<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834336681277549143</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:22:58.980+11:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kok wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07805038284301529927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834336681277549143.post-3803571425523160905</id><published>2010-01-26T19:24:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T19:49:55.989+11:00</updated><title type='text'>where is the rainbow</title><content type='html'>Exactly 12 months ago, I was enjoying my life with my friends, friends that i consider close enough to make me realise there are 7 colors in a white color. Today, I changed. No, life has changed. Things are no longer the same, I'll be gone for a year again in 2 weeks. I just asked myself what have I done for this summer? Sadly my answer was, nothing. I made things worst, did not meet up with most of my friends and therefore barriers are created. I had a hard time last year when i just got back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aus&lt;/span&gt;, i have to separate with my friends, had many verbal promises on what we were going to do when i come back. Until I found you, things changed. I do not know its a good change or bad change. I found back the 7 colors in the rainbow even its winter when the sun sets at 5. I think i made a mistake, a mistake that has no turning back. It sounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; but I consider it a serious mistake i kind of regretted. I was too overconfident with what i own and have, in this case my best friends. I did not keep in touch with them for the whole year not even msn. I assume once we were best friends, we will be best friends forever. No, i learnt something. Everything needs maintainance, including friendship, relationship and familyship. I have nothing to fall back to now, I guess i invested too much on relationship and neglected the other 2. I changed, many things changed, i felt like a stranger everywhere i go. Everything is like a stranger to me now. I'll be flying back to aus again in 2 weeks, the same life will be restarted again but now, I'm quite alone. Back to a place I once knew, getting through a winter without a rainbow. Why am I in this stage of life now, is it just a temporary downturn? Will things be the same again as before? Or there is a new direction waiting for me? This is me now, writing this and not making use of my summer holidays before i fly back again. So where is my rainbow now? I can only see one white color, a fading white color.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834336681277549143-3803571425523160905?l=weiweicantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3803571425523160905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6834336681277549143&amp;postID=3803571425523160905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/3803571425523160905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/3803571425523160905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-is-rainbow.html' title='where is the rainbow'/><author><name>kok wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07805038284301529927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834336681277549143.post-5086348145526970502</id><published>2009-05-06T01:46:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T01:55:16.130+10:00</updated><title type='text'>lameness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;how lame can a person be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;how lame can 2 person be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;how lame can 2 person be at the same time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats why we're sisters!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332368895146276290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SgBhQg6JNcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/yiOsdyITlcA/s320/caryn+wong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834336681277549143-5086348145526970502?l=weiweicantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5086348145526970502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6834336681277549143&amp;postID=5086348145526970502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/5086348145526970502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/5086348145526970502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/lameness_06.html' title='lameness'/><author><name>kok wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07805038284301529927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SgBhQg6JNcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/yiOsdyITlcA/s72-c/caryn+wong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834336681277549143.post-979893413932784877</id><published>2009-04-27T21:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:32:16.902+10:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling weak</title><content type='html'>I feel that fitness is no longer part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, this suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834336681277549143-979893413932784877?l=weiweicantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/979893413932784877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6834336681277549143&amp;postID=979893413932784877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/979893413932784877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/979893413932784877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/feeling-weak.html' title='feeling weak'/><author><name>kok wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07805038284301529927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834336681277549143.post-4638569497978549104</id><published>2009-04-25T18:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:15:34.702+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo check this out</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328537514486971090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SfLEoztWutI/AAAAAAAAANU/AZwQqr_4QwU/s320/21042009716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SfLFc7XOaAI/AAAAAAAAANc/XdKC9Xqkhp8/s1600-h/25042009718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328538409894832130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SfLFc7XOaAI/AAAAAAAAANc/XdKC9Xqkhp8/s320/25042009718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; know the condom brand 'Ansell' manufacture other rubber products other than condoms. I know a popular term condom makers like to use: 'enhanced pleasure'. Since they have the technology to make you feel so comfortable, i recommend that you guys use this rubber glove brand :) should feel the enhanced pleasure as well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aheem&lt;/span&gt; i wonder if Durex have rubber gloves too &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328538414991139378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SfLFdOWR4jI/AAAAAAAAANk/UokVUbvz5m8/s320/21042009715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834336681277549143-4638569497978549104?l=weiweicantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4638569497978549104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6834336681277549143&amp;postID=4638569497978549104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/4638569497978549104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/4638569497978549104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/yo-check-this-out.html' title='Yo check this out'/><author><name>kok wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07805038284301529927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SfLEoztWutI/AAAAAAAAANU/AZwQqr_4QwU/s72-c/21042009716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834336681277549143.post-4419746073985474476</id><published>2009-04-11T01:07:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T21:02:32.124+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been sleeping in nowadays and having dreams that i dont remember after waking up. I guess its a good thing cos happy ones make feel disappointed as its not real where as sad ones only make me feel depressed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its good friday today and i'm wondering what australians do during good fridays... making love at home? Cos all major shopping malls are closed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway i went out today. Although its just an ordinary 'Lets go for a movie' outing, it is a special day to me. I think it is not what you do and where you go that matters, its who you do it with.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834336681277549143-4419746073985474476?l=weiweicantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4419746073985474476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6834336681277549143&amp;postID=4419746073985474476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/4419746073985474476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/4419746073985474476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-been-sleeping-in-nowadays-and.html' title=''/><author><name>kok wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07805038284301529927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834336681277549143.post-7500040003429929556</id><published>2009-04-09T22:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:23:29.381+10:00</updated><title type='text'>helpless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really wanna share this with anyone, literally ANYONE but i know i cant and i dont feel comfortable telling out though. If u understand what i'm trying to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be embarrassing to say but i've never felt this way for a long time and i think i've forgotten how it feels like to be pain. However this is a little different... i never in my life gotten myself into the pair of shoes i'm wearing now. I dont feel comfortable wearing it cos of certain reasons but i just like wearing it. Its just an ordinary decent pair of shoes but i have this very special feeling when i wear it. I dont know why was i feeling that way or was i wrong having that kind of feeling and i questioned myself many many times whether or not i should walk my life barefooted. I was wondering why are all these things in my mind. Well, i've now got my answer. Thats love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that its torn, I am torn. I know its not okay, I'm not okay as well. I really wanna know whats going on but i have the feeling i'm just not the one. I feel like i'm not in the right position to ask her why. Am i the right one to repair it. I feel so helpless, whateva the problems, i just want her to be happy, then i'm good already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to All good things (come to an end) and wondering whether its true. everytime i feel close to it, i'm actually still faraway... What can i do to get closer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322681078722799842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/Sd32PYX3KOI/AAAAAAAAANM/e6xWEKs-uQM/s320/facebook1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Something worth remembering&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I miss you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834336681277549143-7500040003429929556?l=weiweicantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7500040003429929556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6834336681277549143&amp;postID=7500040003429929556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/7500040003429929556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/7500040003429929556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/helpless.html' title='helpless'/><author><name>kok wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07805038284301529927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/Sd32PYX3KOI/AAAAAAAAANM/e6xWEKs-uQM/s72-c/facebook1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834336681277549143.post-7092375058679699689</id><published>2009-03-25T02:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T02:35:21.116+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ryn wong miss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss ryn wong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834336681277549143-7092375058679699689?l=weiweicantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7092375058679699689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6834336681277549143&amp;postID=7092375058679699689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/7092375058679699689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/7092375058679699689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/ryn-wong-miss-me-i-miss-ryn-wong-x.html' title=''/><author><name>kok wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07805038284301529927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834336681277549143.post-6022115084028371428</id><published>2008-08-04T18:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:04:30.992+11:00</updated><title type='text'>rock climbing</title><content type='html'>i went rock climbing at HardRock :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't in a very good mood. Pictures speaks more than words.&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the graph.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230585533393561650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SJbF1G04aDI/AAAAAAAAAMg/RJivFDN0uaA/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i admit that my drawing is far better than those historical Italian painters, i hope u understand what i'm trying to draw. Basically my mood was at its lowest during this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lying on my bed listening to songs... too lazy to even make a damn move to go pee in the toilet. Until nico called, i realise i was late for rock climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230578544934801442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SJa_eUyeUCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AfuQw0kQ080/s320/IMG_1642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i lost my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there were about 15 of us. Lol we took the group package where we need a minimum of 10 ppl in the group which cost us 18 bucks per person. Alot cheaper compared to the individual price of 28 bucks. Everytime when i pass by CBD and look into HardRock, it doesn't look like a big deal to me until today when i stood just below the walls, i was quite afraid. It was considered freaking high already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are many different levels. The easier ones have alot of stones where u can step on where as the hard ones are the ones with less stones where u have to use your &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;strengh&lt;/span&gt; to support most of your body weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is this freaking sexy equipment thingy called the harness. Sorry no pics but u can see me wearing in the pics up there, its like a g-string and it really squeezed the balls out me. It freaking hurts especially when you're coming down. Lol there may b no pain for the girls la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230585239359782194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SJbFj_dw_TI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ushxjHtaFn0/s320/IMG_1654+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;sorry i covered my face cos i'm showing the expression of a boy kena squeeze at the balls. Paiseh la &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230586793836724866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SJbG-eV8woI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Ch2sn0feEFs/s320/IMG_1633.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the shuai ge with long hair (left) and mei nu with short hair (right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However rock climbing didn't cure my pms-ness. Haihs i would have enjoyed myself more if i wasn't having 'period'. However, I got the 'medicine' at night when i get home. I'll do it in another post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;signing off now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834336681277549143-6022115084028371428?l=weiweicantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6022115084028371428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6834336681277549143&amp;postID=6022115084028371428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/6022115084028371428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/6022115084028371428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-went-rock-climbing-i-wasnt-in-very.html' title='rock climbing'/><author><name>kok wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07805038284301529927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SJbF1G04aDI/AAAAAAAAAMg/RJivFDN0uaA/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834336681277549143.post-8476920622929233930</id><published>2008-08-02T23:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:04:32.993+11:00</updated><title type='text'>emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was browsing through my files today and i looked back at photos that i have not been looking at for some time. Pictures that not only make me look at them but also feel them. Pieces of scattered memories started flashing through my mind. Those moments cant be replaced by anything here (for the moment). Is it because i was too lucky back then to meet strangers that are destined to be part of my life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pictures of my new environment has never appeared in my dreams and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; deny the fact that i dream &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; nowadays. Sometimes when i open my eyes in the morning, i realise that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; in a stranger place and not in a place that is known to me as 'home'. I was truly disappointed by my dreams as i hope to wake up and see people that i wish to see. Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt; its just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the pictures:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229932141796553138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SJRzktcucbI/AAAAAAAAALA/c7uNEE5WerM/s320/5+cempaka+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;form 5 (2006)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229939121161773842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SJR569nEIxI/AAAAAAAAALI/ULGAw0NV4-c/s320/IMG_2170.JPG" border="0" /&gt; penang (2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229940324693263426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SJR7BBHVREI/AAAAAAAAALQ/BTf0Z3BVTGc/s320/IMG_2145.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229940858271379058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SJR7gE2RLnI/AAAAAAAAALY/xkQskMcX4n0/s320/20112007265.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ice skating(2007)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229943929255679746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SJR-S1J-1wI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Zh37u21HBDo/s320/n503087348_1011796_9002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Chinese new year (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229943707846936962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SJR-F8WBiYI/AAAAAAAAALw/PQRxnBP8FIA/s320/IMG_0820.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Bio tuition gang (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all of u &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;till then. Cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834336681277549143-8476920622929233930?l=weiweicantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8476920622929233930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6834336681277549143&amp;postID=8476920622929233930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/8476920622929233930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/8476920622929233930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-browsing-through-my-files-today.html' title='emo'/><author><name>kok wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07805038284301529927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SJRzktcucbI/AAAAAAAAALA/c7uNEE5WerM/s72-c/5+cempaka+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834336681277549143.post-7754659306989872593</id><published>2008-07-23T21:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:04:34.343+11:00</updated><title type='text'>'i kissed a girl'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SIchmMO6YDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/DzVyG5WXAtY/s1600-h/51VeoHHZV%2BL._SS500_%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226182832589266994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SIchmMO6YDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/DzVyG5WXAtY/s320/51VeoHHZV%2BL._SS500_%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some time ago, my part time wife, Kiwi sent me this song by Katy Perry. 'I kissed a girl'. So I was listening to this song casually, not paying attention to the lyrics until the song got into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holey Shyte! I didn't know that she can actually sing a whole song about kissing a girl. Basically its about a girl kissing a girl just to try it and then hoping that her boyfriend wouldn't mind it. Okay u kissed a girl so what? Lol actually i have nothing against it, just a little surprise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got addicted to this song, same goes to some people (shall not mention names).&lt;br /&gt;The song was playing in my mind almost all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Rewind play rewind play rewind and then play again non-stop. Stupid there was no stop button.&lt;br /&gt;And because of something, i started to hate this song. (see the pic below and u will understand).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was doing nothing and everyone was not talking bout anything. I cannot deny the fact that this song was still playing in my mind and once i reach the chorus 'I kissed a girl and i liked it', something very sudden came into my mind and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226189541163299218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SIcnsrnmcZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ewdB_-nBMEI/s320/n708361489_1478498_9154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oops... ' i kissed a guy just to try it also'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'But i didn't really like it'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Doesn't really taste like cherry nor strawberry nor durian chapstick'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luckily i dont have a girlfriend or boyfriend so i dont know whether they mind it or not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohyeah for those of you who don't have this song yet, please go get it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834336681277549143-7754659306989872593?l=weiweicantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7754659306989872593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6834336681277549143&amp;postID=7754659306989872593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/7754659306989872593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/7754659306989872593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-kissed-girl.html' title='&apos;i kissed a girl&apos;'/><author><name>kok wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07805038284301529927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SIchmMO6YDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/DzVyG5WXAtY/s72-c/51VeoHHZV%2BL._SS500_%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834336681277549143.post-2151729615299624194</id><published>2008-07-22T02:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:04:36.328+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidayed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;If u realised, i have not been posting pics of myself. The main reason why is because i dont want peeps to feel bored looking at me. But due to popular demand + i dont know what to blog about, i shall just post some pics taken during my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225513361843936482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SITAt3XD3OI/AAAAAAAAAI4/chkRpROF4so/s320/22072008628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Caufield Grammer School Year 12 formal (thanks sara for inviting me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met alot of people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225515716934277890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SITC28wWmwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ALwOBp2nBJo/s320/n708361489_1436174_4879+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me, Derrick (pic a bit blur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225516075235649938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SITDLziDqZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2nwtP6bJS9k/s320/n708361489_1436201_2986.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(sorry forget name),&lt;/em&gt; akina, &lt;em&gt;(sorry again forget name),&lt;/em&gt; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225516513056483970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SITDlSiraoI/AAAAAAAAAJY/HOw9vp9G4fY/s320/n708361489_1436203_3625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Derrick, Andrew, me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225516919436598114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SITD88bP22I/AAAAAAAAAJg/qr86yopmCpU/s320/n708361489_1436204_3927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;group pic? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;At Jimmy's party. Sorry but i don't even know this jimmy guy. When i arrived, he had already pass out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225518623937743554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SITFgKL_SsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/bAPCm0h7VAc/s320/n708361489_1436097_9686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sara, me, hao, nico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225518987849140930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SITF1V3OisI/AAAAAAAAAJw/aOkOIwNx91w/s320/22022008573.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225524355136404290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SITKtwkOu0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/sU3emDdT8I8/s320/n708361489_1436059_8567.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sharleen, me,&lt;em&gt; sorry forget name&lt;/em&gt;, derrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We appeared on tv in Coles. Apparently was just the cctv camera, went in front of the cctv and asked someone to take the pic from the tv that we appeared on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225521479721320754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SITIGYz2gTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/TDYu173I84E/s320/n708361489_1478486_5686.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;behind: me, gerard. Front: jiayuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrick came in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225521770083552498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SITIXSfmjPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/EN0oMrkOklE/s320/n708361489_1478489_6510.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;behind: gerard, me. Front: jiayuan, derrick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went pooling once in awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225522326668373234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SITI3r7w7PI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9_sI21Fd0uI/s320/new+ones+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225523134624911378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SITJmtznUBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QlIEDswXv4c/s320/new+ones+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jiayuan, me (deng my face looks so fat from this angle) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225523969359529458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SITKXTb2xfI/AAAAAAAAAKg/V0kJY2UmlpI/s320/new+ones+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AHeem, something really really caught my attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834336681277549143-2151729615299624194?l=weiweicantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2151729615299624194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6834336681277549143&amp;postID=2151729615299624194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/2151729615299624194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/2151729615299624194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/holidayed.html' title='Holidayed'/><author><name>kok wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07805038284301529927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SITAt3XD3OI/AAAAAAAAAI4/chkRpROF4so/s72-c/22072008628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834336681277549143.post-8517160757717964946</id><published>2008-07-16T00:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:04:36.907+11:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days 1 night + 1 more night</title><content type='html'>I stayed overnight at gerard's place after his party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decided to play Fifa on his Xbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SH3dc_-VhII/AAAAAAAAAIg/idMFvDHijjM/s1600-h/927990_66969_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223574633098609794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="250" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SH3dc_-VhII/AAAAAAAAAIg/idMFvDHijjM/s320/927990_66969_front.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SH3dQNvayjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tDRk-Oe0vDY/s1600-h/xbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223574413455837746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SH3dQNvayjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tDRk-Oe0vDY/s320/xbox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SH3dc_-VhII/AAAAAAAAAIg/idMFvDHijjM/s1600-h/927990_66969_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SH3dc_-VhII/AAAAAAAAAIg/idMFvDHijjM/s1600-h/927990_66969_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was 12am already and we were only planning to play awhile and then go to sleep. But then, shit always happen. We were using Arsenal VS comp (MU). It all started when this Korea dude got substituted into the game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223577786639273202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SH3gUj1BTPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/50acmwLkp5c/s320/349px-Park_Ji-Sung.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Park Ji-Sung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened. 5 seconds after he got sub into the field, he got graduated aka got a RED card. I don't know if u guys think its funny but we paused the game and laugh like shit. 5 seconds man!! lucky this isn't the real football game. Sorry Mr.Park =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to Park JS's reputation and pity-ness + we feel bad laughing, we decided to do something to help Korea gain back their rep. So we use South Korea (a not so strong team) VS World class comp England (super strong team). So this was the thing that made us awake till 7am in the morning because of countless times of losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of helping Korea, we were not able to see daylight cos the sky was already dark when we wake up (around 5pm). Okay la, at least we proved our respect and love for South Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned to go back at 11pm to catch the last tram after playing few rounds of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223585040588841074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SH3m6y5XoHI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sNREos_u_EA/s320/__dota_allstars___by_kunkka_lx6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg this is so damn embarrassing but i'll just mention it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bang my head on the wall while trying to lie down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so freaking painful (never experience this pain on the head like this b4 in my life).&lt;br /&gt;Then i started to worry that i will die. Seriously, i heard cases of people banging their head and they feel nothing but 2 hours later they die of internal bleeding. Shit its so scary man. I had a little headache. I was really really scad. If i go home and then 2 hours later i die, no one will even know that i am dead!&lt;br /&gt;So thank u gerard for allowing me to stay another night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily there is &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;http://www.google.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Googled for 'bang head'&lt;br /&gt;(continue reading if u are interested in the topic or u will find it boring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my search results and i actually did all the tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch for signs of changes in his level of consciousness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch for an increase in his lack of balance (this is difficult in toddlers)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Check the pupils if possible and make sure they are the same size on both sides. They should also get smaller when the amount of light is increased.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If he shows any symptoms outside of a mild headache and local tenderness at the bump, take him to the A&amp;amp;E.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If his pupils are staying dialated - or he throws up, or gets worse - run him to the ER!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Usually after kids bang their head dont let them go to sleep for two hours and if they r sick then seek medical advice. if after two hours they seem fine then they should be alright.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;After doing all the test i was actually normal, not a dying person yet. But i'm still worried that i might die after 2 hours. While waiting for the 2 hours to pass, continued playing Dota. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God i am alive wei!!&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I am actually afraid of dying :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834336681277549143-8517160757717964946?l=weiweicantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8517160757717964946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6834336681277549143&amp;postID=8517160757717964946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/8517160757717964946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/8517160757717964946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-stayed-overnight-at-gerards-place.html' title='2 days 1 night + 1 more night'/><author><name>kok wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07805038284301529927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SH3dc_-VhII/AAAAAAAAAIg/idMFvDHijjM/s72-c/927990_66969_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834336681277549143.post-1723954642419908495</id><published>2008-07-15T18:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:04:37.074+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;13th of july: Happy birthday Gerard Goh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was 2 hours late for his house party. (sorry was following Malaysian timing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway i like being late :) aheem everything happens for a reason&lt;br /&gt;Who are the ones that are always late?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of course no one else except the VV IMPORTANT people!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just wanna get the feeling of being a VVIP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But there are costs of being a VVIP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When i got in the train, i saw this on the seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223165666936803570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SHxpgCTI0PI/AAAAAAAAAII/l-Z8wQH0dbg/s320/13072008624.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;There was initially a needle at the tip but an Australian guy broke it so that it wont harm ppl. (Whoaa model citizen man)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Blarrdy Shit who the hell did this shit!! I remembered there was a popular issue of HIV patients going around poking people with needles, trying to share their joy. Assholes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now i'm a bit worried. I remembered mummy always tell me to try not to go to crowded places cos there might be some generous people, trying to poke u with their needle. Sorry for being quite a naughty boy, i should have take it seriously. Have i ever been poked by some assholes? And i heard that its not possible to detect whether u have HIV unless the virus has already spread all over your body, probably after a couple of years but thats already TOO late to APOLOGIZE~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh shit i dont wanna die like this man. I haven't have sex =Xx. If i have HIV cos of fcking with the wrong people, thats not so bad cos at least i've enjoyed. BUT getting poke by a needle for no reason and without enjoying the 'process' of getting AIDS, thats not worth it okay! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Will be back tonight to update. GTG NOW :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834336681277549143-1723954642419908495?l=weiweicantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1723954642419908495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6834336681277549143&amp;postID=1723954642419908495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/1723954642419908495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/1723954642419908495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/2-days-1-night-1-more-night.html' title=''/><author><name>kok wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07805038284301529927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SHxpgCTI0PI/AAAAAAAAAII/l-Z8wQH0dbg/s72-c/13072008624.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834336681277549143.post-2841108871166261157</id><published>2008-07-11T21:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:04:38.031+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Brokeback Melbourne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder which smart ass started the homosexual society. Do they understand that they will put the lives of innocent cute boys like ME on risk??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i lagi dont understand this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221727094558914290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SHdNIGk3dvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/35uFTsTcRws/s320/brokebackmountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Won 3 Oscar Awards + 77 other wins. (amazing shit lol)&lt;br /&gt;More people are encouraged and motivated to become gays. I know it's not right to discriminate gays and i totally respect their rights to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to steam room after workout at Fitness First Melb Central.&lt;br /&gt;I saw this stranger guy there and said HI to him and then sit down. Oh shit really regretted saying the HI. Fella started talking to me and then the conversation became more and more wrong. Fcuk i was in trouble. He put both his legs on the bench facing towards me and his 2 legs were wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i turn my head and look at d fella... Omg fcking gaytard pointing his Dcik to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello?? if i'm not mistaken u should wear a proper underpants okay!!&lt;br /&gt;And minutes later his toes were already rubbing my thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough i think i better leave. That time i was only 80% sure that he is gay. Stupid me because of curiosity, offered him a handshake (Congratulations gay-ass u molested an innocent young kid). Sorry wanted to give u a chance to prove that u are not gay but you just screwed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haihs maybe i gay-ed too much with people until i developed this gay face that makes people think that i am gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221729978937863922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="211" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SHdPv_uZbvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/39hrgN3PCmo/s200/DSC00004.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;after being sexually harassed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Melbourne time: app 8pm&lt;br /&gt;temperature: 6-8 degrees celcius&lt;br /&gt;condition: Super windy&lt;br /&gt;Challenged Derrick to take off our jackets and eat ice-cream outside McDonalds. It was damn freaking cold but awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221733117968982130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SHdSmthvIHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2L29C4ew1tA/s200/DSC00003.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;JiaYuan had a cool place at Arrow. But the coolest thing is still his Optus USB modem cos it don't really need a computer to go online. When u feel bored you can always&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221736483143976786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SHdVqlx-h1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/5U7tl6rI64c/s320/DSC00008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lesson #1: Don't simply talk to stranger especially when u are half naked. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834336681277549143-2841108871166261157?l=weiweicantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2841108871166261157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6834336681277549143&amp;postID=2841108871166261157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/2841108871166261157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/2841108871166261157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/brokeback-melbourne.html' title='Brokeback Melbourne'/><author><name>kok wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07805038284301529927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-J9t-iC2ZZA/SHdNIGk3dvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/35uFTsTcRws/s72-c/brokebackmountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834336681277549143.post-1164048756850252855</id><published>2008-07-11T01:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:07:39.154+10:00</updated><title type='text'>first post?</title><content type='html'>err hello? Actually i dont know whats the point of blogging. People tell me that its a diary, your life, this kind of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically i started this blog to talk about my life, like you guys do. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Also heard that if your blog gets famous enough, u will be able to get some ads in your blog. hahah sounds cool. Besides, i've decided to sacrifice myself a little, give some chance to those stalkers to know me (aheem u know who u are dont feel shy) but cant blame la since i so damn hot+sexy+cute+(too much dy lazy describe), its quite normal to have some fans around. I know this sounds perasan but please dont blame me cos my kindergarden teacher didn't teach me how to tell lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah i will try to post some exciting moments in melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;This is just an intro post and it already sound so gay but i really hope that u guys will just come here and give some comments on this shit that i am writing right now and thank you if u have already read till here. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834336681277549143-1164048756850252855?l=weiweicantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1164048756850252855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6834336681277549143&amp;postID=1164048756850252855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/1164048756850252855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834336681277549143/posts/default/1164048756850252855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweicantblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-post.html' title='first post?'/><author><name>kok wei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07805038284301529927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
