<?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-1367566247362159463</id><updated>2011-12-27T23:57:06.499+08:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='LCS 2'/><category term='Design 2'/><category term='Letterforms and Calligraphy'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='History of Art and Design 2'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Commercial'/><category term='Assignments'/><category term='Arts'/><title type='text'>zhiqins</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-4396790213926022492</id><published>2011-05-16T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T00:01:07.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake Smiles</title><content type='html'>A week of alone time has much to offer me, especially in self realization, self understanding and self development. I never know respond to things alone gave me more space to breath and rest. It's never been an incident or an event that lead me to my path now, rather than its always a tolerations of strings of events. When it hits the red bar, it just need a tiny spark to set it exploding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it had been happening for quite some time, that i felt friendship lost its integrity of love and understanding, too much fake smiles and talk just to&amp;nbsp;be careful&amp;nbsp;of what the consequences might be. One talk to me about friendship, that I do not care and understand her situation. "I never took time to understand you?" first thing came to my mind. I felt people are taking for granted of what they have and owned when things are happening at ease to what they wanted. As again, people are disposable. No one cant move on without the&amp;nbsp;existence&amp;nbsp;of one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I felt free that I no longer need to take care, lead, or keep a list of what everyone needs and wants. I don't know how I sound to everyone right now, may it be selfish, or childish, or loosing faith in mankind, it doesn't matter to me. I may hate or dislike friends right now, but i know sooner or later, that heart of mine will regain its passion and trust to do what I do best, making people stick together. For now, that heart is sobbing in a dark corner, saddened by the case that people are not being real and true to themselves, or in another lost of love, and covered by self-centerness for benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we can all put down that mask and really start thinking, really deeply that what we do, is it for the great of people, or is it purely the benefit of ourself. When we say we cross the line, what set the distance or the line, money? Everyone wants to save more money for themselves, why not think of a better and fair way, rather than pushing the unseen cost to be bare by another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end this, with the hopes of the days we would no longer need the&amp;nbsp;existence&amp;nbsp;of fake smiles around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-4396790213926022492?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/4396790213926022492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=4396790213926022492' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/4396790213926022492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/4396790213926022492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2011/05/fake-smiles.html' title='Fake Smiles'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-287584525196285566</id><published>2011-05-09T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T13:11:34.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Facebook, Hi Blogger</title><content type='html'>In a way, we know everything follows a certain trend, from fashion till human behavior. The weakest thing on earth, the human minds. Its so rigid that they tend to always follow what's common. Anything beyond common would known as weird, or against the law. Today, I stand in the thin line between whats normal and weird.What I'm happy is, I stand alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-287584525196285566?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/287584525196285566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=287584525196285566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/287584525196285566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/287584525196285566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2011/05/bye-facebook-hi-blogger.html' title='Bye Facebook, Hi Blogger'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-8148719172284746508</id><published>2010-11-27T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T09:11:25.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelming</title><content type='html'>I'm quite sick with a lot of stereotyping statement, "too much work too little time", "not enough sleep", "i'm so tired", etc. Can see this in facebook almost everyday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt the instant relieved of my stress after my dad and sis dropped by yesterday and pay me a visit, it just felt very natural, I talk what I want to talk, I do what I want to eat. It just feel free. I've been too bounded by what we call theory of life here, like "somethings are not meant to say", "usage of words", "relevance of the topic of chat", "options for food", and many others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing till this point, maybe I'd just magnified my own problems. Apart from all those issues that I'd been complaining, that's actually just one main one. It's always a hard matter to talk about, I want people to know but I can't let everyone know, otherwise, people would think I'm making publicity of it. I think the reason I would want to write in a blog, its probably some read it and some don't read it. Yet, I still need consider the consequences of such decision to write about it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wonder whether I'm over obsess with statement like this "great power comes great responsibility" and "either you die as a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself turn into a villain". In a more realistic world, it's not about having any superpowers, but having a clear mind and a strong heart. When I was having supper yesterday night, I saw this statement from a TV ads, "if you can't change it, change yourself, and don't complain", it make and does not make sense to me in a certain way. Is there a possible time for us to make a conclusion that one thing can't be change? That's what I thought.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I lived in a world without law enforcement, I think I'm the worst and most cruel supervillain by now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-8148719172284746508?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/8148719172284746508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=8148719172284746508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/8148719172284746508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/8148719172284746508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/11/overwhelming.html' title='Overwhelming'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-2156682265815231395</id><published>2010-11-25T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T22:14:26.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanity</title><content type='html'>I felt that my skill of writing and expressing my feelings using words had turned worst after all these while, I'd tried to write here so many times, but when I wanted to start on my first word, there's just so many things in my mind, and lost of words.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;Somehow I felt whether is it true that I'd became more childish, or just too much thinking made me feel lost in things I do. "I realized at some point I lost my sanity" quoted by one of my friend in facebook, I think anyone will lose their sanity at some point. Recently, there's many happenings, things which I couldn't define myself whether am I happy doing it or the opposite. I felt I had gone selfish in certain ways, I'm not sure why myself had took this so importantly in my life, that I focused on it so much till I neglected great things around me. I know how people look at me, I know what their are thinking, but I'm just too tired to make any comments out of it. I did not do anything on purpose that will either hurt or being mysterious or hiding things, and I did not do things in the dark. I started to accept the fact that no matter how hard you try no matter how good or great you are, you will never satisfy everyone. Am I accepting this and lose my faith in people? I don't know it myself either, it maybe just a temporary breakdown which made me felt like that, or possibly I had accepted this fact.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could be stronger and being able to see how people suffer without feeling anything, I wished I could have that ability temporarily to help me struggle through these times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-2156682265815231395?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/2156682265815231395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=2156682265815231395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/2156682265815231395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/2156682265815231395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/11/sanity.html' title='Sanity'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-73268966969797419</id><published>2010-11-17T11:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T12:57:33.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November did not dissapoint me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/TOM5dMAm7ZI/AAAAAAAABvQ/MaG2J8z70MA/s1600/mybirthday1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/TOM5dMAm7ZI/AAAAAAAABvQ/MaG2J8z70MA/s400/mybirthday1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not know how to express my gratitude and appreciation towards a group of people which put in so much effort,time and money in organizing such a large scale birthday event for me. I felt only a word "thank you" is not enough for you people, I need a larger word. I'm amazed on how things can be arranged with minimal leakage of information and I did not even see it coming, in that large scale. What I'm really happy about is how people came together wanting to give me a celebration, a party, a memory of a life time. I had a great time last night, thank you all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;| Chung Keat | Thank you for coming. Just getting to know you more recently, you always been very cheerful and relax. Thank you for just keeping that smile even at difficult times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;| Alvin | Thanks for getting all these prepared. Great place, great food, extraordinary effort. I like it all from the very start till the very end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;| Sing Yang | I don't remember I manage to talk to you during the event. Appreciate your time and effort to spice up my day with your attendance. Thank you so much for everything. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;| Lili | Lili, cheated me for so many times, I still seem to always fall for it. I need to work something out to avoid that again. But good prank last night, thank you so much. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;| Kai Lee | Your's coming soon, Kai Lee! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; Thank you very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;| Zhe Hui | You always been a very wise person in a way, thank you being there when I need. Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;| Lex | Brother, eldest of us all. :-) Hey, thank you for being there all the time. I think we can always count on you all the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;| Mei Kuan | Korean Fantasy girl, thank you for being there last nite. Should have get you and your mates for some dance moves as performance &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; exclusive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;| Wei Jia | Hope you enjoy the night, it's great to see you adapting slowly, thank you very much for being there &amp;nbsp;for my birthday party. Peace! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;| Wai Lun | Woii... thank you yea. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;| Yi Pin | Despite the tremendous amount of academic and non academic work, I really don't know how you find time for these. Thank you so much for the effort. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;| Ai Er | hummm........ you get what I wanna tell you right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;| Lai Wah | Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank y.... it goes on and on till your next birthday. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;| Dorcas | Not bad at lying, I wonder whether you have start practising on your dad long time ago... hmmm... &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; thank you for preparing the video for me dorcas. Really appreciate it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;| Saisa &amp;amp; Sabi | Thank you for being there. Seeing you and your sister at the party really made my day. Despite not being to understand mandarin, you still come. Thank you :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;| Li Ting | Thank you for the thought of wanting to celebrate and making things special for me. Thank you. I owe you one next year. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;| Kok Wai | You're most welcome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;| Xu Meng | 我因该不必多说吧。就这样就好了。食物好吃吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;| Chee Han | Thank you being there all the time I need to talk and talk and talk. I like the watch, can give me another one? &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;| Giap Chin | Giap giap, thanks for companion till the very late night supper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;| Hann Yang | Don't worry about the car. Just pay. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; thanks for being there last night, and preparing things for me, I also don't know how you find the time to do all that. Thank you thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;| Yin Sian | Looking forward to see you joining the group again! Thank you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-73268966969797419?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/73268966969797419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=73268966969797419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/73268966969797419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/73268966969797419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-did-not-dissapoint-me.html' title='November did not dissapoint me'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/TOM5dMAm7ZI/AAAAAAAABvQ/MaG2J8z70MA/s72-c/mybirthday1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-416867374708021128</id><published>2010-09-25T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T18:47:16.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hesitations</title><content type='html'>At most critical times in my life, I am always influence by my feelings. I trust my feeling a lot, but it don't always give me expected result. It brings me good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, directionless, pathless, lost filled my thoughts as I'm making decisions in this very particular issue. It's mostly simple, yet complicated. Am I making it complicated? I cant answer that, but I'm very clear with my hesitations. I'm very much worried that my feelings, too afraid to feel pain again. Many of us are in this situation before, while me, millions of times in this situation, I still never learn how to handle it the right way. I find myself in total white emptiness, it may seem calm and peace, yet hesitating where should I head out, or maybe I should just sit there because there might not be end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just worried my heart got diced again. I kept questioning what does she wants, but I know deep in my heart, I refused to make decisions, and purely just pushing the responsibility to her in making this decision. In the mist of all these, I'm building up burden and tension to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-416867374708021128?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/416867374708021128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=416867374708021128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/416867374708021128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/416867374708021128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/09/hesitations.html' title='Hesitations'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-3584165775826499507</id><published>2010-09-20T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T14:37:43.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile over sadness, laugh over teardrips.</title><content type='html'>Lost of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing passion in things I previously find interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could get over my thoughts, smiles over my sadness, and laugh over my teardrops. I should start writing again real soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-3584165775826499507?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/3584165775826499507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=3584165775826499507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3584165775826499507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3584165775826499507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/09/smile-over-sadness-laugh-over-teardrips.html' title='Smile over sadness, laugh over teardrips.'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-6591252925500845444</id><published>2010-07-08T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T21:06:16.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Info-Graphics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/TDXNCYeDaFI/AAAAAAAABuU/Qog7OSSqKJU/s1600/final_map.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/TDXNCYeDaFI/AAAAAAAABuU/Qog7OSSqKJU/s400/final_map.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The GPS coordinates are temporarily fake. Will update soon. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys would spend some time giving me some comments regarding  the info-graphics that i designed. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like the  layout of this design? YES/NO (Why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Is this informative to  you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is this clear enough to show you how to get to the  location of the restaurant? [The GPS coordinate is temporarily a fake  one. sorry. but yea, its meant to include the actual GPS coordinates at  that position.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Is the Icons clear to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Which  would you emphasize more on knowing the details?&lt;br /&gt;[Location/ Price/  Food Categories/ Taste/ Environment]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Suggestions and comments.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate your effort to leave me some comments.  Thanks again. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-6591252925500845444?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/6591252925500845444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=6591252925500845444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/6591252925500845444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/6591252925500845444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/07/info-graphics.html' title='Info-Graphics'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/TDXNCYeDaFI/AAAAAAAABuU/Qog7OSSqKJU/s72-c/final_map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-6163940003520596218</id><published>2010-06-26T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T11:50:56.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-6163940003520596218?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/6163940003520596218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=6163940003520596218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/6163940003520596218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/6163940003520596218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/06/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-2770711386719022288</id><published>2010-06-23T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T02:21:51.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Silence</title><content type='html'>Whenever I'm quiet, there's a lot of speculation out there. People would think I'm mad for no reason, "emo" or things which are relevantly negative in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm quite, I'm thinking a lot in my mind, somehow I just dive into my thoughts, and left my skin running on autopilot mode.Whatever I do at that moment, it's not going through my mind, but rather I'm wondering in my own thoughts. "My head is often like a shopping mall, filled with memories and thoughts of different brands and quality, there's also dreams and reality. So, I shop when I have bad moods." I was marking my friends work in class earlier today, I was looking on a different image and marking on a different image, and I didn't even realize till my friend told me, "how come you are marking the same one with me?" I was shocked on how out of focus I was. It's dangerous, imagine I was am chopping food, i might only realize my fingers were gone when someone told me. [haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The matter in fact, yes, I'm thinking a lot today. It's never been anyone's fault, but me to accept "THIS IS HOW LIFE WORKS." I never learn to accept it, always had hope for the world to be a better place. I want to build trust in our world, and not to be so defensive and thinks whatever comes ahead might be a threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm nice to you, and I hope you do too."&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-2770711386719022288?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/2770711386719022288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=2770711386719022288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/2770711386719022288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/2770711386719022288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/06/keeping-silence.html' title='Keeping Silence'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-8983591654790631339</id><published>2010-06-18T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T19:23:20.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>I think the thing I'm looking forward the most this year, is a surprise. Surprise which totally blow my mind, surprise that will make me speechless, a big surprise. Well, of course, this post is not meant to pressure friends whom are reading my blog to do anything for me, but I just wanna share about this little thing in my thoughts. [haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I organized quite a few surprise event for some friends, usually for birthday events. And some are special case, personal, and probably not a good idea for me to mentioned here. I always had this urge to do something different, especially a surprise event. The one which i remember clearly is when I was celebrating birthday for 2 close friends at a time. One male and another female, me and a few friends transform my house living room into a romantic candle light atmosphere. And we even dressed formal to serve both of them. We tricked them to our house, saying that my dad's company dinner has empty slot and invited all of us to go and formal attire. They came nicely dressed and were surprise when they saw my living room. We prepare meals for them and prepare music and stuff like that. It was indeed a memorable ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that were the one I remembered clearly of my surprise event that I organized. The most surprising event that happened on me is done by another friend. It's meant for me, during my birthday, I totally didn't see it coming. And when I get back, a huge group of my close friends were already sitting on the dining table waiting for my arrival. I was so nervous, about how I should react. I wasn't prepared for any of that. It was really nice. Love it and living till now to remember it.[haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if were given a wish. I wish for a surprise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-8983591654790631339?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/8983591654790631339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=8983591654790631339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/8983591654790631339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/8983591654790631339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/06/surprise.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-1900169458108673110</id><published>2010-06-14T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T00:37:46.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Attempt @ Smoke Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/TBUDpSKOPSI/AAAAAAAABts/Nbm4lXs3jTI/s1600/smoke1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/TBUDpSKOPSI/AAAAAAAABts/Nbm4lXs3jTI/s320/smoke1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/TBUJL6IKVeI/AAAAAAAABt8/T-kN_s1pygY/s1600/smoke3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/TBUJL6IKVeI/AAAAAAAABt8/T-kN_s1pygY/s320/smoke3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/TBUG1dlxyWI/AAAAAAAABt0/-cC3mQXqTFM/s1600/smoke2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/TBUG1dlxyWI/AAAAAAAABt0/-cC3mQXqTFM/s320/smoke2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-1900169458108673110?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/1900169458108673110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=1900169458108673110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/1900169458108673110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/1900169458108673110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-attempt-smoke-photography.html' title='First Attempt @ Smoke Photography'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/TBUDpSKOPSI/AAAAAAAABts/Nbm4lXs3jTI/s72-c/smoke1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-3706999343610527344</id><published>2010-06-03T08:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T08:11:28.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/TAaIKSlbDQI/AAAAAAAABtk/PfwSdrAlDYg/s1600/resized_IMG_3464.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/TAaIKSlbDQI/AAAAAAAABtk/PfwSdrAlDYg/s320/resized_IMG_3464.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Always love those days filled with activities. Morning, as planned, we [me, yipin, weijia] headed to KLCC for a exhibition, though we are not too sure what's the exhibition is all about [thanks to ms ice cream]. On the way, we dropped by lowyat to get some gadgets. Just got my portable external Seagate harddisc, it actually came with a 5 years warranty. I just thought its worth the price.&lt;br /&gt;Then, headed to KLCC, cant enter, due to the exhibition requires a more formal dressing, and we actually went in shorts[=.="]. [Dang!] All the way from Sunway and can't enter. Anyway, the rest of the day were pretty much interesting to me, but describing it here would some how be boring to read about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this: Crap Talk - Episode 1 @ Spanish Chinese &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="226" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/426134633637" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/426134633637" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="226"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-3706999343610527344?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/3706999343610527344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=3706999343610527344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3706999343610527344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3706999343610527344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/06/always-love-those-days-filled-with.html' title='Crap Talk'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/TAaIKSlbDQI/AAAAAAAABtk/PfwSdrAlDYg/s72-c/resized_IMG_3464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-988663849035577949</id><published>2010-06-02T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T01:14:20.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Malaysian Books</title><content type='html'>I had always wanted to do something for Malaysia. When ideas hit your mind, there's just so many things I wanted to do. Anyway, I have this concept of using a book to travel around the world, rather than a Malaysian to travel around the world.&lt;br /&gt;Often younger generations nowadays always had bad thoughts about Malaysia. You may ask them to tell you what's good about Malaysia, it might take them some time. Try asking them the bad things about Malaysia, they may just easily list out a hundred to you. Complaints may start from bad public transportation till ugly school uniforms. Instead, overseas country to them is always better. Thus, I want to share with Malaysians all around the world, that Malaysia may not be the perfect country, but it takes us all to make it the perfect place for us and the generations to come. To me, once a Malaysian, always a Malaysian. Despite all the bad critics about Malaysia, I still say I am proud to be a Malaysian, I stayed loyal and do my responsibility to make Malaysia a better place.&lt;br /&gt;I still think we need not depend on our government or any party to promise us any improvement of the country, but rather depend on ourselves on how can we help to improve the life of Malaysians. My idea of this book is to let Malaysians all around the world to voice what they felt, and what they think so that we learn to accept and stop pin-pointing, and let's hold hands to make this the perfect place for all of us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know what thought me to be patriotic, even though we were being thought in primary school and secondary school during our moral subject. But I'm pretty sure those patriotic spirit don't come from those books. Probably it was caused by my parents, they don't always agree on a similar point when they read about political issues in the newspaper or on the television. One would agree and another would go against, each stating out their own interpretations of the situation. It actually helps me to look things from many point of view, rather than just plainly look from the bad side of it and start criticizing things about Malaysia. I wouldn't say I'm the perfect Malaysian, and I did not dislike and cursed Malaysia before, there are times where things just got up my nerves. However, one thing I am sure of that I love Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&amp;gt; The Malaysian Books will be releasing soon, with a more detailed elaboration on how it works and how do be part of it. Stay tuned for it, it's something we can all start with to make Malaysia a better place with some little effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-988663849035577949?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/988663849035577949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=988663849035577949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/988663849035577949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/988663849035577949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/06/malaysian-books.html' title='The Malaysian Books'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-7283262196190392178</id><published>2010-06-01T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T15:43:43.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mood to Blog</title><content type='html'>I think [...] I shifted my computer out of my room last week, cause I really couldn't stand facing the 4 sided blank white wall inside my room. I just felt really uncomfortable.&amp;nbsp; As I was writing this post, it is raining cats and dogs outside now. The feeling just felt really good, probably most of the time, I was hidden inside my room, and hardly hear the sound of the raindrop when its rains. Eventhough some might say that they have no privacy doing things in the living hall, since everyone is walking around and able to see what you are doing. I just felt that peace and freedom out of it, what made it better was the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly describe my feelings now, but it was all plain good and peace. I just felt like blogging about it. [&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-7283262196190392178?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/7283262196190392178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=7283262196190392178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/7283262196190392178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/7283262196190392178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/06/mood-to-blog.html' title='The Mood to Blog'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-3683478184207732377</id><published>2010-06-01T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T01:50:37.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what's hard?</title><content type='html'>Went out the last friday, with few of my friends [yipin, wailun, kok wai, dorcas], headed to the Youth Festival 2010 held in PWTC. It was so well publicized by the organizer, and it was supposed to be the largest youth festival ever held in Malaysia. And so yea, I worked out my day plan and we went. I decided not to drive, since I have been hungering for photoshoot with my old 350D for quite some time. We embarked on our journey using KTM headed to PWTC and along the way what i wanted to do most, shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's has been pretty easy for me for the past few weeks. I ate a lot, I met a lot of people and I did a lot of things, most of my time are pretty packed up. It felt good to have all my energy flowing throughout my body and get things done. Just one of the memories I refused to remember is I sang for a singing competition. [haha] It's a long long story, but yeah, it's rather an funny and embarrassing experience. Well, [yea] as I said, life was really easy for me, going around KL area with KTM was rather fun and relaxing for me. I don't really have to think and pay attention on the road all the time. For once, I could actually stare at the droplets of water on the window of the train with a completely blank mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent two hours at the youth festival, it was not a very well planned event I would say. Disappointment hits me. The only thing would really compensate would be that I managed to see Dato Siti Nurhaliza up close live in person. That's basically all that I would write about the event. Then, we headed to Brickfields to participate in the Wesak Day celebration in one of the famous temple.&amp;nbsp; All in all, tiring yet enjoyable day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completing assignments, and connecting with friends, apparently not the issue which bothers me the most, it somehow came automatically to me. Though yes, I had to admit, there's still many unsolved friendship issues. It's not something fixable, but to wait things to get its flow and start anew. What's hard now is... Nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-3683478184207732377?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/3683478184207732377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=3683478184207732377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3683478184207732377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3683478184207732377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-know-whats-hard.html' title='You know what&apos;s hard?'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-9048136408046865932</id><published>2010-05-26T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:08:05.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Hero</title><content type='html'>Something suddenly stroke my mind today. I have been living my life to the fullest for the past few weeks. Noticing things that I had been missing out, regaining my friendships which I had left behind. And always to realize how fortunate I am, and how great and wonderful my life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one question that has been in my mind for many years, and many years I thought I found the answer to it. Am I good? Am I a Hero? Why am I helping people? Today, it all made sense to me, for the very first time. Yes, I m good. Yes, I am a Hero in my own heart, and I followed my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, of course. I wasn't born a hero, I was made a Hero by the people I loved. My parents were my source of ability and my strength. If my dad were not great enough, I could not afford to "Give". If my mom were not wonderful enough, I would not be able to "Take".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Hero, made by my parents. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-9048136408046865932?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/9048136408046865932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=9048136408046865932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/9048136408046865932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/9048136408046865932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-hero.html' title='I&apos;m a Hero'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-7952692020194311431</id><published>2010-05-17T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T17:37:27.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adobe Flash CS4 Drawing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S_ENwff9PYI/AAAAAAAABtc/F-f16tWPwZI/s1600/selfportrait.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S_ENwff9PYI/AAAAAAAABtc/F-f16tWPwZI/s320/selfportrait.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Version 1: Mind &amp;amp; Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S_ENe6dVSII/AAAAAAAABtU/BnkiNsoHINU/s1600/selfportrait_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S_ENe6dVSII/AAAAAAAABtU/BnkiNsoHINU/s320/selfportrait_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Improved Version : Mind and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-7952692020194311431?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/7952692020194311431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=7952692020194311431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/7952692020194311431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/7952692020194311431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/05/adobe-flash-cs4-drawing.html' title='Adobe Flash CS4 Drawing'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S_ENwff9PYI/AAAAAAAABtc/F-f16tWPwZI/s72-c/selfportrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-4275442435749665039</id><published>2010-04-17T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:37:53.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panorama Craze @ Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8nVLtz_d0I/AAAAAAAABs0/4ACEhwDa1ng/s1600/a5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8nVLtz_d0I/AAAAAAAABs0/4ACEhwDa1ng/s320/a5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8nUpcpTVAI/AAAAAAAABsU/gBoxBnWQACY/s1600/a1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8nUpcpTVAI/AAAAAAAABsU/gBoxBnWQACY/s320/a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8nU26uYlyI/AAAAAAAABsc/HW1AUDXqaRY/s1600/a2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8nU26uYlyI/AAAAAAAABsc/HW1AUDXqaRY/s320/a2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8nVF8Hi9XI/AAAAAAAABsk/Hml56ulu8vM/s1600/a3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8MiwFUpa8I/AAAAAAAABr0/I-6REel6bZ4/s1600/map1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8MiwFUpa8I/AAAAAAAABr0/I-6REel6bZ4/s320/map1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The day started by visit to the Harbor City, a walk away from the Tsim Sha Tsui MTR. Along the walk there, expensive brand shops like LV, Gucci, and many more, people were queue-ing up into the store[=.="]. Some say things are cheaper there, but it seems like its more filled with local people. They don't look like tourist to me[:p]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8Mferce4tI/AAAAAAAABrE/WLdvIbJDRy8/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8Mferce4tI/AAAAAAAABrE/WLdvIbJDRy8/s320/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8MfXyaX29I/AAAAAAAABq0/IoPv-Z0LVEI/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8MfXyaX29I/AAAAAAAABq0/IoPv-Z0LVEI/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8MfaU7-lcI/AAAAAAAABq8/9ZvcstPNJcs/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8MfaU7-lcI/AAAAAAAABq8/9ZvcstPNJcs/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view outside on the balcony of Harbor City. What I really like about Hong Kong, is the weather. Its just slightly colder than warm, and windy. This is taken in the afternoon, the tower there being partially blocked by the fog, looks like the link to the heaven[being influenced by the movie, Jackson Percy and the Lightning Thief].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8MfizuvXrI/AAAAAAAABrM/frLnDyRgO0Q/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8MfizuvXrI/AAAAAAAABrM/frLnDyRgO0Q/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; [Well, yea this is Tsim Sha Tsui.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8Mfq_EaaaI/AAAAAAAABrU/kx4XV4uaUy8/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8Mfq_EaaaI/AAAAAAAABrU/kx4XV4uaUy8/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here comes Mong Kok[also known as "Wang Jiao" in Chinese], it surprises me when I first walked out from the subway station. Street were so busy, not by car, but people walking to various destinations. There are a few streets were they closed down for night market, can't remember what those streets are. The shops around here usually are concept stores selling Nike shoes, Adidas, Electronics Shops, selling phones, and household electronics. There are also some selling food and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8Mf01YMRCI/AAAAAAAABrk/feiLQQOT_QE/s1600/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8Mf01YMRCI/AAAAAAAABrk/feiLQQOT_QE/s320/7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Me.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8MpT8lrw3I/AAAAAAAABr8/BoWpAttWZrM/s1600/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8MpT8lrw3I/AAAAAAAABr8/BoWpAttWZrM/s320/8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since one of the shop are selling cheap "Xiao Long Bao", a set like this&amp;nbsp; cost about 10HKD[RM5], went in and give it a try. Well, it's good, but I remember tasting it before almost the same in KL, one of the shops in The Garden, so it doesn't really impress me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8MpWFXE4MI/AAAAAAAABsE/sYCW9TkOMWQ/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8MpWFXE4MI/AAAAAAAABsE/sYCW9TkOMWQ/s320/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the view from The Avenue of Stars, looking to the City on Hong Kong Island. Sound and light show, the lights from the building syncronised with the sound at where we are standing. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8Mpt0jfDsI/AAAAAAAABsM/jnoFrMgUd7g/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8Mpt0jfDsI/AAAAAAAABsM/jnoFrMgUd7g/s320/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Picture of me before ending the day. [COOL WEATHER! my hair, a work done by the wind. :p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Next post tomorrow.:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-92382456700614575?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/92382456700614575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=92382456700614575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/92382456700614575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/92382456700614575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/04/famous-mong-kok.html' title='Famous Mong Kok'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S8MiwFUpa8I/AAAAAAAABr0/I-6REel6bZ4/s72-c/map1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-5301023001395339643</id><published>2010-04-03T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T10:35:04.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backpacking Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>Don't mind about all the previous post, its rather silly to read about it. Anyway the last post marks the end of my conflicts of that moment, solved or unsolved, its in the past. Think too much about it again, its going to kill you. No more too personal post coming up, but do expect more light and cheerful thoughts in my mind. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backpacking in Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S7adwdPsmfI/AAAAAAAABqM/Obs8dOtFWuk/s1600/P1060527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S7adwdPsmfI/AAAAAAAABqM/Obs8dOtFWuk/s320/P1060527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S7ad5T3afXI/AAAAAAAABqU/2y9CEAMu_C0/s1600/P1060528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S7ad5T3afXI/AAAAAAAABqU/2y9CEAMu_C0/s320/P1060528.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;First time for me to do some self backpacking alone, haven't even done it in Malaysia, yet now I'm heading to Hong Kong. Arrived in the airport much earlier, was afraid of the traffic that might caused by the F1 Race at Sepang Circuit. These are the few things which is stuck with me for the coming four days. Reading where to go, how to move around the city, what to eat. Never expect the travel guide by Lonely Planet to be that useful. For that few hours, I'm still fine, was pretty surprised I was bored, purely reading books and listening to some musics from my PSP. After a while, found out there was free wifi in the airport, opened up my laptop initially to do some research, ended up chatting with many friends, it has been a while I have more than 10 chatbox in active chat. Well, yea it efficiently kills my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S7aeAU1zF-I/AAAAAAAABqc/jNbQ6Xl4k_c/s1600/P1060532.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S7aeAU1zF-I/AAAAAAAABqc/jNbQ6Xl4k_c/s320/P1060532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, I started to feel bored on the plane. I slept, but it just passed one hour, I ate, it just took me 15minutes. [haha] Thought wanted to sit near the window to watch the contour of the lands, but you can see from the picture, pure blue and pinches of white clouds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S7aj8GyirfI/AAAAAAAABqk/IFlFQq_19YQ/s1600/P1060540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S7aj8GyirfI/AAAAAAAABqk/IFlFQq_19YQ/s320/P1060540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here! Excitement of the day! Lonely Planet with Super Junior! [:p] Not too sure why, but I can't seem to get bored of this song yet, eventhough I've played it in my song list for more than any other songs that I knew. [:p yeah! Super Jr Rocks]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived in Hong Kong International Airport at about 9pm. By the time, I reached to Tsim Sha Tsui, it took me one hour. So far, its a quite cool day, everything's new to me. Wasn't able to take much photo on the way, wanted to get to the hotel soon and its getting late. [:-)] Heading to The Peak at Central Hong Kong for sight-seeing today.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;*oh yea, found this interesting signboard. [Johnson! your shop :p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S7akC28YICI/AAAAAAAABqs/ZVwWTLUKCag/s1600/P1060555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S7akC28YICI/AAAAAAAABqs/ZVwWTLUKCag/s320/P1060555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-5301023001395339643?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/5301023001395339643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=5301023001395339643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/5301023001395339643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/5301023001395339643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/04/backpacking-hong-kong.html' title='Backpacking Hong Kong'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S7adwdPsmfI/AAAAAAAABqM/Obs8dOtFWuk/s72-c/P1060527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-5537592624226520675</id><published>2010-03-14T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T20:13:44.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not easy to be me.</title><content type='html'>It has been a very hard time for&amp;nbsp; me for the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the days, I would just stare into the computer screen and not doing anything, but plainly suffering sadness, disappointment, and depression. Even me myself not sure why this is happening, or maybe I already know what's the main reason, yet standing firm in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I closed my eyes, tears would role down my face. The first time, I would rather be stabbed with 10 knife into my skin rather than a pierce in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends all around me, yet feel empty. There's so many nice food, yet I can taste nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to depend on myself, and no one else. Praying hard for strength, so that I fight through the hard days to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-5537592624226520675?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/5537592624226520675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=5537592624226520675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/5537592624226520675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/5537592624226520675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-not-easy-to-be-me.html' title='It&apos;s not easy to be me.'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-6910539482666066021</id><published>2010-02-25T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T18:56:30.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>救命！</title><content type='html'>最近脾气很爆， 我已经劲量，但是朋友之间的关系一直再烦着我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我其实已经很狠他了， 但他一直再火上加火。我也不知我该怎样，我只想躲在我房间！&lt;br /&gt;有谁能帮我？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-6910539482666066021?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/6910539482666066021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=6910539482666066021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/6910539482666066021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/6910539482666066021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_25.html' title='救命！'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-3650353270982369137</id><published>2010-02-25T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T02:08:02.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>他妈的</title><content type='html'>我拼不是在骂我妈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是说真的，做好人是没有好报的。&lt;br /&gt;这么多年来，我已经对这个世界放弃了， 我觉得我对人该做的我都做了，该帮的也帮了，我拼没有对不起谁人。&lt;br /&gt;直到现在，我才接受说人是很自私的！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他妈的！我不必说是谁， 自己觉得自己是那样的话就自知自明。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近一直很容易生气， 跟我要小心， 不要惹我。我给你我的中子。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-3650353270982369137?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/3650353270982369137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-1969352340046233582</id><published>2010-02-14T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:08:33.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Drama</title><content type='html'>Some people might eat at home, preparing their own steamboat session. While some would make reservation at a chinese restaurant that available on chinese new year eve, offering special package for reunion dinner. This year, we did it out side, and its not steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in this Chinese restaurant, having it packed with so many people wasn't really the thing that surprises me. I followed along and was guided to our reserved table. It took them more than 30mins just to bring cups to us, and another 20mins for the teapot to come. I couldn't stand my hunger. I walked out to the nearest convenient store and bought 2 piece of Hi5 bread and a can of Milo. I ate it as I walk back to the restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, many people were getting impatient. People started to get up and said things which are really harsh. One even went into the kitchen and start scolding. Things were in a mess. No proper communication system and even the spoon, fork and chopstick wasn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting aside and observe all the little detail happening inside the small little restaurant. Well, yea, here we can see people living in the city lose their temper very easily. And part of it, they are really thinking only of themselves, or in another word, selfish. All the restaurant workers are trying very very hard to serve everyone, they are moving fast, but there were just too many things to do. However, not everyone is understanding enough but to bring them more orders before they're able to clear the previous orders. While on the other side, I'm not too sure whether is this the first time the restaurant serving meals during chinese new year eve, cause definitely they are not well prepared for it. Seems to be lacking a lot of&amp;nbsp; experience in serving many tables. Or maybe even that they wanted to earn more, without thinking are they able to handle such many tables at once. In another word greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's definitely too many interruptions while the staff in the restaurant trying to solve the problem one by one. This table want this, that table want that. Little things kept coming up. If everyone would be more understanding, and the restaurant staff not so greedy. then, everything would be peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of cool two and a half hour drama in the restaurant. But&amp;nbsp; yeah, I had to focus on my work. So, brought my laptop out and started to complete the script for my drama. It's partly done, just left the song lyrics. Well, thanks for reading guys. Happy Chinese New Year to all of you. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-1969352340046233582?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/1969352340046233582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=1969352340046233582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/1969352340046233582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/1969352340046233582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/02/dinner-drama.html' title='Dinner Drama'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-6390662811404814748</id><published>2010-02-10T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:43:35.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nano-Happy :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S3K_QCDqkNI/AAAAAAAABpc/q8oaGxBD1ZU/s1600-h/Image+%287%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S3K_QCDqkNI/AAAAAAAABpc/q8oaGxBD1ZU/s400/Image+%287%29.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S3LF7uvjqCI/AAAAAAAABpk/YVafcvAOMOo/s1600-h/nanowhite+packaging.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S3LF7uvjqCI/AAAAAAAABpk/YVafcvAOMOo/s400/nanowhite+packaging.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes! I got it too... :p Yea, even though I did not get the price, happy enough to get the certificate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-6390662811404814748?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/6390662811404814748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=6390662811404814748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/6390662811404814748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/6390662811404814748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/02/nano-happy.html' title='Nano-Happy :-)'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S3K_QCDqkNI/AAAAAAAABpc/q8oaGxBD1ZU/s72-c/Image+%287%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-448271968293598356</id><published>2010-01-26T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:56:50.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3D Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S18B0IT1sTI/AAAAAAAABjE/m2UsgKKnpo4/s1600-h/Untitled_Panorama1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S18B0IT1sTI/AAAAAAAABjE/m2UsgKKnpo4/s400/Untitled_Panorama1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431061670727627058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* One of my proposed solution to the plan given. Not too sure whether it correct.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-448271968293598356?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/448271968293598356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=448271968293598356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/448271968293598356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/448271968293598356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/01/3d-perspective.html' title='3D Perspective'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S18B0IT1sTI/AAAAAAAABjE/m2UsgKKnpo4/s72-c/Untitled_Panorama1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-7135996280674429017</id><published>2010-01-24T00:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T01:05:28.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Room - First Sketch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S1smbkrkIBI/AAAAAAAABi8/Ai3ioUeoO-s/s1600-h/Image+%2815%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S1iLFsFlIII/AAAAAAAABiU/4YKmXdhaqho/s400/assign1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429242280645304450" 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/1367566247362159463-537233622122191317?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/537233622122191317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=537233622122191317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/537233622122191317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/537233622122191317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/01/visual-communication.html' title='Visual Communication'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S1iLFsFlIII/AAAAAAAABiU/4YKmXdhaqho/s72-c/assign1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-4228327352760113196</id><published>2010-01-19T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:49:50.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow never ends.</title><content type='html'>The sky may seem to be clear,&lt;br /&gt;and the sun might seem to shine so brightly,&lt;br /&gt;thinking of the gloomy days are behind me.&lt;br /&gt;However, even though I'm not looking back,&lt;br /&gt;I can see the shadow of myself fading away on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running as fast as I could away from the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;Singing merry songs as loud as I could.&lt;br /&gt;The path was smooth earlier,&lt;br /&gt;yet I almost tripped myself today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know when it starts, or how it starts,&lt;br /&gt;nor how it ends.&lt;br /&gt;Be happy for the bad things that happen,&lt;br /&gt;it might happened for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't see a sign of the end of journey,&lt;br /&gt;may it be good or bad,&lt;br /&gt;I knew it would have a reason to it.&lt;br /&gt;What I feared most is,&lt;br /&gt;my lights were switched off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now,&lt;br /&gt;I just need to stop and rest,&lt;br /&gt;appreciate and enjoy the beauty of it's surrounding,&lt;br /&gt;and rather to run towards it.&lt;br /&gt;Some things are not meant to keep,&lt;br /&gt;but plainly for sightseeing.&lt;br /&gt;When it rains,&lt;br /&gt;I would look up and fall to the ground,&lt;br /&gt;and feel the raindrops on my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-4228327352760113196?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/4228327352760113196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=4228327352760113196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/4228327352760113196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/4228327352760113196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/01/tomorrow-never-ends.html' title='Tomorrow never ends.'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-2558547340938654191</id><published>2010-01-15T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:10:28.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superhero Unleashed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S1CSEY00BgI/AAAAAAAABiE/rIzgHRmsdzQ/s1600-h/power3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S1CSDh4vKeI/AAAAAAAABh0/EHLxCVIqtpA/s400/power1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426998140315052514" 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/1367566247362159463-2558547340938654191?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/2558547340938654191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=2558547340938654191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/2558547340938654191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/2558547340938654191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/01/superhero-unleashed.html' title='Superhero Unleashed!'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/S1CSEY00BgI/AAAAAAAABiE/rIzgHRmsdzQ/s72-c/power3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-1892332669228089848</id><published>2010-01-04T01:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T01:10:24.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing</title><content type='html'>I should sing more often. Everytime when I'm singing, felt so much into their story and melody. It feels good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-1892332669228089848?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/1892332669228089848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=1892332669228089848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/1892332669228089848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/1892332669228089848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2010/01/sing.html' title='Sing'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-6895784022574020195</id><published>2009-12-31T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T01:27:45.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 My Life Review</title><content type='html'>It's one hell of a year, what people say it's quite true, you can remember the bad stuff more than the good stuff. Well, when I think back of all the major and minor events happen throughout this year in my life, I can't think much of those good ones. It had been quite a sad year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Was preparing very hard with my previous housemate for one of my largest event. Not really going through any sleepless night, have the time to sleep, but too much things to worry that kept u awake.&lt;br /&gt;-Chinese New Year, managed to go out with secondary school classmates, but just for a short while, being summoned by my dad for work.&lt;br /&gt;-Failed one engineering paper, can't remember what subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Handling 4 days event, almost killed myself with loads of pressure and tension for E-Week.&lt;br /&gt;-Got second combo hit by my ex for sending me a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Say farewell to a good friend at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;- Drop out from University.&lt;br /&gt;- Depression.&lt;br /&gt;- Played a lot of badminton. Luckily there's a group of friend which were so addicted to it, kept me move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Once in a lifetime trip with 2 friends, to Ipoh, Penang, KL, Camerons. Unforgettable moments.&lt;br /&gt;- Volunteering in a orphanage home.&lt;br /&gt;- Did some traveling to clear minds.&lt;br /&gt;- Screwed up some good friendship, send a very harsh email and fug people up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Start new life at new college, see new people, experience new environment.&lt;br /&gt;- Know some great people, yuri, yipin, weijia.&lt;br /&gt;- Celebrated friend's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Exploring a lot with friends.&lt;br /&gt;- Car kena saman for stupid reasons.&lt;br /&gt;- Bad time with landlord.&lt;br /&gt;- Stay awake overnight to understand a stupid documentary for history project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- First durian buffet with friends.&lt;br /&gt;- Helped a friend in a relationship proposal, got warnings from authorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Did a lot of Presentation for final work.&lt;br /&gt;- President of history of arts and design 1.&lt;br /&gt;- Attend a friend birthday gathering, house was extraordinarily huge.&lt;br /&gt;- Travel&lt;br /&gt;- Had farewell with one of the greatest teacher of my life, pinky.&lt;br /&gt;- screwed up a good friendship, too late to regret. Got asked to stay away from her life, still doing it now. Never talked since then.&lt;br /&gt;- Coloured my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Got screwed by house owner for no reasons. Shifted into another room in another house.&lt;br /&gt;- Semester 2 begins with interesting subjects, nanowhite, pavillion.&lt;br /&gt;- day trip to a park for assignment purposes.&lt;br /&gt;- Still not able to talk with that friend. Too afraid to provoke her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- First participation in Holloween Dressing up competition.&lt;br /&gt;- Fell for a girl and she found out in less than a week time.&lt;br /&gt;- More missundestanding happens.&lt;br /&gt;- PJS 9 Autumn Festival Gathering with friends.&lt;br /&gt;- Dinner at THE BIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My 20th Birthday, having the most number of cakes in my life.Many surprises.&lt;br /&gt;- Attended 5th Annual Photography Camp.&lt;br /&gt;- "Soul Gear" movie production. Great time, but made wrong decision and caused a friend to feel deeply miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Screwed up another friendship. [It's like a curse, I had to lose a friend every end of the semester, and its all my fault]&lt;br /&gt;- Travel with friends, forced myself to stay positive at all times.&lt;br /&gt;- Never learn to miss all my classmates till the day we are going to separate. CD0905-2 best class in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of all these, I'm physically and mentally tired and exhausted, at times felt ignored and left out. Counting in this one year, how many friends had I destroyed?&lt;br /&gt;Having a very quiet phone this holiday. Missed the sound of sms alerts or ringing tones.&lt;br /&gt;Today's the last day of the year, hoping for a better start for the upcoming year, hope I can write a happier post, hope I could be a better person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-6895784022574020195?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/6895784022574020195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=6895784022574020195' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/6895784022574020195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-4215311544291476381</id><published>2009-12-12T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T01:21:35.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Gear</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qbdo6pZQC8I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qbdo6pZQC8I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-4215311544291476381?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/4215311544291476381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=4215311544291476381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/4215311544291476381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/4215311544291476381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/12/soul-gear.html' title='Soul Gear'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-7841143374156405182</id><published>2009-11-26T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T01:34:54.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've heard.</title><content type='html'>Was driving in the car today, not too sure whether its a coincidence or just its a signal from one above. Whenever I was thinking about something, He will be there to reply me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The radio DJ was discussing on this topic, [erm] your feelings? She read out of the message sent by the audience saying you always get confused feelings of someone you like. Not knowing whether you should be happy or angry at a same time. In the end, you ended up emotional. Well, the only way out was to able to let things go easily.&lt;br /&gt;I think for most guys, no matter how good you are in a handling a relationship, it always seem that you will always fall into the same trap. You know its gonna end bad, but there's always that little hope driving you, you somehow believe that little tiny percentage of hope might be just all it takes to make it through. It most circumstances, you are lying to yourself. I was hurt pretty badly in my first one, and sometimes you worried of too much of things when what comes next.&lt;br /&gt;[Hmm] Maybe its just the environment that I'm exposed to, I heard more guys got hurt rather than girls nowadays, or maybe it's just me that over magnify the issue. Anyway, I still stick to my statement. Arguements are most welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down today thinking of what've I been through so far, and what I'm in NOW. Yes, it's true, friends comes and goes, never thought I would actually missed some of my friends. I've three friends that I trusted the most till now, one common thing in the is they have a same surname, LEE, and another one CHU. Actually, my exhousemates are really great people, somehow I felt the gap is getting larger. There are four of them, each with their really unique personality. ONE was really quiet, somehow the way he acted to be not caring, but you know he cares. ONE sometime I felt he kept his distance, but he cares and sensitive of the people around him, he portray cares in a different way. When you are down, he is the right person to go to cause he won't really care about your problem, making you feel less weak, cause there weren't really a big problem. TWO  others was really good listener and analyzer, they listen and give constructive comments, once its all out, you felt less burdened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone can be a good listener, I think most of us would agree on that too. A good listener makes you talk and feel safe to share. If you feel unsafe and insecure, words can hardly come out. I lost faith, I lost confidence in what I believe. I need to stay strong, otherwise ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-7841143374156405182?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/7841143374156405182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=7841143374156405182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/7841143374156405182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/7841143374156405182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-ive-heard.html' title='What I&apos;ve heard.'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-2183207048742828951</id><published>2009-11-22T14:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:52:40.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera Sick @ My Drawings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Swjfr7IC2gI/AAAAAAAABgg/NrFFmkAo_jw/s1600/camera2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Swjfr7IC2gI/AAAAAAAABgg/NrFFmkAo_jw/s400/camera2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406817298357082626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SwjcG90PswI/AAAAAAAABgY/osG9cg5ljxo/s1600/camera1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SwjcG90PswI/AAAAAAAABgY/osG9cg5ljxo/s400/camera1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406813364889301762" 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/1367566247362159463-2183207048742828951?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/2183207048742828951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=2183207048742828951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/2183207048742828951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/2183207048742828951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/11/camera-sick-my-drawings.html' title='Camera Sick @ My Drawings'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Swjfr7IC2gI/AAAAAAAABgg/NrFFmkAo_jw/s72-c/camera2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-3065959001937164153</id><published>2009-11-20T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:53:51.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's about it. Its THE END</title><content type='html'>[AHHHH...][Scream!!!]  I swear to myself, this would never happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough sometimes i looked strong on the outside, but my heart and soul is fragile. There's one thing good, cause probably in another few month times, and when i looked back to this post, I will feel what I've wrote here is pretty silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked very far today, nearly a 2 hours walk, thought a lot about what I've been doing. Walk alone without any burden. Walking through the streets as if I were invisible and observing things around me. Walking to discover there's a whole new big world and we were just that small tiny little portion. I'm rational, and I know what's right and what's wrong, but when I fell into this emotion trap. Thought of what I supposed to do go weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's actually one very specific issue which had been bothering me. As I walk, I talked to myself, [don't have much listeners nowadays] I hesitated, I feel relunctant, but I know I need to do this, that I need to stay away from you, it gave me deep cut everytime I see it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;*Don't drop me cold comments, and I think you know who you are. It's not funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-3065959001937164153?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/3065959001937164153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=3065959001937164153' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3065959001937164153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3065959001937164153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/11/thats-about-it-its-end.html' title='That&apos;s about it. Its THE END'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-1180344910617169575</id><published>2009-11-17T10:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:34:41.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There goes our reputation. =.="</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/adWIXyiZV5s&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/adWIXyiZV5s&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-1180344910617169575?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/1180344910617169575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=1180344910617169575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/1180344910617169575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/1180344910617169575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-goes-our-reputation.html' title='There goes our reputation. =.=&quot;'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-7462872266972702841</id><published>2009-11-16T02:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T03:15:09.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>[Hmm] How do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to my own birthday, I'm always in a lost in what I wanted to do. Just wish that there will be someone standing just right there, guiding me in how i should respond and react. Few days ago, my housemate set up on a surprise birthday celebration for me. Eventhough we did not know each other for long, but still they spend so much time planning and getting cakes for me, it's just something beyond all the things that I was hoping for. I was touched and at the same time felt blessed with love and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family called earlier today. Just to wish me Happy Birthday, I was happy enough. Each and every year they are sure to be the first to greet me. Although there wasn't any celebration, but a simple wishes is more than all we ever wanted. They sounded even more excited than me myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 4am now, and I'm still writing here. Not wanting to go to bed, eventhough I have to wake up early for a morning class at 9am. I'm not sad, or moody or down, but just not as happy as I thought I would be. I'm feeling that emptiness again, something's missing, or am I just expecting too much. I need to do something to fill myself up. First time to lose direction during my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing good about facebook, it helps to remind people of your birthday. Even if its just a simple wish, it helps to fill up your day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-7462872266972702841?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/7462872266972702841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=7462872266972702841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/7462872266972702841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/7462872266972702841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-8826171473150994338</id><published>2009-11-10T02:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T02:59:46.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Figure Sketching Muscle Form</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Svhmjm9mUuI/AAAAAAAABgQ/a12HcmMtvp0/s1600-h/figure_low.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Svhmjm9mUuI/AAAAAAAABgQ/a12HcmMtvp0/s400/figure_low.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402180514971276002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progression very slow. =.="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-8826171473150994338?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/8826171473150994338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=8826171473150994338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/8826171473150994338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/8826171473150994338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/11/figure-sketching-muscle-form.html' title='Figure Sketching Muscle Form'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Svhmjm9mUuI/AAAAAAAABgQ/a12HcmMtvp0/s72-c/figure_low.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-1418610706555411060</id><published>2009-11-08T16:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:00:56.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Attempt @ Album Cover Design</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SvaIbytZYLI/AAAAAAAABgI/AAaH8t6FcPQ/s1600-h/Fall+Out+Boy_low.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SvaIbytZYLI/AAAAAAAABgI/AAaH8t6FcPQ/s400/Fall+Out+Boy_low.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401654814127513778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SvaIQ2LYHVI/AAAAAAAABgA/kh4B6gUdqoQ/s1600-h/NumberZero_low.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SvaIQ2LYHVI/AAAAAAAABgA/kh4B6gUdqoQ/s400/NumberZero_low.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401654626080005458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SvaIE1CcKzI/AAAAAAAABf4/4iPa-zaFa5M/s1600-h/RascalFlatt_low.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SvaIE1CcKzI/AAAAAAAABf4/4iPa-zaFa5M/s400/RascalFlatt_low.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401654419615656754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though its not as perfect as I can imagine, however I'm quite happy with these few final outcome. Stay FOCUS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-1418610706555411060?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/1418610706555411060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=1418610706555411060' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/1418610706555411060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/1418610706555411060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-attempt-album-cover-design.html' title='First Attempt @ Album Cover Design'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SvaIbytZYLI/AAAAAAAABgI/AAaH8t6FcPQ/s72-c/Fall+Out+Boy_low.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-1762399617083080699</id><published>2009-10-16T02:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T02:21:11.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Stdn46seYhI/AAAAAAAABfY/gGxLvc0j0Ns/s1600-h/Free+Style.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Stdn46seYhI/AAAAAAAABfY/gGxLvc0j0Ns/s400/Free+Style.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392893306325590546" 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/1367566247362159463-1762399617083080699?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/1762399617083080699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=1762399617083080699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/1762399617083080699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/1762399617083080699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/10/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Stdn46seYhI/AAAAAAAABfY/gGxLvc0j0Ns/s72-c/Free+Style.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-5740183072973726029</id><published>2009-10-12T01:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T01:54:54.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>You know when you're so annoyed with people, and you just hope to shut them up. This is just the right way to do it. Watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fYSk-LFwkkg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fYSk-LFwkkg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-5740183072973726029?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/5740183072973726029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=5740183072973726029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/5740183072973726029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/5740183072973726029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/10/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-6767019957452472375</id><published>2009-10-11T10:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T10:12:02.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautifully Imperfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nw0s4C0g5SM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nw0s4C0g5SM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imperfection that made him just the perfect one for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-6767019957452472375?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/6767019957452472375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=6767019957452472375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/6767019957452472375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/6767019957452472375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/10/beautifully-imperfect.html' title='Beautifully Imperfect'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-748047492460771411</id><published>2009-10-01T11:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:20:56.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Worth of Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d6UpvtahCpM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d6UpvtahCpM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart of god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-748047492460771411?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/748047492460771411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=748047492460771411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/748047492460771411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/748047492460771411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/10/worth-of-sacrifice.html' title='A Worth of Sacrifice'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-7039981499119797352</id><published>2009-09-29T09:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T09:53:15.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoir</title><content type='html'>For so many times, I tried to learn from my mistakes, and not to take any action with emotianal influences. I think I had made quite a good job for the past few months. Well, apart from one issue that I screwed up. No regrets for that one, cause its things that I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember when, but its quite recent that I told one of my previous friend that I wanted to talk to her, thought I'm ready and mature that I should really leave what's in the past, in the past. Then, I was told she was busy, thinking probably it wouldn't be a nice time to talk to. So, I just gave up my intention.&lt;br /&gt;On 6th September, she sent me a email, said she heard from that friend that I wanted to talk to her, and she included her new phone number. My heart was shaken, though its nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I still always wanted to fall back in those arms, kept thinking it's still the same place like how it was last time. We've all changed. She said things that are quite true, we are both from disparate background and mindset. The thing that always remind me of how different we are now is her blog. The only we are in common is we both have our own perception of many things. Its like having two protons to fuse, the closer it goes, the harder it repel. It will never end up in the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very very sensitive person. It does me good, and it does me bad sometimes. The more sensitive I'm, the more I feel, the more I care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-7039981499119797352?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/7039981499119797352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=7039981499119797352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/7039981499119797352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/7039981499119797352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/09/memoir.html' title='Memoir'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-6812618785849944554</id><published>2009-09-23T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T03:17:27.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CANON PhotoMarathon @ Sunway Lagoon Theme Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SroPIig7J0I/AAAAAAAABe4/bfr915sP3qk/s1600-h/canonphotomarathon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SroPIig7J0I/AAAAAAAABe4/bfr915sP3qk/s400/canonphotomarathon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384632943853119298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling for all Canon Camera users! One of the most well known and recognised photo competition is back for the third consecutive years. Though this is only my first time knowing such event is being organised. The details of the photo marathon are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 10th October 2009&lt;br /&gt;Venue : Sunway Lagoon Theme Park (Elephant Walk Entrance)&lt;br /&gt;Time: 7am till 11pm&lt;br /&gt;Fee: Canon Camera Users ~ Free&lt;br /&gt;         Others ~ RM30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-shirt will be given to all participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further info, check it out @ &lt;a href="http://www.canon-asia.com/photomarathon2009/"&gt;http://www.canon-asia.com/photomarathon2009/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-6812618785849944554?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/6812618785849944554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=6812618785849944554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/6812618785849944554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/6812618785849944554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/09/canon-photomarathon-sunway-lagoon.html' title='CANON PhotoMarathon @ Sunway Lagoon Theme Park'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SroPIig7J0I/AAAAAAAABe4/bfr915sP3qk/s72-c/canonphotomarathon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-5998512574789059852</id><published>2009-09-17T17:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:09:31.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tabasco Sauce Advertisement Poster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrH8RpOpazI/AAAAAAAABew/ROTAWhhQ19Y/s1600-h/FINAL1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrH8RpOpazI/AAAAAAAABew/ROTAWhhQ19Y/s400/FINAL1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382360409739717426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1st Draft&lt;br /&gt;-A little boring, need find better pepper posture.&lt;br /&gt;- composition to be improve.&lt;br /&gt;- ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-5998512574789059852?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/5998512574789059852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=5998512574789059852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/5998512574789059852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/5998512574789059852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/09/tabasco-sauce-advertisement-poster.html' title='Tabasco Sauce Advertisement Poster'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrH8RpOpazI/AAAAAAAABew/ROTAWhhQ19Y/s72-c/FINAL1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-7460238213101678088</id><published>2009-09-17T14:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:46:05.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignments'/><title type='text'>Home Assignment Listing dated 17th September 2009(4)</title><content type='html'>Subject: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Design 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Course Outline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrHZ6CJBDII/AAAAAAAABeo/jnYU6d1oWtk/s1600-h/%E6%89%AB%E6%8F%8F0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrHZ6CJBDII/AAAAAAAABeo/jnYU6d1oWtk/s400/%E6%89%AB%E6%8F%8F0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382322620714781826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assignment(dated 15/9/09) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paper Sculpture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Requirement:&lt;br /&gt;Minimum A3 size.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Submission: 29th September 09&lt;/span&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrHV7zyzBhI/AAAAAAAABeg/1g1NgXccsnI/s1600-h/%E6%89%AB%E6%8F%8F0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-7460238213101678088?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/7460238213101678088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=7460238213101678088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/7460238213101678088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/7460238213101678088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-assignment-listing-dated-17th_7.html' title='Home Assignment Listing dated 17th September 2009(4)'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrHZ6CJBDII/AAAAAAAABeo/jnYU6d1oWtk/s72-c/%E6%89%AB%E6%8F%8F0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-47481652905337108</id><published>2009-09-17T14:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:40:28.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LCS 2'/><title type='text'>Home Assignment Listing dated 17th September 2009(3)</title><content type='html'>Subject: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Language for Communication and Design 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Course Breakdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professional Practise (10%)&lt;br /&gt;Presentation 1 (10%)&lt;br /&gt;Presentation 2 (10%)&lt;br /&gt;Midterm Assessment (20%)&lt;br /&gt;Final (20%)&lt;br /&gt;Presentation 3 (30%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assignment(dated 8/9/09) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Presentation 1 &lt;/span&gt;(E1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Select a product which is drink related. Design a poster, develope with Claude Hopkins style. (For instance, "Drink an Orange") To include Benefits, Features, and Supports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Testbook Assignment&lt;/span&gt;: Pg 66 Section 2, 4 and 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrHV7zyzBhI/AAAAAAAABeg/1g1NgXccsnI/s1600-h/%E6%89%AB%E6%8F%8F0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-47481652905337108?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/47481652905337108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=47481652905337108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/47481652905337108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/47481652905337108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-assignment-listing-dated-17th_2151.html' title='Home Assignment Listing dated 17th September 2009(3)'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-4596868832339858438</id><published>2009-09-17T14:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:41:05.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History of Art and Design 2'/><title type='text'>Home Assignment Listing dated 17th September 2009(2)</title><content type='html'>Subject: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;History of Art and Design 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Course Breakdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test 1 (20%)&lt;br /&gt;Test 2 (20%)&lt;br /&gt;Project 1 (20%) Individual&lt;br /&gt;Project 2 (30%) Group&lt;br /&gt;Professional Practise (10%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assignment(dated 14/9/09) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essay Writing&lt;br /&gt;Note : Hand Written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write about what do you think it will be like in the next 10 years, 100 years and 1000 years ahead. Bare in mind that there should be a rational behind these ideas of the future.&lt;br /&gt;Choose 2 to be written in essay in at least 300 words, and another 1 in a hand drawn picture.&lt;br /&gt;Answers should be written in the papers given as below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrHV7QV3zGI/AAAAAAAABeY/ynYykyF5M9M/s1600-h/%E6%89%AB%E6%8F%8F0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrHV7QV3zGI/AAAAAAAABeY/ynYykyF5M9M/s320/%E6%89%AB%E6%8F%8F0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382318243660156002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrHV7zyzBhI/AAAAAAAABeg/1g1NgXccsnI/s1600-h/%E6%89%AB%E6%8F%8F0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrHV7zyzBhI/AAAAAAAABeg/1g1NgXccsnI/s320/%E6%89%AB%E6%8F%8F0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382318253176718866" 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/1367566247362159463-4596868832339858438?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/4596868832339858438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=4596868832339858438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/4596868832339858438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/4596868832339858438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-assignment-listing-dated-17th_17.html' title='Home Assignment Listing dated 17th September 2009(2)'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrHV7QV3zGI/AAAAAAAABeY/ynYykyF5M9M/s72-c/%E6%89%AB%E6%8F%8F0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-3652315245422037267</id><published>2009-09-17T12:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:08:13.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letterforms and Calligraphy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignments'/><title type='text'>Home Assignment Listing dated 17th September 2009</title><content type='html'>[Ehh...] Listing homework here in my blog seems to be something interesting to do. At least, [hmm] I get to update my blog more frequently. It's like integrating work into hobbies,[ehhh...] or maybe hobbies into work. Anyway, [yeap] that's what I'm going to do here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Monday: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Letterforms and Calligraphy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Course Breakdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekly Assignment --- 40%&lt;br /&gt;Final Project ---------- 40%&lt;br /&gt;Test ------------------ 10%&lt;br /&gt;Professional Practise -- 10%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assignment(dated 14/9/09) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 Pictures (Lowest resolution) of objects which may look like alphaberts.&lt;br /&gt;         [15] taken indoors.&lt;br /&gt;        [35] taken outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;==&gt; To be printed out on A4 sized paper, coloured, roughly 20 photos in one page* as long it's viewable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 3&lt;br /&gt;-History and Origins of Lettering and Calligraphy.&lt;br /&gt;-Anatomy character structure and character measurement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be submitted next lesson after raya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Summary of History and Origins of Lettering and Calligraphy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Visual Examples.&lt;br /&gt;3. History timeline, notes, and research of anatomy character structure. (500words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things to bring :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Carpenter Pencil, Big Cutter&lt;br /&gt;2. Layout Pad, Metal Ruler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-3652315245422037267?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/3652315245422037267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=3652315245422037267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3652315245422037267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3652315245422037267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-assignment-listing-dated-17th.html' title='Home Assignment Listing dated 17th September 2009'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-8362687737992454068</id><published>2009-09-17T00:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:25:33.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Roti Babi @ Yut Kee Kopitiam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrEXwYMhtQI/AAAAAAAABeA/pRXlx3zRE0c/s1600-h/yutkee5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrEXwYMhtQI/AAAAAAAABeA/pRXlx3zRE0c/s400/yutkee5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382109149580604674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;French Toast, taste better than old town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrEXv2Dg2LI/AAAAAAAABd4/gTq08Qd2Oxg/s1600-h/yutkee4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrEXv2Dg2LI/AAAAAAAABd4/gTq08Qd2Oxg/s400/yutkee4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382109140415994034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roti Babi, customer's favourite, a must dish when dining in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrEXvbSOJcI/AAAAAAAABdw/-PQi9CJZdQU/s1600-h/yutkee3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrEXvbSOJcI/AAAAAAAABdw/-PQi9CJZdQU/s400/yutkee3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382109133229925826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chicken Chop Kopitiam Style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrEXu9tdyBI/AAAAAAAABdo/UVtQll12AF0/s1600-h/yutkee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrEXu9tdyBI/AAAAAAAABdo/UVtQll12AF0/s400/yutkee2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382109125291132946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roast Pork Wrap, only availale on certain days, weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrEXuVw5KRI/AAAAAAAABdg/XHcCPZqyIkM/s1600-h/yutkee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrEXuVw5KRI/AAAAAAAABdg/XHcCPZqyIkM/s400/yutkee1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382109114568091922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahh, back on those days where went food hunting with a bunch of friends. It's definitely a good day, [yea...] spending time with great people and great food, with many great photos taken. [Hmm] This kopitiam is located at Dang Wangi, near Dang Wangi Police Station. Most of the food are good, people are queing in long lines just to get a seat inside this shop. It's a very old coffee shop style, you know... they do it the traditional way, to enhance the food they served. [And Yeah] For roti babi, you need to be early, it usually sold out at around 11am. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrEyISnGw8I/AAAAAAAABeQ/_JNYQScD0VM/s1600-h/yutkee7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrEyISnGw8I/AAAAAAAABeQ/_JNYQScD0VM/s400/yutkee7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382138147700655042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrEyH46DKYI/AAAAAAAABeI/O_t5LUNXRRA/s1600-h/yutkee6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrEyH46DKYI/AAAAAAAABeI/O_t5LUNXRRA/s400/yutkee6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382138140800788866" 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/1367566247362159463-8362687737992454068?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/8362687737992454068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=8362687737992454068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/8362687737992454068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/8362687737992454068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/09/roti-babi-yut-kee-kopitiam.html' title='Roti Babi @ Yut Kee Kopitiam'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SrEXwYMhtQI/AAAAAAAABeA/pRXlx3zRE0c/s72-c/yutkee5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-7537383889093107817</id><published>2009-09-16T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:25:33.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Sushi Special</title><content type='html'>Just started to get my engine warm up, here comes my second pit stop. This has been the second week of my second semester. And yeah, sorry for the lack of updates in my blog. Was about to give it up. Please don't mind about all my previous post tagged with personal label. Those was silly and stupid. That's how fragile I'm when my engine got overheated. Things just go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haywire&lt;/span&gt;. But no worries, upgraded my engine, and installed few performance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accessories&lt;/span&gt; before the new season starts. Now, its just about staying focus and grab hold of all opportunity and chances to strive for the first, The One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to mark the start of the semester. I shall declare this special sushi made by my housemate, zhe hui a.k.a. erob, sushi master chef of PJS9, as my official circuit snack for this season. [:p]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sq_XT6Mn8iI/AAAAAAAABdY/Sj7Vi2OYHkA/s1600-h/zhehui5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sq_XT6Mn8iI/AAAAAAAABdY/Sj7Vi2OYHkA/s400/zhehui5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381756816770724386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sq_XTdgaxAI/AAAAAAAABdQ/lvBt4r4yyuc/s1600-h/zhehui4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sq_XTdgaxAI/AAAAAAAABdQ/lvBt4r4yyuc/s400/zhehui4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381756809069118466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sq_XS_S3rtI/AAAAAAAABdI/lnwwDr4GNqI/s1600-h/zhehui3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sq_XS_S3rtI/AAAAAAAABdI/lnwwDr4GNqI/s400/zhehui3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381756800959229650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sq_XSfircYI/AAAAAAAABdA/bH2PCJmD8pY/s1600-h/zhehui2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sq_XSfircYI/AAAAAAAABdA/bH2PCJmD8pY/s400/zhehui2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381756792435601794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sq_XR3SuHVI/AAAAAAAABc4/qOMapa7NCe4/s1600-h/zhehui1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sq_XR3SuHVI/AAAAAAAABc4/qOMapa7NCe4/s400/zhehui1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381756781631249746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-7537383889093107817?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/7537383889093107817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=7537383889093107817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/7537383889093107817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/7537383889093107817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/09/sushi-special.html' title='Sushi Special'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sq_XT6Mn8iI/AAAAAAAABdY/Sj7Vi2OYHkA/s72-c/zhehui5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-8827247645111208598</id><published>2009-08-19T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:55:42.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Commercial'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "fa8c2beab55e3b6f1e741be77586ef7f";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-8827247645111208598?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/8827247645111208598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=8827247645111208598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/8827247645111208598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/8827247645111208598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/08/nuffnangbid-fa8c2beab55e3b6f1e741be7758.html' title=''/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-4456426013058590565</id><published>2009-08-16T18:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:55:31.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What was I THINKING??!! good intention my balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sorry. Hope its not too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-4456426013058590565?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/4456426013058590565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=4456426013058590565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/4456426013058590565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/4456426013058590565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-was-i-thinking-good-intention-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-4027709723609715338</id><published>2009-08-16T12:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:55:31.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Comments anyone?</title><content type='html'>I've changed definitely. In a way, I m asking myself, it is a good change? or is the other way? Another part of me, thinking that I should be confident with myself, there's nothing to ask opinion from other people. It's always your decision in the end. I've done something, which I felt I should but and bad at the same time. I started to actually throw opinion on people, however its only to certain people which i think worth throwing my advice and comments. Well, am I eligible of doing it? Does my word make sense?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people comment on the things I said, debating, I always run out of words to get my points up to the top. There's many factors which lead me to said such things, but I can't find a solid reasons out. I've done what I've done, yes, I'm regretful, but I think I will be more regretful if I just keep all those to myself. Hoping with my good intentions, it will change the interpretation of my message. I'm worried, worried of so many things. Worried most of something that I do not want to lose. Response was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The higher you fly, the harder you drop. My aim was high, when I fall, I fall bad. I always wanted to know how people thinks about me. Don't tell me the good, I want to know my bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-4027709723609715338?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/4027709723609715338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=4027709723609715338' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/4027709723609715338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/4027709723609715338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/08/comments-anyone.html' title='Comments anyone?'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-3759066350201178774</id><published>2009-08-13T02:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:55:31.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Still waiting.</title><content type='html'>Had been spending 2 days in A1, became one of my private office already, it's a really comfortable workstation. With its free air-conditioner, large table space, material stock just down stairs(Vision Art), well cant find any better place than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most of you here reading my previous posts, knows that I'm not doing so well recently. [sigh] Things are still the same for the day. After my late dinner with weijia, mel, and wailun, came back home and got another kick from my landlord. Apparently, my neighbouring room housemate broke the sink in the toilet. Uncle accused that the floor was too slippery, and again accused I didn't clean the floor together with my housemate, causing algaes to grow. No choice, had to listen to his lectures, even it's not me who broke the blardy sink. [Not blaming my housemate, I actually worried whether is he okay, cause its really dangerous.] However, you know what's the next thing the uncle said, "No choice lorr, I've to fix the sink tomorrow, and charge our friend here." [=.="]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of being more sincere making sure my housemate is alright, he just worrying about the money. [Sigh] Felt bad for my housemate, and I offered if we can share the cost. [Hmm, guess he would be too embaress to actually share the cost with me] The thing is.... you know why I wanted to shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are still on the down side. Hoping to meet the rising part soon, however, after sharing my problems with my friends, I actually felt much better. Thanks weijia, wailun and mel for that. At least I m not feeling that bad, cause telling things out allows me to rearrange the things in my mind, and solve the issue clearly. I was pretty shocked that someone who spend so less of his time with me, willing to spend the time and come out with me. Nice person to share problems with, at least showing that he cares. Some people just appear invisible when you need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I m jumping too fast to a conclusion for a judgement. However, this is the time I need friends with me the most to keep me companied and help me through. Thanks again and appreciate the night. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-3759066350201178774?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/3759066350201178774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=3759066350201178774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3759066350201178774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3759066350201178774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/08/still-waiting.html' title='Still waiting.'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-6433590948702531765</id><published>2009-08-11T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:55:31.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>It's All Wrong!</title><content type='html'>Things had been pretty rough for me recently, especially this week. Not making the right decision at the right time really cause me a lot, not only financial and physical wise, but also what I've put first in my life. Guess that there will always be up and downs. Things went pretty well for the last month and even the last last month. Well, I have reached the down part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very thankful and grateful for having some of my friends that read my blog to leave some supporting comments to keep me moving. I was really off track, my performance at work were really effected badly. However, thanks again. All those words are really useful for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I or should I not? This is the most frequent question that I have been dealing this week. However, I got it all wrong at all time. Should I take this decision? What are the outcomes? How hard will it impact me? Am I able to handle it? Some people say it's all due to my previous workload that made me stressed and tired now, which it now lead to an emotional unstable state. It might be true some part, but I do not know what are exactly the real cause. But there's things that bothered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have let it out. I wanted to but I shouldn't. It's definitely not the right decision. Hate and Love are both very contradictory feeling. When these two things come together, it's like a war zone in your head. Hate and love somebody at the same time is the last thing you want to have. I am not even sure where do I stand. Having heartache knowing the story ends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be required to make another decision now. Should I or should I not? Another wrong decision will cause me a lot more. [It's regarding my house rental, just to avoid any misinterpretation].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick again, hope its not H1N1 and get the people around me infected by me. [If things were a little smoother...]&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;*I'm not complaining about my life. I knew there were people facing far more worst situation than me, but this is the only place I could be soft on myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-6433590948702531765?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/6433590948702531765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=6433590948702531765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/6433590948702531765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/6433590948702531765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-all-wrong.html' title='It&apos;s All Wrong!'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-3068899326886587354</id><published>2009-08-05T17:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:55:31.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Blardy bastard retarded landlord</title><content type='html'>Just as I was done with my previous post, went out and came back after a short  meal. Another storm just broke into my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just returned into my room for about 5minutes, Mel was here with me. He bought some ice for the air-cooler. Since the ice was all sticking together, he just sort of knock it on the carpet 3 times continuously. Not even really knock, its just dropping it from the knee height on a carpet. Imagine what are the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the toilet, wetting a piece of cloth, so that I could wipe my table. Suddenly, someone knocked my door. Apparently, is the fucking asshole blardy retarded bastard landlord. He came and accused me that I made a lot of noise. And I asked what noise did u hear? He said its from my room. Asking me what am I doing. I said I am wiping my table.&lt;br /&gt;U know what he added? He said he confirm its from my room, he said he even stand outside my room for a while, and went down to the living room to listen what sound was that. What the heck? you feel the bullshit he is talking about? just 3 knocks he manage to leave his room while he was playing his play station[what kind of old man is this?!] then ran over to the living room and ran back up and listened silently in front of my door room. [wow...]&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I was really careful with my volume. I didnt even turned on the music. Wiping the table does not cause any noise.&lt;br /&gt;He came in and started to lecture, and said this "you look at your fucking face in the mirror... eyes all dark and pucat, trust me larr albert...sleep." Fuck him man, if I had the time to sleep, who wouldn't? And the thing is I'm not wasting my time for uneccesary entertainment. I'm rushing my work for most of the time. And the way he said was really disrespecting, and kept asking me to listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respected him at first, he kept asking me to listen to his advice and be like him. Well, I didnt mind much at first. But now, he totally ruin his own reputation. I try my best to tolerate, thinking that I should respect him. Controlling whatever that I m doing, even my parents dont do that. Even cooking a pack of maggi is so much of a trouble. Usually how do you guys cook maggi? I thought boiling water in a pot first, once its boilt, throw in the noodles and the flavouring. That's all right? Well, he is much of a trouble. "No no no...don't waste the gas." boil the water in the electric water boiler first, once the water boilt, pour into the pot...bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;what the heck? electric free? [later on I just realize maybe he dont have to pay for the electric since he is collecting such a high rental from us. while gas he is paying himself. fuck]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me so upset is he used suck language to talk to me. I'm really considering to shift, really need to pass the message to people not to stay at this house. Blardy bastard. one word i call, RETARDED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-3068899326886587354?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/3068899326886587354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=3068899326886587354' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3068899326886587354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3068899326886587354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/08/blardy-bastard-retarded-landlord.html' title='Blardy bastard retarded landlord'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-2870898741065397564</id><published>2009-08-04T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:55:31.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Things are turning down</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought things are fine and peace, [sigh] ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always don't last long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been awhile since my last posting, loads of assignments and projects are heavy pressuring my body and mind. However, this is not the problem. I enjoyed doing my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust people, probably due to the previous scar which is still clearly carved in my heart. Some say, "A scar in the mind, might be easy to forget, but a scar in the heart stays forever." Well, that scar is in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Thought that I learned my lesson and knew to handle these things better here in my new environment. Yet, another failure. Apart from not being able to hold firm to my policies and goals, I tend to still be my old self. Nothing much change, other than my new hair cut, and even just the hair cut, I don't feel comfortable with it.&lt;br /&gt;There's many things that I wanted to share, just made me realize I'm all by myself. I'm not seeking for sympathy and I'm not sad or disappointed for not having anyone. I still have my family, just that I'm staying a distance away from them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's many things in my mind, find it really hard to get it out. Furthermore, knowing my blog will be read by some of my friends around me, I had to find ways to spill my feelings. Truthfully, right now, I'm feeling disappointment, cheap, and upset. You might find it hard to believe when I said I feel alone, cause there's always people looking for me. Well, people find me when they need, I'm nothing afterthat.  I'm quite fed up with this, but I just cant stand seeing people having hardtime and I'm not doing anything. [sigh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, I have been saying these for so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main point is, there's another matter starting to leave a mark, still unsure whether it will be in the heart or mind, but I'm definitely feeling the pain in my heart now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-2870898741065397564?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/2870898741065397564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=2870898741065397564' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/2870898741065397564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/2870898741065397564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-are-turning-down.html' title='Things are turning down'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-6784254173819853178</id><published>2009-07-16T09:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:00:20.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts'/><title type='text'>Pop-up Cards (Mock Piece)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sl6FaXMfUyI/AAAAAAAABb8/E1ZVluwqs9Q/s1600-h/popup1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sl6FaXMfUyI/AAAAAAAABb8/E1ZVluwqs9Q/s400/popup1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358867294566961954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sl6FuMDbvxI/AAAAAAAABcE/EnaZa8mlDRE/s1600-h/popup2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sl6FuMDbvxI/AAAAAAAABcE/EnaZa8mlDRE/s400/popup2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358867635173572370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sl6GOdPXYuI/AAAAAAAABcM/CIo-X5RTzsU/s1600-h/popup3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sl6GOdPXYuI/AAAAAAAABcM/CIo-X5RTzsU/s400/popup3.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358868189542834914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sl6GPN2hguI/AAAAAAAABcU/QbORpTIbcSo/s1600-h/popup4.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sl6GPN2hguI/AAAAAAAABcU/QbORpTIbcSo/s400/popup4.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358868202591978210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Futuristic Airport Design&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;*Final Project Piece. This is the non-colored version. Actual completed version should be out soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-6784254173819853178?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/6784254173819853178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=6784254173819853178' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/6784254173819853178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/6784254173819853178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/07/pop-up-cards-mock-piece.html' title='Pop-up Cards (Mock Piece)'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sl6FaXMfUyI/AAAAAAAABb8/E1ZVluwqs9Q/s72-c/popup1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-2298390794068789578</id><published>2009-07-11T01:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:00:20.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts'/><title type='text'>World Worst Portrait Artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SllLrsXpc_I/AAAAAAAABb0/or8SvVtOVc8/s1600-h/portraitdrawing4.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SllLrsXpc_I/AAAAAAAABb0/or8SvVtOVc8/s400/portraitdrawing4.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357396445750719474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SljCdJv8HPI/AAAAAAAABbs/yS41wh0I3VE/s1600-h/portraitdrawing3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SljCdJv8HPI/AAAAAAAABbs/yS41wh0I3VE/s400/portraitdrawing3.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357245562846190834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SlfjQI8QgmI/AAAAAAAABbk/kJH0q5Gdbk4/s1600-h/portraitdrawing2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SlfjQI8QgmI/AAAAAAAABbk/kJH0q5Gdbk4/s400/portraitdrawing2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357000148198130274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SlfjPqcIfnI/AAAAAAAABbc/oarBjYRyrw8/s1600-h/portraitdrawing1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SlfjPqcIfnI/AAAAAAAABbc/oarBjYRyrw8/s400/portraitdrawing1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357000140010323570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my most feared subject, I'm very bad at drawing portraits, sketching, shading...etc. However, lecturer said its all about the practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly get the shape and the shading right. Will show you some of the good work done by some other students soon, so you can make the comparison. Mine was awful. [oh no no...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-2298390794068789578?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/2298390794068789578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=2298390794068789578' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/2298390794068789578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/2298390794068789578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/07/world-worst-portrait-artist.html' title='World Worst Portrait Artist'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SllLrsXpc_I/AAAAAAAABb0/or8SvVtOVc8/s72-c/portraitdrawing4.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-7166124247469479514</id><published>2009-07-07T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:00:37.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>Was hoping this feeling will go away. It might give me a big trouble. I wanted to tell out, but do not think is wise choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22.12.93.56.55.56.39.59.21.31.51.64.64.26.35.66.48.70.89.110.102.43.83.105.115.76.68.68&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you understand the series of number, you will know what i mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-7166124247469479514?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/7166124247469479514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=7166124247469479514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/7166124247469479514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/7166124247469479514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/07/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-4067210343979400726</id><published>2009-07-02T11:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:00:37.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>眼泪笑了</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;比想象中更痛 你真的没回头 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我命令眼泪不许失控 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;回忆不跟你走 都挤在我心中 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我就有责任让它值得被珍重 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;谢谢你曾让我难过 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;谢谢我没有想太多 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;当爱情左盼右顾的时候 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我眼泪都笑了 谁还想哭呢 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;再勇敢的站着 找回光和热 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;面对你的时候 我不会舍不得 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;因为你已是过客 因为路有些曲折 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;是美的 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你眼泪都笑了 谁还会哭呢 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;来不及完美的 就唱首骊歌 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;想起你的时候 我不是卑微的 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;反而我没有遗憾 因为我已爱过你 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;深深的 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;心碎成了沙漠 就快开凿绿洲 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我没有时间不知所措 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你温柔的双手 本就不属于我 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;又何必在乎它以后属于谁呢 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1367566247362159463-4067210343979400726?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-2686571370812071397</id><published>2009-07-01T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:00:37.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>寂寞光年</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;是谁从我天空摘走了星星 &lt;br /&gt;一转眼　眉头聚满乌云 &lt;br /&gt;从来快乐悲伤都自己判刑 &lt;br /&gt;忘了我也值得被关心 &lt;br /&gt;一双手一个梦 &lt;br /&gt;一路上不断的俯冲 &lt;br /&gt;痛到忘了要怎么喊痛 &lt;br /&gt;漫长的寂寞淹没我的难过 &lt;br /&gt;我的世界是零下的沙漠 &lt;br /&gt;其实我也想要拥抱的温柔 &lt;br /&gt;融化这颗坚强的泡沫 &lt;br /&gt;漫长的等候让人特别失落 &lt;br /&gt;锋锐寂寞把天空都割破 &lt;br /&gt;还有谁能够紧握着我的手 &lt;br /&gt;陪着我期待消失的彩虹 &lt;br /&gt;是谁将阳舛技舫闪擞甑? &lt;br /&gt;天灰了　快乐总有限期 &lt;br /&gt;从来都陷在孤独的流沙里 &lt;br /&gt;忘了我也配被人在意 &lt;br /&gt;一个人一直走看着梦像做了又空 &lt;br /&gt;精疲力尽有没有哪里可以停泊 &lt;br /&gt;漫长的寂寞淹没我的难过 &lt;br /&gt;我的世界是零下的沙漠 &lt;br /&gt;其实我也想有拥抱的温柔 &lt;br /&gt;融化这颗坚强的泡沫 &lt;br /&gt;漫长的等候让人特别失落 &lt;br /&gt;锋锐寂寞把天空都割破 &lt;br /&gt;还有谁能够紧握着我的手 &lt;br /&gt;陪着我期待消失的彩虹 &lt;br /&gt;那是谁的温柔留在我的小手 &lt;br /&gt;微不足道却那么重 &lt;br /&gt;漫长的寂寞把意志都吞没 &lt;br /&gt;整个世界是沉默的漩涡 &lt;br /&gt;有谁能陪我手牵着手出走 &lt;br /&gt;带我离开空洞的星球 &lt;br /&gt;还有什么值得追求 &lt;br /&gt;还有什么可以拥有 &lt;br /&gt;把怀抱借给我是不是就不再颤抖 &lt;br /&gt;有谁能带走这美丽的哀愁 &lt;br /&gt;能让我相信被爱的理由&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;*A very meaningful song.&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/1367566247362159463-2686571370812071397?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/2686571370812071397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Their mind. Their actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what they are thinking at most of the times. Zero knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to relate this post to my past experience. A bad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why guys got jealous? And why some guy don't?&lt;br /&gt;I was often blamed, that I'm very possesive, controlling and [hmm] over-sensitive. To be very true here, I'm uncomfortable with guys kept having 'physical contact' with girls. Mainly, because I think guys should have certain respect to the girls and respect oneself as a guy either. Somehow, I was called closed minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this scenario as an example:&lt;br /&gt;During one of the days, a group of close friends are having a gathering at night. Those usual, small gathering among few close friends, for a pillow talk session. [Yeap] There were boys and girls as well. Probably around a 30minutes talk later, one of the guy started to gave massage to one of the girls. To be more specific, foot massage. And a while later, the girl lied facing down, and the guy started to massage the back. &lt;br /&gt;Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;[Hmm] For those which you call yourself 'open-minded', yea, this might not seem to be anything wrong. Furthermore, the girl allowed the guy to do the massage, don't she. As yeah, I almost forgotten, they are all close friends. So, what's wrong with it?&lt;br /&gt;There's no such things as I massage her as a friend. [wth] It's only what I call, taking advantage. You can go massage your sister or your mom, I do not care. But touching some other girls, is something pretty disturbing in a way. You may say, "hey, they do it in overseas.". Yea, it's overseas, its their culture, their norm. In Malaysia, we don't do that, living in Malaysia, respect girls as for what they are. [God damn it, hate those type of guys.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To relate me in the scenario is, the girl was someone I liked before. And the guy was someone who knew me pretty well and knew I like her. And yet, doing it in front of me, is something pretty disturbing and upset me. After sharing the story here, I would like to reconsider calling myself that I am jealous, which I think again, it was just something which pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, guys know guys better. You think guys are so innocent and good that they want to massage for you? Why not massage a guy? It's just purely taking advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys and girls do still need to keep a certain distance, and a certain degree of respect. However, it's a whole new different aspect if the girl and the guy have some sparks going on. I can't comment much on that, but yet, still need to keep a certain behaviour and not going over-doing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*This is just my thoughts, my views, my believes. If any of my readers there do have any opinions, I would be glad to hear. &lt;/span&gt;[fug those asshole guys anyway, thinking about them, pissing me off again]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-1442507412471194501?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/1442507412471194501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=1442507412471194501' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/1442507412471194501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/1442507412471194501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/06/guys-are-hopeless.html' title='Guys are hopeless'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-5969264547239168252</id><published>2009-06-27T07:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:00:37.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>TAG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;If you are tagged, answer these 14 questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;1. Besides your lips, where is the favorite spot to get kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hmm... its for her to find out. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;2.How did you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;feel like singing in the bathroom =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;3.Who was the last person/people you took a photo with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't remember. Erm, Yuri? Yipin? Weijia? Mel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;4.Would you consider yourself spoiled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;not yet. wanted to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;5.Will you ever donate blood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeap, donated once. Got all dizzy, and felt like vomiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;6.Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't believe in "best close friends" with opposite sex, there's definitely sparks, but taking a close friendship bond as an excuse to get near each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;7.Do you want someone to be dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, yes. There's few. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;8.What does your last text message say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johnson at my place liao. Waiting for you, ghost movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;9.What are you thinking right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm thinking how to answer these blardy questions. Hungry~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;10. Do you want someone to be with you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;11.What was the time you went to bed last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.15am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;12.Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Free from SONY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;13.Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesh. Heehee :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Who was the last person who text you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Melvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;TEN LUCKY Person to do this quiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Yuri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;   2. Melvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;   3. Yipin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;   4. Weijia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;   5. Chua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;   6. Hann Yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;   7. Kok Wai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;   8. Wai Lun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;   9. Sotong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  10. Lex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;15. Who is no.2[Melvin] having a relationship with? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addriana!!!! :p lovely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;16. Is no. 3[yipin] a male or a female? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somehow, he change according to his mood. =.=" Looks pretty man, eat food faster than cookie monster, but walk like a female model, like to dress like one. Thus, in conclusion, probably fifty fifty mixed gender. [wth]  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;17. If no.7[kok wai] and no.1[Yuri] get together, would it be good? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erm, we will never know, will we? I'm imagining...hmm....yea, somehow quite a good combination. Yuri's a beauty, Kok wai a beauty hunter, yea, not bad at all. What do you guys think? good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;18. What is no.1 studying about? [Yuri]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ehh, she is studying Multimedia design in TOA, considering whether she should change to advertising instead. hmmm..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;19. when was the last time you chatted with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Yuri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; - yesterday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;   2. Melvin - midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;   3. Yipin - Late evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;   4. Weijia - Late evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;   5. Chua - yesterday afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;   6. Hann Yang - yesterday afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;   7. Kok Wai - yesterday afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;   8. Wai Lun - yesterday afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;   9. Sotong - yesterday afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  10. Lex - yesterday afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;20. Is no. 4[weijia] single? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heehee, yeap, still available. But seems like someone has already taken his moves. Weijia, beware... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;21. Say something about no.2. [ melvin ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hmm, loves adrianna. wat else? misses adrianna. haha :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nah, nice person. Able to bring some noice into the class. Joker. Play good basketball. From Malacca. [Hmm] Still have room to improve as a person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;22.What do you think about no. 2[melvin] and no. 6[hannyang] being together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Together as friends, should be fine. Furthermore, they are from the same high school. If more than that, I really don't want to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;23. Describe no.9. [Sotong]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmm..okkkaaayy...this is tough. Why do i put him as number 9? [gosh] I'm going to be real truthful here. [Sotong, hope you dont get offended, sorry] Erm, Sotong can be real nice sometimes if he wanted to. Somehow, he seldom do that. I just don't understand why he always likes to disturb people. One of the few common things he does, block peoples walk paths, annoys people, etc. Character wise, yea, very confident with himself, good in art, good looking, definitely have many girls falling for him. If he can change a lil abt his character, definitely a great man. Otherwise, I could say, wasted potential. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;24. What will you do if no.6[hannyang] and no.7[kok wai] fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Definitely will end with a peace fight. Both are very gentle people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;25. Do you like no.8[wailun]?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Yeap, nice person to be with. Not the typical penang people type. He seems to be in love with someone now, i feel the heat.&lt;/span&gt;&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/1367566247362159463-5969264547239168252?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/5969264547239168252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=5969264547239168252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/5969264547239168252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/5969264547239168252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/06/tag.html' title='TAG'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-3687389225798406691</id><published>2009-06-20T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:00:20.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts'/><title type='text'>Adobe Illustrator Artwork - Iron Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SjvUd-t637I/AAAAAAAABZM/LxsVcfALKvE/s1600-h/iron-man-hit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SjvUd-t637I/AAAAAAAABZM/LxsVcfALKvE/s400/iron-man-hit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349102593949491122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actual Iron Man Poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sju_hjV3BpI/AAAAAAAABY8/_m3jeyEE-TM/s1600-h/iron+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sju_hjV3BpI/AAAAAAAABY8/_m3jeyEE-TM/s400/iron+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349079565576111762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Computer Drawn Image&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sju_hWtBPoI/AAAAAAAABYs/AWkJBTN6diQ/s1600-h/ironman1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sju_hWtBPoI/AAAAAAAABYs/AWkJBTN6diQ/s400/ironman1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349079562183589506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Iron Man Outline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sju_hrci9sI/AAAAAAAABY0/Ecloo1UZUpQ/s1600-h/ironman2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sju_hrci9sI/AAAAAAAABY0/Ecloo1UZUpQ/s400/ironman2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349079567751640770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Completed Coloured Iron Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very first computer drawn cartoon character. Spent the whole night on it, and being very satisfied with the final result.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-3687389225798406691?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/3687389225798406691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=3687389225798406691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3687389225798406691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3687389225798406691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/06/adobe-illustrator-artwork-iron-man.html' title='Adobe Illustrator Artwork - Iron Man'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SjvUd-t637I/AAAAAAAABZM/LxsVcfALKvE/s72-c/iron-man-hit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-2621580252746139791</id><published>2009-06-18T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:03:43.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>CHANGE</title><content type='html'>The word "change" really meant a lot to me this time. A lot of things has been changing, from the very outer part of me till deep inside my soul. Had been thinking whether its a good change or a bad change, but its something I want myself to change. Somehow, I don't have the feeling of missing my past. Something I don't mind losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been rather a good and interesting 7 weeks in my new environment. Things had been well controlled so far. Probably everything's still good when it's new. Well, I am expecting things to differ by the next semester. Can't really forecast what's up next, but we can only pray for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt quite good on writing this post. It's relaxing, even there's still piles of work needed to be completed within the next few days. Yet, taking my time out, spilling words on my blog which has been neglected for the past few days. Anyway, back to the real topic, Change. Did the way i write my post change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I had been hanging on the phone with some old friends for quite a long time. Talking regarding me, and things I wanted to share, my thoughts. I knew I'm changing, no longer some one I would call "nice". It's really true from the batman story, "It's either you die as a Hero, or you live long enough to see yourself turning into a villain.". Of course, I wouldn't call myself as a Hero, but I think those who knew me knew I was good, or some of them even said 'too good'. I hardly say no to anyone. And I really those appreciate those who really helped me during times I needed them the most. Even it's just a little, my gratitude was countlessly huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to hate people now. I started to want to take revenge on people. I started to feel it's unfair of how good people was treated. I won't kill, I won't hit, I don't do crimes and evil, but I hope and curse you to the worst. I started to think what's good left on this place we are all sharing. Call me close minded, I don't care. But I failed in something I wanted to do most, inspiring people to be good. Bad people live better. Am i wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I looked today, was strokes by different brushes from the past. Bad strokes produce bad drawings. The thing is I am changing, for something that I lost faith in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-2621580252746139791?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/2621580252746139791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=2621580252746139791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/2621580252746139791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/2621580252746139791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/06/change.html' title='CHANGE'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-7670564507738322705</id><published>2009-06-16T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:03:10.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Featured Photos of The Month(17/6/2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SjmQuXTyUgI/AAAAAAAABYk/vsojo8PA1uw/s1600-h/class9.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SjmQuXTyUgI/AAAAAAAABYk/vsojo8PA1uw/s400/class9.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348465158684561922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SjmQtrO-mmI/AAAAAAAABYc/c-JzjZGBdqI/s1600-h/class7.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SjmQtrO-mmI/AAAAAAAABYc/c-JzjZGBdqI/s400/class7.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348465146853235298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SjmPZh2lDPI/AAAAAAAABYU/HZDeXjPeoXk/s1600-h/class8.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SjmMX4sL4PI/AAAAAAAABX8/Q6bvi9T-EX8/s400/class4.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348460374461767922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SjmLQgtwsMI/AAAAAAAABX0/ElmhqzMrZvw/s1600-h/class3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SjmLQgtwsMI/AAAAAAAABX0/ElmhqzMrZvw/s400/class3.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348459148255211714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SjmK-XkpJ0I/AAAAAAAABXs/mOTEs1pxajU/s1600-h/class2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SjmK-XkpJ0I/AAAAAAAABXs/mOTEs1pxajU/s400/class2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348458836563404610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SjhFxks6t0I/AAAAAAAABW8/J1GrPwBnq4s/s1600-h/class1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SjhFxks6t0I/AAAAAAAABW8/J1GrPwBnq4s/s400/class1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348101275470444354" 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/1367566247362159463-7670564507738322705?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/7670564507738322705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=7670564507738322705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/7670564507738322705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/7670564507738322705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/06/photo-updates1762009.html' title='Featured Photos of The Month(17/6/2009)'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SjmQuXTyUgI/AAAAAAAABYk/vsojo8PA1uw/s72-c/class9.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-6317796726259800113</id><published>2009-06-16T09:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:03:37.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Weird Dreams~</title><content type='html'>[Ahh], haven't been able to update my blog for quite some time. Just lose the motivation sometimes. Anyway, weird things have been happening to me recently, even in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a very frightening dream about 2 days ago. Will elaborate later on that on the next post. However, the dream that happened to me today is pretty silly. I think most of us here have at least one person that you hated the most. Some one that you really, really hate, and wish to just kill[not really kill, but you should get what I mean]. Imagine you and the person you hate in a boxing ring,... boxing. [weird~] And no matter how hard you hit him or her, he or she won't fall[god damn it!]. Then, usually in boxing, they have this big red coloured glove. Instead of that, each of us are holding on to a balloon, quite high quality one and punching it to the face, and it still wont blow. It function like the big red coloured glove. [what the hell~~]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, that's what happened to me. Me and the person I hate the most, fighting in the most silliest wat I could ever think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[god damn it] Pretty emo now, since I can't hit her down the ground. [sigh]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-6317796726259800113?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/6317796726259800113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=6317796726259800113' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/6317796726259800113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/6317796726259800113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/06/weird-dreams.html' title='Weird Dreams~'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-9196233887136726081</id><published>2009-06-04T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:03:10.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Photo Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SihkQn7AykI/AAAAAAAABWw/5jHQa_mBee0/s1600-h/subway5.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SihkQn7AykI/AAAAAAAABWw/5jHQa_mBee0/s400/subway5.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343631194632276546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caught some people going on a date... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SihkQKM5oSI/AAAAAAAABWk/eaofcS9uBh8/s1600-h/subway4.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SihkQKM5oSI/AAAAAAAABWk/eaofcS9uBh8/s400/subway4.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343631186654241058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lawyer presenting a court session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SihkPqPZYmI/AAAAAAAABWc/_oVRUqXm-tY/s1600-h/subway3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SihkPqPZYmI/AAAAAAAABWc/_oVRUqXm-tY/s400/subway3.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343631178074776162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SihkPPwYtaI/AAAAAAAABWU/G6MHsDI7AVg/s1600-h/subway2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SihkPPwYtaI/AAAAAAAABWU/G6MHsDI7AVg/s400/subway2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343631170965386658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chee Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SihkOfVz8HI/AAAAAAAABWM/BH2G5x_jHq0/s1600-h/subway1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SihkOfVz8HI/AAAAAAAABWM/BH2G5x_jHq0/s400/subway1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343631157969023090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Subway - Makan Session&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/1367566247362159463-9196233887136726081?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/9196233887136726081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=9196233887136726081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/9196233887136726081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/9196233887136726081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='Photo Updates'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SihkQn7AykI/AAAAAAAABWw/5jHQa_mBee0/s72-c/subway5.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-1772911707048503477</id><published>2009-05-31T10:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:03:31.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Commercial'/><title type='text'>Blardy Blogger? or Hell Wimax?</title><content type='html'>[=.="]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been few days I cant upload my photos to my blog. It took me ages just to load the uploading image page. I've few really interesting photos that I wanted to share. But hell... =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it will take me sometime to figure out the problems. Hope to be posting back soon,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-1772911707048503477?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/1772911707048503477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=1772911707048503477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/1772911707048503477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/1772911707048503477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/05/blardy-blogger-or-hell-wimax.html' title='Blardy Blogger? or Hell Wimax?'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-593101070786247180</id><published>2009-05-30T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:03:10.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Shadow SUSHIGROOVE Ranger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SiR3E7ZDMkI/AAAAAAAABWE/quVj8NR-cGE/s1600-h/cool4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SiR3E7ZDMkI/AAAAAAAABWE/quVj8NR-cGE/s400/cool4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342525984514191938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SiR3EqMNUCI/AAAAAAAABV8/W0hXTlPKUBw/s1600-h/cool3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 115px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SiR3EqMNUCI/AAAAAAAABV8/W0hXTlPKUBw/s400/cool3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342525979896926242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SiR3EXSYGTI/AAAAAAAABV0/-z8Ri3Ww0FQ/s1600-h/cool2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SiR3EXSYGTI/AAAAAAAABV0/-z8Ri3Ww0FQ/s400/cool2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342525974822525234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SiR3EIRVbMI/AAAAAAAABVs/V-k2rOoD6fQ/s1600-h/cool1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SiR3EIRVbMI/AAAAAAAABVs/V-k2rOoD6fQ/s400/cool1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342525970791623874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess who are they.&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/1367566247362159463-593101070786247180?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/593101070786247180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=593101070786247180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/593101070786247180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/593101070786247180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/05/shadow-sushigroove-ranger.html' title='Shadow SUSHIGROOVE Ranger!'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SiR3E7ZDMkI/AAAAAAAABWE/quVj8NR-cGE/s72-c/cool4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-5821680893209909478</id><published>2009-05-28T09:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:03:10.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Familliar faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sh3kIn-6O2I/AAAAAAAABVk/GgI9popuJ1k/s1600-h/hw5.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sh3kIn-6O2I/AAAAAAAABVk/GgI9popuJ1k/s400/hw5.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340675569954208610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sh3kIF0WGYI/AAAAAAAABVc/08EkbwfBozI/s1600-h/hw4.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sh3kIF0WGYI/AAAAAAAABVc/08EkbwfBozI/s400/hw4.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340675560783092098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sh3kHQpGDAI/AAAAAAAABVU/B5SWDynwfM0/s1600-h/hw3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sh3kHQpGDAI/AAAAAAAABVU/B5SWDynwfM0/s400/hw3.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340675546508823554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sh3kGvbSztI/AAAAAAAABVM/QcYjWptKHyk/s1600-h/hw2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sh3kGvbSztI/AAAAAAAABVM/QcYjWptKHyk/s400/hw2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340675537592569554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sh3kF1i6tBI/AAAAAAAABVE/vhfq93hTFhI/s1600-h/hw1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sh3kF1i6tBI/AAAAAAAABVE/vhfq93hTFhI/s400/hw1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340675522055287826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up stuck in my room to complete all the assignments, and it was supposed to be a entertainment day for me. [:-(]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-5821680893209909478?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/5821680893209909478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=5821680893209909478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/5821680893209909478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/5821680893209909478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/05/familliar-faces.html' title='Familliar faces'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sh3kIn-6O2I/AAAAAAAABVk/GgI9popuJ1k/s72-c/hw5.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-1119351603939404995</id><published>2009-05-26T08:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:03:55.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>One of the days in TOA</title><content type='html'>[Hmm...] One of the days in TOA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, "academic" life in college never feel better than now. Everyday into class is just something awesome, and something interesting to learn. The homework load doesn't kill me, compared to what I endured in MMU. [Alrite, I shouldn't be polluting the name.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to show some of my friends, [yeap] this is my very first assignment here in TOA, done it last week. Recognize that face? [Ehh..] Probably look much younger than the actual picture. He's Mr. Pablo Picasso. One of the few famous artist. Somehow, I feel he looks like "Professor Xavier" from the X-Men. [got so addicted to X-Men]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Shs_i5-PseI/AAAAAAAABU0/GgPO7aO1MHo/s1600-h/art1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Shs_i5-PseI/AAAAAAAABU0/GgPO7aO1MHo/s400/art1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339931652087853538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drawings of Pablo Picasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While as for the weather inside the class, its global warming for about 3 weeks now. It's something good if you know what I mean. [The ice is breaking] :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Photo of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Shs_jO6R0ZI/AAAAAAAABU8/Hp9miamEVmQ/s1600-h/art2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Shs_jO6R0ZI/AAAAAAAABU8/Hp9miamEVmQ/s400/art2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339931657708360082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;...hopeless...speechless... or =.="&lt;/span&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/1367566247362159463-1119351603939404995?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/1119351603939404995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=1119351603939404995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/1119351603939404995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/1119351603939404995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-of-days-in-toa.html' title='One of the days in TOA'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Shs_i5-PseI/AAAAAAAABU0/GgPO7aO1MHo/s72-c/art1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-7625426073808517274</id><published>2009-05-18T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:07:07.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yi Pin's 18th Birthday Celebration @ Wong Kok Char Chan Teng</title><content type='html'>Happy18th Birthday to Yipin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd really hope I did not let him down. At first, I really thought I would be able to invite more of our classmates to join for the dinner to celebrate his birthday. It's his 18th birthday, though it may not sound important to some people, however I treasure birthday a lot. It's the only day which belongs to you, the day you're born. If it was me, I definitely hope some people would help me to organize a gathering to celebrate my birthday, rather than I organize it and invite people to come. So, even though I keep saying "its alrite, don't have to trouble yourself to celebrate for me", but deep inside my heart, I'm always hoping for one. I guess that's why I'm so keen to celebrate for a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, even though there's just six of us. It turned out pretty well, yipin seems to be pretty enjoying himself, especially with that pail-sized glass of milk-tea. It's just something different than what we usually have. And I'm glad that Fathimath and Aishah from Maldives, walked all the way from their apartment to join us[Thank you for joining us! definitely made it merrier!]. Things should be good for Wei Jia and Melvin, weijia was complaining about the size of the meat was very small, but melvin still manage to take the meat with 2 bowl of rice. That's the way a guy eat, always needed more rice to fill our stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/ShF01IiFcgI/AAAAAAAABUs/O95fwUFybyk/s1600-h/yipin5.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/ShF01IiFcgI/AAAAAAAABUs/O95fwUFybyk/s400/yipin5.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337175489583084034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/ShF00vvvWlI/AAAAAAAABUk/zW8u4jAYe4Q/s1600-h/yipin4.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/ShF00vvvWlI/AAAAAAAABUk/zW8u4jAYe4Q/s400/yipin4.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337175482929470034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/ShF00GObUnI/AAAAAAAABUc/JtijejXenL0/s1600-h/yipin3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/ShF00GObUnI/AAAAAAAABUc/JtijejXenL0/s400/yipin3.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337175471783891570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/ShF0z8IInWI/AAAAAAAABUU/A4yLFI0OuHk/s1600-h/yipin2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/ShF0z8IInWI/AAAAAAAABUU/A4yLFI0OuHk/s400/yipin2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337175469073145186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looks drunk with milk-tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/ShF0zceElBI/AAAAAAAABUM/rHsYuWLFphk/s1600-h/yipin1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/ShF0zceElBI/AAAAAAAABUM/rHsYuWLFphk/s400/yipin1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337175460575220754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Got-cha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Yipin, hope you enjoyed the day! May all your wishes and dreams come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-7625426073808517274?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/7625426073808517274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=7625426073808517274' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/7625426073808517274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/7625426073808517274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/05/yi-pins-18th-birthday-celebration-wong.html' title='Yi Pin&apos;s 18th Birthday Celebration @ Wong Kok Char Chan Teng'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/ShF01IiFcgI/AAAAAAAABUs/O95fwUFybyk/s72-c/yipin5.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-5824999355409920357</id><published>2009-05-16T16:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:45:19.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Commercial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>I'm a Standout in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sg6TDbqYmGI/AAAAAAAABT8/e4mKmLLFWwE/s1600-h/post3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sg6TDbqYmGI/AAAAAAAABT8/e4mKmLLFWwE/s400/post3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336364295655037026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stating "I'm a Standout in Life" wasn't something easy for me to admit. Cause I don't think I really standout among the others yet. However, I took quite some time to think, how do I really standout compared to the others. To say I'm smart, "no"; to say I'm good-looking, "no"; to say I'm talented "no"; to say I'm the best in the world, "also no" .... this could go on forever. Yet, I know how different am I compared to the others is, "I'm [always trying my best to be] a standout in life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These is my lifeline:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sg6FebdK_NI/AAAAAAAABTs/tcwBw24fPpc/s1600-h/post1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sg6FebdK_NI/AAAAAAAABTs/tcwBw24fPpc/s400/post1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336349366293298386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Super Strength Powers - I Slapped my Grandma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since I was a baby, I was a very terrible one. For most of us, babies always portray an impression of nice, cute, harmony, curiosity, pure, angelic... We always feel good playing with a baby. Whenever I were given a baby to hold in my arms, I will feel that I'm holding the purest, and most precious person in the whole universe, its like a blank paper haven't been painted with the colours of life yet. BUT me, there was once I was hold by my grandma, I gave her a slap right on her face. [haha, goodness sake] I was told by my grandma later on when I was older. It has been at least 18 years ago, but she's still remembering it till now. And I bite too, don't put anything near my baby mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super Shout Wave - Shouted so that my mom came back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I was firstly sent to kindergardens, I think most of the children would know who am I. I was the boy who was dragged inside the school, and the teacher had to lock all the gate and doors, and wait till my mom drives away. [My friends definitely won't believe me, seeing what I'm now, haha] And that's not the end. Then I will shake the gate till it almost break, and I will keep shouting for my mom. "mummy... mummy....", [haha] hardly imagine myself as kid. Probably that time, I successfully made some other kids to cry as well. And in the end, the teacher has no choice but to call my mom to come back. Seeing this kid was hopeless, and not easy to be cheated with sweets and toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sg6Kq-HFTWI/AAAAAAAABT0/ky05oeDy4L0/s1600-h/post2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sg6Kq-HFTWI/AAAAAAAABT0/ky05oeDy4L0/s400/post2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336355079312461154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super Magneto Power - The next thing I see is a chair towards my face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wasn't that left out in my primary school years. I remember that I think I was having a bad day, somehow few of my friends were quite annoying. We were all just playfull and silly kids those day, I wouldn't consider it as bad kid yet. As usual, when kids go into a arguement, we start scolding each other bad words, and the last thing came out from my mouth was "Damn you, you looked exactly like a gangster!". I turned and just about to walk away, suddenly heard something was dragged, and when I turned, the next thing I see is a flying chair heading towards me. [violent =.="] Then, I know I was one of the main character in the WWF in the arena, which thousands of people gathered and enjoyed themselves. The bad thing is I was on the loosing side :-( However, I was quite unsatisfied till now, cause I was to admit I was in a fight, but the real thing is I was beaten and not fought. The next day, my name was announced during the assembly, in front of the whole school, both of us stepped on to the stage, the principal stood in the middle, teachers knocked the bell, "ting ting ting", principal then announced the winner is ... the other kid. [:p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all just some experience when I was considered a kid. I m quite outstanding when I was in secondary school years. Having a few presidential post in several clubs and societies, vice president post, secretary position, treasurer, committee member, ...etc. I sang songs in front of everyone during assembly. It was all my time. Most of the juniors know me.&lt;br /&gt;However, the broke up gave me a huge impact, especially on my self confidence. I'm good nowadays, starting to picking up momentum. All these while, what drove me to my best is, I always wanted to fight for the lower confident people, which I do not recon them as poor and weak. In school, I always see those who are weaker in academic get exploited and ignored by the better students, showing no respect at all. They got so timid, because we are all being evaluated as good and bad student based on our academic results. I believed there's a heart in everyone, even the worst student. My dream was to inspire them to be more than what they are now. In school, some student gained their popularity easily, through their academic results, handsome, pretty, but I built my own reputation through hardwork, selfless effort to help people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope one day, I can inspire billions of people, that they can be more than what they are, and not to forget where they are from. I believe that "with great powers come great responsibility", when you are good at something, help those who aren't, and not just competing among the best. As long there is a heart, you can achieve anything you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sg6TDkMxJlI/AAAAAAAABUE/Dm8oKcxQU2o/s1600-h/post4.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sg6TDkMxJlI/AAAAAAAABUE/Dm8oKcxQU2o/s400/post4.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336364297946736210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, that's what made me A STANDOUT IN LIFE, my dreams to inspire people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sg6TDbqYmGI/AAAAAAAABT8/e4mKmLLFWwE/s1600-h/post3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sg6TDbqYmGI/AAAAAAAABT8/e4mKmLLFWwE/s400/post3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336364295655037026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/WONGZH%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-5824999355409920357?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/5824999355409920357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=5824999355409920357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/5824999355409920357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/5824999355409920357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-standout-in-life.html' title='I&apos;m a Standout in Life'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sg6TDbqYmGI/AAAAAAAABT8/e4mKmLLFWwE/s72-c/post3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-4699047655581661751</id><published>2009-05-15T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:45:07.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>New Faces in My New Phase of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sg2RCOG-d9I/AAAAAAAABS8/Zi9vy_CjvDg/s1600-h/one1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sg2RCOG-d9I/AAAAAAAABS8/Zi9vy_CjvDg/s400/one1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336080600837027794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sg2RCk--yCI/AAAAAAAABTE/CqYZ4HVyHI8/s1600-h/one2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sg2RCk--yCI/AAAAAAAABTE/CqYZ4HVyHI8/s400/one2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336080606977509410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sg2RDLxxlSI/AAAAAAAABTM/dVWKLKfG2V4/s1600-h/one3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sg2RDLxxlSI/AAAAAAAABTM/dVWKLKfG2V4/s400/one3.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336080617391101218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sg2RD2Ut_KI/AAAAAAAABTc/pDUWJhgufs0/s1600-h/one5.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sg2RD2Ut_KI/AAAAAAAABTc/pDUWJhgufs0/s400/one5.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336080628811955362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sg2RDiI24uI/AAAAAAAABTU/Y2fTxxB6TXw/s1600-h/one4.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sg2RDiI24uI/AAAAAAAABTU/Y2fTxxB6TXw/s400/one4.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336080623393497826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sg2TmMTq4WI/AAAAAAAABTk/KZPFdlwfDCY/s1600-h/one6.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sg2TmMTq4WI/AAAAAAAABTk/KZPFdlwfDCY/s400/one6.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336083417851945314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It will take me sometime before I can carefully introduce some of these special character, cause each of everyone of them is a very unique person. However, one word describe all for now, they are just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-4699047655581661751?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/4699047655581661751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=4699047655581661751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/4699047655581661751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/4699047655581661751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-faces-in-my-new-phase-of-life.html' title='New Faces in My New Phase of Life'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sg2RCOG-d9I/AAAAAAAABS8/Zi9vy_CjvDg/s72-c/one1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-7587797493282523671</id><published>2009-05-12T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:44:51.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Similarities in Differences</title><content type='html'>Have you ever notice the similarities in differences? [weird sentence~]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm in a new place, new environment, meeting new people, there's always a similarities to the past. I was sitting at the back of the class today, observing at people. Wanted to know everyone in my class, and make friends. In my every groups of friends, in every stages of my life, from kindergarden, primary, secondary, previous tertiary and now in TOA, there will always be the few same characteristic of people. I found all these very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we will always see a one or two, or a small group of student, which are what I call them "smarter kids" sitting exactly at the front most desk, trying to charm the lecturer. Then, there will be at least one or two very big sized students which will get a lot of attention from everyone[not insulting, but more to a compliment], which people will be talking about that particular person probably during lunch or breaks, or even when that person walked pass you; "hey, that guy was in my class.". Apart from that, we will have a very high confident female student in the class, besides having a outrageous appearance, probably talk good as well; in which I'm predicting, sooner or later, there might be a long queue of guys going after that girl. Next, here comes a group of joker, which always sound weird in class, but everyone still seems to enjoy themselves with great laughter. Last but not least, there will be me, observing everyone, trying to make friends. [:-)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was much better. Manage to hang out with a few new friends at Sunway Pyramid, at least got to enjoy some cold air. But still, it wasn't cold enough. [damn] Things was good today, and hope to a better one tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Got to know a new friend, called "yuri". Still feel pretty awkward calling that name. Maybe this is the time learning to face it and not running away.   &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/1367566247362159463-7587797493282523671?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/7587797493282523671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=7587797493282523671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/7587797493282523671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/7587797493282523671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/05/similarities-in-differences.html' title='Similarities in Differences'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-698317975184749471</id><published>2009-05-11T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:44:37.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Dinner @ Look-out Point with Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SghGXo9Nj9I/AAAAAAAABS0/uIeeUxzwg_c/s1600-h/mini4.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SghGXo9Nj9I/AAAAAAAABS0/uIeeUxzwg_c/s400/mini4.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334591130565447634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SghGXCyJnrI/AAAAAAAABSs/aroFzNgXaek/s1600-h/mini3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SghGXCyJnrI/AAAAAAAABSs/aroFzNgXaek/s400/mini3.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334591120318504626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SghGWbhh9TI/AAAAAAAABSk/_P2YOQr4kvc/s1600-h/mini2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SghGWbhh9TI/AAAAAAAABSk/_P2YOQr4kvc/s400/mini2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334591109779813682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SghGV8z0-BI/AAAAAAAABSc/MuboR2Wvkqk/s1600-h/mini1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SghGV8z0-BI/AAAAAAAABSc/MuboR2Wvkqk/s400/mini1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334591101535057938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is only one thing I can say. At least they improved their lighting at the watch tower, by having some additional fluorescent lights. But still, they should remove the spot light shining towards the tower. Can't see the steps on the way down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-698317975184749471?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/698317975184749471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=698317975184749471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/698317975184749471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/698317975184749471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/05/dinner-look-out-point-with-friends.html' title='Dinner @ Look-out Point with Friends!'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SghGXo9Nj9I/AAAAAAAABS0/uIeeUxzwg_c/s72-c/mini4.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-7922572613728687540</id><published>2009-05-11T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:44:13.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Mothers' Day</title><content type='html'>You will never know how much damage would a wrong phone call would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, Mothers' Day Eve, I was on my way back from KL, with a few new friends, as they wanted to spend their weekends in Malacca. Everything was good, until I received a phone call from my mom. My grandma slipped and fall, and was hospitalized. My mind was all about her, whether she is fine. Falling down is a very serious case for the elderly people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, once I got everything sort out with my friends. I headed to the hospital after picking up my brother from the tuition center. She looked really weak. I heard from the doctors that she had a fractured bone, and it might take some time to heal. She can hardly move now, a little movement, she will feel the pain. Even moving to the bathroom is a problem for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early next day, even before I wake up. My mom was out already, guessing she should be heading to the hospital. Apparently, I got to find out that my grandma asked the nurse to call her, saying she want to go back home. My mom was there the whole morning to settle the documentations. Later on, I just got to know that my aunt, and my uncle also came all the way from KL and JB, just to check out on my grandma. I followed my mum and uncle to get a special chair from the pharmacy, cause my grandma can't walk to the toilet. Each time she needs to pass motion, we will need to help her to get to that chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very hard day for me, but especially for my mum. For the few coming weeks, she will be quite occupied with taking care of my grandma. Well, in this special day, a mom taking care of her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*How accident happened?&lt;br /&gt;My grandma was bathing in the bathroom. Suddenly, the phone rang. My grandpa was washing some vegetable at the kitchen. My grandpa thought of finishing his washing first, since he is almost done before picking up the phone. When he got out, he already saw my grandma lying on the floor. My grandma rushed out from the toilet, wanted to reach for the phone. That's how it all happened. My grandpa then later still manage to answer the phone, and the worst thing is, it's a wrong number phone call.&lt;br /&gt;This mistake almost cost a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-7922572613728687540?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/7922572613728687540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=7922572613728687540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/7922572613728687540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/7922572613728687540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mothers&apos; Day'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-3468818949184993430</id><published>2009-05-07T15:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:44:04.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Orientation in TOA</title><content type='html'>Woke up at about 8.20am, overslept a little. Can't sleep well yesterday night, probably due to the tea I took during my dinner with my previous housemates. Dragged me till 3am before I snooze off. Didn't manage to catch my breakfast, just walk there straight away. Along my walk there, felt that new environment is starting to change my life a lot. I never try to walk to school before, and now I'm just staying within a stone throw away from my college[cool]. Morning walk to college was good. I get to hit the zebra crossing signal button, wait for it to turn green, and look at the cars stopped just right next to me, just so I can cross the road. Usually, I'm always the one looking at people crossing the road. [It's different]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior arriving at the college lobby, new students turned out to be more than what I expected to be. [Yeap] I was there just in time, 9.15am sharp. Yet, still had to wait for the administration staff to get us registered and later on, begin the briefing. With such large number of students, all gathered in the same block of a shoplot at the same time, its nothing good. [Damn] In a closed building, without a sufficient horse power air-conditioner, it was HELL. As I am lining up at the queue to get myself registered, I'm getting really uncomfortable, yet trying to distract myself by discovering some new faces that will be studying here together. Normal people, nothing extraordinary, hoping for someone who will be more "automatic" in socializing.  Me? I wasn't in the mood to initiate a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They showed us mesage video by TOA principals, as well as head of various departments. Nothing much really, just wanted to introduce those people to us. Only a person made a grand appearance today. I think most of you would know him[I heard about him, but not really know him well.]. Well, he is none other than Eric Leong, a Malaysian Celebrity Designer. He was in TV shows, like 8TV, TV3, Astro ...etc. He was giving out home-decor tips on radio as well. Was quite well known world wide. Not really a fan of his, but he difinitely brought some cheers to us today[luckily, otherwise I will be so tensed due to the warm and stuffy hall environment].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SgKxqUUeV9I/AAAAAAAABSU/6Co5Z0eTgew/s1600-h/EricLeong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SgKxqUUeV9I/AAAAAAAABSU/6Co5Z0eTgew/s400/EricLeong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333020249327294418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Portrait of Eric Leong, famous celebrity designer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Don't know him? It's okay laa... he's nothing much larr....Just came out in a few TV shows, radio stations, won a few awards, design for IKEA, Royal Selangor...." - Learnt from him:p He always do that to the other celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in overall, I would consider the orientation was a little bull-shitting, except from obtaining my new TOA Student ID, and Student Handbook. I didn't pick up other information which are useful. And they end the orientation about 12.30pm. [What the heck?!] Got stuck inside my room for the rest of the day. Didn't even get time to know anybody new.&lt;br /&gt;Lucas was there, a friend from St David, was studying here for a year already. What a day...&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Again, hoping tomorrow will be a better day. Otherwise I will be rotting inside my room, got baked into a salted fish. One thing good being in TOA, get to interact with famous people, which it's quite cool in certain way. :-)&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/1367566247362159463-3468818949184993430?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/3468818949184993430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=3468818949184993430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3468818949184993430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3468818949184993430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/05/orientation-in-toa.html' title='Orientation in TOA'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SgKxqUUeV9I/AAAAAAAABSU/6Co5Z0eTgew/s72-c/EricLeong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-3061414001399815336</id><published>2009-05-07T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:43:51.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>New Life Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SgG8GY7KcAI/AAAAAAAABSM/dJX4ha4wrjc/s1600-h/room1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SgG8GY7KcAI/AAAAAAAABSM/dJX4ha4wrjc/s400/room1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332750251739213826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My new room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A month of enjoying and laziness has finally come to an end. Just finish unpacking loads of my stuff, and now sitting here just to note down some of my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking a lot of what I'm going to expect tomorrow. Did not get this feeling till now, started to worry a little whether are things going to be fine this time? Am I going to fit in?&lt;br /&gt;New people, new environment, new lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;*Not even sure what to write. Just hope and pray things will be fine tomorrow. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-3061414001399815336?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/3061414001399815336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=3061414001399815336' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3061414001399815336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3061414001399815336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-life-begins.html' title='New Life 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/&gt;[00:05.57]&lt;br /&gt;[00:06.94]ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;[00:07.90]&lt;br /&gt;[00:09.90]It never crossed my mind at all&lt;br /&gt;[00:12.43]That's what I tell myself&lt;br /&gt;[00:14.46]What we had has come and gone&lt;br /&gt;[00:16.97]You're better off with someone else&lt;br /&gt;[00:18.70]It's for the best, I know it is&lt;br /&gt;[00:21.21]But I see you&lt;br /&gt;[00:22.48]Sometimes I try to hide&lt;br /&gt;[00:24.78]What I feel inside and I turn around&lt;br /&gt;[00:29.38]You're with him now&lt;br /&gt;[00:31.38]I just can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;[00:34.60]&lt;br /&gt;[00:35.40]Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;[00:37.74]You're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;[00:39.79]Don't remind me&lt;br /&gt;[00:42.45]I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;[00:44.17]Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;[00:46.92]I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;[00:50.30]I'm just a little too not over you&lt;br /&gt;[00:55.32](oooooh )&lt;br /&gt;[00:57.05]Not over you (oh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;[01:01.33]&lt;br /&gt;[01:02.73]Memories supposed to fade&lt;br /&gt;[01:05.32]What's wrong with my heart?&lt;br /&gt;[01:07.21]Shake it off, let it go&lt;br /&gt;[01:09.67]Didn't think it be this hard&lt;br /&gt;[01:11.67]Should be strong, moving on&lt;br /&gt;[01:14.02]But I see you sometimes I try to hide&lt;br /&gt;[01:17.61]What I feel inside and I turn around&lt;br /&gt;[01:22.14]You're with him now&lt;br /&gt;[01:24.26]I just can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;[01:27.58]&lt;br /&gt;[01:28.05]Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;[01:30.35]You're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;[01:32.55]Don't remind me&lt;br /&gt;[01:35.21]I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;[01:36.91]Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;[01:39.63]I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;[01:43.07]I'm just a little too not over you&lt;br /&gt;[01:46.00]&lt;br /&gt;[01:46.73]Maybe I regret&lt;br /&gt;[01:48.53]Everything I said&lt;br /&gt;[01:50.90]No way to take it all back, yeah&lt;br /&gt;[01:55.45]Now I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;[01:57.64]How I let you go&lt;br /&gt;[01:59.31]I'll never understand&lt;br /&gt;[02:03.62]I'll never understand&lt;br /&gt;[02:08.11]Yeah, oooh, oooh, oooh&lt;br /&gt;[02:18.01]Oooooooh&lt;br /&gt;[02:21.28]Oh&lt;br /&gt;[02:22.65]Ooooh, oh&lt;br /&gt;[02:24.86]&lt;br /&gt;[02:25.16]Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;[02:27.46]You're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;[02:29.57]Don't remind me&lt;br /&gt;[02:32.27]I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;[02:33.94]Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;[02:36.74]I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;[02:40.14]I'm just a little too not over you&lt;br /&gt;[02:42.12]&lt;br /&gt;[02:42.81]Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;[02:45.01]You're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;[02:46.99]Don't remind me&lt;br /&gt;[02:49.70]I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;[02:51.39]Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;[02:54.04]I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;[02:57.97]And I really don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;[03:01.66]I'm just a little too not over you&lt;br /&gt;[03:06.65](oh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;[03:08.44]Not over you (oh eh eh eh) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*David sang my thoughts out. &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/1367566247362159463-2619427060071636819?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/2619427060071636819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=2619427060071636819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/2619427060071636819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/2619427060071636819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-too-not-over-you.html' title='A Little Too Not Over You'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-458703630231058796</id><published>2009-05-04T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:57:33.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Commercial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>I Can Relate to Ghosts of Girlfriends Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sf7-QE-U1EI/AAAAAAAABSE/tNYr7w9mjZ8/s1600-h/GoGP_800x600_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sf7-QE-U1EI/AAAAAAAABSE/tNYr7w9mjZ8/s400/GoGP_800x600_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331978561019761730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been disliking romance stories for quite some time now. It haven't been good, or I can say "it never happens in reality".&lt;br /&gt;After watching trailer of the new movie "GHOSTS OF GIRLFRIENDS PAST", the movie look kind of cool. It's about this famous guy, named Connor Mead, whom is a celebrity photographer, almost all girls will fall for his charm. Getting a gorgeous girl for himself is just as simple as cracking a peanut. In short, he hook up with a girl, and the next thing he does is break up.&lt;br /&gt;His brother Paul is getting married soon, Connor had to be there, and guess what's worst that could happen? At the same time, Jenny, Connor's childhood friend was there as well.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the unexpected, this movie portray supernatural elements. It's not a horror movie, so supernatural happens for a good cause. Connor's uncle, Uncle Wayne, appeared during his stay. Uncle Wayne once lived a life like Conners, and don't want him to follow his footsteps. Using his supernatural power, he brings him to the past, present and future to find a way to change Connor. So maybe just this time, he would be able to keep his love.&lt;br /&gt;It's a hilarious love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I'm writing for Nuffnang to join one their competition. At certain point, I'm still considering whether I would want to write for this romance story, cause it always brings up the past memories. Well, since I knew she is no more following this blog. I guess it should be fine for me to write about it. I wanted to write a post about it for quite some time, but I can't seem to find the right words, and I'm always so confuse when thinking about this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I couldn't relate myself to Ghost of Girlfriends Past. But this movie reminds me of something she said. I believe to certain extend, girls always want to live a princess life, glamourous, pretty and have a prince charming, someone to be proud of to show to someone else. I'm actually relating myself to the story through a perspective of a boyfriend of a girl of one of Connors many failed relationship partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't seem to forget about our relationships even we have separated for 2 years plus. I tried to move on, but whenever I see her, all the promises I made to myself was broken. I made many attempts, trying to attract her back. Sometimes, trying my best to treat her as a normal friend, so just we can spend more time together. It all ended up hurting myself. It's not her fault, but it's all on me. I wouldn't want to let go every chance I have to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;One of the bad days, or worst day, we were gathering on one of my friend's birthday occassion. I was very nervous and excited to know she will be there to join the gathering. I mind so much on what I'm going to wear, is my hair okay? and what am I going to say when I see her so I don't look weird. And then when I get there, I can't be normal. She is in a british-liked skirt, I was stunned, she looked great in it. It all started quite well, but she mentioned something about boyfriend. And there I thought she was talking about maybe a boyfriend inside a game, as she also had a husband before this in one of the online games. But she then describe how the guy propose and stuff, my hands was shivering and do not even dare to look at her. At that moment, I was really hurt inside, and don't seem to accept that she got another boyfriend. I finish my cup of green tea, and drove away immediately. Was shouting in the car all the way back[crazy]. Hardly describe my feelings, mixed emotions, mostly dissapointed and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a few months later, only I get to know she broke up. Then, she started to slowly at least accept me a little by spending a little more time together. We opened up details that we usually kept to ourselves. Actually I insisted he to tell me about her story with her ex. Even though, I am really risking my feelings for that, I really wanted to know what happen. Apparently, her boyfriend was previously a advertisement model. Definitely great looking. From our conversation, the guy was rich as well. I got pretty disturbed when she told me that she is the one started to hint that guy.[I've no rights to be jealous, but you know, when you like that person, I'm pretty sure you will have this feeling as well. It's not something I'm going to be proud of] Anyway, they have a few dates together, but the guy was absent without notice for a few times. One time he did that is all enough for me to terminate him, but he did it more than that. Of course I'm only paying attention on his bad sides, he might be a good person, I just do not know. I was really pissed off, how can he do this? I mean its like he don't really mind that much about the date. Asking a girl to wait at somewhere, at later on not being there without any notice. And the reason he told her was he fallen asleep. [I really want to kill that guy.] Being late is already a minus mark, and he can "fly aeroplane".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys like this, probably like Connor doesn't seem to appreaciate much of the things he has until he realize he's loosing it.&lt;br /&gt;[Upon writting this post, I am worried that she might be reading as well. All the things I wrote here is all on my selfish thoughts. She might be happy even the guy done all those. I'm not in the position to say anything.]&lt;br /&gt;Till now, we are no longer in touch. In the meanwhile, I'm living life to the fullest, as I missed out a lot for the past years grieving on my loss. Learning to share love with someone else who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will still watch this movie. Always love the happy ending, hoping one day I will get my happy ending as well. [haha]&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*She left a very deep mark in my life. As one of my friend mentioned, people we met in our life are just passerbys. They come and go, some left marks when they leave; some don't leave anything; and some takes things away. I guess she should be the one who left a very good mark. I won't be remembering the person she is now, I will just keep what's her when we were together. Now, I'm stepping out of the circle which I consider myself loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/blog/2009/05/4/girlfriends-trouble/"&gt;&lt;img src="'http://www.nuffnang.com.my/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/gop-poster_small.jpg'" alt="'gop-poster_small.jpg'" alt="'GOP_Poster.jpg'" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/1367566247362159463-458703630231058796?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/458703630231058796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=458703630231058796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/458703630231058796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/458703630231058796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-can-relate-to-ghosts-of-girlfriends.html' title='I Can Relate to Ghosts of Girlfriends Past'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sf7-QE-U1EI/AAAAAAAABSE/tNYr7w9mjZ8/s72-c/GoGP_800x600_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-8557318045686600604</id><published>2009-05-04T18:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:57:21.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Road Trip @ Erawan Shrine, Bangkok, Thailand</title><content type='html'>From Imm Fusion Hotel[the hotel where I was staying], it was a pretty well located hotel, there's a 7-11 convenient store opposite, on the right, the BTS Station[BTS: Bangkok Mass Transit System], and TESCO-Lotus. While on the left, there's a "seoul-garden" liked restaurant, the only thing is that its open-air, and there's singer singing for performance, and its cheap[about 150baths per person]. Definitely a good place for frequent travellers who are going for a budget trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know what's up for the second day, my parents who are doing all the plannings. I just wake up and walk[haha, not the usual me]. As I walked, I paid much attention to the surroudings, at the same time, was thinking of sentence to write in this blog later on. There's much to write, but most of it I've pretty much forgotten. My dad bought us all a one-day pass for the transit[120bahts each], it would be easier so we don't always have to line up for tickets. Our first destination, King Power Complex. Didn't knew what's the building is for, but the structure caught my attention a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sf7Q_PD8aOI/AAAAAAAABQ0/_svNpmbyknE/s1600-h/bangkok1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sf7Q_PD8aOI/AAAAAAAABQ0/_svNpmbyknE/s400/bangkok1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331928793646655714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My sis and my bro. Noticed the hemisfered glass building at the back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get inside, my dad registered us all. I'm still wondering what kind of mall require all its customers to register to visit the mall. Apparently, this is a duty free mall, selling various type of branded stuff, GUCCI, ROLEX, ...etc. Open specially for foreigners. Didn't spend much time there, just looking around, since things inside there are still very expensive even without the tax. [haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are leaving that area for another tourism spot, we manage to catch some food along the way. Duck Noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sf7RAXc41XI/AAAAAAAABRE/ixdI3PUuk0w/s1600-h/bangkok3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sf7RAXc41XI/AAAAAAAABRE/ixdI3PUuk0w/s400/bangkok3.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331928813078631794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duck Noodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sf7Q_k4nQfI/AAAAAAAABQ8/GhAb7CSESc8/s1600-h/bangkok2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sf7Q_k4nQfI/AAAAAAAABQ8/GhAb7CSESc8/s400/bangkok2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331928799504712178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okra Juice[purple] and Chrisanthemum Tea[yellow, should be pretty obvious].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I'm still safe from the harm of extremely spicy food. But most of the thai food are really sweet, the duck mee wasn't too bad, but it's sweet. Even the drinks, it taste at least 3 times sweeter than what we usually get in Malaysia. It was good at first, but after two or three meals with this level of sweetness, its getting a little ... sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sf7RA1i5xSI/AAAAAAAABRM/ujM3Uvw6jt8/s1600-h/bangkok4.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sf7RA1i5xSI/AAAAAAAABRM/ujM3Uvw6jt8/s400/bangkok4.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331928821156922658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Street stalls selling "kueh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often people say it's not safe to get food from the road side stalls. [haha] We totally forgotten about those advice after being attracted so much to it. Seriously, to me, I'm always more attracted to the street side "dirty" food, rather than a high class, nicely served meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we head to Erawin Shrine located at the point of intersection of Ratchadamri Road and Ratchaprasong Road in Pathum Wan district of Bangkok. Heard from my mum that this was one of the most popular temple in Bangkok, and it's very "ling" one.[haha] Definitely, we won't miss our chance to pray and pay a respect to the four-faced Brahma. The weather was very hot and humid, and with the smoke from thousands of burning joss sticks, it was quite hard to breathe. However, it was all worth while. We have to show our determination and sincerity when we want to do prayers, aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sf7cG-IKOtI/AAAAAAAABRk/uv0qJoX94M8/s1600-h/bangkok7.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sf7cG-IKOtI/AAAAAAAABRk/uv0qJoX94M8/s400/bangkok7.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331941021167794898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Four-faced Idol of Brahma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sf7cGeZfLwI/AAAAAAAABRc/Juf2yV_DZkA/s1600-h/bangkok6.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sf7cGeZfLwI/AAAAAAAABRc/Juf2yV_DZkA/s400/bangkok6.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331941012650536706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some thai performers dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sf7jIJ4Ul0I/AAAAAAAABR8/9c1DJ0jqyQg/s1600-h/bangkok5.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sf7jIJ4Ul0I/AAAAAAAABR8/9c1DJ0jqyQg/s400/bangkok5.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331948738083854146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sf7cH9TXeqI/AAAAAAAABRs/V3m_jIovAdc/s1600-h/bangkok8.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sf7cH9TXeqI/AAAAAAAABRs/V3m_jIovAdc/s400/bangkok8.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331941038126234274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sf7cIuHA3kI/AAAAAAAABR0/y7N5apcyBvU/s1600-h/bangkok9.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sf7cIuHA3kI/AAAAAAAABR0/y7N5apcyBvU/s400/bangkok9.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331941051227758146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Located in the middle of the city, with all high-rising buildings surrounding it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just about a half day story of my trip at bangkok. Next, we are heading to the famous Chao Phraya river!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-8557318045686600604?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/8557318045686600604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=8557318045686600604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/8557318045686600604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/8557318045686600604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/05/road-trip-erawan-shrine-bangkok.html' title='Road Trip @ Erawan Shrine, Bangkok, Thailand'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sf7Q_PD8aOI/AAAAAAAABQ0/_svNpmbyknE/s72-c/bangkok1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-556007496222981114</id><published>2009-05-01T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:57:21.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Road Trip @ Sukhumvit, Bangkok</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfnagIscelI/AAAAAAAABQU/3qUnCqmT6ho/s1600-h/bangkok2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfnagIscelI/AAAAAAAABQU/3qUnCqmT6ho/s400/bangkok2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330531879594261074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfnagQF9oDI/AAAAAAAABQc/mQUor16vn58/s1600-h/bangkok3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfnagQF9oDI/AAAAAAAABQc/mQUor16vn58/s400/bangkok3.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330531881580339250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardly believe that I'm in Bangkok now, after some very quick preparation this morning. I just started to complete my luggage this morning, and I woke up late. Anyway, I will cut the crap, and straight away share with you what I'm seeing now in Bangkok. Or to be more exact, I'm staying in Sukhumvit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the airport, around 7.45pm local time. As we walked through the customs to chop on our passport, I noticed that the airport had some really smart architecture designs. In other words, save cost building. Their ceiling is left wide open, however the builders are able to make it look structured, and not whole bunch of messy wires going everywhere. And the air-con blowers are embedded to the pillars. Besides that, there are also a few monuments of gods, which is about 5 meters tall inside the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long walk out to the entrance of the airport, we took a cab to our hotel. The cabs were lining up long outside the airport, "hunger" to get passengers into their cab, so they can make some money. The cab here really catch my attention, but I did not manage to get the time to take some shots on the cab in queue, things were a little rush at that moment. Most of the cabs are Toyota Altis, painted in various colours, such as pink, yellow, green, .... They looked pretty sporty in a way, some even sounds like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checked in the hotel, we came out for dinner. I was starving, not too sure why I get hungry very quickly recently. It was a good thing at least, probably I'm growing again. [haha] Never expect myself to see non--spicy food. [Great! haha] Just outside the hotel, there are few hawker stalls, selling noodles, pork, western food, and fried food. While on the other corner, we have a barbeque buffet restaurant. We tried all the small stalls, except for the western food. We can get westerns everywhere, so don't want to waste the stomach for that. The pork was the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sfnag6Bn2EI/AAAAAAAABQs/fk2T3DdjaUA/s1600-h/bangkok5.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sfnag6Bn2EI/AAAAAAAABQs/fk2T3DdjaUA/s400/bangkok5.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330531892836423746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sfnag6Bn2EI/AAAAAAAABQs/fk2T3DdjaUA/s1600-h/bangkok5.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sfnag6Bn2EI/AAAAAAAABQs/fk2T3DdjaUA/s400/bangkok5.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330531892836423746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfnaglCBgcI/AAAAAAAABQk/4I-_GQbT4aY/s1600-h/bangkok4.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfnaglCBgcI/AAAAAAAABQk/4I-_GQbT4aY/s400/bangkok4.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330531887200960962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the pork that I mentioned. It's good, and cheap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a nice meal, came back to the hotel, take a shower, checked whether there is wifi. It requires a password and a username, but somehow i get to use the wifi for free. Wanted to sign in to write a post, I get this. [cool]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sfnaf0mvENI/AAAAAAAABQM/4jejh-z_Y_g/s1600-h/bangkok1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sfnaf0mvENI/AAAAAAAABQM/4jejh-z_Y_g/s400/bangkok1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330531874201604306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Written in thai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-556007496222981114?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/556007496222981114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=556007496222981114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/556007496222981114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/556007496222981114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/05/road-trip-sukhumvit-bangkok.html' title='Road Trip @ Sukhumvit, Bangkok'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfnagIscelI/AAAAAAAABQU/3qUnCqmT6ho/s72-c/bangkok2.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-8998938757203704238</id><published>2009-04-29T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:57:04.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>We're in Magazine. [Zhiqin, Lawrence, Jun, Kent, Henry]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfgBSOoKySI/AAAAAAAABP8/yQw9HfDnDeE/s1600-h/spca1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfgBSOoKySI/AAAAAAAABP8/yQw9HfDnDeE/s400/spca1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330011571668830498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfgBSnD_v9I/AAAAAAAABQE/aiTX2D1PIlU/s1600-h/spca2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfgBSnD_v9I/AAAAAAAABQE/aiTX2D1PIlU/s400/spca2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330011578227998674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, one of those moments. It was really an unforgettable experience volunteering in SPCA. Before we decided to foster some of the puppies, it did not took us long time to consider about the responsibility and changes to our lifestyle. Or I could say, it was all decided withing a short period of time. Me, myself was very very kin to foster puppies, since I did not have any chance to have pets in my home back in Malacca. So, since I'm staying out for my studies, was wanted to have a different experience by having a pet. I started to ask Lawrence, whether he wants, he looks pretty positive in it. And few days later, gave Ms Jacinta a call. And there we pick up our first batch of three puppies. We named them, Belle, Apacer and Rocky. [:-)]&lt;br /&gt;We really enjoyed ourselves with the puppies, and later on we fostered another 4 puppies. We named them, Molly, Ricky, Lily and Eddie.&lt;br /&gt;The most saddening part was actually after three months, we were all there during roadshows to get them a permanent home, to be adopted by family. Deep inside my heart, we feel very reluctant to give them away. But it would be best for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't being able to sleep well without the puppies, cause I'm sleeping in the room near the window, and I could always hear the puppies playing around when I'm going to bed. However, when they are gone. It was all very quiet and I'm not used to it. Writing on this post, reminds me of a lot back then, wondering how are they doing now.  &lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;*Cool, missing those puppies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-8998938757203704238?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/8998938757203704238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=8998938757203704238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/8998938757203704238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/8998938757203704238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/04/were-in-magazine-zhiqin-lawrence-jun.html' title='We&apos;re in Magazine. [Zhiqin, Lawrence, Jun, Kent, Henry]'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfgBSOoKySI/AAAAAAAABP8/yQw9HfDnDeE/s72-c/spca1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-3228222549479611094</id><published>2009-04-28T10:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:56:55.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Things That Girl Don't Realize</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Got this forwarded email from a few of my friends. At some point, its quite true. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Guys are more emotional than you think, if they loved you at one point, it'll take them a lot longer than you think to let you go, and it hurts every second that they try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Guys may be flirting around all day, but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they're going for the let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Guys don't care how gorgeous you are, if you're a bitch Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Giving a guy a hanging message like 'You know what?!..uh...nevermind..' would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Girls are guys' weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Guys love you more than you love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. They rarely use beautiful or gorgeous. If a guy uses that, he loves you or likes you a whole hell of a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. No matter how much guys talk about butts and boobs, personality is key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and is spazzing inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, 'Please come and listen to me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. ,b&gt;If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. When a guy tells you that you are beautiful, don't say you aren't. It makes them want to stop telling you because they don't want you to disagree with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. A guy would give his right nut to be able to read a girl's mind for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. No guy can handle all his problems on his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Not all guys are jerks. Just because ONE is a jackass doesn't mean he represents ALL of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Even if they refuse it all guys are ticklish on the ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Guys love neck rubs and if he lets you keep doing it ..it means that he really likes you or his neck really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. When a guy sacrifices his sleep and health just to be with you, he really likes you and wants to be with you as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Even if you dump a guy months ago and he loved you he probably still does and if he had one wish it would be you to come back into his life.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;*Very interesting. :-) Especially for girls, you might be able to learn something here. [haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "fa8c2beab55e3b6f1e741be77586ef7f";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-3228222549479611094?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/3228222549479611094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=3228222549479611094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3228222549479611094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3228222549479611094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-that-girl-dont-realize.html' title='Things That Girl Don&apos;t Realize'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-3610707071403190041</id><published>2009-04-26T02:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:56:33.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Uncle Wong @ Foster Home</title><content type='html'>It was another bright sunny day, woke up early in the morning, with my housemates[jun, ryan, chew and lawrence], and we are on a mission today. Community service, by taking the children from a foster home for a day out in the bird park. It's a good time spending with my old housemates, since this should be the only time I could spend more time and tighten our bonds again after the dissapearance of me for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the foster home about 9am, its named as "Rumah Shalom: A Foster Home For Caring and Sharing". Then, we went around searching for the kid that we are each assigned to. Lawrence and Jun, was given responsibility to take care of Asteria, while Ryan and Chew's was Esther. And me, was a fourteen years old kid, named Sam. Nice kid, smart and well dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfR6-osCvYI/AAAAAAAABOc/EdrWTUlhkVI/s1600-h/home1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfR6-osCvYI/AAAAAAAABOc/EdrWTUlhkVI/s400/home1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329019475578764674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfR6_BM0_AI/AAAAAAAABOk/l-j34kzmNL4/s1600-h/home2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfR6_BM0_AI/AAAAAAAABOk/l-j34kzmNL4/s400/home2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329019482158726146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfR7AHrT_XI/AAAAAAAABOs/_OUUzNPZgJ8/s1600-h/home3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfR7AHrT_XI/AAAAAAAABOs/_OUUzNPZgJ8/s400/home3.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329019501077069170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfR7A3ifc8I/AAAAAAAABO0/7Bynknb5CMY/s1600-h/home4.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfR7A3ifc8I/AAAAAAAABO0/7Bynknb5CMY/s400/home4.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329019513924973506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started quite badly for the day. Was putting too much attention in taking good photographs, rather than putting more attention to break the ice between me and Sam. During the travelling in the bus, May[friend of mine, Winston partner] told me I should try to talk to him[cause I wasn't talking to him, but Sue Ern instead, she was telling me about TOA]. Well, May was true, cause I seem pretty cruel just to throw Sam aside, sitting near the side and look out into the window. Immediately, went to sat beside him and just started to talk about random topic, regarding how was life in the house, his interest, his dreams...etc. It turned out to be a pretty constructive conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfR7BeP45II/AAAAAAAABO8/rGiMPDm5EU4/s1600-h/home5.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfR7BeP45II/AAAAAAAABO8/rGiMPDm5EU4/s400/home5.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329019524315931778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We arrived at the KL Bird Park about 11.30am. Took a large group photo before entering the park. The kids are happy, and a lot of people are watching as the walked past.  As we form ourself into smaller groups before we enter the park, I think Jun[started with calling me "Uncle Wong", if not wrong], and some of the kids started to call me uncle Wong.  Thought it might sound nothing to anyone, but at that moment, I feel really different[You know, the feeling of being more elderly? haha...speechless]. I later on urge my group of members to take Uncle Wong's Group photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfSAfktFC-I/AAAAAAAABPE/wXNXam5374A/s1600-h/home6.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfSAfktFC-I/AAAAAAAABPE/wXNXam5374A/s400/home6.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329025539003190242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From top left, Chew, Uncle Wong, Jun, Lawrence, Jason, May, JJ, Middle row: David, Ryan, Adrian, Ester, Winston, Jennifer, Bottom Row: Alexander, Sam, John2, and Titus.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we enter the park with full heart to make the children happy. The kids were initially very attracted to some of the birds, like the Great Hornbill, Eagle, Parrots[like the one from faber castell], Owl[like the ones from Harry Potter], peacocks. However, they get even more excited in the hunt of getting large feathers for collections. I was pretty amazed with some of my friends that they actually give so much attention, care and patience to the kids as I definitely never seen before during studies. It hit me straight way that these are some of the guys and girls that will take good care of their children when having their own family. [Maybe I jumped tod fast to conclusion for this one experience, but yeah I am really convinced.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfSAgdUI-HI/AAAAAAAABPM/jS4_vY56rzI/s1600-h/home7.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfSAgdUI-HI/AAAAAAAABPM/jS4_vY56rzI/s400/home7.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329025554199410802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and Sam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfSAg3lBHUI/AAAAAAAABPU/lVm5gQ0rccQ/s1600-h/home8.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfSAg3lBHUI/AAAAAAAABPU/lVm5gQ0rccQ/s400/home8.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329025561249520962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lawrence and Asteria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfSAhTVFQuI/AAAAAAAABPc/n6EGbRbTf8o/s1600-h/home9.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfSAhTVFQuI/AAAAAAAABPc/n6EGbRbTf8o/s400/home9.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329025568698876642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;David and [err...forgotten his name]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfSAi88RONI/AAAAAAAABPk/4rwlYfeNtWg/s1600-h/home10.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfSAi88RONI/AAAAAAAABPk/4rwlYfeNtWg/s400/home10.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329025597048961234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing we putting those smile on the kids faces really made me feel that we are so much more than what we are. Those smile which had been taken away since they were left in that home, and no one to depend on, but only to themselves. I'm glad we had bring them one day of cheers and joy. After a tiring day at the bird park, we had our farewell late lunch at McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfSF3V4mdZI/AAAAAAAABPs/45-dtVp9Ajc/s1600-h/home11.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfSF3V4mdZI/AAAAAAAABPs/45-dtVp9Ajc/s400/home11.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329031444899984786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another group photo in front of McDs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfSF3-q8JPI/AAAAAAAABP0/oYSZ4znfiFo/s1600-h/home12.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfSF3-q8JPI/AAAAAAAABP0/oYSZ4znfiFo/s400/home12.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329031455848539378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me with Nigel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending them back to the home, we, the childrens had a hardtime to say goodbyes. However, as said, everything will have an end. We said our final good byes to the children and leaved with an unforgettable memories and experience. As for me, I've all the photos, to remind me of this wonderful day. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-3610707071403190041?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/3610707071403190041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=3610707071403190041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3610707071403190041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3610707071403190041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/04/uncle-wong-foster-home.html' title='Uncle Wong @ Foster Home'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfR6-osCvYI/AAAAAAAABOc/EdrWTUlhkVI/s72-c/home1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-3264243748233378173</id><published>2009-04-26T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T02:36:01.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Albert's Appearance @ FOM Prom Night</title><content type='html'>A topic I do not wish to write about. Was feeling really out yesterday. [Weird~] FOM, or also known Faculty of Management, of Multimedia University had organised its annual prom night at Sunway Resort yesterday[24th April'09].&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking it would be like a usual night I attended when I was in secondary school. So, I did not really put much attention on my attire. A long slack, button shirt, and a pair of sport shoes would do for me, typical "zhiqin". Always having the same clothing for most of the time. Anyways, I did not think much about it at that time.&lt;br /&gt;After I packed and arranged some of my stuff in the new room I rented, for my stay during my study years in TOA, I went to wait at Calvin's house over in Cyberjaya as he will be going with me. However, things doesn't goes really smoothly. He seems like not really in the mood to attand such event at the moment. Yet, he had no choice since our group of friends were really hoping he would join, in which I really do think its a little pushing the limits. He went in a very "unwilling" mood, that's what I can see.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently when I arrived at the entrance of the ballroom, I deeply regretted, and infinite drop of self-esteem when I see myself as the most contrast attired person compared to the others. [~~~] Everyone is very well dressed, and [err] it looks like everyone is getting "married". And I came with a .... .... [speechless, &amp;amp; sweat]. Well, at least there's someone accompanied me, Calvin just join us with a T-shirt and shorts. [cool]&lt;br /&gt;Not having a very good first time experience, so will probably consider trice for the next prom. I'm not suitable for this kind of event. Probably considering joining in as a reporter. [haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfNRr1vnkII/AAAAAAAABN8/wlKGqirH_kE/s1600-h/nite1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfNRr1vnkII/AAAAAAAABN8/wlKGqirH_kE/s400/nite1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328692597712457858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the people on my table, elegant and high-classed aren't they. Most of their attire and newly bought, mine was from my closet, a multipurpose buttoned t-shirt.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfNRsTYnM3I/AAAAAAAABOE/c2L8hbW1w6E/s1600-h/nite2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfNRsTYnM3I/AAAAAAAABOE/c2L8hbW1w6E/s400/nite2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328692605669028722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweet couple, I just think both of them are meant together. Nice people to hang out with. Very friendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfNRs7IBTiI/AAAAAAAABOM/ZiqIaaAqW3E/s1600-h/nite3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfNRs7IBTiI/AAAAAAAABOM/ZiqIaaAqW3E/s400/nite3.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328692616336854562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Met a friend, who ais also a Malaccan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfNRtjOpspI/AAAAAAAABOU/t9w-Cf2ZQy0/s1600-h/nite4.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfNRtjOpspI/AAAAAAAABOU/t9w-Cf2ZQy0/s400/nite4.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328692627102085778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I should be very noticeable in this photo, how bright am I. [... ... swt]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-3264243748233378173?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/3264243748233378173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=3264243748233378173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3264243748233378173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3264243748233378173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/04/alberts-appearance-fom-prom-night.html' title='Albert&apos;s Appearance @ FOM Prom Night'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfNRr1vnkII/AAAAAAAABN8/wlKGqirH_kE/s72-c/nite1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-3617795494938328905</id><published>2009-04-26T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T02:36:07.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Strawberry with Whipped Cream, Topped with Vanilla Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfNAxgA5gSI/AAAAAAAABN0/ngu1LFAU-CA/s1600-h/strawberry1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfNAxgA5gSI/AAAAAAAABN0/ngu1LFAU-CA/s400/strawberry1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328674003260899618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Strawberries from Cameron Highland was nice to see, but hard to swallow. [:p] It was very sour, the only thing is to eat it along with sweet dessert like ice cream. Steven ended up blended it, and made it a drink[Strawberry Milk Shake].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-3617795494938328905?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/3617795494938328905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=3617795494938328905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3617795494938328905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/3617795494938328905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/04/strawberry-with-whipped-cream-topped.html' title='Strawberry with Whipped Cream, Topped with Vanilla Ice Cream'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SfNAxgA5gSI/AAAAAAAABN0/ngu1LFAU-CA/s72-c/strawberry1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-8508815219496071791</id><published>2009-04-22T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T02:36:17.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Commercial'/><title type='text'>Malaysian School Uniform</title><content type='html'>This question had came across my mind for quite some time, I was wondering based on what factor, that our ministry of education determine the colours of our school uniform. Not trying to complain, but it was rather a very bad choice of colours to me. Let's put primary school uniform aside, since I do not think we have any sense of fashion at that age yet. And even if there is, I do not think it wouldn't have that much of a impact to kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Se81WuIwqlI/AAAAAAAABNc/bkgXhvX5Jt4/s1600-h/school1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 331px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Se81WuIwqlI/AAAAAAAABNc/bkgXhvX5Jt4/s400/school1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327535548660755026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malaysia Government Secondary School Uniform&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On the other hand, secondary school students are different.  The current colour the uniform pant is in dark green [or also known as "shit green"]. No comments on the shirt. But definitely, shit green pants doesn't look good for anyone. If the reason was so that it wouldn't get dirty easily, why not dark blue, or black?[because it looks like a waiter?] While for the female uniform, with a apron-looked skirt, light blue in colour? If its for covering the front part, I totally understand it, but why light blue? Somehow, I think it made the girls feel more insecure.[girls, I think you know why]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the thing is, if changing the colours would make the students look good, feel good, and comfortable, then why not? At least the school would not look like a prison, but a more professional environment for the students to study in. Not to mention some of the schools wanted the students name to be sew on their shirts. That's worst, it looks like a barcode numbers for the prisoner. I would prefer a nametag instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparing ourself to the uniforms in Japanese Schools, everyone wants to have one. The guys looked smart and the girls look nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Se81W9FTU6I/AAAAAAAABNs/NJpiXyeN5Wk/s1600-h/school3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Se81W9FTU6I/AAAAAAAABNs/NJpiXyeN5Wk/s400/school3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327535552672781218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Japanese School Uniform for female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Se81W9cGM6I/AAAAAAAABNk/Q94yOPGvvXM/s1600-h/school2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Se81W9cGM6I/AAAAAAAABNk/Q94yOPGvvXM/s400/school2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327535552768390050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Japanese School Uniform for male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not suggesting we should have the same uniform as the japanese, but just as an good example for a better designed uniforms. Till now, I'm still unsure with the reasons, why the government decided on those designs. [Again, not blaming them, but hoping to be fill in after this] So, do anyone have any clue for why malaysian students are wearing such awful colours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-8508815219496071791?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/8508815219496071791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=8508815219496071791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/8508815219496071791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/8508815219496071791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/04/malaysian-school-uniform.html' title='Malaysian School Uniform'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Se81WuIwqlI/AAAAAAAABNc/bkgXhvX5Jt4/s72-c/school1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-4059710749095940464</id><published>2009-04-21T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T05:50:01.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Commercial'/><title type='text'>Charise Pempengco</title><content type='html'>Was watching Oprah on the other day, and something really caught my attention. I bet most of us here would definitely know Celine Dion, Whitney Houston, Mariah Carey, but Charise? Charise Pempengco. Here, let me bring you some of her info. [She sings with Andrea Bocelli, Celine Dion, Whitney Houston, Michael Buble, Josh Groban, ...more top singers]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SeyqYxGTBbI/AAAAAAAABNU/A03I1XRSHKc/s1600-h/charise2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SeyqYxGTBbI/AAAAAAAABNU/A03I1XRSHKc/s400/charise2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326819801745786290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charise was born in the Philippines, not having a very good childhood life. Her dad was a alcoholic, and almost took her mom away from her during one of the bad days. Luckily her neighbor came just in time to rescue them, when they heard screaming and shouting. It definitely leaved a very deep scare in her memories, cause she can't hold her tears when she was telling her stories during Oprah's show. At the age of 4[if I'm not wrong], her mom was preparing a meal at the kitchen, somehow she heard someone singing. Thought it was from the radio, but later she just realised that it was Charise singing. Since then, Charise started to participate in competitions, just to get some prize money to feed her family.&lt;br /&gt;She was then being noticed through Youtube, which then Oprah contacted David Foster to do something for this little girl. She was then invited into the show, and meet with her all time idol, Celine Dion. It was all a shocked for her, when Celine Dion invited her to sing with her during her stage performance in Madison Square Garden. She burst in tears, jumping in joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SeyqYqWX0WI/AAAAAAAABNM/3uwv3qx9z0s/s1600-h/charise.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SeyqYqWX0WI/AAAAAAAABNM/3uwv3qx9z0s/s400/charise.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326819799934161250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a real touching story behind this 16 year old child. I drop a few tears when listen to her singing. Splendid! Love "The Prayers", when she duet with Andrea Bocelli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charise Pempengco Official Website - &lt;a href="http://www.charicepempengco.com/"&gt;http://www.charicepempengco.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7CVloLBxcMQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7CVloLBxcMQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-4059710749095940464?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/4059710749095940464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=4059710749095940464' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/4059710749095940464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/4059710749095940464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/04/charise-pempengco.html' title='Charise Pempengco'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SeyqYxGTBbI/AAAAAAAABNU/A03I1XRSHKc/s72-c/charise2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-46870626407787065</id><published>2009-04-19T20:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:30:02.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Road Trip 2009 @ Cameron Highlands</title><content type='html'>First thing I would like to advice everyone, before I start writing on this post, "Do not drive to Cameron Highlands at 5am in the morning!".&lt;br /&gt;[phew] It was a whole 2 hours drive with cold sweat dripping down my cheeks, and a tensed up brain and body. I thought the drive up there should be much simpler and less stressful by using the new road, via Simpang Pulai.  However, as I drove further into the hill road. It was dark. No road lamps along the way. And it seems like I'm the only car heading up. It got worst later on, it started to rain, and the mist started to thicken up. Jean and Steven was asleep at that moment, it was really spooky and i drove through the mist. I've been considering whether I should wake them up, so that we can look at the road together, safer in a way. Furthermore, I'm really afraid of shining my headlights on the wrong thing[~~~]. Manage to wake Jean up, but Steven was dead asleep[haha]. About two hours of full concentration driving, we finally arrived at the peak of Cameron Highlands, Brinchang! I drove straight head to Tanah Rata, since there's more shops for breakfast there, I'm starving... Once I got a parking space for my car, I past my keys to Steven, ran into a mamak stall, and these is my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sesg2xEir3I/AAAAAAAABLE/9QwlXWIbdII/s1600-h/trip26.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sesg2xEir3I/AAAAAAAABLE/9QwlXWIbdII/s400/trip26.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326387109553155954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both of them still half sleeping, and Jean was too cold to say anything. Steven still looking pretty blurr. [:p] Well, after a good breakfast, we started to look for a decent place to overnight. We asked Parkland Hotel, a one room apartment cost us RM200 a night. We did not agreed on the hotel straight away, we moved on to Strawberry Park Resort which I've a very good impression on that resort. It will cost us approximately RM300 for a night, inclusive of a RM80 voucher[which we can use it for meals in the hotel later]. Then we stopped by Cameron Highlands Hotel, very high class, the hotel was well designed with antique furniture. I was shocked when I asked for the rates at the receptionist counter. They only accept USD, for the superior room(smallest) USD250++. [Freaked me out] However, still acting cool and walked out.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sesg3iCALzI/AAAAAAAABLM/XdwvOWUdHA0/s1600-h/trip27.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sesg3iCALzI/AAAAAAAABLM/XdwvOWUdHA0/s400/trip27.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326387122695843634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strawberry Park Resort Reception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last hotel we went to check on the price is The Equatorial Hotel, definitely is beyond our budget for such high class stay. In the end, after much of a hesitation, discussion, and arguement, we decided to have a night in Strawberry Park Hotel. I was told by the receptionist that I can only check in earliest at 12pm. So, we had no choice, but to drag ourselves to few tourism spots to spend some time. Steven noticed that there is a chinese temple nearby, check it out on the GPS, and [bloom] just follow the GPS. We went in the temple, pay our respect, and we spend about 30minutes outside for some photos. [Oh..] The photo of the fishes is taken in this temple, water pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sesg4HhxpNI/AAAAAAAABLU/JJ3vvOx8pbU/s1600-h/trip28.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sesg4HhxpNI/AAAAAAAABLU/JJ3vvOx8pbU/s400/trip28.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326387132761220306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sesg4gV2V1I/AAAAAAAABLc/mg_yJBzyNyU/s1600-h/trip29.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sesg4gV2V1I/AAAAAAAABLc/mg_yJBzyNyU/s400/trip29.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326387139422082898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we have no where to go afterthat, I suggested we head to the hotel, and maybe just have a rest at the lobby. Well, didn't which part of us charmed the receptionist, he[looked pretty sissy to me] allowed us to check in early. And it was just 10am. I took a nap, but I think Steven and Jean couldn't fall asleep, instead they watched tv. I just take a sleep whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we visited some strawberry farm. Wanted to pluck the strawberry ourselves, but too bad it wasn't the best season for plucking yet. Most of the strawberries are green. Walked around, took some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sesg5AOx5wI/AAAAAAAABLk/_Is7L18h9ho/s1600-h/trip30.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sesg5AOx5wI/AAAAAAAABLk/_Is7L18h9ho/s400/trip30.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326387147982366466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to the hotel, took a long nap. Woke up and we start preparing for our grand dinner. Self-prepared-in-house steamboat. It was fabulous, scrumptious, extraordinary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SeslV2RTMHI/AAAAAAAABLs/7o2AhCg3PbM/s1600-h/trip31.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SeslV2RTMHI/AAAAAAAABLs/7o2AhCg3PbM/s400/trip31.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326392041571299442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SeslWUbmdsI/AAAAAAAABL0/iw3UjVrBazc/s1600-h/trip32.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SeslWUbmdsI/AAAAAAAABL0/iw3UjVrBazc/s400/trip32.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326392049667569346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SeslWvVhP_I/AAAAAAAABL8/R8612uEMON4/s1600-h/trip33.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SeslWvVhP_I/AAAAAAAABL8/R8612uEMON4/s400/trip33.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326392056889819122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually what we done there is illegal, not allowed to cook inside the hotel. But [nah] who cares at that moment. It was all great. Hope I won't get sued here. Check out the video below, by Host Steven, and Co-host Jean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-947d245150c959e1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D947d245150c959e1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330306094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D4B421884344B00D9FA1387591053747552B1E.262D1F16AE230CCE32C4DD1AD3054F04E57C9C0A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D947d245150c959e1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuHg8YHRiZCWZ4XZ-P1tFlI_gwPQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D947d245150c959e1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330306094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D4B421884344B00D9FA1387591053747552B1E.262D1F16AE230CCE32C4DD1AD3054F04E57C9C0A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D947d245150c959e1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuHg8YHRiZCWZ4XZ-P1tFlI_gwPQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1367566247362159463-46870626407787065?l=zhiqins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=947d245150c959e1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/feeds/46870626407787065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1367566247362159463&amp;postID=46870626407787065' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/46870626407787065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1367566247362159463/posts/default/46870626407787065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/2009/04/road-trip-2009-cameron-highlands.html' title='Road Trip 2009 @ Cameron Highlands'/><author><name>Zhiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025592014420720859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SWDYVMD88vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a2FRXm5F2d0/S220/zhiqin3.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sesg2xEir3I/AAAAAAAABLE/9QwlXWIbdII/s72-c/trip26.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1367566247362159463.post-7846001417765072351</id><published>2009-04-18T14:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:30:02.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Road Trip 2009 @ Ipoh</title><content type='html'>Again, we overslept. Check out time at 10am. Straight after that we head for the "Jie Mei Char Kuay Teow". The previous trip when I was there with my family I had to wait nearly one hour before a plate of kuay teow I ordered is served. This time, can't believe it, the shop is empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sel4gnRqbuI/AAAAAAAABJo/qGIintGHoEE/s1600-h/trip17.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sel4gnRqbuI/AAAAAAAABJo/qGIintGHoEE/s400/trip17.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325920536036536034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sel4hIJ6mPI/AAAAAAAABJw/QooZv4czs4E/s1600-h/trip18.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sel4hIJ6mPI/AAAAAAAABJw/QooZv4czs4E/s400/trip18.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325920544862410994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After breakfast, went to get some souvenirs. While on the way to the Ferry terminal, I stopped by the War Muzeum to get some photos there. We did not enter into the museum, but took some photos with it's surrounding buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sel70on-ZXI/AAAAAAAABKA/_PoZ6HWMGfs/s1600-h/trip19.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sel70on-ZXI/AAAAAAAABKA/_PoZ6HWMGfs/s400/trip19.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325924178530821490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sel71FPdPII/AAAAAAAABKI/IgQRm09dfkU/s1600-h/trip20.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/Sel71FPdPII/AAAAAAAABKI/IgQRm09dfkU/s400/trip20.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325924186212613250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's our last destination in Penang, then we enjoy the ferry ride back to butterworth to head back to Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SemBm1Pfe9I/AAAAAAAABKQ/Igu98uEfsvo/s1600-h/trip21.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SemBm1Pfe9I/AAAAAAAABKQ/Igu98uEfsvo/s400/trip21.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325930538469391314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f8f4d0412c2839d6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df8f4d0412c2839d6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330306094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B0030C7771957E1EAFF5698CAB59E0E98AD5854.7F323FB9FA0AFA2ED73F41285A0A88CC41917DFF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df8f4d0412c2839d6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dzbfqi7DDbE1CyXIzPZ8rlRriKXg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df8f4d0412c2839d6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330306094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B0030C7771957E1EAFF5698CAB59E0E98AD5854.7F323FB9FA0AFA2ED73F41285A0A88CC41917DFF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df8f4d0412c2839d6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dzbfqi7DDbE1CyXIzPZ8rlRriKXg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The first destination in Ipoh is the original Old Town White Coffee! Even though this shop has franchise all over the country, they still preserve the old and traditional style of serving their coffee and most importantly, its price. Only RM1.20 for hot, RM1.50 for cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SemBng7egVI/AAAAAAAABKY/htCdN9IF6Pg/s1600-h/trip22.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SemBng7egVI/AAAAAAAABKY/htCdN9IF6Pg/s400/trip22.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325930550196601170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are supposed to take a stroll at the Japanese Garden at Penang, however, it started to rain when we are there. So, we stopped by at Ipoh Parade and have a walk inside. [Swt] It's really sweat, not too sure why, I think the management is trying to save some energy, cause it was really warm inside the mall. We spend some time at the Bowling Centre. When we are bowling, the both side lanes was occupied by Perak State Players, their score easily reached above 200. And we are like ... 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The one that I usually went is closed on that day, so we have no choice but to give the opposite shop a try. They are also selling the beansprout chicken, and their doing good business on that day since the opposite shop is close. We waited for quite some time. But when we are waiting, there is a couple, both age at around above late 30's asked whether they can share seats with us, cause it was full house. It was fine for us. Anyway, one of the is from Germany, another is from Subang, Kuala Lumpur. Both of them were here for a company meeting, so wanted to catch a meal in Ipoh before heading back. We had a good talk and they were being very very nice and friendly. When we wanted to pay for our meal, they insisted to pay for us as well. We were so "paiseh" and again ... [speechless]. [Thanks to Ms. Vivian, if she read blogs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SemBrNa74WI/AAAAAAAABKw/j64mH4HpPzU/s1600-h/trip25.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SemBrNa74WI/AAAAAAAABKw/j64mH4HpPzU/s400/trip25.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325930613679317346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SemBouK_woI/AAAAAAAABKo/JvrMur6vNWo/s1600-h/trip24.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zG6snQhB1qo/SemBouK_woI/AAAAAAAABKo/JvrMur6vNWo/s400/trip24.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325930570931225218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later that night, we spend our night at McDonalds before we embarked on our journey to Cameron Highlands on the next morning. 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