home to eat home-cooked meesiam. Mum was on leave. Another great thing. Then i left the house for Tebraucity, to get Julian's birthday present. Bought a Malaysia away jersey, which was what he wanted. He didn't know that it was his birthday present when i asked him. Too easy to trick. Then fetched Liyin, Eunice and SeeToh to Carabao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had another gathering there. Ate and chat. Food was too spicy until we need to play a game to force each other to eat. Thai food spiciness is no joke. Lol. After the extreme spiciness, we headed to Tutti Frutti and Kebun Teh. First experience for quite many of us but it's nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then the next day. Was rather anxious for this date to come cos there's a party that night. That's all.  Haha. Sort of a massive gathering, before "almost" everyone leaves for uni. That includes Yunshan, Teoh, Pikyang, me and also Julian ( the odd one leaving for UK ).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played futsal from 4 to 6pm. Didn't really get to enjoy this one cos i dunno many of them. Almost half i guess. Headed home right after the game and showered and get ready for the party. I tied and wrapped Julian's gift myself. Woo! I even sms-ed him at 7pm saying i won't be attending the party cos of some crappy reasons and he believed. Told you he's to easy to trick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached the party and almost everyone's there. Did the usual stuff. Chat, watched tv, discriminate Chindian's and humiliate people in public. The were showing the live telecast of China vs Singapore. Obviously, we're on China's side. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And most importantly, Julian's parents got him an MU cake. Emo shit. I even shouted I love MU in the party=.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best part of the day, we decided to play futsal at 10.30pm. Game started at 12.15am. We rock, seriously. Played till 1.15am. This is the first time a plan went on so successfully. Lol. Went home right after that and was tired like shit. Drop dead on the bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next day, I would call it a weird coincidence. Everyone's online so late at night and we skyped until 1.30am. I had steamboat yesterday night and was too full. So i slept like 30 minutes after i finished eating, which is at 9pm. So, i accidently fell asleep and how are we suppose to know "it's time to wake up"?? I hear my phone ringing and it's a call from Australia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my mind, "SHIT! I'm screwed". All Julian's fault. Promised someone to skype at night and I was in the convo so I'm involved too. Ok. It was 12am when i was waken up by that call. That's one of the weirdest thing. Wake up just to skype. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all. This holiday sort of ended almost perfectly for me. I'm missing it already. Home-cooked chicken chop waiting. Next post coming up before I leave for uni~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6393374845090117176-4665849976744548757?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4665849976744548757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=4665849976744548757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/4665849976744548757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/4665849976744548757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/09/best-days-in-my-4-month-holiday.html' title='Best days in my 4 month holiday.'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-4361362950299302503</id><published>2011-09-01T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T12:52:04.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S SEPTEMBER!</title><content type='html'>Ah. 11 days past and I didn't blog. Lost the 'eager-ness' to blog cos my routines are quite the same. Going out to play, futsal, badminton, movie. Ya all the same few things. Late night mamak. Watching MU win Arsenal 8-2. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But something is new in the family. New family member, iPad2=D Best buddy when it's 2am and nobody's online to talk to. Jailbroken and all apps keep coming in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prayers and done too. RIP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, i guess it's one the biggest events combined together. Hari Raya and National Day. My family went to Port Dickson on the 30th. On the eve of Merdeka, there was a firework display. And surprisingly, almost every hotel guest came out and shouted "Merdeka". Seriously, it's one of the best atmosphere you can get for Merdeka. Laser fights, flash light flashings, Merdeka screaming and fireworks thrown down the hotel room. I video-ed this incident but im not gonna upload it. Takes a long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss futsal already. It's been like 5 days without it. Ll there be company to play with in UKM? I doubt i can get back the fun I had in this 4 months. It's down to 6 days for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEPTEMBER IS HERE! I don't want to go to uni. I want to stay young forever!! I know I did mentioned b4 that thinking bout turning back time is wrong. But i don't want to turn back time. I want time to stop. That's it. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patriotism. How strong is it in Malaysia? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-4361362950299302503?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4361362950299302503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=4361362950299302503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/4361362950299302503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/4361362950299302503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-september.html' title='IT&apos;S SEPTEMBER!'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-1537273965378858777</id><published>2011-08-20T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T01:29:51.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random piece of crap.</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since i last posted any crap. My hamstring, getting better but I'm still worried though. Can't stretch much. Badminton, football and bla bla bla. Got to go slow on all this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of badminton, made me thought of the BWF World Championships. Well, if you don't know what I'm talking about, you should consider shifting out of Malaysia. I'M SERIOUS. Our Dato', or i prefer to just call him Lee Chong Wei, lost again to his arch rival LinDan. People might think why does he keep losing. Let's look on the bright side. He improved. If you can't see this fact, shift out of Malaysia too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very happy after the first set. Second set i expected to lose after watching halfway. My dad started to panic and started to put earphones and listen to music. Every time LinDan gets a point, he walks away to calm himself down. Big fan huh? I'm really sad that he lost. He was very close. Many people said, so near yet so far. It's a very usual situation we face in life too. So, don't blame him. He's just getting nearer to win LinDan. To those Malaysian's who support Lindan, seriously? Fine, i have no rights to change peoples choice. But, serious?!?!?!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--NBTmVRVzKA/Tk6bnaRnBpI/AAAAAAAAAow/A7gfznqRWqs/s1600/chong%2Bwei.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--NBTmVRVzKA/Tk6bnaRnBpI/AAAAAAAAAow/A7gfznqRWqs/s320/chong%2Bwei.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642618484512196242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We feel your pain. Although Malaysia is small compared to China, but our cheers in London are comparable. You rock the badminton world and you inspire to people to play badminton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enough of this. Next up, EPL started and Liverpool sooortt of started off ermm...rather bad??? They do kinda did badly against Sunderland. Come on, I have like, tonnes of Liverpool merchandises man. Give us hope! YWNA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I'm sort of addicted to Youtube channels. Just found out lately bout few Youtube celebrities. ( Ya, i know im slow ). But they really rock. At least they keep me company at night. I so want to try out video blogging some day but i doubt i have what it takes. It's really not easy. Now i know Asian's still rule. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Down to final two weeks plus of holidays. I want to enjoy! Drove around almost anytime i can. And i got my first saman today. Fine. Small offence=.= Met up with people all over the place. Raya is coming and let's sing the Raya songs. Time to meet up with friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-1537273965378858777?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1537273965378858777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=1537273965378858777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1537273965378858777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1537273965378858777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/08/random-piece-of-crap.html' title='Random piece of crap.'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--NBTmVRVzKA/Tk6bnaRnBpI/AAAAAAAAAow/A7gfznqRWqs/s72-c/chong%2Bwei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-2441849895752823780</id><published>2011-08-06T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T20:01:13.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First hamstring problem</title><content type='html'>I obviously overworked myself the past few days. Too much sports=.= Hamstring problem now. Can't stretch my right side.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another futsal competition coming up this Sunday. Another event for experiences. Hopefully we advance to the next level. And hopefully my hamstring heals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-2441849895752823780?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/2441849895752823780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=2441849895752823780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/2441849895752823780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/2441849895752823780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-hamstring-problem.html' title='First hamstring problem'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-1855046133449195039</id><published>2011-07-31T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T23:24:43.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing much to blog. Life is still alright. As usual. Play, go out, spend money.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting a hook on Monopoly Deal. It looks stupid but hey, everyone's playing it and its much better than the usual Monopoly board game. The creator rocks man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puasa month is coming. I miss puasa month in matrix. I dunno why. The mood is just very nice. And the food as well. And how we dominate the whole cafe to ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, went to watch Malaysia vs Singapore at Singgah Selalu last Thursday. I admit. Malaysia's defense is still poor. Fumble easily. But the keeper rocks. Love him like shit. Keeps our adrenaline up throughout the match. Singapore could have gone up by 3 goals in the first half but the didn't thanks to Khairul Fahmi. Safee Sali's goal wasn't really expected by me. Even when he got the ball and stood in the penalty box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the atmosphere when he scores. Reminds me of watching football in matrix again. Everyone was standing on chairs and tables. Yes, it's a restaurant but peoples doing that. That's why it rocks. But we end up losing. Never mind. Try again. That's all we can say now. Malaysia's football is rising. Really hope to see them in World Cup some day. Although it seems impossible=.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am down to one month of holiday. 3 months have gone and people usually get bored of it. Yes, i am bored at home. Keep saying bored, bored, bored everyday to random people on FB and MSN. But, i know i ll miss doing this one day when i enter uni. I don't want holidays to end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-1855046133449195039?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1855046133449195039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=1855046133449195039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1855046133449195039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1855046133449195039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/07/nothing-much-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-645473335712902493</id><published>2011-07-22T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T00:03:00.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, another futsal invitation. Sort of loving it. I'm like a free agent player now. Haha. Got game just call me i play for you. Cheyyy. I'm thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i cant even run properly now. Cos of the clash with Kevin yesterday. Tibia vs tibia. Pain shit. Lucky no broken bone. I guess the fun is always more tempting. Playing with Jon's church friends tomorrow which means i know none of them=.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope i enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facing money problems. For my future, for my family, for my studies. Aihh. Which road should i take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just have a chat with my friend who keeps saying he regretted not choosing the right path. Or the 'path that should be taken'. Just like the poem, "The Road Not Taken". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I took the one less travelled by,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humans tend to remember negative occasions much easier. I think this case is faced by many people. We tend to remember decisions we regret than decisions that we've made right. Why is that so? How do we know? We always say, "I should've ... ", "Why didn't I ...", "If only I ...".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We never know what would happen if we take the other path. Sometimes being a hero and take the path less travelled by is good too. But consequences are big if things dun go the right way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate big decisions. There's totally no correct choice cos we won't know how things go if we chose the other one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, just be grateful for what we have. Totally trying to pitch this in me=.= What we have are what some others wanted and didn't get. We faced those moments too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-645473335712902493?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/645473335712902493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=645473335712902493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/645473335712902493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/645473335712902493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/07/ah-another-futsal-invitation.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-4859068947902174387</id><published>2011-07-22T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T01:19:45.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been writing for quite long. My previous post is still bout UKM=.= I'm getting over it. Be proud to study in UKM. Be proud to study dentistry. Be proud with what i get. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been going out lately. Everyday drive to nowhere. And tried new stuffs as well. Some of those things i like to do. As i mentioned, I've been jogging. Then tried gym. Went there alone after my friends gave up=.= We actually ate bakkutteh after gym. What's the point? Consume fats again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this guy named Julian Goh, getting sick of his face. Seeing him almost every single day for lunch. Why?? Cos both of us too bored and we stay too near. Feels so nice to have so many people in Perling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a huge gathering today at Nando's CS. Never knew Nando's existed there. Haha. I've been locking up myself at home for far too long. Great gathering. And then futsal with my juniors and Marc and Julian again and some of others. Was one of the best games I've ever had. Back on form and stamina is back. I guess jogging pays off. Hope to have more of such games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malaysia vs Singapore this coming weekend. Anyone want to go watch with me in mamak stall?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-4859068947902174387?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4859068947902174387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=4859068947902174387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/4859068947902174387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/4859068947902174387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/07/havent-been-writing-for-quite-long.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-4950094285991896492</id><published>2011-07-16T11:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T12:07:35.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5jEsCtlQxyU/TiEOSGLyA_I/AAAAAAAAAoo/TaRcEVy-i6g/s1600/Untitled1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5jEsCtlQxyU/TiEOSGLyA_I/AAAAAAAAAoo/TaRcEVy-i6g/s320/Untitled1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629796713250292722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's confirmed. I'm studying there for 5 years to become a dentist. I've yet to find any male coursemates except for LEGEND waaait for it....wait for it.... GARY!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing for 11 years. Haha. Not bad la at least i have someone i know there. The rest are all girls. Seems like im mixing with girls more for the next 5 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still a bit pissed with the system. It's unfair to see some of my friends who deserve it not getting it. But some people whose merit are obviously not as good got it. I feel that for myself too of cos but maybe im thinking too high of myself. Dentistry for chinese guys are not easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And again, i think they ignored secondary school koko and took 100% matrix. o0o la. How many times u wan to lie to me?? First is JPA now this. Stop giving false hopes and info.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-4950094285991896492?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4950094285991896492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=4950094285991896492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/4950094285991896492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/4950094285991896492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-confirmed.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5jEsCtlQxyU/TiEOSGLyA_I/AAAAAAAAAoo/TaRcEVy-i6g/s72-c/Untitled1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-7279189568395409772</id><published>2011-07-15T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T00:25:34.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UKM Dentistry here i come!! =D</title><content type='html'>I just got the news. Around 13 hours earlier. That I'll be studying in UKM pursuing my dreams as a dentist. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UKM : TAHNIAH! 92122801xxxx, TAN ZHEN WEI. Permohonan Anda Berjaya, Ijazah Doktor Pergigian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, the moment i received this message as a reply, it didn't make me smile at all. Not at all. I wanted UM. But i know, I can't be like this. I'm wrong this way. I need to be grateful. It's still my second choice. I've once told my juniors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Second is a loser to champions. Noone ever remembers a silver medalist in Olympic. Unless he breaks his leg getting the silver medal. If not, he's a nobody. People only remember the champions"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to get over it. Let's look on the bright side. Second is better than everyone except for one person. It's still good. Looking at all the congratulations on my status and sms, made me feel even worse. People are thinking that im happy. Yet, I'm feeling this way. Feelings are hard to control. It's just who i am and who we are. Our true self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm always like this. Setting my hopes and aims too high. When I've missed, i feel disappointed. Totally disappointed. Is it good this way??? I just want to be better. Thanks to those that understood me and talked to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling better now. Much better. Gonna continue my jog!!!!! And to those people i promised to give a TGIF treat, so sorry man. Looks like God wants you to pay yourselves. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E4H2iE2dg_E/Th8XfL9wQuI/AAAAAAAAAoY/cMQyAXzRquk/s1600/Untitled.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E4H2iE2dg_E/Th8XfL9wQuI/AAAAAAAAAoY/cMQyAXzRquk/s320/Untitled.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629243883791598306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;BE GRATEFUL!!! UKM Dentistry, here I come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-7279189568395409772?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7279189568395409772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=7279189568395409772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7279189568395409772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7279189568395409772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/07/ukm-dentistry-here-i-come-d.html' title='UKM Dentistry here i come!! =D'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E4H2iE2dg_E/Th8XfL9wQuI/AAAAAAAAAoY/cMQyAXzRquk/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-1748030331694577356</id><published>2011-07-13T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T00:12:09.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close shave from a second fall</title><content type='html'>Finally got my car. Dad took it for few days since his is spoiled. Major engine repair. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been jogging lately. Actually, I just started "lately". Lol. Hope to continue as long as i can. I want to join marathons=) And also be healthy of course and build stamina. Staying at home all day like a rotten meat waiting for decomposers to decompose me for the pass few days. Pay back time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started off with the field near my house. Nicely upgraded now. Nice goal post and fencing behind it. But still not good enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Bukit Indah. I almost fell to my death for the second time. Seriously. If you've been to the Bukit Indah park before, you should know why. There is a super giant longkang there. I shouldn't call it longkang la. Can even be a sungai if its full=.= Around 2 metres deep and 10 metres wide. Just build a stable cement bridge over it. And i almost tripped and fell as i was approaching that bridge i almost rolled down into that "giang longkang". Lucky for me to get back up on my feet. Was listening to music at an extremely high volume so i cant hear my surrounding. There's one middle aged man behind me when i turned back to check if there was anyone. I guess he was shocked too. Lol. Thank god im safe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want to try Istana Garden next time. It's been a long time since I've been there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going up to Serdang next week for my RCSI Perdana University interview. Almost everybody had done theirs except for me and few more, all thanks to Kangaroo Courier. Ok. I shall not complain anymore since i should be grateful that the shipment arrived, just late. Still, i ll try my best not to use it. Guys, Kangaroo Express, NOT a good choice. Took 3 days to reach KL from JB when they promised to reach the next day. I rather walk to KL and pass it myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My second JPA interview, this time for medicine. UPU results coming out this Friday. All i want to see this Friday is, UNIVERSITI MALAYA, DOKTOR PERGIGIAN. Easy. Short and sweet=D For the interview, i dun wan to think much bout it. If im fated for it, let me get it. No stress. All the best everyone. Judgement day is arnd 36 hours away from now. The moment our future is decided. But not fully decided. Why? Cos humans can't foresee the future. Getting to study medicine now doesn't assure you a job as a doctor in 10 years time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I realise this two emo songs on my blog is affecting my mood. Make me emo=.= Let's see if i should change it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-1748030331694577356?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1748030331694577356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=1748030331694577356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1748030331694577356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1748030331694577356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/07/close-shave-from-second-fall.html' title='Close shave from a second fall'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-6388367453741290228</id><published>2011-07-10T13:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T22:33:51.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger Street Football</title><content type='html'>When  Malaysians mention the date 9th of July 2011, everyone'll be thinking of the BERSIH 2.0 rally demonstration. But there's another event for me, Tiger Street Football. Lol. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iHAsNwfHTMg/ThmGkPlv9-I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/kX2oQIGoi3I/s1600/DSC01996.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iHAsNwfHTMg/ThmGkPlv9-I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/kX2oQIGoi3I/s320/DSC01996.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627677166594422754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IvLUY6h9gVk/ThmI5nB7x0I/AAAAAAAAAmw/FLNzpMZlU6I/s1600/DSC01997.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IvLUY6h9gVk/ThmI5nB7x0I/AAAAAAAAAmw/FLNzpMZlU6I/s320/DSC01997.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627679732687161154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the first open tournament I've ever joined in my life and it totally gave me a great experience. Started the day by going with Marc to collect our jerseys and went for mee hoon kueh lunch. Need to introduce some Chinese food for this Indian guy. Then went to his home and headed to Danga Bay at 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The atmosphere was great. Loud music, banners, peoples and street dancers everywhere. First match was about to start so both of us sat and watch. Quick and intensed is all i can say. And agressive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j31T4bx_nqg/ThmGjglQ20I/AAAAAAAAAmI/bPKAHOcWznQ/s1600/DSC01992.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j31T4bx_nqg/ThmGjglQ20I/AAAAAAAAAmI/bPKAHOcWznQ/s320/DSC01992.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627677153975917378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The street dancers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-heT7wneDaZQ/ThmGjTSkeYI/AAAAAAAAAmA/nND7HaGXRQE/s1600/DSC01983.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-heT7wneDaZQ/ThmGjTSkeYI/AAAAAAAAAmA/nND7HaGXRQE/s320/DSC01983.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627677150407850370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pak Guard playing football.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waited for my team members to reach and registered. Started off by getting to know more of each other ( our team is new. we barely new each other=.= ). Set some strategies and started off. Saw our opponents. Doesn't seem to scare me a lot. Just that one person in the team already piss me off before the game even started. He thinks that he can take advantage of us mentally just cos we look young??? Take this o0o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marc and me decided to come on the second half, and let the other 5 start off first. First half, we were trailing 4-0. So, Marc and me come in the second half and got back 4-2 and then 6-2. We realised if we switched our formation it would have been better cos we have better control in the second half and will be able to control more if marc and me was in the first half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not forgetting we have this 25 years old friend of Jon on our team. First time meeting him. His size is just something like mine but he's like is powerful as OMG. The fourth goal of our opponent wasnt their effort at all. David blasted the ball from back half trying to clear the ball but it deflected our opponent and it entered the goal. Freaking loud blast. Loudest of the day. I'm not exagerating. The ball sounded like it burst or something. And he cleared the ball near the middle line. And he scored our first goal from our half. Means before the half line. Salute his leg strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nvm bout that. Photo session then few went back except Jon, Marc and me. Stayed till semi-finals and was shocked that our opponent entered the finals. Unexpected finalist. Didn't watch the finals but i am hoping they lose. Cos their opponent is a team i seriously salute. A true street football team and they have one of the best players one can have. The only guy who can hold the ball for more than 5 seconds all on himselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s37UWT1M2J8/ThmI5GDnjDI/AAAAAAAAAmg/_vXzwDZn6-c/s1600/DSC02013.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s37UWT1M2J8/ThmI5GDnjDI/AAAAAAAAAmg/_vXzwDZn6-c/s320/DSC02013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627679723835853874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The  Malay guy in white. That's the pro. Just ignore his size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that was the competition. Took lots and lots of photos. Hopefully i have the chance to come back again next time. Great experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f84YTOU-UBE/ThmI6O0h3jI/AAAAAAAAAm4/DNpbU8UGryY/s1600/DSC02040.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f84YTOU-UBE/ThmI6O0h3jI/AAAAAAAAAm4/DNpbU8UGryY/s320/DSC02040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627679743368355378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The team in white is the one i salute. Dunno what race they are but they have Brazilian skin colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UZ7CEL_4hSs/ThmI5Z4lxYI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ohWuGfqEMe4/s1600/DSC02020.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UZ7CEL_4hSs/ThmI5Z4lxYI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ohWuGfqEMe4/s320/DSC02020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627679729158309250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here he is again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YMBwmavzvss/ThmLITz1OzI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rPzjBQ-VHxM/s1600/DSC02033.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YMBwmavzvss/ThmLITz1OzI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rPzjBQ-VHxM/s320/DSC02033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627682184249031474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The team in green is our opponent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eML9_E8qfWM/ThmLItRlIoI/AAAAAAAAAnY/jWZGyox_WWY/s1600/DSC02034.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eML9_E8qfWM/ThmLItRlIoI/AAAAAAAAAnY/jWZGyox_WWY/s320/DSC02034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627682191084692098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No 9 : The lansi asshole who things he's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8l_FXsAr1fs/ThmLJHOKA1I/AAAAAAAAAng/cPZ3xfXiA5U/s1600/DSC02038.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8l_FXsAr1fs/ThmLJHOKA1I/AAAAAAAAAng/cPZ3xfXiA5U/s320/DSC02038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627682198049653586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He seriously almost got in a fight with this orange No.12. Those kind of fights where you see everyone in the court already clumped together trying to separate them both. Why did the orange guy felt offended? Cos this No.9 shouted some stuffs to him after No.12 was booked. No.9, you deserve a punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RT4EfbrfzAE/ThmLJSYhZFI/AAAAAAAAAno/0OGdFYrfxZk/s1600/DSC02044.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RT4EfbrfzAE/ThmLJSYhZFI/AAAAAAAAAno/0OGdFYrfxZk/s320/DSC02044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627682201045918802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tired huh?? Wonder how's ur finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MHTWt7Q4IgI/ThmI6XAPWLI/AAAAAAAAAnA/6TyCAZSkFGM/s1600/DSC02026.JPG" style="text-decoration: underline; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MHTWt7Q4IgI/ThmI6XAPWLI/AAAAAAAAAnA/6TyCAZSkFGM/s320/DSC02026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627679745564956850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Number 13 : Thierry Henry look-alike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nVahLbsEV78/ThmNyvgL8mI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/c8bpekfFvL0/s1600/DSC02050.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nVahLbsEV78/ThmNyvgL8mI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/c8bpekfFvL0/s320/DSC02050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627685112260588130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XxbkHC6dULw/ThmNybYbyhI/AAAAAAAAAoI/3DFBmsntfhk/s1600/DSC02049.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XxbkHC6dULw/ThmNybYbyhI/AAAAAAAAAoI/3DFBmsntfhk/s320/DSC02049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627685106859362834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The beer and gym bag that each player got for free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pICZD2xf93o/ThmNyP1Rp4I/AAAAAAAAAoA/-39hyL4AInc/s1600/DSC02047.JPG" style="text-decoration: underline; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pICZD2xf93o/ThmNyP1Rp4I/AAAAAAAAAoA/-39hyL4AInc/s320/DSC02047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627685103759107970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7a3nvmFZS-E/ThmNxDY0lAI/AAAAAAAAAn4/2YeEJkCHUkQ/s1600/DSC02046.JPG" style="text-decoration: underline; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7a3nvmFZS-E/ThmNxDY0lAI/AAAAAAAAAn4/2YeEJkCHUkQ/s320/DSC02046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627685083238667266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Played this bullseye game with Jon right before we left. Say congrats to me, i hit the target right after my third try. First try to low, second try right beside it, third try accurate and powerful. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YPDEw-CTq8k/ThmNw1IiFEI/AAAAAAAAAnw/d8fL9sUE36g/s1600/DSC02031.JPG" style="text-decoration: underline; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YPDEw-CTq8k/ThmNw1IiFEI/AAAAAAAAAnw/d8fL9sUE36g/s320/DSC02031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627685079412249666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My number 8 jersey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhsiBrp6N-w/ThmGjPuTEUI/AAAAAAAAAl4/A_UmM2ztArQ/s1600/DSC01986.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhsiBrp6N-w/ThmGjPuTEUI/AAAAAAAAAl4/A_UmM2ztArQ/s320/DSC01986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627677149450408258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blue Eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EEhJiEUU_hw/ThmLIDAA6II/AAAAAAAAAnI/hjKmUrrTsGQ/s1600/DSC02032.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EEhJiEUU_hw/ThmLIDAA6II/AAAAAAAAAnI/hjKmUrrTsGQ/s320/DSC02032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627682179736725634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-6388367453741290228?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/6388367453741290228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=6388367453741290228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/6388367453741290228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/6388367453741290228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/07/tiger-street-football.html' title='Tiger Street Football'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iHAsNwfHTMg/ThmGkPlv9-I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/kX2oQIGoi3I/s72-c/DSC01996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-8261329180521666776</id><published>2011-07-08T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T15:28:10.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Singapore yesterday with Cheng, Pikyang, Teoh, Yunshan and Wanyee. Started of well. Went to Vivo first and tried to get seats at the foodcourt for six person is not easy. And the typical 'tissue paper' method is reallly useful=.= We ended up with Subway. Went to shops like Adidas and Crumpler to look for stuffs. Really want to get a Crumpler one day. Loooong more to go.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it goes later in the day, thing's didnt go that well. Pikyang felt sick. But, due to his heroic and macho character, we continued=.= Went to East Coast Park. Got a bit lost but we still found the way in time ( I love this kind of adventures. That's why i always wanted to join The Amazing Race )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went cycling around East Coast. Was nice. Passed by a futsal competition and immediately stopped to watch. Might come in handy for my comp tmr. Pikyang got worse and worse. Went home arnd 7 and arrived in JB at 9. Whole trip was fine and fun. Got to travel a lot. Was damn tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, comes in all the bad news. Futsal comp registration, numbered jerseys, RCSI interview, RCSI application all at once. Damn it. Freaking stressed up all night till now. At least im better now. Totally dunno what to feel and do. Aihhh. At times like this, sometimes it makes me want to cry. About the JPA and RCSI application. Damn pissed about it. Hopefully it goes my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the best to our team tomorrow. At least win one is enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-8261329180521666776?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/8261329180521666776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=8261329180521666776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/8261329180521666776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/8261329180521666776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/07/went-to-singapore-yesterday-with-cheng.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-3595129891656001108</id><published>2011-07-06T11:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T11:27:01.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went back school for the last time. To get Pn. Masniah's signature. Ok, got it in like 10 minutes then the administration gave me some trouble about the postings. They insisted on sending it for me but that's not the way. Nvm. Do some illegal stuff. No choice. And, i succeeded in bringing home the Pas Pelawat=D And how nice i got Weiyang and Kevin screwed by a teacher who thought they wanted to play truant.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IsSGuGpMMMw/ThPU_GmGudI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/NlrgSo5kuTk/s1600/06072011775%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IsSGuGpMMMw/ThPU_GmGudI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/NlrgSo5kuTk/s320/06072011775%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626074540083165650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reached home around 11. Received a message from Raymond saying he want to have lunch at Mcd. Ok on. Washed my car and hang up clothes all in 45 minutes. Went to fetch Raymond and wtf. I read a message on my first time driving alone=.= Ok, I promise not to do it again. Went to Jusco after lunch. Bought my shoes. Finally. RM169 but i hope its worth it. My previous Adidas shoe cost around that price and lasted me since Form2. Very worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WcKBAwLGa24/ThPU_1y9mzI/AAAAAAAAAlw/EYARtslHGnw/s1600/06072011768%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WcKBAwLGa24/ThPU_1y9mzI/AAAAAAAAAlw/EYARtslHGnw/s320/06072011768%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626074552753560370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always love white shoes. Dunno why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iul4tB--3XI/ThPU_uJwLZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Fwdcqg0fpc8/s1600/06072011769%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iul4tB--3XI/ThPU_uJwLZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Fwdcqg0fpc8/s320/06072011769%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626074550701665682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-69u18nwHIWs/ThPU_W2keSI/AAAAAAAAAlg/luiV0lC1u9c/s1600/06072011770%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-69u18nwHIWs/ThPU_W2keSI/AAAAAAAAAlg/luiV0lC1u9c/s320/06072011770%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626074544447191330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t97UtUckb0c/ThPU_CS29qI/AAAAAAAAAlY/BKPv-jlcIT4/s1600/06072011771%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t97UtUckb0c/ThPU_CS29qI/AAAAAAAAAlY/BKPv-jlcIT4/s320/06072011771%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626074538928699042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one that's been loyal to me. See the masking tape on the right shoe?? Huge amount of gum in it too. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went for futsal at Sean's place in the evening. Drove Sean there. I have a problem. I can't play with outsiders or people who's bigger size than meO.oDamn it. The comp is this Saturday. Yesterday suck to the max. Unlike my performance with my friends. My passing rate is 0%=.= How great. Damn emo when driving home. Feeling is like, what the hell happen just now?? And the shoe gave me blister. Still thinking how to settle. ARGHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RCSI application sent yesterday through courier service. Yes i know i cursed at you a lot but i still hope to get this JPA scholarship. Like i said, hopes for a second try are definitely higher. Finally, one burden of my shoulders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singapore tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-3595129891656001108?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3595129891656001108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=3595129891656001108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3595129891656001108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3595129891656001108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/07/went-back-school-for-last-time.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IsSGuGpMMMw/ThPU_GmGudI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/NlrgSo5kuTk/s72-c/06072011775%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-5468429904606387019</id><published>2011-07-04T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T21:27:37.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visits to school</title><content type='html'>It's been my third visit to school in 4 days. And there'll be another one tmr. It's going to be like my 6th visit altogether in 2 weeks. Ok, let me juz summarize my days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last friday was Pn. Ling's retirement. Didn't really plan to come to school. Was a totally last minute decision to come to school so yeah, we did. She taught us maths for a year and i constantly scored 90+ for it so, let's be a kind soul and be thankful for what she gave to us. Gave her a bouquet of flowers and everyone hugged her on stage. Aww. Never know i had a chance to go on stage again. And we ( ex-students ) are treated like VIP's there. How nice. We sat together with the teachers on chairs while students sit on floors. Hehe. But, it's really a great feeling. Sitting in the hall, listening to speeches, getting bored with speeches, chit-chatting. Gives me the feeling i want to do it again and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G8GbL0Y1S8w/ThG-48XFJII/AAAAAAAAAlI/NylGnC8XHZY/s1600/01072011766%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G8GbL0Y1S8w/ThG-48XFJII/AAAAAAAAAlI/NylGnC8XHZY/s320/01072011766%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625487295047345282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pn Ling on the stage. She cried again and again. Aww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L-PAKgxlNp0/ThG-35ZHAAI/AAAAAAAAAlA/yfyIBI4FdYQ/s1600/01072011767%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L-PAKgxlNp0/ThG-35ZHAAI/AAAAAAAAAlA/yfyIBI4FdYQ/s320/01072011767%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625487277070680066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost got everyone who attended. Cheng, Zaky, Naqi, Julia. Not in pic - Raymond, Teoh, Pikyang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the ceremony we went for lunch in KFC at KSL. Then, Cheng, Julia and me went for Transformers 3. Graphics and everything was great. They still maintained that adrenaline-filled fighting scenes. Always the best. But story lines confusing=.= My level of understanding is a little low. Ok, end of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day was SSI's Sports Day. So, I was the earliest to reach. Cheng was still sleeping at the time we were supposed to meet=.= Met Kuok Zhen first, earlier than me and then Wan Yee came along. Chatted with her and Eunice during their perbarisan. It's a total different experience that day. I finally get to witness them march from the side. Watching all the martial arts performance, the VIP walking in. I never did that in my 5 years in SSI. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chit chatted and hang around for very long. See people run, went to hutan for brunch, sit in car and talk, see little kids. That's basically all we did. Then, went to CS with Teoh, Pikyang, Yunshan and Wanyee in the afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For today, went back to get some stuffs for my scholarship. But i failed to reach my aim. Pn Zuwailah took too long in writing that recommendation part of me. Maybe im too good till she have too much stuffs to recommend=.=Actually no. It's very short oni. But, straight to the point. Good enough. But she still took too long and all the school big bosses have meeting. Got to come back tomorrow. Rushed to do my medical checkup in Taman Sentosa right after that. Hopefully results are out tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't take this anymore. All this travelling. Very tired. I want to drive. Out to town! Arghh. Lazy to blog about all this. Too tired. I just hope i get the scholarship. My second time applying, I'm definitely putting higher hopes. Who doesn't put higher hopes on their second try??? Everyone does. Yes, serve me right for rejecting the first time. But, i have my reasons to do so. I hope this time i can get it again. Just don't blacklist me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn stressed up this days. Yes, im not working im not studying. But, who the fuck said you can't be stressed? Vulgar words coming out like machine gun these days. Bravo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-5468429904606387019?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5468429904606387019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=5468429904606387019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/5468429904606387019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/5468429904606387019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/07/visits-to-school.html' title='Visits to school'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G8GbL0Y1S8w/ThG-48XFJII/AAAAAAAAAlI/NylGnC8XHZY/s72-c/01072011766%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-8673549398974341203</id><published>2011-06-28T23:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T13:18:21.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My parents are over-protective?? Everytime people say that about my mum, I'll o0o or f'**k them nicely. But it seems that i'm feeling that way too. I know that they have every reason to back their stand. But what i don't like is, have they considered listening to me? I have my stand and I have the right to back my stand. I'm not throwing tantrum for goodness sake. I'm backing my stand!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nvm bout that. Baked cookies today. No pics=.= Thank god cos it only taste good. Looks are .... Haha. But look on the bright side, it tastes good=) Just that i burnt one tray. Fail once succeed countless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And made a very last minute decision to go for a futsal competition. I think this time im not going to tell my parents about it. Just hope i won't get injured. Pray. Team is rojak=.= Well, just like in Miracle, rojak team wins. And im going mainly for the fun and experience. But the fact that it's an open competition sort of gives me the creeps. Don't want to get whacked by people 10 years older than me. But i really want to give it a try. Let's do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDhT8GqfZK0/Tgn7VGEDu_I/AAAAAAAAAk4/afWGF9chfwA/s1600/oqx8rulg_1cj7_1_300.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDhT8GqfZK0/Tgn7VGEDu_I/AAAAAAAAAk4/afWGF9chfwA/s320/oqx8rulg_1cj7_1_300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623301949572234226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, now basically I need shoes. I can still use my old one but it's like, 6 years old and I'vy glued it more than 5 times with few layers of masking tape on the right shoe. I've tried my best on this shoe so let's get a new one. And jerseys for the team. Need more $$$.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-8673549398974341203?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/8673549398974341203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=8673549398974341203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/8673549398974341203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/8673549398974341203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-parents-are-over-protective.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDhT8GqfZK0/Tgn7VGEDu_I/AAAAAAAAAk4/afWGF9chfwA/s72-c/oqx8rulg_1cj7_1_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-3084406196752012468</id><published>2011-06-26T20:29:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T23:14:26.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days and 1 night of madness</title><content type='html'>It's been serious fun for both yesterday and today. Ok, i started off going to Cheng's house on Saturday morning and then we went out to have lunch at Hutan Bandar, had my favourite koloh mee there. Ah,  memories.Since SSI is having their Open Day and SJAMSSI is having some exhibition so we might as well go and give some support. They've done a good job. Many people are attracted to come for the test and when i heard that the blood glucose test is closed cos they have not enough of that stuff to prick ur finger, i can see that many people have been coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WDXyCqnmYH0/TgcrwYvUM2I/AAAAAAAAAhY/VDbmh-ljZTs/s1600/260412_2179755061328_1470452421_2455598_3089713_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WDXyCqnmYH0/TgcrwYvUM2I/AAAAAAAAAhY/VDbmh-ljZTs/s320/260412_2179755061328_1470452421_2455598_3089713_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622510770069975906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our achievements&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MW1yoz8xx7I/TgcqRzIGeoI/AAAAAAAAAg4/j4wDYLKoyss/s1600/262376_2179793542290_1470452421_2455711_586228_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MW1yoz8xx7I/TgcqRzIGeoI/AAAAAAAAAg4/j4wDYLKoyss/s320/262376_2179793542290_1470452421_2455711_586228_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622509145065683586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SJAMSSI Exhibition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hheVE1aSvgk/TgcqRsbGG1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/nuf0EUXtib0/s1600/262207_2179766941625_1470452421_2455626_6802839_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hheVE1aSvgk/TgcqRsbGG1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/nuf0EUXtib0/s320/262207_2179766941625_1470452421_2455626_6802839_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622509143266302802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Booklets. Should have get more from me. And I'm wondering if they purposely selected that photo of Lisa and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rpffodrH0QQ/TgcrwCJ-CJI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Ia-yHNgBoW0/s1600/260209_2179760901474_1470452421_2455612_5496286_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rpffodrH0QQ/TgcrwCJ-CJI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Ia-yHNgBoW0/s320/260209_2179760901474_1470452421_2455612_5496286_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622510764007753874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The health exhibitions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qLGw7Dg7qmg/TgcrweKk53I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/b9Xrou5wPb4/s1600/264935_2179763661543_1470452421_2455618_2599254_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qLGw7Dg7qmg/TgcrweKk53I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/b9Xrou5wPb4/s320/264935_2179763661543_1470452421_2455618_2599254_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622510771526494066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like this photo cos you can see En. Shakir is trying to learn CPR so enthusiastically=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We then proceeded to Cheng's home to get our stuffs and his mum fetched us to Jusco Permas to meet up with Zaky there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBqbZp7CW00/Tgcs4kJnBoI/AAAAAAAAAhg/e6B88PWHQYs/s1600/25062011713.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBqbZp7CW00/Tgcs4kJnBoI/AAAAAAAAAhg/e6B88PWHQYs/s320/25062011713.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622512010083632770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zaky's donating his blood there so we waited and then Cheng also wanted to donate. SAME FOR ME but unfortunately I did not fulfil 3 criterias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. I'm underweight. BMI is 18.4 on that day. ( Checked in SSI )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Although I'm 19, my parents wouldn't allow. Cos im underweight=.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. I have intake of antibiotics in the past 3 weeks. I wouldnt't want to kill anyone with my blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fNUAiM5fUEw/TgcuNiLamyI/AAAAAAAAAhw/nIuTcaU7Ja0/s1600/25062011716.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fNUAiM5fUEw/TgcuNiLamyI/AAAAAAAAAhw/nIuTcaU7Ja0/s320/25062011716.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622513469843217186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheng registering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ttUCY3mLVSQ/TgcuNYUDUTI/AAAAAAAAAho/kJEJjiws2RY/s1600/25062011714.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ttUCY3mLVSQ/TgcuNYUDUTI/AAAAAAAAAho/kJEJjiws2RY/s320/25062011714.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622513467195085106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zaky on his chair chatting with the Malay guy next to him for the whole time. Totally ignored me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So after Zaky finished donating, we left Cheng there and moved to Jusco supermarket to get our stuffs. Shopped for drinks and food and vege and stuff. Typical for 3 teenage guys to do this right?? Oh man. Then I met Alex ( finally!! was looking for him all the while in the supermarket ) and tried his Sakura Chicken. Sorry we didn't buy it for the bbq like you told us to la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-wWnA47IxI/TgcwFHKfzbI/AAAAAAAAAiY/9Lfib2unYPU/s1600/25062011720.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-wWnA47IxI/TgcwFHKfzbI/AAAAAAAAAiY/9Lfib2unYPU/s320/25062011720.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622515524175908274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man in the mask : Alex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7VD0NuEVpwI/TgcwE3t4r0I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/tOgvtFpZW9w/s1600/25062011721.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7VD0NuEVpwI/TgcwE3t4r0I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/tOgvtFpZW9w/s320/25062011721.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622515520029372226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picking the lambs and chicken. We picked it right man. I mean the lamb la. Chicken is so so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vmfzVdPlQF8/TgcwETChF6I/AAAAAAAAAiI/C7go8ZCTuO0/s1600/25062011723.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vmfzVdPlQF8/TgcwETChF6I/AAAAAAAAAiI/C7go8ZCTuO0/s320/25062011723.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622515510183794594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All our food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TUaapDRu46g/TgcwEJx1KWI/AAAAAAAAAiA/jl1Le40FIGY/s1600/25062011724.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TUaapDRu46g/TgcwEJx1KWI/AAAAAAAAAiA/jl1Le40FIGY/s320/25062011724.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622515507697887586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dry ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ffYK3wlBSBc/TgcwD0DvdNI/AAAAAAAAAh4/FE97yryMQ34/s1600/25062011725.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ffYK3wlBSBc/TgcwD0DvdNI/AAAAAAAAAh4/FE97yryMQ34/s320/25062011725.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622515501867431122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wet ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RHj9CFygKis/Tgcx3uqWa8I/AAAAAAAAAjA/PvEa0U_ey-8/s1600/25062011726.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RHj9CFygKis/Tgcx3uqWa8I/AAAAAAAAAjA/PvEa0U_ey-8/s320/25062011726.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622517493283580866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rRfnDJhhdzk/Tgcx3ZJk9SI/AAAAAAAAAi4/xk7q33dANyg/s1600/25062011727.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rRfnDJhhdzk/Tgcx3ZJk9SI/AAAAAAAAAi4/xk7q33dANyg/s320/25062011727.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622517487508976930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gay couple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sV2x0LLfq80/Tgcx3ERT_sI/AAAAAAAAAiw/W5k-AJuvTwg/s1600/25062011728.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sV2x0LLfq80/Tgcx3ERT_sI/AAAAAAAAAiw/W5k-AJuvTwg/s320/25062011728.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622517481904275138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6EDGFs8e8LQ/Tgcx25bUYnI/AAAAAAAAAio/CKhjh9L9WdA/s1600/25062011729.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6EDGFs8e8LQ/Tgcx25bUYnI/AAAAAAAAAio/CKhjh9L9WdA/s320/25062011729.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622517478993453682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Problem with Myvi. Small booth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mffHx6HAfJo/Tgcx2iueQyI/AAAAAAAAAig/veRIiXDH5I4/s1600/25062011730.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mffHx6HAfJo/Tgcx2iueQyI/AAAAAAAAAig/veRIiXDH5I4/s320/25062011730.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622517472899777314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KFC is always one of the favourites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And so, we headed back to Zaky's condo and unload the stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MD7CnRC57dI/Tgc7ZSuujgI/AAAAAAAAAjI/wNWYYWWwsGM/s1600/25062011731.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MD7CnRC57dI/Tgc7ZSuujgI/AAAAAAAAAjI/wNWYYWWwsGM/s320/25062011731.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622527965505949186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zaky, obviously the driver, of all times and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Put stuffs into the freezer and all while waiting for people to come. His fridge is just like him, a serious mess. OMG. We saw a cake, which is like, grown with few layers of mold already. DAMN SHIT AND !@#$%$#@. Cheng didn't know what is that but never mind la, he didn't take Biology. Good thing is, i realised he cleaned up his house and made it very very neat compared to what i saw two days ago. Was pretty shocked. Ok, then Desmund, Saktis and Naqi came by so we got bored and went down to check the place out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6CUTVI9qx8k/Tgc9wK8oQRI/AAAAAAAAAjY/E5RXCpfiPGE/s1600/25062011732.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6CUTVI9qx8k/Tgc9wK8oQRI/AAAAAAAAAjY/E5RXCpfiPGE/s320/25062011732.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622530557577019666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IxBfZOdaPTA/Tgc9v66NoVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/f74gdNg_peA/s1600/25062011733.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IxBfZOdaPTA/Tgc9v66NoVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/f74gdNg_peA/s320/25062011733.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622530553271918930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Used everything in the playground and we feel like giants. This red slide is a killer man. Steep until can make your ass fly flat to the ground. There's a video of my doing that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As it got later, people starts to come slowly and we start putting up the fire for the bbq. There's no pics of us bbq-ing cos my hp suck at taking night pics but thank god Gideon came and there come all the pics of the night activities. Cooked, ate and swim all at the same time. Doing rounds for all this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pictures are all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150316970070041.384295.542980040"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z3S-mitGP3A/TgdCoNgpkfI/AAAAAAAAAj4/26_nGy7O7us/s1600/25062011735.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z3S-mitGP3A/TgdCoNgpkfI/AAAAAAAAAj4/26_nGy7O7us/s320/25062011735.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622535918384157170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First one to enter the pool. Sexayyy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_dtjz4jSpfU/TgdCn-jxBVI/AAAAAAAAAjw/_T7Js16gAkY/s1600/25062011741.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_dtjz4jSpfU/TgdCn-jxBVI/AAAAAAAAAjw/_T7Js16gAkY/s320/25062011741.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622535914370696530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at how good Liyang is at putting his towel. That green picture lies directly on his ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sdTo45cPmKw/TgdCnucNKnI/AAAAAAAAAjo/STKaOoZBXUw/s1600/25062011738.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sdTo45cPmKw/TgdCnucNKnI/AAAAAAAAAjo/STKaOoZBXUw/s320/25062011738.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622535910044019314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Nizo1gTCQQ/TgdCnUS03RI/AAAAAAAAAjg/bdKQs2C5sic/s1600/25062011737.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Nizo1gTCQQ/TgdCnUS03RI/AAAAAAAAAjg/bdKQs2C5sic/s320/25062011737.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622535903025356050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Captionless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the bbq and the swim and pictures and everything. We got up. We actually got up cos it rained. Damn. Headed to Zaky's house and took turns to bath. Then suddenly made a decision to go out again so we headed to a mamak stall with unifi. Rocks man. Service and food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SvLVrHyZzfo/TgdID7yBd-I/AAAAAAAAAkI/Nc7vi3Nq07o/s1600/25062011743.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SvLVrHyZzfo/TgdID7yBd-I/AAAAAAAAAkI/Nc7vi3Nq07o/s320/25062011743.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622541892219664354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XuDq8a55LrE/TgdIDvqSIpI/AAAAAAAAAkA/It5GjLTLrJA/s1600/25062011744.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XuDq8a55LrE/TgdIDvqSIpI/AAAAAAAAAkA/It5GjLTLrJA/s320/25062011744.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622541888965976722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bid farewell to a few and headed home. Computers, cards, PS2 and everything is out. Skyped with hz using broadband. Sucks man. I didnt know his 2nd home have no wifi connection. Forced to plug my computer to the surround sound system to hear clearly. Was loads of crap la.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept with Cheng in the same room with Julian. He took the whole bed cos he got so tired and was the first to sleep. Cheng and me squeezed in one tilam and we chatted bout our experiences in this and that for like 2 hours?? Until 4 something. Talked bout lots and lots of stuffs. And it seriously made me happy with my decision. And then suddenly we slept.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up at 8.30. One of the earliest. Naqi went home too early i cant send him off. The rest are like, still sleeping. Julian, first to sleep, 2nd last to get up. Pikyang last, expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WgaqPDIsdug/TgdK12uokgI/AAAAAAAAAkw/n3r_B7dbK0g/s1600/26062011747.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WgaqPDIsdug/TgdK12uokgI/AAAAAAAAAkw/n3r_B7dbK0g/s320/26062011747.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622544948879987202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_zQGSv2aHx4/TgdK1ccm2qI/AAAAAAAAAko/ebPJSyzTbgw/s1600/26062011748.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_zQGSv2aHx4/TgdK1ccm2qI/AAAAAAAAAko/ebPJSyzTbgw/s320/26062011748.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622544941825055394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-La-fHi-D6g8/TgdK1AZrvII/AAAAAAAAAkg/96E1Cp_Bpwc/s1600/26062011749.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-La-fHi-D6g8/TgdK1AZrvII/AAAAAAAAAkg/96E1Cp_Bpwc/s320/26062011749.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622544934296599682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ipt3STFc8Sc/TgdK0jNVPrI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Uf7gDCUVs00/s1600/26062011750.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ipt3STFc8Sc/TgdK0jNVPrI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Uf7gDCUVs00/s320/26062011750.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622544926460165810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FUOXVegKVeA/TgdK0aiGpNI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9UV_eWROf64/s1600/26062011751.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FUOXVegKVeA/TgdK0aiGpNI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9UV_eWROf64/s320/26062011751.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622544924131370194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prepared and ate breakfast and off we go for another swim. Haha. Not mentioning, breakfast was great! Never Zaky, Cheng and me rocked at this. We really can be househusbands one day. As if! Went to the gym after the swim. Wetting the whole gym. Haha. Blame them for not opening the sauna in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went up again to clean up and everything and off we go. Cheng fetched for lunch opposite Sanlow and then chatted for a while. Planning out next meet up. It's so weird, that, my 2008 AC team finally had a meal together. ALL ON OURSELVES without plan. Feels good. Might be off to Singapore for the next one? Then he put us down at CS to take bus to perling. And there's some weird singing competition at CS which is serious sounds pollution. Walked a while to look for futsal shoes but none. Fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took a bus and chatted with Julian. Meaningful chat once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really feels good to have this meet up. Thanks a millions to Zaky for this. Everyone is still the same. Non-changed. Still able to mix around and chat and everything. Was a good catch up. Maybe another time after a loooong period of hiatus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long post, but someday im quite sure i ll look for this again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6393374845090117176-3084406196752012468?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3084406196752012468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=3084406196752012468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3084406196752012468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3084406196752012468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/06/2-days-and-1-night-of-madness.html' title='2 days and 1 night of madness'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WDXyCqnmYH0/TgcrwYvUM2I/AAAAAAAAAhY/VDbmh-ljZTs/s72-c/260412_2179755061328_1470452421_2455598_3089713_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-3650170457873798779</id><published>2011-06-23T13:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T14:07:07.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day out. Thank you Zaky!</title><content type='html'>Went to Zaky's house today. In Permas. And seriously, i ll rmb this freaking guy for his driving. Not skills, but he juz loves to drive. He drove all the way from permas early in the morning to perling juz to fetch me to permas again to his house and then fetch me back to perling again in the afternoon. I told him its not really a gud idea the night b4 and i feel damn bad if he really fetches me that way. He replied, "It's ok that you feel bad cos i feel damn good driving around"=.=&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fine, so he reached at 10am and off we go. Made a unplanned pitstop at SMK Sultan Ismail (SSI) cos we were chatting in a car and i suddenly mentioned about our SPM certs. Well, since both of us haven took it yet and we are on the way so went there. Went to the office to get the certs and then find a few friends like Li Yang and so on. Brought back lots of memories looking at the school. Might be going back again for Sports Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we go to Zaky's condo. Hang around, survey the place ( for the barbeque ), chat here and there and balik. This really make it sound like both of us are damn free. Especially Zaky. Fetched his bro and here i am at home. Simple blog cos i serious am bored!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for the job reply. Hope i get it!! And the dream two days ago was awesome. Lol. Not that awesome but at least, YEAH MAN!!! Get a kick in your ass!!! Too bad its not real=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/6393374845090117176-3650170457873798779?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3650170457873798779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=3650170457873798779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3650170457873798779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3650170457873798779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/06/another-day-out.html' title='Another day out. Thank you Zaky!'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-1500308154626199944</id><published>2011-06-22T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T16:41:20.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. I'm starting to do crazy stuffs now. Crap. But it's fun=D Anyway, it's nothing crazy=.=&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally get to play futsal. I finally sweated profusely after like 3 weeks cos of my injuries. Thing is, i lied to my mum by telling her i won't be playing cos she totally went berserk after i told her i wan to play futsal. Cos i broke the news to her the day after I'm free from all the bandages. Although im free from bandages, my skins on the palm haven really grow properly yet. That's why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-txGb8-5x0x4/TgGpK2kzI7I/AAAAAAAAAgg/lRUA9UZZADM/s1600/19062011709%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-txGb8-5x0x4/TgGpK2kzI7I/AAAAAAAAAgg/lRUA9UZZADM/s320/19062011709%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620959813848736690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OCUmWIsKr3c/TgGpKWdUzXI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/prh6iNQiA18/s1600/19062011707%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OCUmWIsKr3c/TgGpKWdUzXI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/prh6iNQiA18/s320/19062011707%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620959805227453810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hands. Need around few more weeks to complete recovery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there's somthing called "crepe bandage" rite?? Can give some protection since it's thick. And it's not like we always fall during futsal. She doesn't get the point. I know. She's worried i might fall and all and get injured and cause the injuries to worsen. But i know my limits. I'm just really sorry for lying but I can't resist!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, i went for the game. Jon fetched Sean and me in his yellow Satria. Started game. Was really on form. I guess those games in KMM with the Malays really paid off man. Stamina is still high after so long. The after 1 hour plus of the game, my knee came into slight contact with Sean's leg ( aggressive guy ) and i feel some pain. I knew he hit one of my two wounds at my knee that time and it was real pain just for seconds. I bandaged my leg up so i was lazy to check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Open in up after the game in the court and realise it bleed. Quite badly. I plastered the wound and added few layers of gauze above it. It bleed through the plaster and left the top most layer of gauze in red. OMG!! But i looked at the wound it still looked fine. Just it's red cos of the blood so everything's alright=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G5K6e2AgZQ0/TgGpLPuZjUI/AAAAAAAAAgo/zhL4S-0Xhrc/s1600/22062011712%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G5K6e2AgZQ0/TgGpLPuZjUI/AAAAAAAAAgo/zhL4S-0Xhrc/s320/22062011712%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620959820599889218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How i bandaged my leg during the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMz9jHJ20fc/TgGpKnwpxgI/AAAAAAAAAgY/OwGRr6vRjDk/s1600/22062011710%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMz9jHJ20fc/TgGpKnwpxgI/AAAAAAAAAgY/OwGRr6vRjDk/s320/22062011710%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620959809871922690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The top most layer of gauze. Haha. That's really a lot of blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And realised I was damn hyper on facebook lately especially last night. This happens everytime people gets bored la. Vent the boredom on facebook=.= Posting stupid lame crap. And yeah. I'm back to scolding vulgar words again. Lame shit. It's been a long time i did all this. But im juz saying it through computer screens in chats la so its still not bad. But i see myself using it in speech soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting to look and might start applying for jobs now. I guess i l talk more about this only after i get the results of the application. Wouldn't want to get over excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saving lots of electricity lately as well. Home alone and staying in the room all day with all other electrical appliances in the house off. My parents should really thank me man. And I'm darn sure my handphone bills have be down to double digits for the pass few months after constantly giving them triple digits since lower secondary. Haha. Only thing is im sure im getting new specs. Not cos i spoil my specs during the fall, cos of me facing the computer screen 24/7 and sleeping late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cookies postponed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/6393374845090117176-1500308154626199944?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1500308154626199944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=1500308154626199944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1500308154626199944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1500308154626199944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-txGb8-5x0x4/TgGpK2kzI7I/AAAAAAAAAgg/lRUA9UZZADM/s72-c/19062011709%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-2852014482332523641</id><published>2011-06-20T12:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T13:12:44.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know how to start this. Can't describe how i feel. Total disappointment again with what i saw. Am i blind? Retarded? Stupid? Deaf? Fucked up? I don't know. I just can't believe this. ARGHHH!!!! See, i seriously dunno what can i say about it=.= How can there be such a person???? Brainless. Unethical. Selfish. Most importantly. No self-respect!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good news is that i removed ALL MY BANDAGES. Skin on my hand hasn't grown 100%. Maybe one more layer of skin. So i feel a little weird and disgusted when touching some stuffs. A little wet and sticky=.= But hey, no more bandages. No more public people staring at you like some gangster or pathetic beggar. No more people asking, "What's wrong with you?". So it feels much better now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ya, Father's Day. 19 June 2011. Celebrated twice but the main one was on Saturday. As usual, had cake, cards and photographs. Went to Manhattan Fish Market at Tebraucity for dinner. Best and favourite fish and chips ever. Almost got to buy a RM129 Liverpool t-shirt until my mum say, "You're too skinny for the shirt". Damn!!! Bad thing of being skinny. Shit!! Damn zzzzz when i cant get the shirt. Moved on to Sunday. I made pancakes for breakfast in conjunction of Father's Day. Everyone loved it. Thank God. Well, actually someone did it too but fail. Sad~~Wrong recipe=) Then dinner at Gelang Patah. Waited more than an hour but food is nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My tooth is still not ok yet. Still can't bite. Feel damn tiring when eating meehoon yesterday. Damn it. Could have broken my neck plus i dunno why cant i bite that meehoon. Hope it gets better in a weeks time or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my friends are back. Hoping to meet them soon. Futsal tomorrow. Haven got an approval from parents to go cos of my injuries but who cares. I'm very sure i can persuade them. Still thinking. Should i go Jusco this evening to get a new pair of futsal shoes??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baking cookies on wednesday. Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-2852014482332523641?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/2852014482332523641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=2852014482332523641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/2852014482332523641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/2852014482332523641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-dont-know-how-to-start-this.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-5257312346050859739</id><published>2011-06-16T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T11:43:51.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally have some time to blog. Wasn't really feeling well after i get back from SingMal. Bad stomach=.= Super uncomfortable. Never mind bout that. I just got better and hopefully i ll be fine from now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Results. Ya. They lost. No. WE lost. But it seems that, who cares. We've done our best. Singmal is just a cherry on the cake. Why aim for the cherry when you already have the cake?? I love this. I ll never get to experience this kind of training and all anymore. Whether or not they join next year, its up to them. Whether or not i put on my SJAM uniform again, its also up to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time in KL was nice. Meeting up wif most of the Team Johor 09. Eating at Gasoline in Times Square and Taiwan Food in Sungei Wang. I ate lots and lots of food. That explains my tummy after Singmal. Haha. Ok. Dun really feel like blogging so byebye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-5257312346050859739?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5257312346050859739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=5257312346050859739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/5257312346050859739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/5257312346050859739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/06/finally-have-some-time-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-8596335159625094176</id><published>2011-06-11T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T01:17:10.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since i blogged. After those gruesome pictures, im proud to say, im getting better! It's always one of the best stuffs to say in life. Going to clinic everyday seems ok. Just that pain is there right after the clinic. Painkiller solves the matter.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno what's wrong with me but my appetite is huge nowadays. Wondering if it's due to the medication. I ate a lot a lot a lot!!! One set of McD for lunch with one big mee hoon kueh and im still hungry. Speaking of mee hoon kueh. I ate 5 bowls in one week!!! Cool eh. Dunno what got into me but i think im having some problems with my diet. To most of you who thinks its not a problem cos im thin, i still do find it a problem. I'm stuffing myself with excessive food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, SingMal. Singapore-Malaysia First Aid and Home Nursing Competition. I was there 2 years ago. In Singapore. Competing for the same thing. For the same aim. For the same glory. This time, my juniors are doing it. Not only are they from Malaysia, or Johor or even JB, but they're my own fresh juniors right from my school SSI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trained them for comp full time last year but they didnt made it. This time they did. Was only back once in a while. Witnessed them became national champions was huge in Politeknik Kota Bahru. But i wan to feel it again. The feel of watching them lifting that SingMal trophy during the dinner like how we did 2 years back. The glory, the fun, the memories. It's all fresh in my head. We need this and we want it bad!! May God bless us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALL FOR ONE, ONE FOR ALL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hb9D3g8CMnM/TfJRe98f6-I/AAAAAAAAAgI/ROusUEI11q8/s1600/224014_10150167536572799_566967798_7017291_1308113_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hb9D3g8CMnM/TfJRe98f6-I/AAAAAAAAAgI/ROusUEI11q8/s320/224014_10150167536572799_566967798_7017291_1308113_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616641277750668258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-8596335159625094176?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/8596335159625094176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=8596335159625094176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/8596335159625094176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/8596335159625094176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-been-long-time-since-i-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hb9D3g8CMnM/TfJRe98f6-I/AAAAAAAAAgI/ROusUEI11q8/s72-c/224014_10150167536572799_566967798_7017291_1308113_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-7188273445059129363</id><published>2011-06-02T22:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T22:53:15.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of my wounds. Don't see if you cant stand it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uSgzlcJLpQ/Teefgua1xcI/AAAAAAAAAf8/6Ybn1DHVDng/s1600/01062011704%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uSgzlcJLpQ/Teefgua1xcI/AAAAAAAAAf8/6Ybn1DHVDng/s320/01062011704%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613630845105849794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One deep incise above my eyebrow and one light one on the central forehead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6f5Nz8kFp40/TeefgQmbF4I/AAAAAAAAAf0/RSB2XmYa6R8/s1600/01062011701%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6f5Nz8kFp40/TeefgQmbF4I/AAAAAAAAAf0/RSB2XmYa6R8/s320/01062011701%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613630837101369218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bruise on the lips. Abrasion below my nose and deep cut on the inner lip. Slight graze on the chin. * Sorry for the inverted photo*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P0VA6BVO-Ro/Teeffx9ABaI/AAAAAAAAAfs/dCxeIZtS_c4/s1600/30052011698%255B2%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P0VA6BVO-Ro/Teeffx9ABaI/AAAAAAAAAfs/dCxeIZtS_c4/s320/30052011698%255B2%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613630828874565026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three abrasions all on the right knee itself. None on the left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yph1OL-2UJ8/TeeffgGLteI/AAAAAAAAAfk/COF3FlFRUqE/s1600/30052011696%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yph1OL-2UJ8/TeeffgGLteI/AAAAAAAAAfk/COF3FlFRUqE/s320/30052011696%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613630824081241570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deep laceration on the right palm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vy6R6fJ3yj8/Teeffc4dg-I/AAAAAAAAAfc/l1KsvWs6opk/s1600/30052011695%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vy6R6fJ3yj8/Teeffc4dg-I/AAAAAAAAAfc/l1KsvWs6opk/s320/30052011695%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613630823218381794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another deep laceration on the left palm. Not as serious as the one on the right. But i realised one thing, they both looked similar to the photos in my First Aid Manual. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Few more other injuries. Abrasions on both elbow. Deep incised wound on my left wrist cos by the watch that i lost as wellT.T Slight graze on my right eye. Deep abrasion on my right hip and a spoiled specs. Nice huh? Ooops. Not forgetting. My cemented tooth that i just mentioned in me previous post. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I won't be uploading all this to Facebook cos i dun wan ppl to blame me after puking right in front of the comp. Cos as you know, not everyone is meant to be a doctor and can't stand this kind of pictures.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next i think i shud upload photos of the bandaged parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-7188273445059129363?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7188273445059129363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=7188273445059129363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7188273445059129363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7188273445059129363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/06/pictures-of-my-wounds.html' title='Pictures of my wounds. Don&apos;t see if you cant stand it.'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uSgzlcJLpQ/Teefgua1xcI/AAAAAAAAAf8/6Ybn1DHVDng/s72-c/01062011704%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-8211967752882778400</id><published>2011-06-02T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T18:05:42.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Afterfall</title><content type='html'>Have been going to clinic to get dressings every single day. Don't call me rich now ok. It's cos the clinic is a panel under my mum's bank so her bank ll be paying for my bills. I'm having like, mayonnaise all over my body and wrapped like a mummy=.=&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the dentist just now. Cemented my upper incisor tooth or also the upper front right bunny tooth. Received some fillings too. The dentist kept telling me that im very lucky for not having a chipped tooth or so. Yes, i know. I'm lucky. Cos i already escaped the worst case scenario. I might have slided myself down the hill together with the bicycle at Taman Pertanian and thank god i did not. Only God knows what ll happen to me if i really did slided down the hill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't use my tooth for at least one month but for the best effect, 3 months. So, i ll see. No more food like chocolate, burgers and all for now. I need to rest my tooth. Future dentist speaking here. Might have the chance to get a braces now=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-8211967752882778400?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/8211967752882778400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=8211967752882778400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/8211967752882778400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/8211967752882778400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/06/afterfall.html' title='The Afterfall'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-1380256128848775406</id><published>2011-06-01T10:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T11:29:37.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One and a half week of fun and fall</title><content type='html'>Just came back from being a faci for a week back in KMM. I enjoyed that one week. Wasnt that busy except when it comes to night where we need to handle them ourselves. But i still like those sessions, on how we share our knowledges and experiences. Always what i loved to do. Thursday night was rather special. I pranked a guy on his birthday in front of the huge crowd saying that i received complains for lecturers about him. Who wouldn't be afraid if he received complains after being in the college for just 4 days?? Then we sang him a song. Approached him to ask him later and he admitted that he was freaking scared that moment. So i think it was successful. hahaha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ya, we prepared a slideshow for the students too. A combination of our 10 months and their 4 days. It was a really nice video and hopefully it goes up to Facebook so i can download it. I forgot to get it from my frens. Once again, song supplied by me=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday was special too. our photo taking sessions and i admit my batch lost to them. Their photo taking session on the first week is almost the same as ours on our last day=.= So, there's really lots of photos. And then we went out for an outing on Saturday and Sunday. The whole batch of us stayed there. 54 of them. I planned to watch MU vs Barcelona with 2 of my good friends but thinking that since we're staying in an apartment with few other guys and girls, so might as well we really treasure these rare moments. Stayed in the room and played chodaidi and mafia. Lol. While i waited for the news of the game. And thank god, Barcelona won. This rocks. I always loved the way Barcelona played.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough of faci. Now, im back to a normal person. A normal friend which hangs around with others. Went to Klang. First night was ok. Had dinner together then splitted to two homes. The next day, we departed to Cheong He Kopitiam for breakfast. I ate the MOST among my friends. I dunno what got into me. Wantan mee, 2 sets of roti bakar, 1 soft boiled egg. Quite a lot for a little guy like me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not forgetting, on the way to Taman Pertanian, Allen bang-ed the Smart Tag tiang. Cos he was moving at 100km/h and didn't bother stopping for the Smart tag to scan. Plus, How was holding the Smart Tag the other way round. So there we go and bang-ed the tiang=.=All of us are swearing and screaming in the car. Damn. Reached Taman Pertanian in the afternoon.  Everything was fine with me dressing up in red with my Liverpool jersey and the new KMM cap i got the previous week. Got the bicycle and started cycling. Proceeded to Skytrex and we just started climbing. Im a guy who's not afraid of heights so i juz started moving and moving from each station to the next, while the rest are left behind. When finished, we saw a ranger coming and tell us that we actually need to pay to play all those. I was like, Ok???I just finished it. So he said nvm, cos money is not the problem, its our safety that he's afraid. Which means we played all of it without any safety gear. Pro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we moved on and continue cycling and thats where the best part comes. I fell and a very high speed. Arnd 40 to 60 km/h on a bike downhill. I slided forward rather far with both pallms grazing on the road. I cant really rmb what happened. I'm very sure my face hit the road at least once. That explains my lips, forehead and specs. I lost my mum's favourite watch ( mine too ) during the fall which i din realise until we exitted Taman Pertanian. Seriously, i looked horrible that time. I felt nothing ( maybe cos i already destroyed all my pain receptors ) but my friends are telling me i look horrible. I just added more red colour to my red theme that day. Blood came along, from my face, lips, hands and legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i went to a nearby clinic with a motor while the rest continued. Got a dressing from the clinic and when i came back to Taman Pertanian, i continued cycling again=.= Went to the Four Season House, Zoo and few more. Wasn't a bad place. The fall made it even more interesting. We went home at arnd 3 and went for lunch. I had a very light lunch, cos im very worried for my teeth. I forgot to say that i feel a shift in position of my front tooth which scared me to death. I really hope it gets ok. Getting a bath in the evening was horrible. Didn't really bath but just wiped. Cos you wouldn't want to know the pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night, had bak kut teh dinner and then we went to I-city. Wasn't a bad place. Colourful i would say. They make it something like the Sutera Utama concept. We walked arnd and took photo and we found this place where we can play Laser Tag. OMG. Laser tag is in Malaysia. Only me and How knows this game cos we both watched HIMYM. We tried the free trial for 2 minutes. And its really fun. 2 minutes sounds short but everyone came out panting and sweating. I really hope this comes to JB and become cheaper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home the next day, was forced to. Cos i know my parents are worried bout me at home. Had breakfast and then went to the bus station. Almost cried when my bus started moving and the rest are outside waving their hands, wondering when will we ever meet again like this. Hopefully its very soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That one day was really meaningful to me. Although I'll be missing the rest of the trip, like, the Penang International Chocolate Fair, food, fireflies, seafood and more, but i think its good enough. Let's just hope we can meet again=)Have fun guys,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-1380256128848775406?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1380256128848775406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=1380256128848775406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1380256128848775406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1380256128848775406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-came-back-from-being-faci-for-week.html' title='One and a half week of fun and fall'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-8489225856515297972</id><published>2011-05-22T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T00:12:44.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Faci</title><content type='html'>Ok. I'm going to leave JB for two weeks now. First week for being a facilitator in KMM. Sort of like, be their big brother there to give those juniors information and ease their heart in KMM. Second week for me to have fun with my gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been helping people out in recom forum lately. I never know it can be so tiring typing so much=.= But it feels really great. Helping is fun! So im going to do it for one more week. I know it'll get tiring. But i must have fun there=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time i blog, I'll be in KMM. Bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-8489225856515297972?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/8489225856515297972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=8489225856515297972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/8489225856515297972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/8489225856515297972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/05/pre-faci.html' title='Pre-Faci'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-7789465229672048115</id><published>2011-05-18T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T21:31:33.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got my results. Results are supposed to be out at 10am. And as i expected, they delayed. I woke up at 9.30am trying to force myself to sleep even longer but i found out that i can't. So, I just got up, bathed and everything and waited in front of my laptop. With my fellow friends. Then it was found out that it's delayed to 12pm. Ok. If i knew that earlier, I would have woke up at 11 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i waited again until 12pm with my heart pumping as fast and hard as it ever did. THEN, it is announced that the resuts are postponed AGAIN!!! This time, they wrote '12 malam' 18 May. Isn't that suppose to be this morning??? I dunno. Some called and later on, we found out the only way is to call the Bahagian Matrikulasi. Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i picked up the phone. Not dialling the Bahagian Matrikulasi. But I called for Mcdonald's delivery instead. Hahaha! As mentioned in my previous posts, I wanted to continue my collection but its supposed to be after the results. But since they keep delaying so i juz ordered=.= And i actually didn't call for my results until my meal arrived 45 minutes later. Then, only I pick up the phone again, this time calling to know my results, for REAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked my IC. My name. So I said Tan Zhen Wei. T-A-N Z-H.. then i was intercepted by the woman who answered the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told in a very polite and small manner, "OK, anda dapat Matematik A, Biology A ( at this moment, I'm already freaking happy ), Kimia A, Bahasa Ingerris B. Terima kasih".Ok i know the B is damn sesat-ed there but i dun care anymore. 4 flat is more important and Bio was all I was worrying about. Saw many status on FB bout all this but many was unsure on how true the results are. Same for me. Might be some system error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening, and now i'm sure its confirmed. Relieved~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w9QhDAeYmVo/TdPJz04r0VI/AAAAAAAAAfM/kqprzQvEhHk/s1600/Untitled3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w9QhDAeYmVo/TdPJz04r0VI/AAAAAAAAAfM/kqprzQvEhHk/s320/Untitled3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608047853213307218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hNI8CZdtX84/TdPJz2Z2NuI/AAAAAAAAAfU/qrOLP4JLKmE/s1600/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hNI8CZdtX84/TdPJz2Z2NuI/AAAAAAAAAfU/qrOLP4JLKmE/s320/Untitled.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608047853620836066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture here, shows what my good friend think bout life=) Just for laughs. Hahaha.&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/6393374845090117176-7789465229672048115?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7789465229672048115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=7789465229672048115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7789465229672048115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7789465229672048115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-just-got-my-results.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w9QhDAeYmVo/TdPJz04r0VI/AAAAAAAAAfM/kqprzQvEhHk/s72-c/Untitled3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-3665846010478207180</id><published>2011-05-16T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T23:13:36.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting and catching up with people</title><content type='html'>Ah, the past few days have been a great one. Have been driving a lot lately now. Fetching my bro, my sis, going out for dinner and even merely practising. Just that I'm still under my probation period. Ya, nvm. I haven driven for a year and i cant be expecting myself to go on the road just less than a week after getting the car. So, i ll just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with few people from Team Johor 09 including our trainer, Bryan. Let's see, Dylan, Jianwei ( we still call him GG, but i almost forget that name until Dylan mentioned ), Liyin, Eunice and SeeToh. Sharon was busy making sushi? Nah, nvm. Neo is an asshole who aeroplaned us at the last minute. I miss his sohai-ness. Alex and Sean was also there, but i guess they wouldn't need to be included in the list since I'm already meeting them often. Bryan as well. So basically hanging out with the same few people since the rest are having exams. Have met up with them twice since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topics are mainly dominated by studies. 2 more people entering Matrix. Many future doctors i can see, nobody wants to accompany me as a dentist, except SeeToh who 'might' want to come into dentistry line too. Pharmacist we have a guy=.= But ya, doctors still dominate the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results are coming out soon. I'm going out often till i almost forgot bout my results. So the plan is, if i get 4flat, i'll strait pick-up the phone and call for a Mcd delivery and continue my coke can collection. If not, screw that stuff. Nah, i'm definitely getting that coke can! Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-3665846010478207180?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3665846010478207180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=3665846010478207180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3665846010478207180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3665846010478207180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/05/meeting-and-catching-up-with-people.html' title='Meeting and catching up with people'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-7013117268133705030</id><published>2011-05-14T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T01:08:27.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja vu</title><content type='html'>So, this year's JPA results are out. And yes, they did mentioned in the papers that students with 8A+ are confirmed to get the scholarship. Just wondering why didn't this come out earlier by a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friend or junior, Dylan got the scholarship to UCSI or Pharmacy. He got 8A+ and 2A's. Yes i know it's good. But i got 9A+ and 1A but i didn't get something like his. I got what?? Matriculation offer when im already in it. I rejected that, i don't know if i will regret the decision but i just feel very down that time. Thisi s just an example, not looking down on my friend and all=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me think again, if i didn't accept matrix, will i be in private university now studying under JPA?? Cos many got that but there weren't in matrix. Nvm. Like alex said, everything happens for a reason. So appreciate it. I just can't believe my grieve for JPA is still so strong till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results coming out next wednesday. I wan 16A's!!! And UM dentistry!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-7013117268133705030?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7013117268133705030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=7013117268133705030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7013117268133705030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7013117268133705030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/05/deja-vu.html' title='Deja vu'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-7586985071551575648</id><published>2011-05-10T15:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T16:15:59.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time stories..</title><content type='html'>Didn't get to take my car yesterday. Dad refused to do so saying yesterday wasn't a good date so we're getting it today. Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went throught my mum's hard disk last night, which contains all my documents from the old computer. Saw my saved conversation on MSN with some of my friends. Really made me laugh and left tears in my eyes. The conversations are from 2008! Almost 2 and a half years ago. Time when i was still blur on almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what went through my mind that time but i just saved some of the conversations. Only meaningful ones of cos. Some conversations lasted up to 4 or 5 hours till 2am. Some was total crap and shit but we continued talking. Some was only a guy talking about girls, but yes, it was entertaining. I mean, not many people can entertain you just through the computer screen, for hours! I really treasure those moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i hope i can turn back time to go back to the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, i think back, it's better we do not have a time machine in this world. I finally understood why there's no such thing. If a time machine existed, we won't learn to treasure what we have. We won't learn from mistakes and to sum it all, we won't learn to be a better person, which is what i want to do and i think im doing a good progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of time, people treasure stuffs only when they lost it, I'm one of them, in many cases. So, let's just say, being able to turn back time won't give us a heavy impact and we'll never learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What crap am i saying, who wouldn't want to return to high school?? That's life. Forever living with tough decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D-9zbQKZssg/Tcj0JA2jpiI/AAAAAAAAAfE/mVzRyEksVnU/s1600/friendship2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D-9zbQKZssg/Tcj0JA2jpiI/AAAAAAAAAfE/mVzRyEksVnU/s320/friendship2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604998171947410978" 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/6393374845090117176-7586985071551575648?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7586985071551575648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=7586985071551575648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7586985071551575648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7586985071551575648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/05/time-stories.html' title='Time stories..'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D-9zbQKZssg/Tcj0JA2jpiI/AAAAAAAAAfE/mVzRyEksVnU/s72-c/friendship2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-3869131857879478477</id><published>2011-05-09T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T12:02:56.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up call</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Mother's Day. The first thing that happened was answering a call from my mum, waking me up. It was 1pm at that time and yes, it'ss very late so it sort of pissed her off to see me lingering like this. Later that night, we found out from her that she actually called to keep check on us if we're preparing some surprise for her. When she knew we were still sleeping, she emo-ed. Hahahaha. The day might have been a bad start for her, but it definitely ended well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i watched Man U vs Chelsea. Was supporting Chelsea for this match. MU is Liverpool's rival. How can i ever support them??=.= Maybe in certain cases then yes la. But for now, NO! I wan to see them fall. Thing is, they did not. Chelsea lose 2-1 in a humiliating manner. Thank God im a Liverpool fan. Hoping that I'll be able to watch the Champion's League Finals. I will be in Malacca that time. Go get a mamak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today morning, I received another wake up call. My mum woke me up and everything. It was rather early, around 9am. Normally, i would sleep till 12pm. Then the call ended with her saying, do you know your maid ran away?? I'm like, "HUH?? WHY RUN AWAY??"zzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm speechless. My mum is such a good employer and you ran away. You just entered hell from heaven. Plus, you have one of the best companion in the world, my sis. Nvm. Din even say bye bye=.= So, my life is sort of like back to the life before i entered matrix. Doing house work. Feeling now is not bad. At least i won rot. But soon, i might get bored with it. Let's just hope things ll go fine for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting my car later=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-3869131857879478477?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3869131857879478477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=3869131857879478477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3869131857879478477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3869131857879478477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/05/wake-up-call.html' title='Wake up call'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-66055055144041283</id><published>2011-05-07T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T01:16:24.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathetic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8idM2apmm7o/TcQszADcifI/AAAAAAAAAe8/cRzJa8CDmTQ/s1600/sad.bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8idM2apmm7o/TcQszADcifI/AAAAAAAAAe8/cRzJa8CDmTQ/s320/sad.bear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603653091055143410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pathetic. I have so many things that I can do. But, i just dun feel like doing it. It's either that, or i have no mood, or im lazy. Done. Let myself rot, stare at FB, stay at my comp. Bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be getting a haircut soon. I guess. I dun wan to juz say it but not do it. Mother's day soon. Just hope i don't fail myself. And where is my car??????? It's supposed to be here by now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-66055055144041283?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/66055055144041283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=66055055144041283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/66055055144041283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/66055055144041283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/05/pathetic.html' title='Pathetic!'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8idM2apmm7o/TcQszADcifI/AAAAAAAAAe8/cRzJa8CDmTQ/s72-c/sad.bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-262041945766716398</id><published>2011-05-05T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T00:09:14.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A bunch of mentally retarded people who don't know how to differentiate between what's right and what's wrong. Brain is grown in the ass since young. No choice for that suckers. Hope karma will whack you hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-262041945766716398?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/262041945766716398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=262041945766716398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/262041945766716398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/262041945766716398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/05/bunch-of-mentally-retarded-people-who.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-5123708765145502711</id><published>2011-05-02T09:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T09:59:29.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nationals 2011</title><content type='html'>Just reached JB from Kelantan. It was a tiring journey. Thank God we had a safe journey to and fro. The journey there was fine. Just a few problems here and there. Started at 8.30am and reached at 12.30 am the next day. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days passed in Polytechnic Kota Bahru. Accomodation was ok. Not that bad and not that good either. I still prefer PULAPOL. For everything except the competition hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the results. Segamat did not get a single thing for their categories, Ambulance Adult and Nursing Adult. Not a single trophy. Quite expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for JB, Convent's Nursing Cadet got the best in Malaysia for Short Case. However, no placing for the rest. They've done their best and we knew how much they wanted it. Maybe, it's just not their time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SSI's Ambulance Cadet did it again. Really proud to be their seniors and to be the one who formed this team. Really glad they made it to Singmal. Best for Long Case and second for Short Case. No placing for Kawat, expected. I really hope to see them whack Singaporean asses this coming June. I'll try my best to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey home wasn't safe. Not talking bout the driver and the road but the 'wedgey' given by the AC team. Hope everyone had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't really a good run this year but still, I am very sure, JB is one the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-5123708765145502711?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5123708765145502711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=5123708765145502711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/5123708765145502711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/5123708765145502711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/05/nationals-2011.html' title='Nationals 2011'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-6080153234824487332</id><published>2011-04-28T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T23:24:17.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's time of the year again. I think i've mentioned it so many times here now. Yet again, i think it ll be my last time blogging from them from JB. Might still do so in Kelantan. Bringing my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most SJAM JB members hope, win it and come back. Bring something home. Hopefully, we'll make it to SingMal again. So at least, there's something to occupy me this holidays. This should be my very last batch of juniors. Don't think i still have the chance to be back. And hopes on them are high. Hopefully not crushed. Let's have faith and do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall champion is not what we want. All we want is juz the category. AC NC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO JOHOR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-6080153234824487332?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/6080153234824487332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=6080153234824487332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/6080153234824487332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/6080153234824487332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-time-of-year-again.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-2688673547302267246</id><published>2011-04-27T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T00:40:55.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nationals, dreams, home, squash, interview, OUTLOOK!!</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since i blogged. Not really long actually. Wouldn't have much time for now. Leaving for Kelantan on Friday morning. And the battle begins. I ll never forget the day my team won the trophy. Every single trophy provided for our category, Ambulance Adult. Yes, all audiences are shocked. Every "Johan" belonged to Johor. I hope this will happen again. Bring them to SingMal and get the shit out of every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dreams are getting more and more realistic to me these days. After i got home. Well, i know it's stupid, but i get really freaked out when the dreams get realistic, especially when it doesn't bring any good news. It's good too. Sort of makes me more alert in my daily life. Just like today. I dreamt i got robbed. And i was totally taking every single freaking precaution to avoid it when i went out with Alex. And i dreamt of myself talking to that asshole. He actually approached me. Yes, it seems like it's impossible to happen. I still get freaked out. Arghhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, i realised, i almost never existed at home. Ever since i came back from KMM. All i do is, sleep at 3 or 4, wakes up at 12. Lunch and watch some tv till 2 or 3. Might sleep again. If it's not sleep, i'll on9 in my room. Till dinner and online again. I barely met my parents except for dinner. Yes i suck as i son. I totally sucked. That's the biggest change im trying but it's also the hardest. I hope i can one day. I don't want to regret this. Hope things will start changing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to enrol myself in squash training. Why? Simple. Cos i wan to be the BEST. And might go for gym too. That depends on financials. Membership isn't cheap. And there's more plans coming up which i don't think i wan to list. Let's just focus on a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends have all went for interview. Interview sounded fun to me. Last time. For JPA and so on. I barely felt nervous. I don't know why. But things have changed now. It's like. Let's just not invite more troubles. When your course doesn't require interview, leave it be. Don't ask for it. Haha. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i realised. My outlook totally didn't show what I am inside. Am i putting such a strong upfront??? I don't know. Friends mentioned, in our individual farewell video where they used to say what they feel and think about others qualities. I think two have said that I am very confident and optimistic. My self-esteem is extremely HIGH. One said. I think back again. Yes, it might sound true. But i think, most of the time, I'm just saying it out to convince myself that i can. I say it out RIGHT ON THAT SPOT to tel myself that I CAN. Maybe, i never thought it before that. I seriously dunno if that's good. But yes, I'm still keeping myself confident all the time. I just need to have faith with myself. With my believes and my actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of the end of the long post now. Totally random and messy post. Took me only 5 minutes. Who cares? Noones reading. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm still putting a strong upfront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-2688673547302267246?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/2688673547302267246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=2688673547302267246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/2688673547302267246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/2688673547302267246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-been-long-time-since-i-blogged.html' title='Nationals, dreams, home, squash, interview, OUTLOOK!!'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-3181994568327144132</id><published>2011-04-24T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T23:59:35.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What they hell did I just say??? I'm totally making a full out of myself. Go fuck yourself in the ass man. What happen to "Be natural"??? What happen to "Stop hiding the truth in myself"???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never let history repeat. Damn. I'm stupid. When can you ever make a good convo??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-3181994568327144132?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3181994568327144132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=3181994568327144132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3181994568327144132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3181994568327144132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-they-hell-did-i-just-say-im.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-500539988354755100</id><published>2011-04-23T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T22:10:27.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sat in my room. For 7 hours out of 9 hours of staying awake. Where was i for the other 2 hours??Living room?? No. Outside looking for a car. I'm desperate with nothing to do man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am i'm doing in my room?? Facing the computer. Watching HIMYM. Pressing f5. Pressing 'home'. Type type type. Laugh. That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-500539988354755100?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/500539988354755100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=500539988354755100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/500539988354755100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/500539988354755100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-sat-in-my-room.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-9127239710432566981</id><published>2011-04-23T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:21:43.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First post after i was released from Matrix. If you really asked me to post about it, it would be endless. Many things happened. Throughout the 10 months. And yes, it changed me. I think i would post bout this some other time. Im not getting the inspiration to blog about this yet. I need to get the feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im back and im already starting to get bored. Back to the life when i start to rot. Sleeping at 3 or 4 am. Waking up at 12. Soon, it won't be like this anymore. Just went to get a car. Yes, its confirmed. Im getting a Myvi. That would mean im going to be the family driver. At least i have something to bring me out rather than staying at home. One more week. Lets wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-9127239710432566981?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/9127239710432566981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=9127239710432566981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/9127239710432566981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/9127239710432566981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-post-after-i-was-released-from.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-6252588674307368688</id><published>2011-04-16T14:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T14:17:22.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break a leg. NONO! Break a NAIL!</title><content type='html'>So, I was gangbang-ing Ah how with two of my other friends and i end up breaking my toe nail. BY MYSELF! I was on the top while Gxian and Teik Siang is hamburger-ing him. Jump and jump and jump without realising i broke my nail when i hit the side of the bed=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VuvOEHCXrMw/TakzsQc3v_I/AAAAAAAAAe0/kW39Hu8UI5c/s1600/DSC01768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VuvOEHCXrMw/TakzsQc3v_I/AAAAAAAAAe0/kW39Hu8UI5c/s320/DSC01768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596060847407874034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pCV1YCfPxE4/TakzsPWrBdI/AAAAAAAAAes/Fok5m_sh4_c/s1600/DSC01767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pCV1YCfPxE4/TakzsPWrBdI/AAAAAAAAAes/Fok5m_sh4_c/s320/DSC01767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596060847113438674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ou7Tt66hLYA/Takzr-bqLzI/AAAAAAAAAek/7aidDkABIGw/s1600/DSC01765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ou7Tt66hLYA/Takzr-bqLzI/AAAAAAAAAek/7aidDkABIGw/s320/DSC01765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596060842570952498" 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/6393374845090117176-6252588674307368688?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/6252588674307368688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=6252588674307368688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/6252588674307368688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/6252588674307368688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/04/break-leg-nono-break-nail.html' title='Break a leg. NONO! Break a NAIL!'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VuvOEHCXrMw/TakzsQc3v_I/AAAAAAAAAe0/kW39Hu8UI5c/s72-c/DSC01768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-5124158915556375992</id><published>2011-04-14T12:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T12:54:57.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are partially over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how i've done. Maybe just moderate. I hope its enough for me to get an A. There is another half to go. 3 days break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, i'll be home. I don't know how to feel. My heart is sinking like a ship. Like how Titanic sank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-5124158915556375992?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5124158915556375992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=5124158915556375992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/5124158915556375992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/5124158915556375992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/04/exams-are-partially-over.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-8151779567092172249</id><published>2011-04-07T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T23:03:12.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you walk the talk?</title><content type='html'>First of all, can you walk the talk? If not, don't talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-8151779567092172249?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/8151779567092172249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=8151779567092172249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/8151779567092172249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/8151779567092172249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/04/can-you-walk-talk.html' title='Can you walk the talk?'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-3723246015489882672</id><published>2011-04-05T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T01:14:02.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Effects of caffeine</title><content type='html'>Keeps you awake for the first few hours. WIDE AWAKE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the effect is going off....*stomach grumbles* *head spinning* *body imbalance* *nausea*. This feeling i have now sucks. I still dun want to sleep. But it seems i have no choice. I dun wan to faint when i stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-3723246015489882672?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3723246015489882672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=3723246015489882672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3723246015489882672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3723246015489882672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/04/effects-of-caffeine.html' title='Effects of caffeine'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-165956757052602014</id><published>2011-04-04T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T17:10:20.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Gang's Official Launch</title><content type='html'>Ok. The title of this blog says everything. But it's stupid la. Haha. I can't believe we get such a name. Sounds totally =.= or zzzz or .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had this barbeque session. Which was decided less than 24 hours prior to the event. The making of this bbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason, Lanchew, Teik Siang and Gxian was walking back to the block from cafe. Walked passed C1 and saw some malays bbq. Tada. Something triggered their mind and in less than 20 minutes they decided to have it. That's how "bird" we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ate. A lot. And we even have a teacher advisor for this group. Ms. Ch'ng. Just elder than us by 5 years. Was there tilll quite late as well. And that's the end of the weekend. Simple enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And received a shocking news on State Comp again. State Comp is always full of shocking news. Let's just hope for the best with these two teams standing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-165956757052602014?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/165956757052602014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=165956757052602014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/165956757052602014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/165956757052602014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/04/bird-gangs-official-launch.html' title='Bird Gang&apos;s Official Launch'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-8432039874092350283</id><published>2011-04-01T16:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T17:26:22.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One week have past. And i regretted not updating my blog regularly cos something special happened on almost every single day. So, this is going to be quite long cos its First of all, congrats to those who won for Area Comp. Though it may sound a little dull this time, but i seriously hope everyone ll be talking bout it after they win Singmal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, about stories in KMM. This week have been a massive photo session week among us guys. Let me introduce you to my gang of friends first. Yes its too late but my gang have a name called "Bird Gang". Yes, thats the name. Why? Cos its a direct translation from mandarin of bird 'niao' and we always to stupid or 'niao' stuff and then laugh at ourselves on how stupid and silly are we or anything. So, thats basically us. And at this very moment, my friend just created a FB group for our gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took lots of photos. The first photo session was on 30th March, Wednesday where all non-bumi's meet up to take a photo. Since the photographer is from our "Bird Gang" ( Jih Xian ), we continued taking pictures for another one hour plus. And yes, lots of nice photos. Very nice and i really appreciate that we have a friend like JihXian for us to keep our memories in all those photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9lEKnAmEOiM/TZWZaqGCmbI/AAAAAAAAAeE/tsCyfrDuiFc/s1600/207178_10150146616301200_524861199_6703855_8262126_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9lEKnAmEOiM/TZWZaqGCmbI/AAAAAAAAAeE/tsCyfrDuiFc/s320/207178_10150146616301200_524861199_6703855_8262126_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590543195705612722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ozxvoazVzvE/TZWXZRjFVJI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ZQj7AEIl7LE/s1600/199301_1790225508980_1039870135_31759739_7495236_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ozxvoazVzvE/TZWXZRjFVJI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ZQj7AEIl7LE/s320/199301_1790225508980_1039870135_31759739_7495236_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590540972913415314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mk3UhlJ-Jko/TZWXZJutMpI/AAAAAAAAAdk/geQMQbLwngc/s1600/190349_10150147510581200_524861199_6709495_7925376_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mk3UhlJ-Jko/TZWXZJutMpI/AAAAAAAAAdk/geQMQbLwngc/s320/190349_10150147510581200_524861199_6709495_7925376_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590540970814681746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we continued to the following day with the next photoshoot. We go for futsal and everyone was told to wear jerseys. Yes! We turned out colourful and nice. I LOVE LIVERPOOL! So we took and took photos. And we started playing. I dunno why am i always not in the picture when im in action with the ball.Aih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H_3L15pWWQA/TZWXZfsXGDI/AAAAAAAAAds/C5QF4TJinr0/s1600/197882_10150147527781200_524861199_6709690_5793684_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H_3L15pWWQA/TZWXZfsXGDI/AAAAAAAAAds/C5QF4TJinr0/s320/197882_10150147527781200_524861199_6709690_5793684_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590540976710424626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FwpU1HNrUY4/TZWZaeGI8JI/AAAAAAAAAd8/atpcz9a3ciM/s1600/206434_10150147528976200_524861199_6709704_499024_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FwpU1HNrUY4/TZWZaeGI8JI/AAAAAAAAAd8/atpcz9a3ciM/s320/206434_10150147528976200_524861199_6709704_499024_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590543192484802706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdeURQ6lC84/TZWXZMu1QaI/AAAAAAAAAdc/-KYEKKtXoX8/s1600/188560_10150147497256200_524861199_6709418_6657384_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdeURQ6lC84/TZWXZMu1QaI/AAAAAAAAAdc/-KYEKKtXoX8/s320/188560_10150147497256200_524861199_6709418_6657384_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590540971620516258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes today. My last class with my practicum. Yes it is sad cos we might not know if we ll still see each other. Maybe if we do, its just for a little while during study week. So, photos and photos again. Our them was 'white' that day. Last week was black. Then we went to cafe to eat together. Chatted bout this and that. Our reunion and so on and suddenly someone mentioned about my scandal which my classmate made up=.=With my another Chinese classmate. I seriously dun mind, cos its not real ma. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to have this crazy, fun and caring people as my classmates la. Especially the few girls. I just found that from them that they actually knew what happened to me few months back and kept asking me what happened and so on. And i was even more shocked to know some info that i seriously didnt tell anyone. But i think i did tell one of my classmates so that's how la. But ya, it's nice of them la and honestly i almost cried there, not cause of me remembering what happened, but how nice are they to me. But ya, i still put up a strong upfront in front of them=)I seriously didn't expect them to come and say all this to me. Then the stupid think is they tell me to look forward for the scandal one. Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ybYeO2MJNw/TZWZbA7OHgI/AAAAAAAAAeU/nDXMCcfj5r0/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ybYeO2MJNw/TZWZbA7OHgI/AAAAAAAAAeU/nDXMCcfj5r0/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590543201834245634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2dv1avdExrA/TZWZaxE4LZI/AAAAAAAAAeM/VfRtMxuo-LQ/s1600/DSC01262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2dv1avdExrA/TZWZaxE4LZI/AAAAAAAAAeM/VfRtMxuo-LQ/s320/DSC01262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590543197579783570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since Bird Gang made an appointment at Cafe B, and i was also there with my class earlier. We continued to take pictures. Another album of stupid pictures. I finally know how tiring taking photos is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are down to just few more days. Really hope there's a chance to extend. But with one condition, remove the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lately we took videos individually on our memories in KMM. I'm glad to hear comments bout me. On how i changed in Sem 2. Well, it's cause of someones words to me which really struck my head and that made me changed. I'll tell that someone some time later if i achieved my expected results. Cos if i do, i seriously thank you a lot on giving me those words and changing me. Even my friends agreed. We recapped on all the stupid things we did, important events and many more. I'll blog about this after i leave matrix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-8432039874092350283?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/8432039874092350283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=8432039874092350283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/8432039874092350283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/8432039874092350283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-week-have-past.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9lEKnAmEOiM/TZWZaqGCmbI/AAAAAAAAAeE/tsCyfrDuiFc/s72-c/207178_10150146616301200_524861199_6703855_8262126_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-88733272398731080</id><published>2011-03-27T12:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T12:12:30.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This might be late. But i hope you guys win it this time. Cos you guys are the last time I'm keeping up with in Team SSI. Go for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-88733272398731080?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/88733272398731080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=88733272398731080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/88733272398731080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/88733272398731080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-might-be-late.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-4895666596856160736</id><published>2011-03-26T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T23:54:52.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd week before the final day..</title><content type='html'>It's indeed one of the best weeks here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24th March 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The best futsal game ever here. Chinese might always be the discrimination for football. Well, we didn't proved that we're the best. But at least we won a few matches. Two against the malays. And we had the chance to play among two chinese teams. This seldom happens. So, i'm grateful enough that we have the chance to undergo this experience together. Really appreciate it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th March 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mentor-mentee session. The final one. Time for us to open our Champion hamper for the Maths Explorace. I never expected that our teacher bought 3 more little hampers for us. A huge bucket of mee. 2 cakes. I treated the whole class Ferrero Rocher. Another girl treated the class with cupcakes and also a slideshow specially for our class. Took lots of photos. Lots and lots of photos. Also went for futsal that day, hoping for us to win again. But didn't play long since there's too many people.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th March 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Final outing with my gang. Bird gang. Don't ask me how we got the name. Went to nearby Masjid Tanah for KFC. 9 of us went out. But, 5 of our matric cards of blocked. So we totally cheated the guard. Only one person was held back. The rest went on safely. Hahaha. Walked to supermarket before eating. Then went for KFC. I spent RM 150 there. You'll find  out why later. Had a nice session there. Masjid Tanah is just 10 minutes and it's the first time we went there for KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached KMM sharply before 7 which is our curfew time. Took lots of photos again. Guard making so much of noise telling us to go back. Didn;t really bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nite. Another KFC session with the class. That's why i spend RM 150 cos i treated the whole class of 20 people with KFC. It was also Earth Hour that time so we sort of picnicked under the moonlight. Not a bad experience. And now im here now with four of my best buddies in my room chilling out while writing a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things realle gets better when it comes to an end. Photos will be uploaded all at once after matrix ends. Lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there is something sad or unhappy happening around you, there will also be something around you to cheer you up. You just need to find it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-4895666596856160736?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4895666596856160736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=4895666596856160736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/4895666596856160736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/4895666596856160736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/03/3rd-week-before-final-day.html' title='3rd week before the final day..'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-5488585078704476647</id><published>2011-03-26T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T00:52:02.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting worried. I lost the ability of staying up late to study. Nothing wrong with my body. My heart is not with studying. It is but it's sort of resting at another place. Wait. What crap am i talking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, studying with the computer on every night and blasting songs through my ears at max volume. Yes, it hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-5488585078704476647?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5488585078704476647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=5488585078704476647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/5488585078704476647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/5488585078704476647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-getting-worried.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-1644191764960843071</id><published>2011-03-23T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T20:14:55.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's the date where the results for SPM 2010 is released. Definitely bring back memories of this day on last year. I freaking miss that feeling. It's one of the best feelings in the world i can have after getting my results. But still, it lasted only for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's like someone pressed the 'restart' button and it starts again. But i dun think i can ever get that feeling back. Seriously, i miss that feeling..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-1644191764960843071?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1644191764960843071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=1644191764960843071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1644191764960843071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1644191764960843071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/03/todays-date-where-results-for-spm-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-1531959547002186294</id><published>2011-03-22T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T23:18:56.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm disappointed with this. Absolutely disappointed. Seems like what i've mentioned before this on this blog, it might all be true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-1531959547002186294?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1531959547002186294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=1531959547002186294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1531959547002186294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1531959547002186294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-disappointed-with-this.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-1400638294429330862</id><published>2011-03-20T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T20:15:23.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back in my college for probably the last time in my study period. I don't think i ll still be going home or out anymore. Maybe once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and found out many things. The moment i reached home, my mum came telling me. "Do you know your dad lost his iPhone?". I'm lyk, ok....It's the second phone he lost after his Nokia N80 which last him only 2 months. Then she continued saying he not only lost his iPhone but also his RayBen sunglass while having his photoshooting sessions with his camera. Oh man. I'm just away for one month and he sort of burnt thousands of ringgit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm now using my mum's watch after my watch broke down. Damn. Meals back at home was definitely awesome. JB didn't change much after one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be Bieber fever all over the world. Maybe it still is but now everyones talking bout Bruno Mars. Well, i noticed it very long ago but i didnt make it a big deal cos getting crazy over the same singer is usual. But not after i found out that my mum and me is actually using the same ring tone, Just the way you are. My mum heard my hp rang and said, "Hey, is that your handphone?" "Ya?" " You're using the same ringtone as me!". Again, im sort of speechless cos  mum and me with same ringtone?Erm. Then again on the car, she went, any songs by Bruno Mars is good. Totally random. Things get weirder when my mum is also part of the paparazzi. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a haircut already. Forced to. Back in college and everyone is shocked with my change of hairstyle. Haha. More shocks to come tomorrow. One more month to go. And im getting very worried. I can't see myself studying. 3 more weeks to exam. I still remember when i studied last semester. It's like @#$%. This time it's sort of relaxed. I'm not over confident. Sort of lost the drive for it. ARGHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. Let's appreciate the last month. Exactly one month to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-1400638294429330862?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1400638294429330862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=1400638294429330862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1400638294429330862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1400638294429330862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-in-my-college-for-probably-last.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-2007075510371167812</id><published>2011-03-18T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T19:28:05.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack of all trades but master at none</title><content type='html'>What's it to feel like a Jack of all trades but master at none? Ask me. I dunno what to feel. Cos that is definitely me. I fall into this category for almost every aspects of life. Is it good or is it bad? I can do many things, but im not a pro at it. You ask me, " Hey, you know how to do this?". The answer is yes, i do know how to do. But i can only give you the basic knowledges. I'm not a pro at it. After matrix, I want to be a pro in something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to do many things that others can't do i great. But there's definitely one or two around us which turns out to be a master at it. So, that sort of covered my existance? Ah! But i still think its  good to be a Jack of all trades. At least we just need more time to master it. Compared to people with totally no knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home now. Uploading aerobic videos courtesy of my classmates. First meal back at home is Mcdonalds. Great. Dinner tonight is crab. Going back SSI tomorrow to see my juniors. And maybe take my SPM cert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is in 3 more weeks. I'm really getting lazy. I totally dun have the exam feel. I still remember how i stayed up till 2 or 3am last semester. Now, im sleeping a lot. Having too much fun. I'm still placing studies in the first place. But thinking again, i keep thinking about the fact of leaving this place in one months time and i end up doing something else having fun. I hope I'll be able to make it through with my studies. I want to accomplish my 16A' mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BE A DENTIST! And I'll be a master at this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-2007075510371167812?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/2007075510371167812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=2007075510371167812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/2007075510371167812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/2007075510371167812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/03/jack-of-all-trades-but-master-at-none.html' title='Jack of all trades but master at none'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-3786510260110208355</id><published>2011-03-14T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T23:42:28.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All England 2011</title><content type='html'>It's so frustrating to watch Koo Kien Keat and Tan Boon Heong lose. It's even worse to find out that Lee Chong Wei won Lin Dan and being unable to watch the match. Damn! The match between Koo-Tan and the Danish pair was rather entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first set gave a sign of relief but if you're a huge follower of badminton championships, you'll realise it's totally not a good sign after all. This pair is having some problems with consistency i guess. It's been the third I've watch them lose in a rubber set, which the heart and adrenaline pumping type of suspense. Previously, the lose to Cai Yun-Fu Haifeng and the Markis Kida-Hendra Setiawan pair in the same manner. Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate it so much that the All England officials put Chong Wei's match as the last one. Played at around 12am Malaysian time and RTM is not broadcasting it. And we have no Astro in the tv room. So all i do is wait for the results on livescore. But its totally useless. I want to watch the match live! One fine day I'm so going to watch badminton in a stadium. I've done that for football around 3 times already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing i just realised. Not to say I've done a mistake or i just realised this now. Just suddenly thought of writing after my mind got triggered by something. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take things in life slowly and don't hesitate. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wonder why some people is so desperate for love, money, sex, victory, triumph so on and so forth. To me, I'll say just let life flow like it's water. If you want to rush things and get few things at one go, the water'll come rushing down to you like tsunami and everything you want is destroyed. So yeah, that's the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of tsunami, 8.9 ritcher scale earthquake is definitely a thing to remember for everyone on this earth. Many things have been said about this earthquake. Some said it's retribution for the Japanese. Some believe it's just natural disaster. But what's the point arguing? Cos only God knows it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-3786510260110208355?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3786510260110208355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=3786510260110208355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3786510260110208355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3786510260110208355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-england-2011.html' title='All England 2011'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-2902939830598319719</id><published>2011-03-12T22:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T23:09:39.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew's Birthday and Exploremath</title><content type='html'>Celebrated Andrew's birthday in advance yesterday. At BSA, the illegal place which i introduced to them. Practised drama there. And his celebration too. Haha. It's so good that he din expect this surprise coming from us. I ordered the cake for him and he liked it. It's sort of my favourite too. That's why i ordered that. Haha. Blurberry cake rocks. I dunno why i think so suddenly. And listening to how he got bashed by his roommates, hilarious. It's celebrated in advance since many people is going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Talking about today. It's another unexpected day. Today is a Saturday and there's a program arranged for us called Program Alpha whereby students who got A- and A for maths for the previous major exam needs to join. The first two hours which is 8 to 10 is just a usual lecture. Many people 'ponteng' this program. I planned to do so but nvm. Andrew and me was at the last row of the lecture hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this programme called Explomath after the lecture at 10.30. It's for all the students who was involved in Alpha. Students were divided into groups of 4 or 5 by the organisers. According to classes. Our class had like 14 people in this program so we had 3 groups. My group was third. H3. This Explomaths is basically Explorace and you need to answer math questions at every stations. Fastest with the correct answer is ranked first for the station. And it will accumulate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tQHwR2YeM-I/TXuKoADHNKI/AAAAAAAAAc8/dH6Yc7YHdnI/s1600/12032011621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583208582868317346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tQHwR2YeM-I/TXuKoADHNKI/AAAAAAAAAc8/dH6Yc7YHdnI/s320/12032011621.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our group. H3. Why not H1? I'm loving No.1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were more than 400 students and for my course, there's about 50 groups. I woke up early in the morning expecting this day is gonna be boring. What do you expect? A schooling saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected, my group won. The whole freaking thing beating more than 50 groups. What the hell?!?! But actually yea, i really pushed through a lot after getting first for the first two stations. Adrenaline can't stop and looking at the faces of my classmates, i know they want to win too. So, i'm the one who rushed to get the questions first everytime. We got first for 7 out of 10 stations. Hahaha. But also thanks to the other group who was competing with us at every station. They are from Sains Fizikal so they aren't the same category as us. Good news is, they were champions too. Great feeling to win together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how things are getting so much better over here. And it all happens when its coming to an end. Friends are asking me, why are you so lucky?? You seem to win everything you join. Bowling, prom night lucky draw ( this is mentioned by them just for fun cos its clearly stated "luck" in the game ), aerobic and this Explomaths. Thing is, efforts are not all from me, but from the people around me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not forgetting, yesterday's mentor-mentee session was fun too. Played 'poison box'. Dunno if its the right name cos i just directly translated. Everyone was sporting. And Shida treated our class with this cake. It means i just ate two cakes yesterday. Andrew's blueberry cake and this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AfVhNX4f6_8/TXuKn3UmRlI/AAAAAAAAAc0/P5XZeidMwlw/s1600/11032011615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583208580525737554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AfVhNX4f6_8/TXuKn3UmRlI/AAAAAAAAAc0/P5XZeidMwlw/s320/11032011615.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XMdphyIvJ8A/TXuKoaYbhdI/AAAAAAAAAdE/lgDBiWTdrgI/s1600/12032011623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583208589937051090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XMdphyIvJ8A/TXuKoaYbhdI/AAAAAAAAAdE/lgDBiWTdrgI/s320/12032011623.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Siew Li, Hanisah, Justin, Alissa, Nani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZX1gdyAR9c/TXuKohJ3bVI/AAAAAAAAAdM/jVZ837r8TmM/s1600/DSC00497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583208591755013458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZX1gdyAR9c/TXuKohJ3bVI/AAAAAAAAAdM/jVZ837r8TmM/s320/DSC00497.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My group. With the first place hamper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrxjR0WoVSc/TXuLQVBMr4I/AAAAAAAAAdU/FZzlOwgWcfw/s1600/DSC00498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583209275692199810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrxjR0WoVSc/TXuLQVBMr4I/AAAAAAAAAdU/FZzlOwgWcfw/s320/DSC00498.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People from my class who were present. There's actually two more boys but they left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm supposed to be home but since Teoh's dad's car spoiled, I'm still in my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6393374845090117176-2902939830598319719?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/2902939830598319719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=2902939830598319719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/2902939830598319719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/2902939830598319719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/03/andrews-birthday-and-exploremath.html' title='Andrew&apos;s Birthday and Exploremath'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tQHwR2YeM-I/TXuKoADHNKI/AAAAAAAAAc8/dH6Yc7YHdnI/s72-c/12032011621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-5813839971062800227</id><published>2011-03-11T23:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T00:19:22.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Talking about my previous weekend. It was great. Or wait. Is it awesome? I've been using this "awesome" word a lot lately. Inspired by Barney=.= Nvm. So we headed to Melaka Town in the evening. And if not mistaken, we went to look for a hotel first and dinner and a haircut. I was very casual then. Just in three-quarter pants and got stung by lots and lots of mosquito. Good thing Andrew switched place with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a haircut after that. I didn't quite much. So did my friends. But one of them took one and a half hour for a haircut. Not sure if you all have heard of this barber but he's a sissy and works in Dataran Pahlawan. There's this video of him posted on Facebook before and he's definitely a very very entertaining barber. And good at it as well. Not bad and rather worth it waiting there for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to hotel. Chatted a lot. There was ChunWei, Sying, Andrew, Teik Siang, Gxian and Peng with us. The drama crew. One of the part i'll remember that night is how Sying scared me almost to death. OMG. Lights are all off. She was next to my bed with ChunWei between us. And she suddenly came crawling calling Juussstiiiinnnnn~~~ with the creepy tone. With her eyes, black and scary, i dunno why. It might sound normal here but maybe she's too good at doing it that i was seriously shocked and traumatized for few minutes. I immediately jumped off the bed=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day is prom. Yes. I was the host for a show and also emcee for certain parts. Honestly, that day was the first time i was so so nervous of going up the stage. Partly cos im the very first presenter to go on stage and i ll be needing audience's support cos im sort of a host. So, many things are in my mind. What if there's no response? What is this happen? That? This? and man things. But everything was fine. Even when i emcee-ed. Good thing is. I felt very happy and pround after some ppl including the organisers sms-ed me to thank and congratulate me on the good emcee job. In my point of view, i didn't do well for the first one cos i'm really too nervous. I'm moving too much=.=But i appreciate that some others appreciate wat i did. Was very thankful after getting those comments. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrGE3JrHeww/TXpJIXJmxgI/AAAAAAAAAcE/nER3xLWwkeA/s1600/DSC06519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582855096081237506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrGE3JrHeww/TXpJIXJmxgI/AAAAAAAAAcE/nER3xLWwkeA/s320/DSC06519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me!=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the drama was sort of successful. People loved it. And anything you can think of. I didn't get to take much pictures. I was rushing off to Pengkalan Balak later cos my fren is fetching. No choice. Took just a few photos and left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-g7waB7Fls/TXpJIzivpzI/AAAAAAAAAcM/f_xhE08Rq5g/s1600/IMG_1379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582855103702869810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-g7waB7Fls/TXpJIzivpzI/AAAAAAAAAcM/f_xhE08Rq5g/s320/IMG_1379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BwuPFs-Cy1Q/TXpJJG1xPGI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ppz_RZ0Dr8s/s1600/IMG_1380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582855108882938978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BwuPFs-Cy1Q/TXpJJG1xPGI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ppz_RZ0Dr8s/s320/IMG_1380.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chun Wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-biJDRyq3tkY/TXpJJRgZ_qI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Ol5EHUOAMQo/s1600/IMG_1381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582855111746125474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-biJDRyq3tkY/TXpJJRgZ_qI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Ol5EHUOAMQo/s320/IMG_1381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sying. This is the one! The one who gave me the scare of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qvIzu90ENQM/TXpKyffPGuI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Vd4v8pcz_rs/s1600/IMG_1412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582856919385578210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qvIzu90ENQM/TXpKyffPGuI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Vd4v8pcz_rs/s320/IMG_1412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The crew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QJP3PIooTTQ/TXpKx5gzYAI/AAAAAAAAAck/KFnH5i2o6eQ/s1600/IMG_1377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582856909191602178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QJP3PIooTTQ/TXpKx5gzYAI/AAAAAAAAAck/KFnH5i2o6eQ/s320/IMG_1377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting. I won the lucky draw. Haha. Got a custom-made pillow. Nice, but not as nice as my own wan.=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Overnight with classmates was awesome too. The beach, the songs, the laughter and many more. And its very worth paying the price. Everyone enjoyed. Only thing i hate is that i missed the banana boat. Ah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkdIV_vmZZQ/TXo-wXklFkI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ujWL0qaD_6s/s1600/183461_1433061565983_1816230940_825184_2986156_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582843688761235010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkdIV_vmZZQ/TXo-wXklFkI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ujWL0qaD_6s/s320/183461_1433061565983_1816230940_825184_2986156_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really hope all this stuff won't stop and we wouldnt meet exams. Cos it's times lyk this we learn to cherish our frens and everything we have by our side. One more month to go and we're bidding farewell. Cherish this last one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Back home tmr~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6393374845090117176-5813839971062800227?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5813839971062800227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=5813839971062800227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/5813839971062800227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/5813839971062800227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/03/talking-about-my-previous-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrGE3JrHeww/TXpJIXJmxgI/AAAAAAAAAcE/nER3xLWwkeA/s72-c/DSC06519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-7489070203279478366</id><published>2011-03-07T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T00:06:34.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My weekend was great. But i think i ll blog about it next time. Trying to get photos first. Although there wasn't many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the week is what? Man U got trashed by Liverpool? Did i just hear something wrong? No, I didn't. It's true. Look at how Suarez manipulated the game and Kuyt giving those simple finishes. See, this is how life goes. Looking at how someone sits at the top with the manager having the wrong attitude. And u start to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just lyk people. They thought they are having the best attitude. Treating some nicely and the others badly. And just as you might not realised. Even the close ones aren't having a good impression of you cos everyone have eyes. Why do i say that?Hmm. Maybe cos the good friends are the ones spreading your bad news around. Yes, we might not believe it. But it does happens. Cos im witnessing a situation now, which doesn't involve me. But others. Fortunately. And ya. It might be you, you and you too. Think bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned many things. On almost everything. I don't mind people having a bad first impression of me. Seriously. Cos that's not me. If that person really wants to know me deeper, then make the effort and you'll know me. That's how we make friends. Making friends aren't easy. But forgetting one, just take a few seconds after you made a new one. Just like how little childs pick their toys~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-7489070203279478366?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7489070203279478366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=7489070203279478366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7489070203279478366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7489070203279478366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-weekend-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-7609938672548888877</id><published>2011-03-04T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T16:23:17.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since i blogged. Not very long actually. Didn't get to go online. Broadband was terminated=.= Nvm. It's back to work now. Nothing special happened here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, prom is tomorrow and although I'm not the organisers, certain jobs have been passed to me. We came up with a drama directed by Chun Wei. Well, his drama isn't drama you can simply laugh due to humour or anything. His drama is real professional drama you always se on professional stage. Feel very glad that i have this chance to experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im going to be the emcee for certain parts tomorrow. Not really emcee. Let's say a host for a show. A singing competition like American Idol. Yes, and im going to be like Ryan Seacrest. Standing solo all alone in front of the crowd. The difference is that, the crowd im having tomorrow might not be as sporting as the one Ryan had. So i hope nothing goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to leave for Malacca soon. Prom's in Equitorial Hotel. Then tomorrow night having another overnight at Pengkalan Balak. It's just a beach. This weekend is going to be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to remind myself, i hope my life doesn't get tooooo awesome till i forget my studies. It's arnd 50 more days for me to stay here. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-7609938672548888877?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7609938672548888877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=7609938672548888877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7609938672548888877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7609938672548888877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-been-long-time-since-i-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-7657797003661080410</id><published>2011-02-26T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T20:28:22.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So aerobic's over but the fever is still on. Having a class barbeque which teacher arranged. And Prom Night is next week. Not really night. It ll start in the afternoon since we can't reach back here in KMM after 7.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another drama performance to prepare for for the night. Clothes all done just my hair is too long. Damn. Gotta do something about it. After that, i ll be staying over night with my classmates at a beach, on the same night. Looks like another adventurous week is waiting. We'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Video still on the way~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-7657797003661080410?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7657797003661080410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=7657797003661080410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7657797003661080410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7657797003661080410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-aerobics-over-but-fever-is-still-on.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-7290065561267128930</id><published>2011-02-25T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T00:43:04.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right after i posted my previous post, I just realised that the part swelled. Might be off to the doctors tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-7290065561267128930?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7290065561267128930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=7290065561267128930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7290065561267128930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7290065561267128930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/02/right-after-i-posted-my-previous-post-i.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-4944901446253993041</id><published>2011-02-25T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T00:37:30.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now what?? First, I can't really walk straight this morning cos of my left knee. But it got well after i got used to the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at nite, I stepped on a bee without realizing. *I was bare-footed that time* I didn't realised i stepped on something and i continue walking back to my room from JihXian's room ( the room diagonal to mine ). As i approached my room door, i felt something itching my left feet. As i reached the door, I felt the pain and i started to jump. I skipped to my bed and saw the stinger on my left feet. I didn't know it was a bee's stinger. I thought it was just a thorn, but how can i step on a thorn which is lying on the floor. So, i started to think it's a bee's stinger. Plucked it off, feeling the awful pain, seriously pain like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to squeeze out blood but nothing came out. I skipped out to the corridor again. Hoping I don't see a bee. And yes. I saw this bee lying flat on the floor. I crushed it without realising. Started to panic. Hopefully I wasn't stung. It's sort of fine now after just one hour. Just that i still can't walk strait. But problem is, ll it get any worse?? Hopefully not. Cos i dun wan to report any more of my injuries here. Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson is, always look for a slipper if u wan to walk. The stupid part of the whole thing is, when i came out from JihXian's room, i thought my slipper was at my room, thats why i walked bare-footed back. But then i later realised that my slipper is just right at his doorstep. Just a simple 10 steps to my room and i stepped on that bee=.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-4944901446253993041?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4944901446253993041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=4944901446253993041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/4944901446253993041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/4944901446253993041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/02/now-what-first-i-cant-really-walk.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-7097358989606977168</id><published>2011-02-23T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T00:20:21.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day after victory. Celebration. Our main choreographer, Khalila treated the whole class. I'm loving this whole aerobic thing. It really reflects many things and changes things too. Just like our relationship among all classmates. Opened our hamper in a very very comfortable room while watching our championship video played through the projector. Including the second places video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VXXwxMuAmo8/TWUxk42q6GI/AAAAAAAAAbM/aEsgcx8fL5c/s1600/23022011553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576918223374968930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VXXwxMuAmo8/TWUxk42q6GI/AAAAAAAAAbM/aEsgcx8fL5c/s320/23022011553.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seriously, I've never carried a hamper this big and heavy in my life. It's really heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-55yhFgnK2tM/TWUyz9-pyOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/QSOz6Yy1sEw/s1600/23022011560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576919581960292578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-55yhFgnK2tM/TWUyz9-pyOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/QSOz6Yy1sEw/s320/23022011560.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See how everyone's enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mTiHTz0xnew/TWUyzovyS_I/AAAAAAAAAbs/lMrZOfcavV4/s1600/23022011559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576919576260791282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mTiHTz0xnew/TWUyzovyS_I/AAAAAAAAAbs/lMrZOfcavV4/s320/23022011559.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WwRf5DxnbPI/TWUyzY6JUqI/AAAAAAAAAbk/OiBzHI2NV64/s1600/23022011558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576919572009276066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WwRf5DxnbPI/TWUyzY6JUqI/AAAAAAAAAbk/OiBzHI2NV64/s320/23022011558.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-72ogsLJyqGA/TWUyzF0OU5I/AAAAAAAAAbc/XQWPlICTNgk/s1600/23022011556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576919566884164498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-72ogsLJyqGA/TWUyzF0OU5I/AAAAAAAAAbc/XQWPlICTNgk/s320/23022011556.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girl in that white tudung, that's Khalila. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We only lost to them by 0.5 marks. And guess why we won?? Although the second place team won all the audiences heart, but the judges decided us cos we have higher impact and more energy. What's more? Our's looks more like aerobic but theirs doesn't. These are the feedbacks i got from the judges. But that group is really great. The solo dance stunted us all and left us speechless. Nvm. It's over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll try posting video's here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And once again, i feel i really fail in taking care of myself. Just realised how much my body is injured today. Lol. Yesterday, during the performance, I ended with the stunt Jet used to do. Yes, it's actually very easy. But too bad yesterday my hand was too weak to support me cos i actually stayed up for quite long. So, i didn't really give myself a proper landing and i just plan to drop my body. Well, i thought it was fine! I didn't know my shoulder is hurting today=.=And futsal is always the cause of most injury. Got banged my some malay guy at my knee. Didn't knew it would hurt for so long so i just continued and here it is now. I'm limping. Haha. Great job man. It's usual so i guess its alright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6393374845090117176-7097358989606977168?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7097358989606977168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=7097358989606977168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7097358989606977168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7097358989606977168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-after-victory.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VXXwxMuAmo8/TWUxk42q6GI/AAAAAAAAAbM/aEsgcx8fL5c/s72-c/23022011553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-7427125444260515786</id><published>2011-02-22T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:34:00.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is seriously unbelievable. We've been screaming all night. We actually won!! We just won the Aerobic Dance Competition in front of that big crowd!! WTF!! Unbelievable. Seriously, our efforts paid. 10 hours of training during the weekend paid off. Coming out every nite paid off. Sacrificing the whole week not studying paid off too. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the teacher liked my high impact music. That rocks. I should not be a dentist. Let's be a composer now. Anyway, i didn't really expect this win. I was really nervous but at the same time keeping confidence. I thought we'd lost to H1P7 after that malay guy come out and do his dance. Oh gosh. I wan to watch that again. They lost to us by 0.5 marks. So, we're both champions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting. We're the first team to perform out of 7. Yes. I was the one who went for the lucky draw and i drew NUMBER 1!! WTH!! Shocking for the whole class. Tried to motivate ourselves and yes. We've proven that H1P1 performed number 1 and is forever number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to upload the photos once i have it. And yes. I've learnt a lot of stunts here till my back got hurt. Haha. But yes. It paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H1P1 forever Number 1!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-7427125444260515786?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7427125444260515786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=7427125444260515786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7427125444260515786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7427125444260515786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-is-seriously-unbelievable.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-6347043624807498420</id><published>2011-02-19T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T23:33:39.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just learned another quote from HIMYM just now while watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time is the only thing to heal a broken heart", quoted by Ted Mosby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes. I agree. And now, did i just injured my wrist while doing that stunt on the road?? Cos my wrist sort of hurts now. I think it's not. And hopefully its not too. Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-6347043624807498420?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/6347043624807498420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=6347043624807498420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/6347043624807498420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/6347043624807498420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-just-learned-another-quote-from.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-712307532532740631</id><published>2011-02-19T11:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T11:48:52.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm seriously exhausted. My body is seriously not having enough rest for this whole week. With the competition coming on, we were suddenly told that we are involved in a Biology Exhibition. And all those while i thought i could just skip it until they told me to be the presenter since they said "Speaking is your profession". Are you sure? You need to think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ya. So i just presented to the juries with another two fellow classmates. I didn't really bother bout this exhibition cos we seriously didn't know it was a competition until last nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i am very very thankful for those 5 girls in my class who have done so much for everything for the class. Lol. I think they're 10 times worse than me cos they did almost all the preparations. So, it's sort of proven that males need the females. They slept at around 3 or 4 am almost everynite. Superwomans. They might not be good in their studies, except for one chinese one, but at least they are gifted with such capabilities and also the ability to lead something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've sacrificed so much sweat and time for the aerobic dance competition and so i hope we win. Some controversy is happening now. Head my friends telling me another class ( arch rival ) is copying our moves. Well, i don't like to be harsh to confront them but hey, go get something better your own. Those 5 girls stayed up figuring the moves themselves and you just take it. No balls or wat! Can come and record us practising to copy summore. Haha. After saying all this, i hope we win. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't mind losing if we've given our best. So, later again. I'm in my room for less than 8 hours everyday, including the sleeping time. So, I want to stay in my room longer today. Let's just skip lunch and sleep. I'll have it in my dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-712307532532740631?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/712307532532740631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=712307532532740631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/712307532532740631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/712307532532740631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-seriously-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-1233447197102352368</id><published>2011-02-16T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T20:11:56.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank God!! My journey for getting 16A's hasn't ended. It will continue till i get the last 4! Yup. This actually means I just got 4A's for my previous test again. Hopefully i ll make it happen one more time for me to have peace at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next fight is the competition. Let's rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I'm still stuck at the first season of HIMYM when those peoples who i passed the show to finished all 5 seasons. I'm really a loser here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-1233447197102352368?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1233447197102352368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=1233447197102352368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1233447197102352368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1233447197102352368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/02/thank-god-my-journey-for-getting-16as.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-3352544255968406842</id><published>2011-02-15T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T23:57:06.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im freaking tired right now. 7 hours of jumping and choreographing. Seriously hope we win! Yeah!! I wan to win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not focus on that. All the best for my results tomorrow. 4A's!! Hopefully~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-3352544255968406842?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3352544255968406842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=3352544255968406842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3352544255968406842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3352544255968406842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-freaking-tired-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-1711056481861199213</id><published>2011-02-15T10:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T10:28:23.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck you, bitch. Go do whatever you want with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-1711056481861199213?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1711056481861199213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=1711056481861199213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1711056481861199213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1711056481861199213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/02/fuck-you-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-579680521007349119</id><published>2011-02-14T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T20:54:25.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Typing error on previous post. Results are out this Wednesday. Quiz tomorrow and more trainings coming up. Hope everyone cooperates. Seriosuly. Aih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ya. Thanks for that little gift. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-579680521007349119?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/579680521007349119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=579680521007349119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/579680521007349119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/579680521007349119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/02/typing-error-on-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-1674571162939380811</id><published>2011-02-14T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T00:35:14.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's just half an hour past Valentine's day. And my mouth is already aching due to all the smiling. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And results are postponed to Saturday which means i basically i sort have nothing to celebrate today. More trainings tomorrow and my body is aching even more. Especially my back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-1674571162939380811?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1674571162939380811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=1674571162939380811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1674571162939380811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1674571162939380811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-just-half-hour-past-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-3439517781885285895</id><published>2011-02-13T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T00:31:28.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At this time now, my feet, waist and back freaking hurts. Yeah. It hurts lyk @#$%!!!! Hands tired. Soft lyk feather. Not cos of futsal or badminton or sports or watever. Thank's to all that acrobatic stunts im practising. Yes. It's real acrobatic stunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1..2..3..PAAAPPP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the sound of my back hitting flat on the floor. Ooooohhhh. But yes. I succeeded. No pain, no gain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-3439517781885285895?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3439517781885285895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=3439517781885285895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3439517781885285895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3439517781885285895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/02/at-this-time-now-my-feet-and-back.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-3432931395943739453</id><published>2011-02-11T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T19:54:46.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shit. Dead beat after that futsal game. Feel lyk fainting. And there's still class tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-3432931395943739453?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3432931395943739453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=3432931395943739453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3432931395943739453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3432931395943739453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/02/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-3333286865090557954</id><published>2011-02-11T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T16:45:28.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mentor-mentee session is speechless to me. Watch movie=.= I signed. I sat. I leave within 10 minutes. Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to this blog on my own feels awesome!! Much better than posting statuses on FB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-3333286865090557954?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3333286865090557954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=3333286865090557954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3333286865090557954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3333286865090557954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/02/mentor-mentee-session-is-speechless-to.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-690514151479992721</id><published>2011-02-10T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:42:46.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hates it when night comes, cos im all alone in the room=.=Yes, its peaceful and nice for me to study but too much peach brings boredom. Argh. Im always not contented with what i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPS results are out next monday, 14th Feb. Yes, it does sounds familiar. It's Valentine's day. Dunno how i did for Chemistry and hopefully i survived this hurdle and get 4A's again. Hopefully. So at least i have something to celebrate on that day since im not celebrating the other one. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to onlining? I'm doing my studies with the laptop on for the past week already. Damn. I need to leave this buddy here at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-690514151479992721?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/690514151479992721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=690514151479992721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/690514151479992721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/690514151479992721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/02/hates-it-when-night-comes-cos-im-all.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-2789270162324288464</id><published>2011-02-09T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T22:07:24.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did i forget to mention i actually sort of mastered wave-boarding? Lol. Not really masterred but at least i know how to use it, just not give enough to bring it around. And i learned from 2 girls aged 6 and 8, my cousins. Great huh? The first time i saw them doing it, i was thinking it must be easy, they're only 6 and 8=.=Hell im wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the papers and many ppl is commiting suicide. One girl in Malacca commited suicide cos of love. Was at the staffroom and lecturers were talking bout it until Miss Hazel dragged me in. What the hell? Let's not resolve things with death, thats the conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skin problem is sort of back. Damn. Itchy dry patches of skins. Get off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-2789270162324288464?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/2789270162324288464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=2789270162324288464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/2789270162324288464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/2789270162324288464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/02/did-i-forget-to-mention-i-actually-sort.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-1979289833679165390</id><published>2011-02-07T11:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T11:34:28.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back in the room since 10.30. Class cancelled so i have till 2pm. Arghh. What's the point of coming back on Sunday then??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got an English research to finish, the one mentioned earlier. Aihh. And 2 quizzes this week. I don't think i care bout them anymore. That's what i always say. But my actions are always different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling bored already altho there's a lot to do since the minute i reached here=.=Can someone just fill my time with better things and entertain me to make my life livelier? Nah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-1979289833679165390?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1979289833679165390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=1979289833679165390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1979289833679165390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1979289833679165390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-in-room-since-10.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-2709101059844943440</id><published>2011-02-06T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T16:21:44.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>200th post on this blog. Currently, my feeling sucks cos im back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-2709101059844943440?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/2709101059844943440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=2709101059844943440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/2709101059844943440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/2709101059844943440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/02/200th-post-on-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-916239184283774480</id><published>2011-02-05T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T21:31:31.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd nite of CNY and its sort of almost the end for me. Back to college tmr. Everytime i need to write this, i feel so @#$%. No choice. Life's this way. There's always ups and downs. So now i have to fight for another 3 months or so. I seriously wan to finish this quick. Cant take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Melaka tmr. I hate packing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-916239184283774480?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/916239184283774480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=916239184283774480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/916239184283774480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/916239184283774480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/02/3rd-nite-of-cny-and-its-sort-of-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-7648957535514829588</id><published>2011-02-04T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T23:41:35.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY '11</title><content type='html'>Second night of CNY. This year felt nice. Altho it was rather usual just like any other celebrations we used to have in Pontian. But this simply means every celebration there is good, isn't? Angpows and bakgua is done. But mandarin orange is still in the process. But i actually used more of my time trying to finish Plants vs Zombies for the second time=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a little sore throat now. Not surprising and rather expectable. Let's see. Two glasses of plain water a day? Ya, sort of. And the rest is Root beer, Coke, Shandy and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner of the first nite is at Grand Straits Garden. And that place blacked out thrice! How great. But it was rather good. The surrounding, the food, the service and any other except the black out. Then left for Pontian the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what i've been telling people is quite true. "Once you've win a lot in gambling, stop and dun continue or you'll lose even more than you won". And it hit be right in the ass. Was actually gambling for the past week in college. I won about RM40 the first day. And few other times months ago. Winnings might have accumulated to almost RM100. And then continued for few days there. Lost a lot. More and more. And more and more. Till today. But i dun think i've actually lost more than RM100 so its still safe. But next year, I "should" be more careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss CNY food. So im consuming a lot. Yeah. What's the plan tomorrow? Still in process. Mum suggested to stay a night in Melaka before sending me back. But why Melaka when i've been totally bored of it?? So plans cancelled. Wanted to skip school on Monday but wasn't allowed. Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i know is im going to get up early tmr to finish my task so i get to enjoy the next year in peace before that person returns=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year continuing and hope it gets better in this two days=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-7648957535514829588?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7648957535514829588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=7648957535514829588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7648957535514829588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7648957535514829588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/02/cny-11.html' title='CNY &apos;11'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-8316822188389383566</id><published>2011-02-01T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T23:25:34.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm home, i'm in one piece and i'm fine plus i've not vomitted today. I guess it's a good start since yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-8316822188389383566?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/8316822188389383566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=8316822188389383566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/8316822188389383566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/8316822188389383566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-home-im-in-one-piece-and-im-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-2438531628748764030</id><published>2011-01-31T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:35:06.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Extremely bad news. I'm not sure with what sickness am i having now but i've vomitted for the amount of 3 times today. Can't be food poisoning cos i dun have diarrhoea or anything. Can't be fever as well. Still thinking if i should eat later cos i think i ll still throw it all out anyway=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me get well by tomorrow. I want to celebrate CNY with the best health i can get. Ahhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting. I actually watched a cantonese show with my friends during the outing. Shaolin. Not bad. Wanted to watch Great Day but most of them watched sooo we ended with Shaolin. And ya. Great changes comes only after great impacts. So it's not easy to change until u realise how freaking big that mistake had caused your surrounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i just wan to get well now!! Hopefully i stop vomitting. Aih&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-2438531628748764030?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/2438531628748764030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=2438531628748764030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/2438531628748764030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/2438531628748764030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/01/extremely-bad-news.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-6899794301907587069</id><published>2011-01-30T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T20:45:28.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, life gets even worse when u see "I'm ok" or "My life is going fine". Well, maybe i should face the truth and start telling people my life actually suck and not writing false stuffs on how great it is in this blog. History should be revealed in every part, good or bad, without hiding the truth. So yeah, overall, my life kinda suck more than the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'll still be looking forward for the CNY celebrations. Get it off my mind. And just came back from a two day outing which was totally spoiled by the two days rain. From 10am on Saturday, it has been raining till now , 8.30pm on Sunday except for two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sud felt like this outing is not worth it cos we din really get to do what we actually wanted which is to go Jonker Walk to have the CNY feeling at night. But it still rained. Damn it. So we spent almost all of the time in the shopping centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din really shopped much cos there's nothing much that i need. Clothes are all ready at home. Spent quite a lot on entertainment and food. Junk food and no water really kills a person. But i still do it many times. And now i realise, buying a present for a fren of the opposite gender alone is seriously not easy at all. So, i dun care, u better like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People's have different perspective of thinkings. Some can't be accepted and all and ya. Some people have reached my limits and i seriously feel like punching that guy in his face. Maybe some people thinks that what they say is so true, but hey!!!! Everyone around you is like, HELLO!! What the hell are u talking??? Doesn't make sense and tried to push people's ego down. Not for me. I can tolerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY coming soon. I realise i repeated CNY many times, cos im really looking forward to it. Actually not it, its the peoples and the celebration and my family. Still thinking if i should skip school. Should have a decision tomorrow. And i have no heart to study at all already. What's this?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-6899794301907587069?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/6899794301907587069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=6899794301907587069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/6899794301907587069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/6899794301907587069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/01/sometimes-life-gets-even-worse-when-u.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-4516849886882631992</id><published>2011-01-28T16:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T17:00:59.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/TUKDCrAbo7I/AAAAAAAAAa0/9jcgwhxVvdE/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567156171310867378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/TUKDCrAbo7I/AAAAAAAAAa0/9jcgwhxVvdE/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is weird blogging bout a show but i can't get over it. This show is seriously awesome. Introduced by Julian then introduced to others and the feedbacks i got are almost all positive. Passed it to few of my friends on hopefully they don't blame me if they grades drop=.=It's much better than The Big Bang Theory cos first, they talk much slower. Second, there's almost no scientific stuff in it making ur head spin around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This show makes my day and i ll sit in my room alone smiling for no reason. And i slept with the show on on my computer at night throughout the holidays. Nice. Sometimes, it sitcom shows like this, people might think it's just for laughs. But its not fun the only thing that we gained, i learned some lessons in life altho its small. But, there's more stupid stuffs in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567156170893922322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/TUKDCpdBkBI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AMzh7fFcZ_s/s320/untitledd.bmp" /&gt;This guy here is speechless. His quotes! Oh man. Best part is, he gives a damn innocent look every single moment. Well, he may not be the main character. But he does a lot of stuff to the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, watch this.&lt;br /&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/6393374845090117176-4516849886882631992?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4516849886882631992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=4516849886882631992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/4516849886882631992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/4516849886882631992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-weird-blogging-bout-show-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/TUKDCrAbo7I/AAAAAAAAAa0/9jcgwhxVvdE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-4337879228702559363</id><published>2011-01-28T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:31:18.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>English research project is ongoing now. Everyone having lots of trouble with it but i think my groups still ok. The two malay girls are helpful. Thank god. Hopefully they do a good job with the analysing cos i cant do it during CNY. Im researching sportsmanship. Like many people know, i love sports a lot. I dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i decided to check on the sportsmanship qualities. Cause, some people may like athletes cos they're good. They're handsome. They're strong any so on. But did anyone actually bothered by the real qualities behind every sportsman? Maybe some, but mostly not. So, pick the right person to support and not the wrong one. At least we have Dato' Lee Chong Wei to hold up Malaysia's name in the sports arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've filled in many questionnaires distributed by various people around the college just like what i did. Sex toys, stress, nutrition, recycling, branded stuffs and so on. Some tried to be "The Love Guru" as they studied on relationships. And i actually ticked "Single" on the relationship status=.=After all this, i realised that noone is actually researching on 1Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, honestly, sportsmanship wasn't the first topic i proposed to my teacher to conduct this research. I brought up the topic of 1Malaysia. I want to study if, this "whole thing" is actually working out. How much do we know bout the opposite race and so on. But the teacher stopped me. One word he told me. SENSITIVE. Well, he's trying to be good. He doesn't want the college administration to chase after to me for starting a political issue on KMM. Well, never mind then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it that people are just talking bout 1Malaysia. Why are the Chinese only off for 1 day before the eve. And what's more, we need to replace the holiday on the new year eve on one coming Saturday. Sort of disappointing and this college tried to play pranks with us by saying that we're "allowed to ponteng". And what does that even mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm. Looking forward so much for CNY. Be back soon. And this week is one of the best weeks. Playing every single evening with peers and outing tmr. Hope it rocks us and i seriously wanna get into this CNY mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-4337879228702559363?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4337879228702559363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=4337879228702559363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/4337879228702559363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/4337879228702559363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/01/english-research-project-is-ongoing-now.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-5288887213799378655</id><published>2011-01-24T16:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T16:35:48.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaunced.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know its a bit weird. Blog closed for exactly one month. Its not that I've wanted to stop blogging or what. In fact, i blogged even more when it's blocked to you people. And maybe there's no use closing this blog cos i dun think there's actually anyone reading my blog. Just writing here to write my heart out. If you're looking for the posts that I've written before this, I've shifted most of it away so maybe just forget it. Or too desperate then look for me but i dun think there's this need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, what I've done for the past month? I cant say anything but maybe just forcing myself to enjoy. All i can. Thinking a lot is one problem in me. But it might be useful at times. Nvm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Writing here now is so difficult. Cos i used to just throw everything right from my here onto this computer screen for the past one month. So, i realised many things in me. Thinking for so long. And read few of my friends blog as yes, we do have a lot of similiraties and i sort of just realised it. Some things can't be resolved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;People say, "I want to be perfect". But how perfect can u be? I'm now becoming a person that is, against many things in life. Maybe becos i think too much. But to me, i think that I'm right and the rest of the people in this world doing it is wrong. I dunno why. I know such thinking might bring me harm. Never know i go offending ppl in the public. But i won't. Cos one thing in me is that, i wouldn't dare to take the actions that i said. Useless me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And ya. I think that. Many people and things in this world may be nice to you. But no matter how good all this things are, nothing is ever better than having a family. I've never been such a family person in my life. I used to think they are just normal to me. But sometimes, you'll come to realise how much encouragement they give you mentally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My dad is a person that doesn't talk. Keeping everything in his heart. So, easy to say, he's always unpredictable. But he's one person that keeps the family going, in every way a person can think off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My brother and me doesn't really have a very good brotherhood. Seldom talk and everything. But at least, I can feel that he appreciates me. And we actually stopped quarreling cos lyk all other kids do, we used to fight and quarrel almost everyday for no reason. Even for a piece of chicken wing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My sis is one of the best motivators i have. Yes, she is young. 12 this year. But a simple fun with her and she can cheep someone up. I dunno what power she have but yea, its great having her to company me everytime im home. I can to feel that im a child again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And lastly, my mum. All i can say is, she's the best person in my life. I think this is enough to say it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/TT04q4RMDHI/AAAAAAAAAas/79a2lyUUNxc/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565667023809940594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/TT04q4RMDHI/AAAAAAAAAas/79a2lyUUNxc/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't find any other family pictures on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Friends are also great company. They tend to fuck around with you in any way without feeling the pain of it. Yes, this sounds wrong, but hey, everything we do and talk together always sound and look wrong. That's the best part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i realised many things. About what is what, which is which and many more. Only thing is that, this actually changed my mindset on certain things a lot. Because i always look for what's LOGIC. Maybe one day i ll really realise which is logic and which is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward for the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-5288887213799378655?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5288887213799378655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=5288887213799378655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/5288887213799378655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/5288887213799378655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/01/relaunced.html' title='Relaunced.'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/TT04q4RMDHI/AAAAAAAAAas/79a2lyUUNxc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-5712767635379399510</id><published>2011-01-13T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T15:56:21.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM HOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i had chem juz now and it wasnt good. A seems to be gone and i cant get the clean sheet of 16A's. Nvm. I ll get it for PSPM. A minor fall is ok. But one must get up after a fall. Im hoping i did well enough for Bio and Maths. Hopefully 100%. But its not cos im smart. Its cos the paper is easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw. Its holidays and i must enjoy it. I MUST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-5712767635379399510?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5712767635379399510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=5712767635379399510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/5712767635379399510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/5712767635379399510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-home-so-i-had-chem-juz-now-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-6376974100785952400</id><published>2011-01-10T16:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T15:55:14.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had english and Bio paper today for UPS. I LOVE THE SUMMARY PASSAGE! It tells people on how to face rejections. And it sort of, woke me up, on not being so down. Maybe i don't really feel it right now, but im very sure i've learned something out of it. Here's the link. &lt;a href="http://www.pickthebrain.com/blog/how-to-handle-rejection/"&gt;http://www.pickthebrain.com/blog/how-to-handle-rejection/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i ll come back and read it again. Maybe i won't. Biology was rather easy but i am never over confident. Maths in two days time. Tomorrow is a public holiday thanks to Johor's Sultan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days and i ll be home. I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-6376974100785952400?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/6376974100785952400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=6376974100785952400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/6376974100785952400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/6376974100785952400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-this-day-im-still-having-doubts.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-6643848496319596016</id><published>2011-01-07T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T15:54:19.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now im sick. Sort of. From sore throat to flu to cough and diarrhoea. Is this unlucky or did i just fail in taking care of myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams coming and im still like this. No effort in striving. Anymore. Cos there's still an unsolved mystery. So i just had a dream which might be the answer to this mystery. But how true can a dream be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Band 4 for MUET when i expected 5. I'm just very disappointed. Am i just very unlucky this few weeks or what?? I hope i ll do well for my coming exam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-6643848496319596016?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/6643848496319596016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=6643848496319596016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/6643848496319596016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/6643848496319596016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/01/now-im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-7428393559598211049</id><published>2011-01-03T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T15:52:14.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Second post of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huizhi's leg was bad. Terribly bad but she said its fine. Felt a little guilty for calling them out to the court. Although i wasnt the only one. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-7428393559598211049?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7428393559598211049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=7428393559598211049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7428393559598211049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/7428393559598211049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/01/second-post-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-5415705314620440777</id><published>2011-01-02T09:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T15:50:54.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>So its a brand new year. 2011 came. Had quite a splended starting for 2011, being able to meet up with my high school friends. Went to julians house for the whole night till 1.30am. Then met up wif Zaky the next morning and then to hui zhi's house at night. Couldn't ask for more. Did all this in less than 48 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone haven't change yet. Zaky, julian, liyang and everyone else is still as crazy as ever. Huizhi probably had a bad start for the year. Get whacked by a ball, sprained her ankle and then knocked her head in the car. Hopefully you're fine there. Was suppose to cut my hair with zaky and julian but it ended up the lady boss tells us to come back four hours later. So we didnt cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had mum's chicken chop. And 3 spaghetti meals in 2 days.Haha. But i feel rather bad. I didnt study during the weekend. And i barely companied my parents. But i guess i have no choice cos its really very hard to meet up with those guys. I ll repay it back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-5415705314620440777?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5415705314620440777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=5415705314620440777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/5415705314620440777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/5415705314620440777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-8910396508160397124</id><published>2010-12-28T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T15:50:14.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday and im legal.</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday. The age which many people is looking forward to be in. Well, I used to, but i dun think i want it now. I dun see the point of being 18. I wan to go back to secondary school to enjoy my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy it here. Thanks to almost everyone, my birthday this year was rather special. People wished me in person. And not just through handphones or facebook wall posts. This is the first time ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wan to say that i juz had a wonderful day. With many ppl wihing me, the flour throwing and the massive singing of birthday song. Although im 18, its the first time in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-8910396508160397124?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/8910396508160397124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=8910396508160397124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/8910396508160397124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/8910396508160397124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2010/12/birthday-and-im-legal.html' title='Birthday and im legal.'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-1838739915769935592</id><published>2010-12-24T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T15:48:01.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's X'mas eve. I'm now in Cititel, Midvalley with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are sometimes like dogs to us. We hate them so much. But at times, you ll find that they are nice. Nicer than ever. Thanks to those who understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how good anyone is, family is still the best. The joy the had and the laughter is very comforting. Hearing that my parents want to buy me MP3's and even an iPhone. I'm really glad to have them. Cos i dun think i deserved it. I do appreciate things in heart. But i don't know how to show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-1838739915769935592?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1838739915769935592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=1838739915769935592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1838739915769935592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1838739915769935592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-xmas-eve.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-3790026647364984255</id><published>2010-12-07T12:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T12:20:41.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been almost 3 months plus since i posted. No blogging mood at all. Cos of exams then things cramming up all in such short time. All i hope is that i can get out of this after 4 months and wait for university life which is worse. Envy my juniors who still can enjoy their life freaking nicely in SSI lyk how we used to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having frens from all over the place is kinda fun. But it takes time to fit in. Well, now that 5 months have gone, i guess we are all ok. But, just dun get how is ppl so childish in the way they talk. Not meaning the way they talk, but what they talk. Feel lyk @#$% them whenever they talk. Open ur mouth and its nonsense=.=Get a life man. Its not cheering ppl up at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And results are taken. 4A's again. Well i guess thats quite gud cos not many ppl scored A for English. But more than 200 scored 4 flat. So its no big deal getting 4 flat. But its a big deal if u din get it. Ahhh. Im sort of relaxing way too much now. Dunno why. I cant stay awake later than 12 anymore. Maybe i need caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from KL wif my family. They wanted to have a holiday so i went as well. Next up is Xmas. And we might still go to KL. What to do?My mum wants to shop=.=Well, at least some family time is gud after a long study period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dentistry. Does it suit me??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-3790026647364984255?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3790026647364984255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=3790026647364984255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3790026647364984255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/3790026647364984255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-been-almost-3-months-plus-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393374845090117176.post-1720974756932506954</id><published>2010-08-29T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T19:54:21.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuitian</title><content type='html'>P/S : Read the previous post first if u wan to read this. Thx. And its long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a very very cooling sleep. 3 of us slept in the room cos we dun wan to disturb the both of them downstairs. Only tze wei have a blanket. They on the fan and air con. I have to wake up at 6 am and go to the toilet to heat up my body. OMG!! I seriously dunno how kwok chin handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up arnd 9.30. Went to the clinic which finally opened. Took medication then head for midvalley by bus. Was a great experience. Altho i sit bus a lot. Reached and went to the cinema to buy the tickets. Was a freaking long queue. So glad we saw a KMM guy front in front of us. So we called him to buy the tickets for us. Haha! This is not cutting queue at all. Saved almost 30 mins this way. Had lunch at food court. Then movie. PCK Pte. Ltd. Seriously a stupid movie but gud for ppl who wan to destress lyk us. And i ate medicine in the movie=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After movie, bowling in the disco ball style. Long time didnt play in Midvalley. Couldnt find that alley anywhere else. Everyone sucked. But became gud at the second half of the game. Haha. Only me, tze wei, lanjiu, teik siang and kwok chin played. After playing, went to look for a present. Boys seriously suck at this. We end up buying a body glove bag. Failed to buy condom for that guy. Seems that he wanted it so much. Had a fortune telling game. The one you juz put 50 cents are ur fortune will come out. Sex was his highest. And health the lowest. He totally inverted his life at this age. And everytime we passed by the condom shop in Klang Parade, he will point. And we finally entered it on the last day of the trip cos he said he's 18 and is legal so he's proud to be in the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave him the present in Midvalley, sang a song in the middle of nowhere accompanied by a group of chinese workers. Haha. Bet his bday this year was full of surprises. Headed home by commuter. Another new experience. Then ate dinner at a mamak stall watching Chelsea vs Stoke. Nice nasi lemak. Headed home at 11 then bath and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was shocking for me to find out that my secondary shool fren, How Zheng Yu, is in the same class wif him! Flipped thru his school magazine. Juz one flip and i saw Chun Wei's picture. Thats one shocking thing. Not long after that i saw my fren. HOW SMALL CAN THIS WORLD BE????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aihhh. Woke up next morning and left for Klang Parade. Was awakened by the loud music of the opposite school. Their koko day is on Sunday and their sound system is so much better than SSI. Had lunch at Klang parade and see kwok chin buy his shirt ( finally ). Then went to the bus terminal and here i am. In my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 3 days trip was definitely a great experience for me. 4 of us who stayed together, Kwok Chin, Tze wei, Chun Wei and me. Came from 3 parts of Malaysia. North South and middle. So everyone shared different cultures and styles from each place. Next destination. Singapore during xmas. Haha. One year is ending vy vy fast,.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6393374845090117176-1720974756932506954?l=insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1720974756932506954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6393374845090117176&amp;postID=1720974756932506954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1720974756932506954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6393374845090117176/posts/default/1720974756932506954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insomeonesfeeling.blogspot.com/2010/08/continuitian.html' title='Continuitian'/><author><name>zhenwei_justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895726618506154979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fXk8l2s_PU/SKuQCuy5ZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a84bVOFDqqI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
