tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81212653704894061422024-03-19T11:49:53.022+08:00Just me and my guitar.Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967042268345850240noreply@blogger.comBlogger244125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121265370489406142.post-8112838190516906952011-07-26T21:27:00.002+08:002011-07-26T21:40:52.127+08:00.As I begin to write this, tears slowly drip down my cheeks. Sometimes I stop and start to wonder, am I really the cause of all this?<br /><br />Maybe it would be better if I wasn't here. Maybe it'd be better for everyone else had I not been in the picture. I don't know. I believe that everyone was put here by God for a reason. Yet what is mine?<br /><br />Why is it always my fault? Even when things always seem the opposite? Is it because I'm less fragile? Is it because it's easy to just put the blame on me to mask the actual reality that maybe he couldn't help me?<br /><br />Have you ever stopped to ponder for a second that maybe I have feelings too, maybe I am human and that I make mistakes too. Maybe you think I want just want to bring everyone down. Maybe you think that we can't get along. But maybe I do have a heart. Maybe I do actually give a shit about how things are.<br /><br />You think I don't care. Don't you know it hurts me every time you assume I don't. It hurts so much knowing that the people you care so much, always end up getting hurt because of you.<br />Maybe I don't want to be the reason anymore.<br /><br />I wouldn't know how much longer can I endure this. I admit, sometimes it is my fault. But why doesn't the other party go through what I do. I don't understand. Behind this smile, lies broken pieces of hope.<br /><br />Maybe it'd be easier, if I just said I was sorry. I can't do it this time.Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967042268345850240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121265370489406142.post-69154571180386373002011-06-24T00:11:00.004+08:002011-06-24T00:41:19.380+08:00Streetlights and Rain<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BwSRNj3lYR0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="400"></iframe><br /><br />Aoi Teshima - La Vie En Rose<br /><br />A cold winter night, walking along the stone paved roads under the gentle glow from the street lamps overlooking the path. Rain slowly drizzling down from the sky as you catch a glimpse of it as you look up into the dark night.<br /><br />A candlelit dinner behind the glass window of a restaurant, the silence of the night. The only sound you catch is the drops of rain hitting the brick rooftops of the shops that align the side of the road. You reach the river and the reflection of distance silhouettes appear on the surface of the calm waters.<br /><br /><3Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967042268345850240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121265370489406142.post-77733500998697305252011-05-15T22:18:00.011+08:002011-05-15T23:59:37.177+08:00It's the little things that counts!Wow, it's almost June already. Where did all our time go? Before you know it, we'll be graduating! Scary isn't it? You know, the whole notion of growing up?<div><br /></div><div>Anyway,</div><div><br /></div><div>HELLO ALL MY BEAUTIFUL READERS! (If you guys still read it that is!) </div><div><br /></div><div>I guess I haven't been blogging because I'm </div><div><br /></div><div>a) really lazy </div><div>b) I like to make every blog post special! </div><div>c) Twitter. Nuff' said.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, my last blogpost was obviously a very depressed one. So let's recap what happened since then?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I remember it was my first week of college. Not exactly the most pleasant experience since I just had my PD trip with the most amazing bunch of people in the world. It was kinda heartbreaking to be starting college while mostly everyone else was still free. Didn't help that my college is 36km away from home. Pretty sad birthday too. No familiar faces at all in college.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Then Friday, after a pretty shitty day in college I texted Arjun telling him I was depressed as hell. He said he was googling places to go for dinner with the Joes. Perculiar, I thought, since who really googles places to eat? Then he said he'd buy me a round of beer at a place called Tavern and pick me up at 7pm 8pm ish. </div><div><br /></div><div>I felt something wasn't right since no one <i>ever </i>picks me up! So I got ready around that time. It didn't seem right though since it was so quiet and Fabi's car was parked outside my area. I was too depressed to think of anything. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then the boys picked me and brought me to Lookout Point. I was like "This isn't Tavern?"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Then,</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx9iwej9ZHLdlcD9cCeqEJEAdtTQAOi6qrA2juD7i79pixFUYnHdqi-hNWizSr1rUuHoSJyg5AOfLEsYi9Llype_X4IzXwnk2Vce_RANDYATmwz2FjnlxgDYpEUnFiAFklHvvhRHQblNXY/s400/IMG_3884.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606957060775248258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " border="0" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">So basically this was my reaction. Thanks Eric and Rais.<br /><br /><br /></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXjCtn7U5B2D-gscnWWu4HeNcdZFeyZQztEMZHcJCuuUC0o-cbceAApnua_DMGhw0ddGlECZaxqtrIBjJctI4MX6tUl_FDZ5GO89iYTr6h7y1WGAIZy-s2C9FFWqK1-NNX39XlH9MffUrb/s400/IMG_4117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606961333847840514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " border="0" /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhorowF0DlX9NJInxDPpQpwPSVB1TC9Y88I1Nt29z_caZGERrOnFxWC3MZ1GKA_N_Ntwh_zTZBac5o2r2hxN1eg1avWw-EgJCQF5o5kSCu_9_HjsilNON81rUH2ChHAFBX8J3HHnwjMPWcU/s400/IMG_3812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606957064016660050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " border="0" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div>I think I almost teared when I saw everyone there. Like, almost everyone I knew and was close to was there. My mum, my brothers, my neighbours and all. Even my church buddies! I felt like the luckiest person ever at that point. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp1E6Mngn8FfLvj53dai-TMt_70mR-Z4zhMWhHGIaYc_0vm4ZrAw22uUKLuQ7Yvnbfm0uScqq1QOJzr-XyBiiLgRa5DEV_ToOvHLMr5df1Xt-7S6NgMrrYg8ynyKnlyasps7vTxsIau0aI/s400/IMG_3824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606959467655437506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " border="0" /></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><div><br />I still remember saying to Arjun "Where's my beer?" and he just laughed it off. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfarz6cVhf9UgKVjorjuZyuyLAs_J9DiWOBvT0t-pg3dRhFInxoLPIj7iJwpUwiGiunxePOakDg_gPjXlNzDwTnLgNgt45NiL2w_26sBYilfECzlQlV_hOB1Qs8UIGBHjPIzJ3mMXZKNAG/s400/IMG_3985.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606960690185683234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " border="0" /></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><div>It was such a great night. I didn't eat that much, still overwhelmed by the immense amount of shock from it all. Did I mention this is the 3rd time in the row yet I was still oblivious to it? I guess that night was a night that I reassured me that I have the most amazing and special group of friends on the face of this planet.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, who could honestly say that they're friends did this, let alone 3 times? I'm so thankful to God that I got to grow up with them. Without them, I couldn't be who I am today. </div><div><br /></div><div>After most of them went home, it was just Eric, Arjun and me left. We kinda just sat there, close to midnight, just reminiscing and reflecting on how life was, and will be. Kinda made me emo of the fact that everyone is growing up. Taking different paths in life. </div><div><br /></div><div>Will we still be this close 10 years from now? Without a single doubt in my heart. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUemlJNuDMejDMPLCWv-NV8p-vbrRiC1m1D214EDoQO5_RyF_T_UOJuYwpbHGL1KLuNbKM5w-avLcnPpZEt-FIiPZzamMKSyuBj_C4iwMr5SO-pT-_CnZ8NRrBC0DCJOuhGJhVQbyxQrAL/s400/IMG_3939.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606959469244529362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " border="0" /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div>A quote that I wholeheartedly agree with!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><blockquote><div>"Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional."</div><blockquote><div><br /></div><div> Bob Monkhouse</div></blockquote></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />Love you guys to bits!<br /><br />-J<br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3zbMI9JCkTChaMUesWNl2hPsUt78Bf25nNDV2HPGAzUkJVrVTqAsUEeEzfoJtsgwPfIrJWVmRwkc3eerV6mE5gFL8JFTrKDR5IV34fI9sgXJ2enq1GDK7RVz1QW1sC5HYp7XeMa7jzNBC/s1600/IMG_4006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3zbMI9JCkTChaMUesWNl2hPsUt78Bf25nNDV2HPGAzUkJVrVTqAsUEeEzfoJtsgwPfIrJWVmRwkc3eerV6mE5gFL8JFTrKDR5IV34fI9sgXJ2enq1GDK7RVz1QW1sC5HYp7XeMa7jzNBC/s400/IMG_4006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606972304118708658" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></div></div></div>Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967042268345850240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121265370489406142.post-49211686996402677542011-03-23T23:11:00.000+08:002011-03-23T23:11:51.864+08:00It ain't all that bad.When Eric said that our theme song for SPM results day was The Scientist - Coldplay I jokingly agreed.<br /><br />Well, he was right.<br /><br /><br />I seriously lost my mood to do everything. I was supposed to read up on my lecture notes today and my assignments for Thursday but I can't even focus to do anything. I'm just so devastated with my shit results. I should have put in more effort.<br /><br />It's not so much of my future that is making me depressed, it's that the people who supported you and was rooting for you all the way that I'm so sad about. The look of disappointment from their faces is just unbearable. I'm so sorry, to my parents, family and my teachers. Especially Mr. Balvir who put in God knows how much effort for us last year.<br /><br /><br />I mean, I know I wasn't gonna get good results but I didn't expect it to be THIS bad. Like, no one did actually. Thankfully I wasn't the only one. But then again, there's always light at the end of the tunnel.<br /><br /><blockquote><br />"Your grandchildren wouldn't ask about your SPM results, they'll most probably ask about the friends you made and the crazy stuff you did. They wouldn't ask about what you did in the library"<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br />- Jon Chua<br /></div></blockquote>I guess it's pretty true what Jon said and for that I have no regrets. A piece of paper doesn't dictate our future, at least not SPM. I was just thinking, if how all of this played out different. How if I didn't meet these bunch of wonderful people in my life and how that would have altered my journey in life.<br /><br />We might not have the best of results like some of you out there but at least we have each other. We might have played a lot and slacked off here and there but damn was those last two years good.<br /><br />How many people can say that they have what we have?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg62dJfGJKrpXF0j8eAc7jykRT_H-bNZNCqQdM4G-yu2pNcPHhtYT3dvcHGXiqanCAYo6Rt9xnlOkwXA-z-QuPnsHcb8ebRTwkuEkTdeBbkRRK5vyox4mZo2V4STOHu8AluWE4UYlwZ-BO-/s1600/IMG_3213.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg62dJfGJKrpXF0j8eAc7jykRT_H-bNZNCqQdM4G-yu2pNcPHhtYT3dvcHGXiqanCAYo6Rt9xnlOkwXA-z-QuPnsHcb8ebRTwkuEkTdeBbkRRK5vyox4mZo2V4STOHu8AluWE4UYlwZ-BO-/s400/IMG_3213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587293050278996690" border="0" /></a>Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967042268345850240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121265370489406142.post-25968642918905322222011-02-25T00:38:00.007+08:002011-02-25T16:20:15.754+08:00Prom!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvqxi5mK0ehVjE5_cMKdMeeu0uyK1TzEVvxQ_QfcBp-T8EfJCu_MY4t7fokJvTzC_M7VRAGSxbWjxzD8tvSIIk6GR_HZ6EdoBndj2CMv7R7kosxzFqRJJZNZDP_U3P84vhrhVYAlfKkjT_/s1600/IMG_20101220_151559.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvqxi5mK0ehVjE5_cMKdMeeu0uyK1TzEVvxQ_QfcBp-T8EfJCu_MY4t7fokJvTzC_M7VRAGSxbWjxzD8tvSIIk6GR_HZ6EdoBndj2CMv7R7kosxzFqRJJZNZDP_U3P84vhrhVYAlfKkjT_/s400/IMG_20101220_151559.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577532083601338450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">You Do, You Don't - The Friday Night Boys plays in the background.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div></div><br />It's been awhile hasn't it? Oh btw, it's a great song to listen to actually. So, where do I start?<br /><br />I think the last time I blogged was, quite frankly, ages ago and I guess I should start with prom eh?<br /><br /><br />Let's see, prom.<br /><br />I remembered the guys and I were really stressing about our performance for prom so immediately after our last paper (okay not immediately, after our post-SPM dinner cum shisha outing) we started our practice.<br /><br />It was a grueling process of trial and error to decide which songs to perform plus looking for tabs and chords online. I didn't help that we rarely had everyone together at the same time. But we pulled through as always! We had Fabi to thank too, somehow with her around we tend to work more efficiently. She's like the lube of the engine!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1_0vHD2jbpa_F0O4RvZ18Y5wy7EHqSVydulzeTeEBIx6pfuixV03gAbSihVlTkwfWfIaGvQH9Rlf7ftZSR3eCfu2GLL69-Zeu7gDnxrhquYZ2JC2cc1C_Nmx4LD9s8F3qDSb7tyzq13xh/s1600/IMG_20101220_121341.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1_0vHD2jbpa_F0O4RvZ18Y5wy7EHqSVydulzeTeEBIx6pfuixV03gAbSihVlTkwfWfIaGvQH9Rlf7ftZSR3eCfu2GLL69-Zeu7gDnxrhquYZ2JC2cc1C_Nmx4LD9s8F3qDSb7tyzq13xh/s400/IMG_20101220_121341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577532074914278130" border="0" /></a><br /><br />That didn't come out right.<br /><br /><br /><br />Prom , 20th December 2010.<br /><br />After pulling an all nighter, (we did this for the past 4 days, much to the dismay of the neighbours!) we packed our stuff into 2 cars and headed to Prince Hotel. I seriously think we should hire roadies the next time we have a gig. We had to carry the drums and everything up and set everything up!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaHksMlLpo6iyZX7vA94mAtCSDmpTEqIQnLps4emva_NaowPs6y3Cr3lhgiKJv1PQ26JVjSl_qSzeO9Yz88ddD91cq8xwpdekWbVgLtl_caxFa4KWevhyvb5a9qCkU8SLawZGp00IqphnO/s1600/IMG_20101220_114009.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaHksMlLpo6iyZX7vA94mAtCSDmpTEqIQnLps4emva_NaowPs6y3Cr3lhgiKJv1PQ26JVjSl_qSzeO9Yz88ddD91cq8xwpdekWbVgLtl_caxFa4KWevhyvb5a9qCkU8SLawZGp00IqphnO/s400/IMG_20101220_114009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577531555130402530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN2EeY9eqd6zZ8cp0ZA9f24t5oq1Mh3_s9AJTAvElgE3PEd1dMiGAEC_vbcDvnzEOWlAcOOnwyNzy-huL0e_apJ1E7TAAndgIR0AUi7XTnX2fDExqqp-inojLgKkXe1ffzORN7esEB96TK/s1600/IMG_20101220_113957.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN2EeY9eqd6zZ8cp0ZA9f24t5oq1Mh3_s9AJTAvElgE3PEd1dMiGAEC_vbcDvnzEOWlAcOOnwyNzy-huL0e_apJ1E7TAAndgIR0AUi7XTnX2fDExqqp-inojLgKkXe1ffzORN7esEB96TK/s400/IMG_20101220_113957.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577531547387945154" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After waiting for so long we finally did our rehearsal and it seemed okay! I was shitting bricks though for the night!<br /><br />We left our equipment there and went home to get ready. I, being chingko, wanted to save my money on the parking ticket since it was an all day pass, and took the damn LRT back. I realized now that I wasted more money on the taxi ride home. FML<br /><br /><br />I got home and it was around 5.30 so I rushed to get ready. Since I had no car I had to call Eric to pick me up, little did I know did Arjun, Jon and Julian were coming along too so we all squeeze in E's car. What a rock band! Arjun looked so Mafia man. Kinda like Vito Corleone.<br /><br />We reached there kinda late with a few people already there and proceeded to Ticket to The Moon's suite. It was amazing in there! Anyway, we got our instruments and headed down to the performer's room where we met Caprice and his crew and Radhi from OAG.<br /><br /><br />To my surprise Radhi was actually super nice and humble, he even offered us to let us use his acoustic amp! He even showed us how it sounded! Awesome! Caprice and his crew was rehearsing their entry which was pretty awesome since one of them had a Spartan helmet, or in other words a Halo Master Chief helmet, on which was. Wow.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-QbzFiOCFWj5bbeEI6zeH-U0AMMzzWFULvrRlvHcrlXUyA8WmVe57NqO019rnPnFQOH-g6x-9eezI_MswY8AlPwuCT6ZSNFWhkbYMZj2b12WQXKGkB4tv2vXUnS-uXElT6AZjiqF6A-x4/s1600/164017_498522957148_643197148_6118719_3204401_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-QbzFiOCFWj5bbeEI6zeH-U0AMMzzWFULvrRlvHcrlXUyA8WmVe57NqO019rnPnFQOH-g6x-9eezI_MswY8AlPwuCT6ZSNFWhkbYMZj2b12WQXKGkB4tv2vXUnS-uXElT6AZjiqF6A-x4/s400/164017_498522957148_643197148_6118719_3204401_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577529351070858610" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Mingling with people that dressed so good was awesome since SPM was over and everyone was in the mood. I remember how sharp the guys looked and how the girls looked beautiful! It's true what they say, a guy will always look good in a tux. Always.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaj7zBnhTVlseosZfr2SaG0VAcLTj2sOzMKhW6wDtKEvCuOzrud-9LsuWqgMDB4PRZNmkeNXMAH-S5CyuLXdFekLgASF8s4owjg0Chz_vdfZGWIxiAvgbZ9Y0LBjD5aQ3XAyiv2b-pl01Z/s1600/156928_498504197148_643197148_6118171_6392649_n.jpg"><br /></a><br />At this point in time my balls were shrinking, then BAM! the Form 4 band went up. Kinda sucks to be remembered as the "form 4 band" since even I don't remember what they were called. Also, was pretty unfortunate that nobody went to the dance floor to cheer them on when they performed, maybe its that ego thing? Anyway, all of us went to get our equipment ready for the performance.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaj7zBnhTVlseosZfr2SaG0VAcLTj2sOzMKhW6wDtKEvCuOzrud-9LsuWqgMDB4PRZNmkeNXMAH-S5CyuLXdFekLgASF8s4owjg0Chz_vdfZGWIxiAvgbZ9Y0LBjD5aQ3XAyiv2b-pl01Z/s1600/156928_498504197148_643197148_6118171_6392649_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaj7zBnhTVlseosZfr2SaG0VAcLTj2sOzMKhW6wDtKEvCuOzrud-9LsuWqgMDB4PRZNmkeNXMAH-S5CyuLXdFekLgASF8s4owjg0Chz_vdfZGWIxiAvgbZ9Y0LBjD5aQ3XAyiv2b-pl01Z/s400/156928_498504197148_643197148_6118171_6392649_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577529359268120610" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It was now, Do or Die, this is how we were gonna be remembered, either the greatest performance to date, or another flop. Whatever it was, it was gonna end with a bang.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />..and what a loud bang that was.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6BFKT2NL5HD-byT1RyCNXhDEEItOrgtbkR95_iIHrjsmh0HuFpMqf2t0Pp8YsNIXYQTVAHEFMzvuTHFlVt9fKPClbpXYXKO4S32A6ozioALlOJpiVlYU7AExxmEBZ11m9aSSoXF60vHg8/s1600/34802_498549072148_643197148_6119435_6468944_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6BFKT2NL5HD-byT1RyCNXhDEEItOrgtbkR95_iIHrjsmh0HuFpMqf2t0Pp8YsNIXYQTVAHEFMzvuTHFlVt9fKPClbpXYXKO4S32A6ozioALlOJpiVlYU7AExxmEBZ11m9aSSoXF60vHg8/s400/34802_498549072148_643197148_6119435_6468944_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577528618891226226" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We had 3 songs lined up that was Sex on Fire, Just Dance (Rock version yeah!) and We'll Be a Dream. Sex on Fire took a little time to warm up, no pun intended, but thanks to help from our boys TtTM we we're getting people on the floor! F yeah moment man! Then we did Just Dance and this time I think the adrenaline was really pumping.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGZBd0NIFIjwOp8JfNzrPoF2EXAdjQbWGzXvLZIQHozrOxdWNWXO4tSwsgDL3IiDWs7x4AmyRcNUFhMDHBeSAe4QbR97FvdJKNuXkB4ObMFssueOJZJage4lzbOctQ7xNBYR7WOildMIVe/s1600/63218_498508072148_643197148_6118231_1645345_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGZBd0NIFIjwOp8JfNzrPoF2EXAdjQbWGzXvLZIQHozrOxdWNWXO4tSwsgDL3IiDWs7x4AmyRcNUFhMDHBeSAe4QbR97FvdJKNuXkB4ObMFssueOJZJage4lzbOctQ7xNBYR7WOildMIVe/s400/63218_498508072148_643197148_6118231_1645345_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577528622360296226" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4AyxHZQ1qMibxXg3odGKjgoJKWCYsXUsjk42PzA4w3IvwXwbHWXNo7wzBlVNPfVMrvgi10vamLIpgb6lgSU83uKbWI5AUg2Jm9bZsDQl9Hzga8gtz3NW68o1MYZJTP2lopXTZqxl2t3pr/s1600/164806_498507552148_643197148_6118218_1385323_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4AyxHZQ1qMibxXg3odGKjgoJKWCYsXUsjk42PzA4w3IvwXwbHWXNo7wzBlVNPfVMrvgi10vamLIpgb6lgSU83uKbWI5AUg2Jm9bZsDQl9Hzga8gtz3NW68o1MYZJTP2lopXTZqxl2t3pr/s400/164806_498507552148_643197148_6118218_1385323_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577529349006409698" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I could've sworn that Julian would have crowd surfed if he could! It was just a damn awesome moment!<br /><br /><br />Anyway, not everything was perfect, our last song took us like, half and hour to set up! Just to find some damn stools and a missing acoustic. Fortunately, we nailed it. Paul and Fabi did an amazing performance that made them couples slow dance. Gotta admit, these are the moments you wish you had brought someone to prom. I had someone in mind okay! but she was busy!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ5FYNrprreIhGOVHIl9uLDq6Z5B6suY59CLFN-bpA-1cdPOtysDxCPKQqdeVgCPDWeOiYyk0gd81IRscJ2_azZMR5tZ08n4Xc6fm8qA45POagR58Ig9wtju-S8Jq2aQjpJcoPPiuSofWf/s1600/165719_498509252148_643197148_6118264_3174420_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ5FYNrprreIhGOVHIl9uLDq6Z5B6suY59CLFN-bpA-1cdPOtysDxCPKQqdeVgCPDWeOiYyk0gd81IRscJ2_azZMR5tZ08n4Xc6fm8qA45POagR58Ig9wtju-S8Jq2aQjpJcoPPiuSofWf/s400/165719_498509252148_643197148_6118264_3174420_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577531539662177890" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After that I think, personally, that the song would forever remind me of prom night and bring back these memories. Bittersweet I guess.<br /><br /><br />So then when our boys went to perform we returned the favor by pulling the crowd in for them! I must say, they probably had a more livelier crowd than we did! Maybe cause we warmed them up? :P Oh well, it was awesome too!<br />Even better when they collaborated with Radhi!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz4dFcyujce_4v_qrhyNZFnClM1XfZUJuxYjTp-bXqdvRbfXJrkQaD7uX6CJ65JT5dgKaFag3AUO8sn5lOaLzEw_AISD36wnGgCDc-GbYVouYyEW9vPRIOJJz-i81y2tKnNcxzFNUqDhPB/s1600/156799_498552487148_643197148_6119515_4985163_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz4dFcyujce_4v_qrhyNZFnClM1XfZUJuxYjTp-bXqdvRbfXJrkQaD7uX6CJ65JT5dgKaFag3AUO8sn5lOaLzEw_AISD36wnGgCDc-GbYVouYyEW9vPRIOJJz-i81y2tKnNcxzFNUqDhPB/s400/156799_498552487148_643197148_6119515_4985163_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577528862580893138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaHMPo-heBn0qnP9TH5pH8NpsEOOyVfF_YCnAtNmgu6HL-xcUf7G_IkRZdiOp2gXGCSjOyRx6KYBleL-dY3-amq0RzJupM2d7dLJbNKakwdjUKon7V4ifK9uMYvI3EEN0pcvZTpjhMPeY6/s1600/165394_498552177148_643197148_6119504_8137084_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaHMPo-heBn0qnP9TH5pH8NpsEOOyVfF_YCnAtNmgu6HL-xcUf7G_IkRZdiOp2gXGCSjOyRx6KYBleL-dY3-amq0RzJupM2d7dLJbNKakwdjUKon7V4ifK9uMYvI3EEN0pcvZTpjhMPeY6/s400/165394_498552177148_643197148_6119504_8137084_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577531538687573362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvW-gQAI_9uRYGZTiFsqTOVKYBxZ-N6qGKbKKGzo5CvsBFvRZlCimgemXCYLtZDBJ8M5MUKSf9QpvmmpQqgDJDd56RggdBIRgIBFJ_PfUXJCXm8aN7nxigK2fmbiog5LLqnnK7lRE2Jf07/s1600/68197_498553892148_643197148_6119569_2387655_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvW-gQAI_9uRYGZTiFsqTOVKYBxZ-N6qGKbKKGzo5CvsBFvRZlCimgemXCYLtZDBJ8M5MUKSf9QpvmmpQqgDJDd56RggdBIRgIBFJ_PfUXJCXm8aN7nxigK2fmbiog5LLqnnK7lRE2Jf07/s400/68197_498553892148_643197148_6119569_2387655_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577528836925617906" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRQPIOI8fNFxVeEe6NRsFOQDyw9pon5B2RYCHFZqhU0A2wRmE5uHDmnhsyO5m4TibH0kIacnEjyAytnEBJgTuikvE9hiPkBLssBWw7fYuBr_k22rX1SwoFdOKGV6xW6M-jAm7dVab0b-zK/s1600/164814_498555862148_643197148_6119640_8024038_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRQPIOI8fNFxVeEe6NRsFOQDyw9pon5B2RYCHFZqhU0A2wRmE5uHDmnhsyO5m4TibH0kIacnEjyAytnEBJgTuikvE9hiPkBLssBWw7fYuBr_k22rX1SwoFdOKGV6xW6M-jAm7dVab0b-zK/s400/164814_498555862148_643197148_6119640_8024038_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577529344032040530" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I wouldn't know how to properly describe Caprice's performance since it was just flipping wicked. I was, a skeptic, but I guess I was wrong! His performance was pretty awesome and he even did a video of well, us!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKo97DdwpKUn3_aHQ5qHkMEC-hSMT3xmlWF4XQln_SgYLzFun5WWt-SmqzPzaAeUt_vVzwCp9eJdLQaYBkfPAr1zlZGiEWxYE47HxycI9p7JfXEQXDrSs6RBeP-DDwHEYOqysca4z8d2AW/s1600/156717_498562722148_643197148_6119928_895687_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKo97DdwpKUn3_aHQ5qHkMEC-hSMT3xmlWF4XQln_SgYLzFun5WWt-SmqzPzaAeUt_vVzwCp9eJdLQaYBkfPAr1zlZGiEWxYE47HxycI9p7JfXEQXDrSs6RBeP-DDwHEYOqysca4z8d2AW/s400/156717_498562722148_643197148_6119928_895687_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577528850683838802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiNKMeJY6f2EajxeQWU4QP945h-nXIPfGu1ZVTnTjOv1QNVqOVkVnrRoqeoiTkmKXTsJDfUZj0VMYjaaNEe-9Tn2ke1Wo4kS4OKPI7pl4yFleJlAUPlI4wmQq3JFFK5wqmmiQrMnX2JYx-/s1600/47587_498562487148_643197148_6119916_591554_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiNKMeJY6f2EajxeQWU4QP945h-nXIPfGu1ZVTnTjOv1QNVqOVkVnrRoqeoiTkmKXTsJDfUZj0VMYjaaNEe-9Tn2ke1Wo4kS4OKPI7pl4yFleJlAUPlI4wmQq3JFFK5wqmmiQrMnX2JYx-/s400/47587_498562487148_643197148_6119916_591554_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577528622537556450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CbWBfHk0mgg" width="440" frameborder="0" height="278"></iframe><br /><br />Try to spot me!<br /><br /><br />As the festivities continued, time was moving faster than anyone imagined, I remember not even eating that much since like, most of my time was spent um, NOT eating. I WANTED MY FRIED RICE DAMN IT<br /><br /><br />At around 11.45pm or something they were gonna announce the winners of the various awards of the night like Best Personality, Best Brains, and of course, Prom King and Queen. Oh and I was in the running for that title too!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/165560_487495538769_529988769_5754309_2418882_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 324px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/165560_487495538769_529988769_5754309_2418882_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Contrary to popular belief, I did NOT vote for anyone that night other than Denise for which I thought she looked stunning. The picture above illustrates what I did NOT do. I think that was Aiman's vote. Thanks man ♥<br /><br /><br />Anyway, I figured that I had no way of actually winning this since the majority of the votes would go to probably Faidhi or something. So yeah, took of my suit and just chilled there while they announced the results.<br /><br /><br />I almost fell of my chair when they announced the winner. I swear that I didn't even half expect that <span style="font-style: italic;">he </span>of all people would be the winner.<br /><br /><br />Then, applause.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Dude, you fucking won!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Choy, I'm so proud of you!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Holy shit dude you won!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Get up there la quickly!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I just won Prom King. Me. <span style="font-style: italic;">What the fuck?<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span><br />This would probably be one of the greatest moments and achievement of my high school life if I hadn't so busy trying to get my suit back on and fumbling about. To say I was surprised would be the understatement of the century. I was literally shaking!<br /><br />There are so many shots of me doing that <span style="font-style: italic;">I-just-shat-myself</span> face on Facebook which I should upload here. It was epic! but I was nervous as hell when I was up there.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZl4TMMfP2DeLKkLCjrVFg1ItJJX0u3UWL140FgT6p79CNuNGttp5W607vwzMlOSDt_j0ON-gWxEuA4qlESTAKU_RNuuxamMNhe277qCIWg5ncdKuGwGPOd9fTeFOBNsLrxuKdHkuZ5jL/s1600/68163_498567507148_643197148_6120035_6557063_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZl4TMMfP2DeLKkLCjrVFg1ItJJX0u3UWL140FgT6p79CNuNGttp5W607vwzMlOSDt_j0ON-gWxEuA4qlESTAKU_RNuuxamMNhe277qCIWg5ncdKuGwGPOd9fTeFOBNsLrxuKdHkuZ5jL/s400/68163_498567507148_643197148_6120035_6557063_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577528633083598562" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I mean, traditionally speaking, I don't think Chinese people normally won prom king. I feel like Obama! I don't know how to describe my feelings in words but if I could, it felt like the greatest achievement ever. It was nice to know hey, people like me. :)<br /><br /><br />Okay, I'm done being full of myself. Sorry, it was just so amazing that night.<br /><br /><br />That's what she said.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIySiD3l-8SnjsQUODfxy3vvgqwk2UA1HlnXn9T-Jqass35PKyAsfh0CUFUk-CV9wUS9KnKmhPqou-l2CDW7N3wigxgEwYVjJjc-MD24Ru1WHjl11NxjjFLdSP5lBYG3Uhv-uj7OymhBC7/s1600/63533_498567997148_643197148_6120049_3541505_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIySiD3l-8SnjsQUODfxy3vvgqwk2UA1HlnXn9T-Jqass35PKyAsfh0CUFUk-CV9wUS9KnKmhPqou-l2CDW7N3wigxgEwYVjJjc-MD24Ru1WHjl11NxjjFLdSP5lBYG3Uhv-uj7OymhBC7/s400/63533_498567997148_643197148_6120049_3541505_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577528628367677234" border="0" /></a><br /><br />ANYWAY, after all that I think our host Marcus came up to me and said "Hey, ever since I saw you with your bass I knew you would have won." That was kinda, um, flattering I guess! and and these twins came up to me and told me they voted for me. <3<br /><br />After packing up the instruments and drums on our trolley we had a few moments to linger around and mingle. We took a bunch of group photos, some polaroids (which I proudly stick in my room.) and some pictures with everyone that night. Did I mention how good everyone looked?<br /><br /><br />Then it struck me.<br /><br /><br /><br />A sudden realization that damn, this is gonna be one of the last nights that I see the class of 2010 together. It was a bittersweet moment. On one hand, it was one of the most spectacular nights of the year spent with some of the awesomest company you could ever have dreamed of and on the other, it's like a transition where we're all gonna be out to do our things and pave a way for our future. No more messing around, life starts now.<br /><br /><br />*ahem<br /><br /><br />After that some of us like the Ticket to The Moon guys headed back to the room. For me, I was too exhausted to continue going anywhere after that. I sent a few people home and got home around 3am. Didn't help that I had a Melaka trip with the church buddies the next day at 7am!<br /><br />Even though I was exhausted as hell, I couldn't resist opening my present from prom! New cologne yay! I dozed off shortly after.<br /><br /><br />I sincerely think that Melawati's Prom of 2010 was absolutely brilliant. Sure it had it's ups and downs but I think that it all paid off in the end. I think its a night everyone would look back to and remember. All the memories and experience that we shared throughout the year ends with a bang! I wouldn't think of a more elaborate way to end my high school life. Also, gotta thank everyone who voted for me that night! It means so much to actually win it! I will keep that sash forever haha!<br /><br />Gonna miss each and everyone of you guys. :')<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibXmQ0LSReJVDpc5D2l4FaBCfC58nwzurhlmkrihuGr5yujglawK4ymq6NFdS_48xNeJUYjTLz5ekvKd2ExB-FKcMIMF3vtwaXq_-PLG9G3Yh6vcMILcLu7u4U3c3G_QAF2bmxIzRm1vrC/s1600/69720_498576102148_643197148_6120403_7868283_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibXmQ0LSReJVDpc5D2l4FaBCfC58nwzurhlmkrihuGr5yujglawK4ymq6NFdS_48xNeJUYjTLz5ekvKd2ExB-FKcMIMF3vtwaXq_-PLG9G3Yh6vcMILcLu7u4U3c3G_QAF2bmxIzRm1vrC/s400/69720_498576102148_643197148_6120403_7868283_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577528843849749666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Melawati High. Class of 2010</span><br /></div><br />-JJustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967042268345850240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121265370489406142.post-4686288099534551812011-01-07T08:40:00.001+08:002011-01-07T08:41:54.006+08:00Short updateBritain really opened my eyes to alot of things and I'm glad I got the chance to come here <div><br /></div><div>Updates on prom,melaka and UK asap when i get back </div><div><br /></div><div>:)</div><div><br /></div><div>-J</div>Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967042268345850240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121265370489406142.post-19924874013334078392010-12-18T23:41:00.003+08:002010-12-18T23:53:42.525+08:00ARE YOU READY?I'M SO PUMPED UP FOR PROM OMG!<br /><br />Melawati's Prom which is gonna be held at The Prince Hotel in KL is this monday and I can't wait to have an freaking awesome good time! We're gonna rock the stage out!<br /><br /><a href="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/hs867.snc4/71159_163612463668683_6036543_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 283px;" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/hs867.snc4/71159_163612463668683_6036543_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Okay, to be quite frank, the prom fliers suck ass but the tickets are oh my god SO NICE. Its a vintage looking passport with either Elvis or Marilyn Monroe. How cool is that!<br /><br />And you know how Melawatians throw the best events ever right? That makes me even more excited for Monday! I've been practicing with the guys till I'm on the verge of falling sick. I'm actually quite exhausted to even finish this post but I love you guys so yeah!<br /><br />You would notice too that I'm not always this hyper but I really am stoked for this Monday night! Its gonna be a night to remember! Maybe I'll get lucky! Hahah just kidding! ;)<br /><br />Anyway, the guys and I are gonna have to be there early for a sound check and all and I really hope there isn't a jam when we arrive in our convoy. That would be such a cockblock!<br /><br />AHHH I'M SO EXCITED OMGG I DON'T REALLY UNDERSTAND WHY BUT I AM!<br /><br /><br />Can't wait to take pictures! Stay tuned!<br /><br /><br />-JJustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967042268345850240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121265370489406142.post-52808026413347850342010-12-18T00:03:00.005+08:002010-12-18T01:47:31.820+08:00KLIMS '10Was the first motorshow I've ever been too and I was quite excited really! Though I really wanted Ford to be there only cause I really really love the new Fiesta. Oh well.<br /><br />It kinda sucks to go to a place where its so close yet so far. Some of the cars we're pretty cool and I sat in a few. I like the Hyundai Genesis Coupe actually!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh60WYTGGc0fQgeSAPq3Q63aqrBPLbEfaJDpP6gl03npvv3ilLRkT9oO_lKNOYOjsQDjEo-evaSfG4S40oTlSEx1dYgzfA6e2kpXWBuPcdHZ1yIVPp0kC3Z_dCNBNhqQ4VulG4PU8KMk-rS/s1600/IMG_2126.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh60WYTGGc0fQgeSAPq3Q63aqrBPLbEfaJDpP6gl03npvv3ilLRkT9oO_lKNOYOjsQDjEo-evaSfG4S40oTlSEx1dYgzfA6e2kpXWBuPcdHZ1yIVPp0kC3Z_dCNBNhqQ4VulG4PU8KMk-rS/s400/IMG_2126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551685555021756658" border="0" /></a><br />Ignore my very high looking face.<br /><br />And of course there has to be the supercars<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN77FIR0feFMZMmwenJHHvPUdGCwiiqoFcO96R8tjJi-6BXuBaZS0mJ7-Q8NyG84VJQAoj6sHxG8nvxoZ6G1xa5EcQPGtxsrumBA1JNarYuAfCv_x6iEM0OOViA0-y6bv1Zd6fT8O04U6I/s1600/IMG_2107.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN77FIR0feFMZMmwenJHHvPUdGCwiiqoFcO96R8tjJi-6BXuBaZS0mJ7-Q8NyG84VJQAoj6sHxG8nvxoZ6G1xa5EcQPGtxsrumBA1JNarYuAfCv_x6iEM0OOViA0-y6bv1Zd6fT8O04U6I/s400/IMG_2107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551685550645291858" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiYlztIbZ9rId8oQh2PmEYoRXJ8LKYRWtVv2au29eQJn6ro9sUo3F4O75UktR_SJ1zwb6VBgxNh0owZvSk-V2minYFA6AZtOb8A5Lqyt_kiVmg3JWcq45-Uv3Awq4CCogEGESUvEnG9kEm/s1600/IMG_7541.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiYlztIbZ9rId8oQh2PmEYoRXJ8LKYRWtVv2au29eQJn6ro9sUo3F4O75UktR_SJ1zwb6VBgxNh0owZvSk-V2minYFA6AZtOb8A5Lqyt_kiVmg3JWcq45-Uv3Awq4CCogEGESUvEnG9kEm/s400/IMG_7541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551685876949922178" border="0" /></a><br />..the newer cars. The overall presentation was pretty good. Especially from the likes of Hyundai and Proton. The Mitsubishi's we're pretty good too!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5lMqLaO0mQYrOwKjlKJ453YBCyr4J4V-dhmomRqtv9BcwoKHKchAaG4oX1wZMF_HiOovPDVbonwhEM4t4z5juq4887W9xHDcZDxV2R0My_nOQ03aEQ3f2hJm9elHZNskfwerBHcCLl9Nq/s1600/IMG_7663.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5lMqLaO0mQYrOwKjlKJ453YBCyr4J4V-dhmomRqtv9BcwoKHKchAaG4oX1wZMF_HiOovPDVbonwhEM4t4z5juq4887W9xHDcZDxV2R0My_nOQ03aEQ3f2hJm9elHZNskfwerBHcCLl9Nq/s400/IMG_7663.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551687767379572018" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4WuK41c1deYqLJZ2A6GQtdROkDRvrkanGG65Bp0b-zvz4qau0iWy8b5Pqd6SjV6hXxBW3f2QrPMpsA5P_78cpdyX32jvyusK5D3Z-C_1rkhva_-fw77VyNu1YTfmacwuCGjmxzHeo9NG/s1600/IMG_7623.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4WuK41c1deYqLJZ2A6GQtdROkDRvrkanGG65Bp0b-zvz4qau0iWy8b5Pqd6SjV6hXxBW3f2QrPMpsA5P_78cpdyX32jvyusK5D3Z-C_1rkhva_-fw77VyNu1YTfmacwuCGjmxzHeo9NG/s400/IMG_7623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551687757949512818" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Right. And the best is obviously the concept cars and the models! Starting with the funny looking one haha! The girl in red looks kinda like JuYi though<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Ql9KpuSsFo84n8k87OwZw90BU3SMEVXsZNem0mc3-XMzQwYbofVtLAXQ0KXxobMcN4SNsE-rtaIv1qetha6_zm6jRVzoEFwXsmskW04BWX7UI64uc26DcbHrQWseMjc0Gt1o0Vsg19ks/s1600/IMG_7664.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Ql9KpuSsFo84n8k87OwZw90BU3SMEVXsZNem0mc3-XMzQwYbofVtLAXQ0KXxobMcN4SNsE-rtaIv1qetha6_zm6jRVzoEFwXsmskW04BWX7UI64uc26DcbHrQWseMjc0Gt1o0Vsg19ks/s400/IMG_7664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551687772878889954" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5lMqLaO0mQYrOwKjlKJ453YBCyr4J4V-dhmomRqtv9BcwoKHKchAaG4oX1wZMF_HiOovPDVbonwhEM4t4z5juq4887W9xHDcZDxV2R0My_nOQ03aEQ3f2hJm9elHZNskfwerBHcCLl9Nq/s1600/IMG_7663.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIi54aR82hGiwRY-VJjiJnY3m90Lb8HA-w-MzOBmKqkvsVln2iR-xBgpU92_-V8rNLHvG6XE8_9GntVRrRIpXJ3sRzvHKZZyjy7rLe02oxoLlEkMkKNTAnlp-_nQ7Bh8Q3JgU_IsO6-G9i/s1600/IMG_7632.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIi54aR82hGiwRY-VJjiJnY3m90Lb8HA-w-MzOBmKqkvsVln2iR-xBgpU92_-V8rNLHvG6XE8_9GntVRrRIpXJ3sRzvHKZZyjy7rLe02oxoLlEkMkKNTAnlp-_nQ7Bh8Q3JgU_IsO6-G9i/s400/IMG_7632.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551687762370029570" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4WuK41c1deYqLJZ2A6GQtdROkDRvrkanGG65Bp0b-zvz4qau0iWy8b5Pqd6SjV6hXxBW3f2QrPMpsA5P_78cpdyX32jvyusK5D3Z-C_1rkhva_-fw77VyNu1YTfmacwuCGjmxzHeo9NG/s1600/IMG_7623.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4yVK1690vbSc_F7OQvOPPq5hBnaRuu2OTrvK2OR1S1_NjSCd78DJf2VUkqVW4kwg3-z1kOGV65XiB4pd0jc2Bwmu96pT_pPb8L085pVff4fqcmiANeXq7t1zlNcX6jjeOJaip9h2gAsKS/s1600/IMG_7621.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4yVK1690vbSc_F7OQvOPPq5hBnaRuu2OTrvK2OR1S1_NjSCd78DJf2VUkqVW4kwg3-z1kOGV65XiB4pd0jc2Bwmu96pT_pPb8L085pVff4fqcmiANeXq7t1zlNcX6jjeOJaip9h2gAsKS/s400/IMG_7621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551687755746810722" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYLv6iOspoRTyioq8JBHc9mGJrPQNgMPy82xVOfK5Eus2uQJAXGVO1JFfAQVUgR9MFFummBQkuBGZ7u0j3UrI2EzBxnjjKeE5JB_F_DffxE-O24deY3mbq71Bjv3TdjFbLt8hQFOkfY2Np/s1600/IMG_7615.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYLv6iOspoRTyioq8JBHc9mGJrPQNgMPy82xVOfK5Eus2uQJAXGVO1JFfAQVUgR9MFFummBQkuBGZ7u0j3UrI2EzBxnjjKeE5JB_F_DffxE-O24deY3mbq71Bjv3TdjFbLt8hQFOkfY2Np/s400/IMG_7615.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551685897947504562" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdt4gUuqFLtDnaD2Thg8X7ZJuXOSl_Kwz2vkXBaEdizglL7EZrFe3mNSDcW70dhqA4c_UZoMZCtL9_hO-Y7ekW2CYsGgnb8mXipOxmg8jMx2sUxZMh_cCobx6kRAln_qXcr4AzmO34H8dI/s1600/IMG_7589.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdt4gUuqFLtDnaD2Thg8X7ZJuXOSl_Kwz2vkXBaEdizglL7EZrFe3mNSDcW70dhqA4c_UZoMZCtL9_hO-Y7ekW2CYsGgnb8mXipOxmg8jMx2sUxZMh_cCobx6kRAln_qXcr4AzmO34H8dI/s400/IMG_7589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551685889142833778" border="0" /></a><br />And the concept Toyota FT HS is freaking beautiful! and the new Honda CR-Z looks great! The surprising thing is that both cars are actually hybrids.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHViVj0YM359Jei5mBeV7hav8UEuEjqfDFqQExiZ5YAgJfltLpYdFDLmWw-Middllie4qP8V9XYVYniMuLM9Vcs6h1BXwjGWNGG7-gO_BuzLtCOSw3Zax89FeBf3ROUpVEEKXlvOYqjEKk/s1600/IMG_2142.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHViVj0YM359Jei5mBeV7hav8UEuEjqfDFqQExiZ5YAgJfltLpYdFDLmWw-Middllie4qP8V9XYVYniMuLM9Vcs6h1BXwjGWNGG7-gO_BuzLtCOSw3Zax89FeBf3ROUpVEEKXlvOYqjEKk/s400/IMG_2142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551685560987033250" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgozGBF0HWqFsEvPoJ0QMOUk2oktwz8vTpPLxOmocMqR0-c3JW1YMU7CHaocPN4NYk5g3defyK3EMeJ71VhM4MMIYTYI_UuGLEB1o2H4-Z9S58ds3GQwPdWDs-pjcY9UlfRGOG7hn_4-v2V/s1600/IMG_2151.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgozGBF0HWqFsEvPoJ0QMOUk2oktwz8vTpPLxOmocMqR0-c3JW1YMU7CHaocPN4NYk5g3defyK3EMeJ71VhM4MMIYTYI_UuGLEB1o2H4-Z9S58ds3GQwPdWDs-pjcY9UlfRGOG7hn_4-v2V/s400/IMG_2151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551685569139694130" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0-7jvdrIiDlg64zknb9u9Vl2KG1Dd_YEvXrxy_0Z5_4s43VSQfZW6tKTxH1V6epEhPh3UrNwmwkYObUIlamv0ELvx_F9AKsc1iFNWJ2c1sIDbYi_3TYCwXG_wPdWjwpR8mjOl46G-x9HG/s1600/IMG_2139.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0-7jvdrIiDlg64zknb9u9Vl2KG1Dd_YEvXrxy_0Z5_4s43VSQfZW6tKTxH1V6epEhPh3UrNwmwkYObUIlamv0ELvx_F9AKsc1iFNWJ2c1sIDbYi_3TYCwXG_wPdWjwpR8mjOl46G-x9HG/s400/IMG_2139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551685564442139090" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Oh and btw. Here's what my dad and I concluded about Chery cars. See below.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8bHaG33_Nut_pMkNCvjWNdnYXzWXFku7q18CUmlCoAN9qZQd1jVDFDnWoFwPpnbu6WQ4yavVVnqa0XPtb7hJX1EgwBnvoqc3ad1A0Qo3GNTFOIGue5lB1wHyIWxBrBgxe1e9g784YLhPa/s1600/IMG_7555.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8bHaG33_Nut_pMkNCvjWNdnYXzWXFku7q18CUmlCoAN9qZQd1jVDFDnWoFwPpnbu6WQ4yavVVnqa0XPtb7hJX1EgwBnvoqc3ad1A0Qo3GNTFOIGue5lB1wHyIWxBrBgxe1e9g784YLhPa/s400/IMG_7555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551685884932514242" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It looks pretty decent but upon closer inspection the door knobs we're like from my toys and the door was squeaking when pulled it. When I sat in there it felt like it was gonna fall apart. So conclusion is never buy Chinese made cars.<br /><br />I shall quote my dad<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc6DeDMSRDxsgpB1ZS_fXpVfdiSePWRgszHVbkdMl7murFesHrXVQlyy73TAXZc6pfhQwhCJayRZ34ovDH-Nz7T_lJEIT8jyFqYkE0cVT0x-pZCpq1iUtGuQdYbxt-EqZB45RfK3J-trsP/s1600/IMG_7616.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc6DeDMSRDxsgpB1ZS_fXpVfdiSePWRgszHVbkdMl7murFesHrXVQlyy73TAXZc6pfhQwhCJayRZ34ovDH-Nz7T_lJEIT8jyFqYkE0cVT0x-pZCpq1iUtGuQdYbxt-EqZB45RfK3J-trsP/s400/IMG_7616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551685899468540658" border="0" /></a><blockquote><br />"Always leave it to the Chinese people, copy copy copy everything but never make it."</blockquote><br /><br />till next time!<br />-JJustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967042268345850240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121265370489406142.post-84336345981949714452010-12-13T23:56:00.000+08:002010-12-13T23:57:00.849+08:00I'm shy.NO JOO OH DON'T READ IT I'M SHYYYYYY D:Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967042268345850240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121265370489406142.post-10288724271196159462010-12-10T19:33:00.003+08:002010-12-10T19:41:19.638+08:00Back then.I really didn't think that this would happen. But it did. There's no way things would ever get back the same and even though it isn't anything to do with me, I get affected.<br /><br />Because I care and value our friendship. We grew up together and we're letting everything fall apart. Why? Because one thing led to another. Because of pride, ego, jealousy, anger, frustration.<br /><br />I find the reason utterly stupid. Maybe it's just me and I haven't personally experienced it but some people just need to grow up and stop acting so immature. What's done is done. Why hold grudges?<br /><br />Yeah, people messed me up before but I honestly don't hold it in anymore. What's the point? I just get angry and yeah great I can let it go but what I don't know is that its indirectly effecting the people around me. Which isn't that great.<br /><br />Sure, everyone gets angry but there's a limit to everything.<br /><br /><br />I just, want something that won't happen. I want everything to be back like it used to.Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967042268345850240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121265370489406142.post-46002993735998494472010-12-10T18:37:00.003+08:002010-12-10T19:14:28.452+08:00Like a New Hello.Hey guys!<br /><br />SPM is ALMOST officially over for me so that means more updates (I HOPE) and yeah I'm feeling super awesome these days!<br /><br />So, since SPM is over of the majority of us I guess its start planning for the future. Like someone said, the rest of our lives start now. Which is kinda scary when you think about it.<br /><br />Like leaving high school, its something that you know was inevitable but you never really imagined how it'd be like you know? I mean I still believe that your real friends are the ones you make in high school. Cause its a dog it dog world out there. Sometimes you need people who won't bite your head off if given the chance.<br /><br /><br />Well, to some it may be a sad farewell, to others it's a new beginning. Overall its a bittersweet feeling to say the least. I kinda miss some of my buddies now itself. Ah well.<br /><br /><br />Anyhow since I'm pretty much free atm I'm gonna start trying and learning new things. Probably get a new hairstyle or something too. Anyway, my camera's busted so for now, no new pictures! Sorry!<br /><br /><br />And I wanna get a.. let's leave it to the benefit of doubt ;)Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967042268345850240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121265370489406142.post-47107881900045021062010-11-03T19:48:00.007+08:002010-11-03T22:08:51.688+08:00Uniqlo!<a href="http://www.go-uniqlo.com/templates/voucher/edm_header.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 459px; height: 243px;" src="http://www.go-uniqlo.com/templates/voucher/edm_header.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So guys are normally affiliated with things like music and cars and girls right? Rarely do the "guys" and "shopping" actually come in the same sentence except when it involves waiting for the girlfriend/mum/wife/sister/mistake. But I don't know, I love to shop, call it weird but I just like buying new stuff for my wardrobe.<br /><br /><br />So when I heard Uniqlo was coming down to Malaysia and was having the Grand Opening tmrw at Fahrenheit 88 I was jizzed. Honest to God I didn't know what was Uniqlo at first until my friend told me.<br /><br />Uniqlo is what Gap is to the US, what Topman/Topshop is to the UK and what.. er.. Ramli Burger is to Malaysia.<br /><br />That gave me all the reasons I need to go tomorrow! I CANT WAIT! I mean there's SPM and all but as Jesse puts it<br /><br />Uniqlo > SPM<br /><br />Well said.<br /><br />Furthermore, I'm like a huge fan of Topman so I'm really excited for tomorrow!<br /><br />Well, since tomorrow is the grand opening of the BIGGEST Uniqlo store in South East Asia, the first 500 in queue will get a chance to win an all expense paid trip to Tokyo, Japan for 4 days and 3 nights! THERES a 1 in 100 chance to win! and first 1000 in line gets a bag!<br /><br />Yeah, thats <span style="font-style: italic;">kiasu</span> side talking. But hey its true! Mention the word "Free Gift" to any Malaysian and your bound to get a crowd.<br /><br />I'm so Well I'm off to bed early! See you guys tomorrow! :DJustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967042268345850240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121265370489406142.post-21887994486298261452010-10-28T22:41:00.001+08:002010-10-28T22:43:33.636+08:00Back in the dayI wish it'll all go back to when we we're kids. Where there wasn't any animosity or any anger and the biggest thing would probably be whether the ice cream guy would come by our houses. I wished it was the same now. Where I can skip all the drama, all the people A not getting along with people B. I'm so sick of all this.<br /><br />So I shall revert back to my old ways. Never showing my emotions. That way, everyone wins. :)Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967042268345850240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121265370489406142.post-85545803602637543482010-10-25T11:27:00.003+08:002010-10-25T11:31:38.121+08:00Feelings?Its been a while since I had this feeling inside of me. Its been too long too, that I was afraid I might have forgotten how it felt like. Call me a sadist but its a good kind of pain. I guess I would mistake it for adrenaline but I know what this is. Emotion.Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967042268345850240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121265370489406142.post-73208818099251398712010-10-24T15:55:00.006+08:002010-10-24T16:24:48.095+08:00I'm gonna miss this.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBDd6e7cmEHjruB-mC9z6bV4hSHB-NMzu6zhpwYLGVQReNyTGo_ymvEW9n0GwmW2m-sy7Vv-h_XAL5vA3VDnaxq3ANwINpq2WhOQi849TnPpyHvz3128rI9anxa0HVgcf-OWCVFKvDQ7Lo/s1600/IMAG0136.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9K8C1FHpgnQgogHsPtJlPr6gq0090Zg2SIfkTKuGjVW-zqq_FfD8srhpvGFESCAwR-9n4QcXr9vTqe-IfE7ZmbGOzkENbayGpzqyVNF3QalUzyNgv3epuTZU0z-yWaeM-rzsbOcmlUD0I/s1600/IMAG0165.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhokQBlSSRGIQ5IRM8Vvy1g-nT_HYW2eh3BGejgT0oOeRWWv23cJvjG7Ok1XQwhSV6ZiU1JDmm4hD_Mb_suPshXtmYLr-x3g6VyQB6ClqobmSuWDJyToKke_Qil4HLK0Vqx-eQI_VUTgOFe/s1600/IMAG0165.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhokQBlSSRGIQ5IRM8Vvy1g-nT_HYW2eh3BGejgT0oOeRWWv23cJvjG7Ok1XQwhSV6ZiU1JDmm4hD_Mb_suPshXtmYLr-x3g6VyQB6ClqobmSuWDJyToKke_Qil4HLK0Vqx-eQI_VUTgOFe/s400/IMAG0165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531521080577163314" border="0" /></a>Three Subway Cars came in a convoy to give us subway vouchers. Maybe they found out we stole free refills the other day. oh well.<br /><br />When you give realize that all hope has been lost. You don't stress as much. Haha okay what am I saying I'm stressing but I'm not doing anything about it! And SPM is coming in like 29 days? or something like that. So tuition has been vital to ensuring we dont flunk.<br /><br />After tuition the other day we didn't have transport home so the humble idea that was to walk home ended up being a full fledged adventure. I mean these kinda things you can only do when your young!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk5EXUN2BsYrGgobmrktnisRCiWhCI_YdsJtTRuy9LIR_SiyHbVfuoGxYLnHRky-_6xHtlFTQKDwW7mjPfs53MsXd5jwc5LOK7Ei4K0JEHSZs5YAhEmRyUsr9BqUzhtfL49ckdU1IyO_1o/s1600/IMAG0183.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk5EXUN2BsYrGgobmrktnisRCiWhCI_YdsJtTRuy9LIR_SiyHbVfuoGxYLnHRky-_6xHtlFTQKDwW7mjPfs53MsXd5jwc5LOK7Ei4K0JEHSZs5YAhEmRyUsr9BqUzhtfL49ckdU1IyO_1o/s400/IMAG0183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531521088949382098" border="0" /></a>And to quote Eric <blockquote>Indian people walk super fast when they have something to talk about.</blockquote><br />Well that may be true since Arjun and Ju was already on the bridge when we we're still yards away. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgleeRzn1A0S3UtnfBCkrLDWj-PcQzDQhPv8hcEl8H2YgE1YVWCbXXXj64n3N_mNaWguj8LjHdNrlmMTdhyphenhyphenJwfNlSH5_gRHnNX0CVFbb2Ef3hpad1U86jo5Mffi3QARaWh5hmiJA4UYlivU/s1600/IMAG0186.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgleeRzn1A0S3UtnfBCkrLDWj-PcQzDQhPv8hcEl8H2YgE1YVWCbXXXj64n3N_mNaWguj8LjHdNrlmMTdhyphenhyphenJwfNlSH5_gRHnNX0CVFbb2Ef3hpad1U86jo5Mffi3QARaWh5hmiJA4UYlivU/s400/IMAG0186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531521097085070578" border="0" /></a><br />Anyway we passed the zoo and this blue Murcielago passed us and we all got a lil orgasmic and walked towards the zoo where we proceeded to act like a bunch of tourist, from macau. HAHA<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3RHkuefQXdEHRxMBAYsG3MurxuW-mocVSmzHRNC4oSxQQF3FwWzbfwUeR4XMSAEi9B3eU-EcGPmIcHk2XFxK7hGMATWxrUfmjgzadyZsUdY3fpEMZ9bNDw0z-EQlpvNEhzb0Tb56WFPvn/s1600/IMAG0187.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3RHkuefQXdEHRxMBAYsG3MurxuW-mocVSmzHRNC4oSxQQF3FwWzbfwUeR4XMSAEi9B3eU-EcGPmIcHk2XFxK7hGMATWxrUfmjgzadyZsUdY3fpEMZ9bNDw0z-EQlpvNEhzb0Tb56WFPvn/s400/IMAG0187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531521096512944882" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLCO06ex9sb98nbeheEVKzhWSKx3O5yBk5MSa3n82xnPWbOk2idavCf_S5fj2PP7lWsx2Oo58s1LoMJamE667hyphenhyphenhhqowMZtLOcCRKa9L2ybGj8cZ78-M9p4uIA-h924jSDbK_HTcNhguI9/s1600/IMAG0189.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLCO06ex9sb98nbeheEVKzhWSKx3O5yBk5MSa3n82xnPWbOk2idavCf_S5fj2PP7lWsx2Oo58s1LoMJamE667hyphenhyphenhhqowMZtLOcCRKa9L2ybGj8cZ78-M9p4uIA-h924jSDbK_HTcNhguI9/s400/IMAG0189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531521902690998194" border="0" /></a><br />See the peace signs? Oh yeah.<br /><br />E took a video all the way to the entrance which we realize it was closed. Not like we were really go in. Well, certainly not gonna pay RM25 for it. As explained in the illustration below.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5-KPAqvhywUbD63x0khhpO9Ryt-txZDx5o0YUh7TQWMlF2YYP-M5KEr2fsmNuP46vPAJu4rohS93ooSQip1bhJkskYlepmQIjXB7c0vhH4z7ZnC7EutT3QAiKxEaznIQnT_Eonws-J5Rm/s1600/IMAG0190.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5-KPAqvhywUbD63x0khhpO9Ryt-txZDx5o0YUh7TQWMlF2YYP-M5KEr2fsmNuP46vPAJu4rohS93ooSQip1bhJkskYlepmQIjXB7c0vhH4z7ZnC7EutT3QAiKxEaznIQnT_Eonws-J5Rm/s400/IMAG0190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531521888583413650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguRNgMp9mIyCHNT77vegaH3T17sJs6HhXJTu26lZGJ_tjEaCgz3bedXr6KacuRhbeh-waaVNvBHAoC0x6wHSPSBMw6aLJaxLy0mb75mjgzNL5M8ppjre2hQ2jhFx-4NBnwwhB3c-_fQ_BB/s1600/IMAG0191.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguRNgMp9mIyCHNT77vegaH3T17sJs6HhXJTu26lZGJ_tjEaCgz3bedXr6KacuRhbeh-waaVNvBHAoC0x6wHSPSBMw6aLJaxLy0mb75mjgzNL5M8ppjre2hQ2jhFx-4NBnwwhB3c-_fQ_BB/s400/IMAG0191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531521881554329458" border="0" /></a> A pretty productive day I think!<br /><br />-J<br /><br />p.s<br /><br />ITS SHO FLUFFY I'M GONNA DIE!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBDd6e7cmEHjruB-mC9z6bV4hSHB-NMzu6zhpwYLGVQReNyTGo_ymvEW9n0GwmW2m-sy7Vv-h_XAL5vA3VDnaxq3ANwINpq2WhOQi849TnPpyHvz3128rI9anxa0HVgcf-OWCVFKvDQ7Lo/s1600/IMAG0136.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBDd6e7cmEHjruB-mC9z6bV4hSHB-NMzu6zhpwYLGVQReNyTGo_ymvEW9n0GwmW2m-sy7Vv-h_XAL5vA3VDnaxq3ANwINpq2WhOQi849TnPpyHvz3128rI9anxa0HVgcf-OWCVFKvDQ7Lo/s400/IMAG0136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531525388947113986" border="0" /></a>Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967042268345850240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121265370489406142.post-4892150883649638392010-10-20T00:10:00.003+08:002010-10-20T00:47:57.510+08:00Mummy Choy turns 18! LOLSo last Friday was Mummy Choy's birthday! So as everyone knows guys pretty much sucks at getting gifts for the opposite sex. Like if it was a guy it might be simpler but girls there are so many variables that must be considered. I didn't help with the fact that my mum seem to have everything.<br /><br />So Sabs and I decided to go out to Wangsa Walk (How original right?) to get something. I already kinda knew for a fact that we werent gonna end up getting anything. And besides I had something else on my mind. Food. Then again that's what we think of all the time.<br /><br />But the thing is everytime I ask her if she's hungry she'd say no so I'll end up saying nah I'll eat later or something. But this time I succumbed to the evil that is called Subway. ♥<br /><br />So I ordered my SoTD as usual and requested all the sauces except thousand island. yeah thanks to Fabi I have embraced drowning my parmesan oregano. Yum. It really is good! She wasnt used to eating sandwiches like this so you could expect a mess. It was adorable I swear.<br /><br />Then met up with a friend of hers called Ben and somehow really could communicate with the dude. Maybe it was just us relating the fact that girls are <span style="font-style: italic;">the</span> most indecisive creatures on the planet. So while Sabs went to pick we just hang back giving suggestions and talking about stuff.<br /><br />Eventually went to this store where I think we spent a good half hour there. Guess why? Deciding which colour. Oh yeah. And I thought I was the indecisive one. Eventually settle for one. And I decided to get flowers from the store next door. Probably spent another 15 minutes here deciding the colours T_T<br /><br />They went to Subway since Ben didnt eat yet so met up with them later. Shit happened and I just wanna highlight something. Malaysian pharmacies have no pharmacist. Like wth?<br /><br />Also, bumped into Yi En. And literally bumped into her. Most. Awkward. Hug. Everrrrrr. Which was kinda embarrassing.<br /><br /><br />It was a pretty fun day actually. Mum was really happy with the stuff! Woohoo! happy birthday mum!<br /><br /><br />P.S I shall get the flowers for you next time okay ;)<br /><br />-J<br /><br />33 days till SPMJustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967042268345850240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121265370489406142.post-30600584400201988972010-10-14T00:37:00.002+08:002010-10-14T00:42:19.416+08:00Dum Dee<div style="text-align: center;">"If it were meant to happen it would."<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Well yeah, it would happen. But that doesn't mean that you leave it to faith and not do anything about it. Many a times people tend to just leave things and not do anything about it and then complain when things don't work out. Like if u really want something. Work for it!<br /><br /><br />WOOHOO PROM IS ON THE 20th!<br /><br /><br />I've decided that I don't think I'll be going with anyone. I would love to but I believe that if I wanna bring a prom date she would have to be someone very special to me. Not because I wanna show oh I have a super hot date or wanna get laid or whatever. That's true really. So yeah well, I did wanna bring someone. But well end up I'll be going with the guys.<br /><br />Well, there goes my prom date fantasies. Hahaha who knows. Still early to tell :)<br /><br />-J<br /></div></div>Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967042268345850240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121265370489406142.post-343985668617863432010-10-02T02:45:00.001+08:002010-10-02T03:01:35.354+08:00SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND.Fine. So El Pacino wasn't a mafia but he has an M16. So that's awesome works.<br /><br />I think if I am failing my trials I would blame it partly on my futile attempts at studying and also MAFIA 2.<br /><br />Well, yeah. After 13 hours of playing it I am done. It was a bloody good game I tell you. The who narrative and drama of the game really pulls you in like a real mafia movie. Plus the characters are pretty unique and has their own characteristics. Like our slapstick duo, Vito and Joe.<br /><br />One thing I don't get is that epic cliffhanger ending that makes me wanna shit my pants. GOSH I WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NOT THE STUPID CREDITS!<br /><br />So many questions left unanswered.<br /><br />Oh well I think it was a damn good game in its own right. Now.. To pass the game to Arjun.<br /><br /><br />Arrivederci!<br /><br />-JJustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967042268345850240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121265370489406142.post-58125179409348612092010-10-01T00:16:00.008+08:002010-10-02T03:04:14.195+08:00Wake me up when september ends.Maybe its just me but touch screen phones are really prone to typos and well hurts my arm generally. Maybe its just me since I've been having my SPM trials and my mind isn't exactly sober atm. Sleep deficiency is bad!<br /><br />Well, SPM anxiety kicked in. I find everything else besides staying at home guilty wince I could be studying. At time or writing it is about 54 days to SPM and everyone is frantically preparing for the worst. Brothers having pmr next week too.<br /><br />Anyhow, its inevitable. But think of post SPM! Road trips, prom, drinks at night, lepaking at home, GET A GIRLFRIEND. HAHA. Well that's what fabi said since I was getting horny lol. But well, nobody wants me ;P<br /><br />At the moment, people who are still up will normally be cramming their heads doing bio and/or stoning like what I'm doing. So screwed. My fault anyway.<br /><br />Talking about getting screwed my past few weeks was pretty fun. Bought some new toys clothes, hang out abit. The usual. But I think I've been studying more which is good too. Twitter took over my life wince I sometimes can't find the inspiration to talk about so I random crap some stuff. And its pretty fun getting RT'ed and what not.<br /><br />On a different side of things I think I'm gonna let this girl I currently always think of slide je la. I mean somethings just aren't meant to be I guess. And ill save her the awkwardness. Oh well I guess its okay. What's the point of caring when they don't even like idk.<br />So close yet so far right?<br /><br />Till trials are over.<br /><br />-JJustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967042268345850240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121265370489406142.post-76803331680307059492010-09-26T00:33:00.001+08:002010-09-26T00:35:12.061+08:00Sorry but..Out of order. in the mean time, follow me at<br /><br />http://twitter.com/jcmuffins<br /><br />:DJustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967042268345850240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121265370489406142.post-28790320128860330232010-09-05T22:30:00.005+08:002010-09-05T23:37:23.163+08:00In between add maths papers and a spilled cup of milo.Excuse my somewhat melodramatic title. Its been a really rather awesome week so far. Sorry for the lack of updates. I think if you are one of my 1000+ friends on Facebook you should be well aware of my rather busy week. I'm still considering on deleting a few hundred people I clearly don't know. Well, latest privacy issues scares me.<br /><br />What really scares me though is SPM which is creeping closer and closer. I think my hair might be falling of due to the stress. Might explain my bald spot.<br /><br />Well last Saturday I was at La Risata's for Sean's belated party. Guess who I saw? Eli, who was buka puasaing there. Kinda terasa that she didnt invite me for buka. But its okay, I would had other priorities. And I saw this freaking hot blonde girl who looked 17. Its hard to describe but try to imagine a cross between Hayley Williams and Pixie Lott. Yeah.<br /><br /><br /><br />The next day was Jayshree's epic party at Babarilos(or was it Bacarilos?). I didn't get drunk but I got to try various different types of cocktails. Was pretty okay I guess! Had to drive that night so I had to be responsible. HAHA. It was really a helluva night, everyone was just so kinky and high and stuff. Met this awesome girl, Amanda there too! Su is right though, that Chinese people have a natural tendency to own in pool.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjzQ1ezrPdo6NWrFFcToTZFGCe_6WoJlLnPgOMs_IIjHHLHUT4vyxlvYTm1nImsK7FxTVL0xZAX2mXygZyaEHryNcZcoanV9LzEXWeVHIjlFt7j1dELv_k-9jZMi5yQTaW1Tj7h-FpCSrm/s1600/47761_433956067157_572807157_4897151_5380866_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjzQ1ezrPdo6NWrFFcToTZFGCe_6WoJlLnPgOMs_IIjHHLHUT4vyxlvYTm1nImsK7FxTVL0xZAX2mXygZyaEHryNcZcoanV9LzEXWeVHIjlFt7j1dELv_k-9jZMi5yQTaW1Tj7h-FpCSrm/s400/47761_433956067157_572807157_4897151_5380866_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513448742139609554" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHyvZlO_ync7N5HBcVpTiOajIH4I1uUuVS1nkupmP1LQ5CgQ5ZgRMJ5HFuX5SdgbHNM_wl1V43BAqVoxA6ovzH7ox9TxGzGL89kI7xLd62Flvbjhi0h1qf1D_lknTs0UxMscPXFPXnkYBZ/s1600/47558_433961882157_572807157_4897290_5675091_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHyvZlO_ync7N5HBcVpTiOajIH4I1uUuVS1nkupmP1LQ5CgQ5ZgRMJ5HFuX5SdgbHNM_wl1V43BAqVoxA6ovzH7ox9TxGzGL89kI7xLd62Flvbjhi0h1qf1D_lknTs0UxMscPXFPXnkYBZ/s400/47558_433961882157_572807157_4897290_5675091_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513448727696878258" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK-1Cvwhdq_veHYcCWsYieIG4Tip4V-zth1x93d6GthhHx9swztCuw4En4m7YPSgJLoSAqwDLkBqIGIYpad_xfAw0VRpoCEDW7xw2Kuw1MHSADk8Nh4XwQtSvMygGM1XUWMIwxJc8F3Y2Y/s1600/47558_433962047157_572807157_4897321_2469222_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK-1Cvwhdq_veHYcCWsYieIG4Tip4V-zth1x93d6GthhHx9swztCuw4En4m7YPSgJLoSAqwDLkBqIGIYpad_xfAw0VRpoCEDW7xw2Kuw1MHSADk8Nh4XwQtSvMygGM1XUWMIwxJc8F3Y2Y/s400/47558_433962047157_572807157_4897321_2469222_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513448737419892450" border="0" /></a><br />Well, we just know how to use our sticks. HAHAHA I remembered everyone had to wake up early for tuition in the morning. Every came, and boy, was everyone just so damn horny. We we're talking about bases and stuff and even Fabi was so kinky. HAHAHA<br /><br /><br />Moving on, Tuesday I went out with Sabby to KLCC for Inception (FINALLY). As always, when I went over to pick her up her maid would just freak me out. It was a pretty cool day la, from trying to do a reverse parking (which I epic failed.) to buying the tickets from the SAME guy who asked May and I whether we were underaged.<br /><br />Wanted to go get boxers so we went from one store to another, and ended up going back to Topman and getting two. I realized now how freakin expensive it actually was damn. I'll show you which I bought. Well, lets just say my mum laughed at me. This is one of it.<br /><br /><img src="http://media.topman.com/wcsstore/TopMan/images/catalog/52J21AGRY_large.jpg" id="il_fi" height="486" width="357" /><br />Yeah. Epic. HAHAHA She picked it okay! I wanted the one with the penguins. And yes I do realize that probably made me sound really really gay.<br /><br />We went for dinner at some place in Wangsa Maju and talked for like an hour ish there. Was a good day! I still remember what we were talking about. HAHAHAHA<br /><br />Well then the rest of the week was just me sleeping and playing the guitar. Anyway, time to sleep. Have to study more! Promise I will update more too!<br /><br />P.S I realized that I havent been taking much pictures. I will soon! Stay tuned!<br /><br />-JJustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967042268345850240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121265370489406142.post-30921568030574786452010-08-28T17:57:00.003+08:002010-08-28T18:00:54.278+08:00Now to grab that guitar.Mission for the month. Play this song.<br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eCySEs12xoQ?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eCySEs12xoQ?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object><br /><br /><a href="http://www.handoyomia.com/4/313.html">http://www.handoyomia.com/4/313.html</a><br /><br /><h1 id="watch-headline-title"> <span id="eow-title" class="long-title" dir="ltr" title="你不知道的事 Ni Bu Zhi Dao De Shi Guitar Solo - 王力宏 - FingerStyle Guitar"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">你不知道的事 Ni Bu Zhi Dao De Shi - Lee Hom ♥</span><br /></span></span></h1>Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967042268345850240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121265370489406142.post-81532520800148879902010-08-28T13:11:00.007+08:002010-08-28T17:57:34.511+08:00Lyno's @ Schanny's PadI've been going out too much lately. What SPM?<br /><br />So I just woke up being slightly hungover from last night. Don't blame me, I don't normally drink anyway. But I gotta say, last night was awesome!<br /><br />Lynn had a party last night at Schanny's place. Was kinda feeling guilty at first on going since I haven't really been studying much. But how could I miss the awesomenest that was Schanny's crib. I've said it once and I'll say it again. The house is just beautiful! Its a reminisce of a Caribbean beach house.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">So we got there by LRT since Schanny's house is just a walking distance from the place. In the LRT Arjun was like one day he's gonna compile all Julian's quotes into a blogpost or a book. Your probably wondering why, but he comes up with the most randomest shit. Ever.<br /></div><br /><br />So we spent a few hours at his place. The food was awesome as expected. The company was good too! Got to meet up with some familiar faces like Charlene and Belle. Its true what schanny says, We're special cause unlike other part time workers, we actually still meet up!<br /><br /><br />Much thanks to David for the Cognac! Which again like last year got Brandon really really drunk. Again. I was just tipsy! I think its pretty cool when everyone is all high and shit. I think the one thing that separates drunk people from sober people is when they keep repeating<br /><br /><blockquote>I'M NOT DRUNK LA! - Brandon</blockquote><br /><br />We also got to smudge Lynn's face with chocolate cake. That was really epic! And then Brandon started dancing. It was crazy!<br /><br />On the way back, everyone was pretty sober except him. He looked like he was gonna puke on Eddy. HAHAH<br /><br />All in all it was a great night. Ended up going back at around 11.40. But I came with a brilliant plan. I brought home food. So mum didn't say anything!<br /><br />-JJustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967042268345850240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121265370489406142.post-69065181046929467232010-08-19T23:24:00.014+08:002010-08-21T14:52:52.116+08:00The day Big Daddy gets a surprise.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxoNPlKObPyfEQksWlcCvzYdUATuNOzK-lsm1LbpUOtMNAityas-lsE3YD38Waaf3MT9OIzY-jDgCQwc4N-aSv1t4EDy1DzUe-Q_-85U3hS7G1Lj5KNkJeD9fclGyPdeDJ0tnHXyVc7-i5/s1600/IMG_6692.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxoNPlKObPyfEQksWlcCvzYdUATuNOzK-lsm1LbpUOtMNAityas-lsE3YD38Waaf3MT9OIzY-jDgCQwc4N-aSv1t4EDy1DzUe-Q_-85U3hS7G1Lj5KNkJeD9fclGyPdeDJ0tnHXyVc7-i5/s400/IMG_6692.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507159986521118146" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKpe3_19-mx5kF478g6fHI0DBJ-g3wen3QgOcbfSs-SsNIbJemUWriHeyGIRfan0k12-x5EW91vyPx6yCy_c8pbrvwB-HSargk21IexVS4J8LgaPM9VMWBqYbH-RxVZho7_GOVFDzXge1A/s1600/IMG_6687.jpg"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Have you ever get that feeling where its your birthday and it seems so one remembers? Only to be surprised by them mere hours later and find out that they had this planned from the beginning?<br /><br />It was probably the greatest feeling in the world. Ever.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />So I got this call from Stevie saying that we are gonna surprise Sanjeev on Friday night at his place before going for dinner. I wasn't sure on the details but it sounded like a good plan! So yeah on Friday we met up at McDs near ISKL.<br /><br />It was raining and not everyone was there so we all decided to crash in Steve's car and talk about.. Stuff. Oh, and there was this girl with brown hair who looked really cute. Just saying la.<br /><br />Anyway once adrian came we drove to Sanjeev's house, convoy style. Pretty cool I must say! Oh and note to self: Camera's are really distracting. No not the flashes. Its just that I have the tendency to want to be in the picture too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKpe3_19-mx5kF478g6fHI0DBJ-g3wen3QgOcbfSs-SsNIbJemUWriHeyGIRfan0k12-x5EW91vyPx6yCy_c8pbrvwB-HSargk21IexVS4J8LgaPM9VMWBqYbH-RxVZho7_GOVFDzXge1A/s1600/IMG_6687.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKpe3_19-mx5kF478g6fHI0DBJ-g3wen3QgOcbfSs-SsNIbJemUWriHeyGIRfan0k12-x5EW91vyPx6yCy_c8pbrvwB-HSargk21IexVS4J8LgaPM9VMWBqYbH-RxVZho7_GOVFDzXge1A/s400/IMG_6687.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507159976905382866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8bmAXpjx2RK5fCmsKV9x_YfnO0tFYt8XCBXqrogLq65ZsTWDdztjxyyDfzQT7i4AgHjStFERoVZfnYzLMrQR0j-MaLsjFUQ6dSzG2miWUrbSwIS5ipYm39efvmrjuXA_z56oHnmbGwd91/s1600/IMG_6801.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8bmAXpjx2RK5fCmsKV9x_YfnO0tFYt8XCBXqrogLq65ZsTWDdztjxyyDfzQT7i4AgHjStFERoVZfnYzLMrQR0j-MaLsjFUQ6dSzG2miWUrbSwIS5ipYm39efvmrjuXA_z56oHnmbGwd91/s400/IMG_6801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507162465484986290" border="0" /></a><br />Wanted to listen to Katy Perry but the iPod decided to die on me.<br /><br />Once we reached Sanjeev's place we rendezvous with the sister and we hid at the back of Sanjeev's place. By now the cake was already lit up and we were just waiting for Steve to bring him down. Behind us was a dog that was banging the door really hard. It was so scary. The dog turned out quite cute actually. And well I think it liked me..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhtdtI7J1TWr9lohqIdZa57GYRHbowMRF54ugTrzjUphk-9mnSnADNQ-S6V1euaS9Mu31XeTkuqp44wZLeSsXK_cUZzEcBED0h54gnlEG6YTgbjz2gWxJ4m_ate4dIKtMO80jTH21liY57/s1600/IMG_6729.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhtdtI7J1TWr9lohqIdZa57GYRHbowMRF54ugTrzjUphk-9mnSnADNQ-S6V1euaS9Mu31XeTkuqp44wZLeSsXK_cUZzEcBED0h54gnlEG6YTgbjz2gWxJ4m_ate4dIKtMO80jTH21liY57/s400/IMG_6729.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507160010097110674" border="0" /></a>..its not what you think.<br /><br />Anyway once Sanjeev came down we all rushed to him but I think he was more confused than shocked cause he couldnt see us. But when he put on his glasses he went..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUr4PSEqpgXf-66YN-99RsKNg2hULRnJklyZYDoNDNFGf3U_PlsqBr1W03QU2gVc0zStnb9m6kc_3zExQEF9QKvwRzi0qvy1xpVl8oKWC2Y1E2pV914XmXeyr7ct6MzeHY5tdXwYhWADsE/s1600/IMG_6694.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUr4PSEqpgXf-66YN-99RsKNg2hULRnJklyZYDoNDNFGf3U_PlsqBr1W03QU2gVc0zStnb9m6kc_3zExQEF9QKvwRzi0qvy1xpVl8oKWC2Y1E2pV914XmXeyr7ct6MzeHY5tdXwYhWADsE/s400/IMG_6694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507159991837607986" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />HOLY SHIT!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />With that expression. Priceless moment.<br /></div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxncErl9EKRfZB0iRUyENXlCuDU9OoqdvataDiFRaS9tCT6SccQ3q8UqPEGOiKhso8gMGCD9dg-0aYpIvnIdT-1HS7qqSo2cITK0k5DL4LVLcYjW2hj0H52FYCK0aPxaomJ_Ma6-KqkpdW/s1600/IMG_6717.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxncErl9EKRfZB0iRUyENXlCuDU9OoqdvataDiFRaS9tCT6SccQ3q8UqPEGOiKhso8gMGCD9dg-0aYpIvnIdT-1HS7qqSo2cITK0k5DL4LVLcYjW2hj0H52FYCK0aPxaomJ_Ma6-KqkpdW/s400/IMG_6717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507160006319805074" border="0" /></a><br />Yes, did you hear me? Priceless.<br /><br /><br />After a round or two of cakes Steve had something else up his sleeve. We had to stall him while he got prepared. Eventually we tied a blindfold over him for the next surprise. I hope the series of images that follow explains what happened.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZqAtyg_mQ6AKmJY-qBoSPDzKQ44O1vHe-h-8f7ope2TOxs1vZnZTzc4jw0rTnY9tsHH0dr3tPYD85J5002Fc2_LlELOUFZIKi7Gl42Hhlb6Fy8zt5-C1ZdSQJKc_W64emYwemI4T0TQsH/s1600/IMG_6751.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZqAtyg_mQ6AKmJY-qBoSPDzKQ44O1vHe-h-8f7ope2TOxs1vZnZTzc4jw0rTnY9tsHH0dr3tPYD85J5002Fc2_LlELOUFZIKi7Gl42Hhlb6Fy8zt5-C1ZdSQJKc_W64emYwemI4T0TQsH/s400/IMG_6751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507166638983288818" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipNBe0wCXZqiH_1y0DPmShI0Q8NwmBuW8Uco5VaI5RIeSOvNhsR0KOqLeDeTRjOdTXaUEnyCZkKOLZAAjxJOx73XnKmDvpajTHGZWmJKp3ygUIYo3IhqStXaoPFKnWhJy91-eOdWQ61jL7/s1600/IMG_6752.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipNBe0wCXZqiH_1y0DPmShI0Q8NwmBuW8Uco5VaI5RIeSOvNhsR0KOqLeDeTRjOdTXaUEnyCZkKOLZAAjxJOx73XnKmDvpajTHGZWmJKp3ygUIYo3IhqStXaoPFKnWhJy91-eOdWQ61jL7/s400/IMG_6752.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507162469409415122" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYa72_AMh9B7ZZ0yAUZ1_Vf_Q7d12xm7DL8JkyS_hMVlEN6M6Qw3kJvCEaTOnGSsN0XwoZIqkMuWYfc0C6QVhD1OdfdXzhHilCOA9dyM3fitZvDbpFlPSn5qvQzTZwMo4QCnZKoBMCeeYH/s1600/IMG_67601111.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYa72_AMh9B7ZZ0yAUZ1_Vf_Q7d12xm7DL8JkyS_hMVlEN6M6Qw3kJvCEaTOnGSsN0XwoZIqkMuWYfc0C6QVhD1OdfdXzhHilCOA9dyM3fitZvDbpFlPSn5qvQzTZwMo4QCnZKoBMCeeYH/s400/IMG_67601111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507162452406970914" border="0" /></a><br />Man was he wet after that. But I love this picture. I think he tried to get revenge but running after us and hugging us. We got away but Boon Hoe wasn't so lucky.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidN4SSTjKfsMz4Cy0wXW1As7halaP3qPkmBeiF_Im8igLtQfWiByPesZfWF4JD6GJu3KdrIG9n9ImqsRE87VMp6COJQGaDqUiRqM9OwoDvVJxppZAJLRr_NVDRF5cNVPd00Jd503RktDkI/s1600/IMG_6763.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidN4SSTjKfsMz4Cy0wXW1As7halaP3qPkmBeiF_Im8igLtQfWiByPesZfWF4JD6GJu3KdrIG9n9ImqsRE87VMp6COJQGaDqUiRqM9OwoDvVJxppZAJLRr_NVDRF5cNVPd00Jd503RktDkI/s400/IMG_6763.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507166645379746258" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT1eIQzeYE1n8vpYYpf55Vd7X-2hnlz5N4sxt3kELOEozUs6kpr1Y2omMB_CCBnks1Jcab3wr4HY8nPP6rtwPUBm6fQ5zVJafX_EsymjYat9EcmEg7JslXWpPKWzfJbTGrcrGwvWAjrHGO/s1600/IMG_6779.jpg"><br /></a><br />Poor poor Boon Hoe. After that we drove him for TGI for dinner. Only he didn't know this so we just stashed him inside the car. He probably thought he was going to fall in a river or something.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMR2lP7C0VkQegP7bJXfVfjI20DyX_iPkopT6nl2QpqY0R30aDaF6SonDPCNusUvYYGnuqDtSM0RsHBe20nWtzOn6chpAoyDYUvJvO6vzczvWlfShg8C-Uz7GvITY88b5Gl7YGfMiVxoKA/s1600/IMG_6799.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMR2lP7C0VkQegP7bJXfVfjI20DyX_iPkopT6nl2QpqY0R30aDaF6SonDPCNusUvYYGnuqDtSM0RsHBe20nWtzOn6chpAoyDYUvJvO6vzczvWlfShg8C-Uz7GvITY88b5Gl7YGfMiVxoKA/s400/IMG_6799.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507166647957055490" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2QkiJtUQVrHCDveBK9gMaqOlvBFQQDrBPhhXhO9kr60TYB8y3KbueAd4fHDr-XjOdEngiyhJEtu92btaBTtuLvKB6oMrWqXXazF0aS0cpTB-JgJXXIgJv9apFNfHg3gyrhMntyyvcLgv9/s1600/IMG_6886.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2QkiJtUQVrHCDveBK9gMaqOlvBFQQDrBPhhXhO9kr60TYB8y3KbueAd4fHDr-XjOdEngiyhJEtu92btaBTtuLvKB6oMrWqXXazF0aS0cpTB-JgJXXIgJv9apFNfHg3gyrhMntyyvcLgv9/s400/IMG_6886.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507163989839147858" border="0" /></a><br />We we're like the noisiest bunch in TGI. It was really good though and everyone kept eating my fries. Did I say everyone? I meant Yi En. She ate everything! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrFkrRErSpJFRQAAcqk8pAc42eQGrK3brsvVWeYRacGnpYpJyzOpMIFqDCG7LqylcIIygmZQ0Fz2mFboUOoBTt-20RNnoTIGdJaC1H0ASS0AN7ADl5fo7N_Xay7BWv6u4alviG0A1pMRLJ/s1600/IMG_6830.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrFkrRErSpJFRQAAcqk8pAc42eQGrK3brsvVWeYRacGnpYpJyzOpMIFqDCG7LqylcIIygmZQ0Fz2mFboUOoBTt-20RNnoTIGdJaC1H0ASS0AN7ADl5fo7N_Xay7BWv6u4alviG0A1pMRLJ/s400/IMG_6830.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507749656125670626" border="0" /></a>She got what she deserved. :P<br /><br />Well I think it was a good night. Everyone seemed satisfied!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXYIsjkrewnl8NdjUM915_z3hBz5Iokb2rHULOqvHnuJaF4B3PJmwBGVdjYUiiiHMR6e7SaZzFailk3YTgdqv5Rn35g4gQGHHcYywt37SO0eXm3kJoPZEVB96EmaTinM2w8w1WHxBI-wVu/s1600/IMG_6888.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXYIsjkrewnl8NdjUM915_z3hBz5Iokb2rHULOqvHnuJaF4B3PJmwBGVdjYUiiiHMR6e7SaZzFailk3YTgdqv5Rn35g4gQGHHcYywt37SO0eXm3kJoPZEVB96EmaTinM2w8w1WHxBI-wVu/s400/IMG_6888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507163982994692210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIj_okZJ_UQdQA9PyjZ-VvxGgHCF6e4z1SqxTCvJuzenXa7zvlpFEsYXwsj3lNmK9aIey2yhnhP_MU6SnyS4iNhtwXmAf2X-QLuCqP82VNHtZoko2ome_GBMloj-h6WAXHd_sqR9zS4Z5j/s1600/IMG_6859.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIj_okZJ_UQdQA9PyjZ-VvxGgHCF6e4z1SqxTCvJuzenXa7zvlpFEsYXwsj3lNmK9aIey2yhnhP_MU6SnyS4iNhtwXmAf2X-QLuCqP82VNHtZoko2ome_GBMloj-h6WAXHd_sqR9zS4Z5j/s400/IMG_6859.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507162476970249730" border="0" /></a>My point exactly.<br /><br />Sanjeev was so shy when he had to do a speech. But he was happy and that's all that matters! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWZjPzFB-t7Fd6dhrBt8FGZB9S_zDGzel7LoOtLUnD6-2MA1gIJ1whMNDbHulL3c7IyBSepSjp29BLzca6ftSb7bJ4wqPxIax1O-xvYNNe_1_Nighilkt4sgO41Kj_9N9MTYwl5dS4PvvF/s1600/IMG_6914.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWZjPzFB-t7Fd6dhrBt8FGZB9S_zDGzel7LoOtLUnD6-2MA1gIJ1whMNDbHulL3c7IyBSepSjp29BLzca6ftSb7bJ4wqPxIax1O-xvYNNe_1_Nighilkt4sgO41Kj_9N9MTYwl5dS4PvvF/s400/IMG_6914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507163993941784770" border="0" /></a><br />Everyone went home pretty happy that night I guess. Now I wonder whose birthday is next?<br /><br />Till next time!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs310.snc4/40819_427508257481_703532481_4792318_8070404_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 279px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs310.snc4/40819_427508257481_703532481_4792318_8070404_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />-J<br /></div>Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967042268345850240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121265370489406142.post-11373465076184848482010-08-10T23:23:00.006+08:002010-08-11T00:24:52.029+08:00Phases of the Breakup.Ever wondered what happens AFTER the breakup? A person would undergo the corresponding phases in order to cope with the ordeal. Enjoy!<br /><br />Phase 1 - The emo phase.<br /><br />This is when everything seems to remind you of her. That song you used to share. The places you used to go. The messages you used to receive. The stupid smell that she used to wear that your bestfriend is now using. Normally this is the phase where you need people to support you. Phase 1 ends after your phone bill skyrockets and alot of emo mamak sessions.<br /><br />Phase 2 The getting over phase/ Realization phase.<br /><br />This is when your friends finally knocked some sense in that thick skull of yours and you realize that your SO MUCH better of without him/her in your life. You thought back and wondered why you wasted all your tears over someone that isn't worth it. You would probably get mindfucked and end up being a player. OR you just get over it. Whichever comes first.<br /><br />Phase 3 The ignoring/Testosterone Filled Moments (read- anger driven)<br /><br />This is where you just down right ignore that person and try your best not to be at all involved or affiliated with that person AT ALL. This phase may eventually lead to you finding that person increasingly annoying. Like, really annoying. She/he might do things that annoy you to the max. Like suddenly adding all your friends on your Facebook friendlist and act like best friends. I'M JUST SAYING.<br />You would either layan that person half-heartedly or not at all. Most likely the latter one.<br /><br />Phase 4 You'll write a long blogpost about this and laugh about it.<br /><br />After all that and you expect me to still be friends? Yeah, like thats gonna happen. And yes, I am in Phase 4 at the moment. Hope you enjoyed that!<br /><br />-JJustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967042268345850240noreply@blogger.com4