<?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-29379773</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:42:15.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on the move...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29379773.post-7157167638185060768</id><published>2008-10-11T06:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T06:32:42.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost...</title><content type='html'>I think I might be trying too hard...&lt;br /&gt;Rushing too quickly for my own good...&lt;br /&gt;I guess its just emotions thats taking me over...&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-7157167638185060768?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/7157167638185060768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=7157167638185060768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/7157167638185060768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/7157167638185060768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2008/10/lost.html' title='Lost...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-6764559077294037552</id><published>2008-09-29T05:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T05:21:18.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't understand</title><content type='html'>I think i seriously don't understand myself.&lt;br /&gt;Its like I see certain aspects of my life moving in circles.&lt;br /&gt;I am really sincere about things but they just dont go my way.&lt;br /&gt;Its been long, way too long for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;When will i ever break out of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我真的累了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-6764559077294037552?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6764559077294037552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=6764559077294037552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/6764559077294037552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/6764559077294037552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-understand.html' title='I don&apos;t understand'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-3429394712705788070</id><published>2008-09-01T08:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:47:33.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick update</title><content type='html'>I realised i haven been blogging for around a month.Well, thats cause there aint nothing much to write about. Its the last week of the holidays now and school is about to start in like a few days time. Strangely i'm not as excited as before, probably its caused i dont wanan finish the last sem and head into society? Somehow deep down i know i'm not as ready as i appear to be. Results from last sem are out too. I guess i did pretty okay. 3.04/4 for my GPA. What i'm rather proud of is my fyp grades. B+ man! Woots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole three weeks break felt like forever even though i've been working quite abit and not lazing around. I even got outta this oppressed city and went to thailand. Damn, i really miss it there man to the point i was rather depressed for a few days after i got back. Post holiday depression. Honestly man, the feeling i had in phuket was seriously damn relaxing ah. Totally carefree to the max.Its a freaking good getaway and i would definitely go back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be starting my temp job at science center tomorrow together with the boys from the crew so yea, will be missing school for a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-3429394712705788070?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/3429394712705788070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=3429394712705788070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/3429394712705788070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/3429394712705788070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2008/09/quick-update.html' title='A quick update'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-4278389169470367477</id><published>2008-07-30T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:42:58.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know</title><content type='html'>I don't know what i should do?&lt;br /&gt;Should i tell her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*4 more days*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-4278389169470367477?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/4278389169470367477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=4278389169470367477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/4278389169470367477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/4278389169470367477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-564661411388729367</id><published>2008-07-02T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:55:27.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULDN'T GET DRUNK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/SGs0J3cnD1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Fn60Lj6vpdQ/s1600-h/Image274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218321937346269010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/SGs0J3cnD1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Fn60Lj6vpdQ/s400/Image274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, that is what happens to drunk ass in my club. Lol. I wonder what he is dreaming of. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-564661411388729367?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/564661411388729367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=564661411388729367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/564661411388729367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/564661411388729367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-why-you-shouldnt-get-drunk.html' title='THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULDN&apos;T GET DRUNK'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/SGs0J3cnD1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Fn60Lj6vpdQ/s72-c/Image274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29379773.post-7015867235138818424</id><published>2008-06-22T06:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T06:51:12.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last One</title><content type='html'>Alright, i'm gonna blog just for the sake of blogging so don't expect much..&lt;br /&gt;I have done way too many things since my last post and its very hard for me to recall any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, my life is pretty standard. Just work, school, play and FYP. Probably something alittle more different was the attachment i had with UnUsUal Productions. First time officially as a crew member doing industrial stuff. Kinda fullfilling. Oh ya,I'm also down on luck recently. My total fine is $300. $200 to goverment and $100 to Rp (also Goverment). See how fucked up this is. If i dont settle the $200 by the end of this month, need to attend court. Wtf man...Damn sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i am also the last one. Last one for what? The same old shit la. Lewis is with MH, Ben is with Ting, Tosh is with Jill and now even Carrick is with Jocelyn. Nic is with himself.Haha, not that i'm sad about it but yea, I'm the last one. I was just looking thru my group of close friends and i realise i'm the only one still the same. Well, i guess its not all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, i almost forget, happy birthday to Jordon Lee Wei Sheng, my buddy for a long time and also early bday for Richard Lai Hui Jie! Hope u motherfuckers are happy and have more happy birthdays to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to bed now. Damn cosy weather to sleep. Good morning Singapore. Yawnz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-7015867235138818424?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/7015867235138818424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=7015867235138818424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/7015867235138818424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/7015867235138818424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-one.html' title='Last One'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-6029652478961908700</id><published>2008-05-17T18:57:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T19:34:48.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick View</title><content type='html'>Alright, i know i haven been updating this blog... Well thats because i'm simply too busy and tired..24 hours is just so not enough... I don't even have enough time to sleep...Been really busy with work and FYP. Mid point is next tues and the blog and script still aint completed yet...We are so fucked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during this while i manage to had some fun as well. Like going on the Singapore Flyer. The big wheel sure looks fun but trust me, after the first 5 mins you will probably feel like sleeping. I had also just finish a shoot at skatepark for my documentary Lion City: This is Where i Rock... Photos will be up soon... Oh ya, we had a damn nice graffitti wall done up just for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, cannot wait for next friday... Double O's Anniversary!!! Woohoo...That means lots of booze, girls and i get to wear my new uniform. I'm giving out invites to some of the guys, so if anyone wants, i can TRY to get some for u. Its FREE FLOW btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, PICTURES TIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/SC675MzdOsI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Y92ZbYOTukA/s1600-h/Image227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201301211023489730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/SC675MzdOsI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Y92ZbYOTukA/s200/Image227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/SC68D8zdOtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Bdb1yH0ZteM/s1600-h/Image225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201301395707083474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/SC68D8zdOtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Bdb1yH0ZteM/s200/Image225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/SC68OMzdOuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/W5NuPM3Rb3Q/s1600-h/Image224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201301571800742626" style="CURSOR: 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src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/SC6-pMzdO5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/g9ZGMZWZgR8/s200/Image244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/SC6-18zdO7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/H-eJsCqJAQc/s1600-h/Image245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201304453723798450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/SC6-18zdO7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/H-eJsCqJAQc/s200/Image245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/SC7A6czdO8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/k1CE8roXm4s/s1600-h/Image246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201306730056465346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/SC7A6czdO8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/k1CE8roXm4s/s200/Image246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before i go, two tips i would like to share when going to the Sg Flyer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)Don't wear green tops because u will be superimposed over during the photo taking session. Meaning you will look like u are transparent when the photo comes out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)Dont wear shorts skirts. I'm sure you wouldn't want the world to know what colour your undies are right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all...Stay tune for more interesting updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/29379773-6029652478961908700?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6029652478961908700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=6029652478961908700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/6029652478961908700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/6029652478961908700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2008/05/quick-view.html' title='Quick View'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/SC675MzdOsI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Y92ZbYOTukA/s72-c/Image227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29379773.post-3313109476793983802</id><published>2008-04-27T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T17:11:19.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My alternate reality</title><content type='html'>Nicholas is dreaming of an alternate reality, literally.&lt;br /&gt;Two days in a row. Same person, both extreme scenarios.&lt;br /&gt;Happy, Sad.  Now, lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this is whack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-3313109476793983802?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/3313109476793983802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=3313109476793983802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/3313109476793983802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/3313109476793983802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-alternate-reality.html' title='My alternate reality'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-8337300861392183547</id><published>2008-04-14T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:13:04.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>I am not gonna rattle and state the known fact that we as human beings have the ability to make choices every day, even every minute. Consciously or Sub-consciously. Instead I’m gonna focus on the stupid choices I make, in love, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m hexed, probably by some ex fling or girl that I used to be with.  Things have gotten to a stage where I have resorted to thoughts like this. What things u may ask?  I’m talking about my messed up love life. Well, most people wouldn’t call it love life because it ain’t even two way for me sad to say. I have came to a point and realized that I have been falling for the wrong girls since I turned 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By wrong girls I don’t mean bad girls like loose ones or whores or sluts or whatsoever. In fact, I’m talking about good girls, just not made for me that’s all. Girls that I should have know, never to like from the very start, either someone way outta my league, someone who just wanna be friends or recently a good friend. We go way back. That’s the problem with me; I think I fall in love too easily. Perhaps its loneliness or like some of my friends say, I’m thinking with the wrong head. Whatever the reason, it’s fucking me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to get out of this devious cycle of girl to girl liking. I’m not a player, never will be. I’m just someone who falls in love too easily. I can’t help it. I tell myself NO, but I end up falling in the same hole.  Some of my friends tell me, good things always come when I least expect it, but how can I not be expecting and hoping when I look around and see TWOs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, face it Nic, you’re fucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-8337300861392183547?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/8337300861392183547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=8337300861392183547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/8337300861392183547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/8337300861392183547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2008/04/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-1128695625281645570</id><published>2008-03-25T09:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:13:08.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Martian</title><content type='html'>I am a Martian, we were all once martians&lt;br /&gt;A Martian to Love, thats what I am&lt;br /&gt;Love is like earth, different, everchanging, incomprehensible&lt;br /&gt;Love is an alien, at least for now&lt;br /&gt;Martian is on a mission, to learn to be human; human to love&lt;br /&gt;To understand, embrace and live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Martian, we were all once martians&lt;br /&gt;Earth is far, beyond reach, spinning at sixty-seven thousand miles an hour&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Martian doubts the existence of Earth&lt;br /&gt;Less saying comprehending it&lt;br /&gt;Earth can change Martian, Martian has its own definition&lt;br /&gt;Which changes which?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Martian, we were all once martians&lt;br /&gt;Some have evolved, some are still Martians&lt;br /&gt;Live, think, act, breathe Martians, all before the evolution&lt;br /&gt;Work, feel, decide, believe Martians, all before the evolution&lt;br /&gt;One has not lived if one has not loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Martian, we were all once martians...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-1128695625281645570?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/1128695625281645570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=1128695625281645570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/1128695625281645570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/1128695625281645570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-martian.html' title='I Am Martian'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-7367623312708935844</id><published>2008-03-13T06:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T06:33:08.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya la Fat la Fat la</title><content type='html'>Waddup People...&lt;br /&gt;Just got home from supper/breakfast with linus around 30 mins ago...Damn full right now...&lt;br /&gt;Feeling damn guilty for eating so much...Haha..Think i'am gonna put on a few more pounds this holiday...Damn...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but many has been complaining to me about my weight...&lt;br /&gt;My sch buddies, my buddies outside, my collegues..All say i getting fatter, should eat less..blah blah blah...Yes, i know...Grr..&lt;br /&gt;Serious, AM I FAT? Tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight issues aside..Was damn pissed at work today...Almost got into a fight with a customer...&lt;br /&gt;What happen was there was this group of 4 who had a table drinking chivas..&lt;br /&gt;One of the girl drank so much she ended puking on the floor, so normal procedue is to get the cleaners to clean the shit up and we normally hold LED lights or torch lights to shine on the puke...&lt;br /&gt;I was doing my job when suddenly this MF brushed my hand away...He told me not to shine...&lt;br /&gt;I explain to him that i was just doing my job and its dark in the club...&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly this MF started talking in a damn f***ed up manner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MF: Eh, i ask you dont shine you dun understand is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me:What dun shine? Cant you see its dark?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MF: Eh, i ask you dun shine means dun shine la! My fault ah ask u dun shine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: I shine the light, my fault ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MF: *Stares at me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: *Stares back at MF*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me:"Since when did i say that its your fault???!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MF: ... *speechless*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MF: " Eh, you wanna play is it?!?!! Go call your management!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ME:" Come lo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happen after was a heated arguement between two of my wonderful captains together with that MF and his fat arse friend...In the end, both also sit down quiet and suck thumb! Lol...&lt;br /&gt;They almost got bounced out... Losers... Think open one bottle of chivas damn big f*** Pui... The table he was sitting on required at least 2 premium bottles and to think i was nice enough to give them the table at the start of the night. Shibal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was not all, because of them my captains transfered me to the bar outside cause they were afraid i go hammer the guy. In the end, because of that, i missed out on some hot stuff that came to look for me according to one of my collegues. Basket.. Until now i still wondering who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya..someone chose not to answer my call nor reply my message.. How disappointing and its only the beginning...What a day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-7367623312708935844?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/7367623312708935844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=7367623312708935844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/7367623312708935844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/7367623312708935844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2008/03/ya-la-fat-la-fat-la.html' title='Ya la Fat la Fat la'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-700511706728558023</id><published>2008-03-06T07:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T07:59:15.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clubs Clubs Clubs...</title><content type='html'>Just got back from work and supper or should i call it breakfast not too long ago so i decided to blog. From my title you can tell whats this post gonna be about. I think my life has been revolving around clubs alot. Double O, Mos and Zouk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past whole week, i have been sleeping in the day and living in the night either working, watching movies online or clubbing. Literally been sleeping when the sun;s up and get outta bed when the sun sets. Shit. I'am totally nocturnal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week like last week is gonna be club week again. Wed and Thurs work @ Double O. Friday filming and covering event @ Zouk. And Sat, most probably clubbing @ Mos. Hmmm... Anyway, something funny and shocking happen today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone rang when i was at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hello"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum:" Where are you? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: " At work. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: " Want to come over?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Where?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: " MOS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me"..... OMG!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blablabla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my mum actually asked if i wanted to go to Mos with her. I was stunned and shock for a moment. Seriously, for the whole 19 years of my life, this is the first time she ever asked something like that. Haha..Cool eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I hope this time things will work out*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-700511706728558023?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/700511706728558023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=700511706728558023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/700511706728558023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/700511706728558023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2008/03/clubs-clubs-clubs.html' title='Clubs Clubs Clubs...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-6871196092116135341</id><published>2008-02-28T07:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T07:25:49.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EHG Cocktail Competition</title><content type='html'>Good morning! &lt;div&gt;Its 7.15am and i'am posting. I know i should be in bed but oh well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been very involved with work recently, minmum 3 days a week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work has been fun and entertaining...Seri came to visit the other day. Quite happy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it when friends come to visit me while i'am at work...Makes me more energetic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been doing research for the past hour plus for cocktail concotions cause i'am having my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cocktail making competition tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, firstly i'am not exactly a bartender and i know nuts about cocktail...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully i wont embaress myself on stage...The thought of it just makes me more anxious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a confession to make. I think i'am crazy about We-We... Its kinda my new love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet, tender, nice smelling and addictive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scroll down for a picture of We-We...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R8Xwmq5nKSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CsxjYNa_Spg/s1600-h/Image202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171804294246508834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R8Xwmq5nKSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CsxjYNa_Spg/s320/Image202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R8Xwy65nKTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6lmE7Sj5g10/s1600-h/Image203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171804504699906354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R8Xwy65nKTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6lmE7Sj5g10/s320/Image203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats We-We. This sweet is damn addictive and it comes in 6 different flavours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strawberry,Orange,Lemon,Kiwi,Grape and Lychee. The reason you only see 5 is because i ate the Lychee flavoured one..Lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We-We is the new sex!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-6871196092116135341?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6871196092116135341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=6871196092116135341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/6871196092116135341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/6871196092116135341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2008/02/ehg-cocktail-competition.html' title='EHG Cocktail Competition'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R8Xwmq5nKSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CsxjYNa_Spg/s72-c/Image202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29379773.post-4976764580216922995</id><published>2008-02-21T07:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T07:12:26.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Should I Do?</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking, should i carry on my work in DBL O or should I work somewhere else?&lt;br /&gt;Double O is fun and I have nice collegues however mum is unhappy about it and the working hours are for owls but its like really fun and i enjoy working there. But it has no relation to kinda what i'am studying right now. I thought of getting a job that allows me to do when i'am studying about. Media related work, maybe be a production assistant or something but the pay will definitely be lower. I am so confused...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are here and i find that time pass really fast cause i sleep most of the day away and when i finally wake up, its time for work. I think i need to get a life, and also a partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just checked my grades and my GPA is a stunning 3.0 I seriously wonder how is that possible when i skip school at least once a week. I guess i skip roughly around 1/4 of my sch term but my grades are still pretty much okay. I used to be much more hardworking and my GPA was like only 3.2 which is 0.2 higher? What does this show? I should skip school more often! Lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-4976764580216922995?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/4976764580216922995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=4976764580216922995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/4976764580216922995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/4976764580216922995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-should-i-do.html' title='What Should I Do?'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-5821396743998902139</id><published>2008-02-14T06:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T06:21:34.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an update</title><content type='html'>Well, i realise i have not been updating regularly but thats because there is nothing interesting to write about and i do not wish to bore the shit outta my readers, if there are still any,(Fingers crossed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, haven been doing much lately. Its just that my holidays are here and  the chinese new year sorta just past. The amount of red packets collected is pretty pathetic. All i can say its a downward graph yearly. This means my relatives are getting poorer or more stingy. Damn... If only i had like really rich god parents like some of my friends, then it will be havesting season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow , or rather today is valentines day and guess what, i am working. What a bummer. I think Valentines Day is sucha commercial hype. Flowers, Chocolates and i dunno whatever shit are like double the price. Most eating places are like packed. Damn, dont you find that ridiculous? I mean if you are in love, everyday should be a Valentines Day. What makes 14 of Febuary so special eh? Just because of some stupid angel story and all that crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, maybe its because i'am jealous of the couples. Afterall i have spend the last 3 valentines alone. I wonder when will I ever break outta this cycle. Fuck you valentines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-5821396743998902139?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/5821396743998902139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=5821396743998902139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/5821396743998902139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/5821396743998902139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-update.html' title='Just an update'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-2434377221952935143</id><published>2008-01-30T01:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T02:16:35.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Art Exhibition</title><content type='html'>Alright, I'am back to update again...&lt;br /&gt;Been really really busy these few days i don't even have the time to update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is zooming past me like damn quickly ah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its like the last week of school for me before the long break...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna miss all my buddies in class, the time we spent together and the craziest and shittiest stuff we do together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are infamous in STA btw, due to our excessive nonsense and audacities...Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But thats how we roll...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to be exact, i have been busy with an Art Exhibition organised by STA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The theme is Fantastic and i have my artwork shown below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R59rhP0ermI/AAAAAAAAAGU/np5UY6MQr-A/s1600-h/Image171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160961916916379234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R59rhP0ermI/AAAAAAAAAGU/np5UY6MQr-A/s320/Image171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this looks like a typical chinese altar, and thats what it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lewis and me went to those traditional chinese shop to buy whatever stuff u see on the table and the auntie was shock why young people were buying such stuff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She even thought we were from mediacorp drama department...Lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the artwork above has not been completed yet... There is still a projection of our video which is pretty funny and innovative...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The projection would be inside a huge frame mounted on the wall...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna see the actual thing? Get your ass down to Republic Polytechnic, E3, level 3, Exhibition Hall...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;I shall post more pictures of the other exhibits and whatever i can take tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben's bringing a bottle of Henessy VSOP to school tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of us are so gonna get drunk...Lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a way to end the semester...&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/29379773-2434377221952935143?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/2434377221952935143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=2434377221952935143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/2434377221952935143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/2434377221952935143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-art-exhibition.html' title='First Art Exhibition'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R59rhP0ermI/AAAAAAAAAGU/np5UY6MQr-A/s72-c/Image171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29379773.post-3522350884184510771</id><published>2008-01-10T05:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T06:14:31.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SpongeFLOP</title><content type='html'>Alright, i'am back to post again...&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 3rd day of school and we already did something DAMN DUMB but FREAKING FUNNY!I'am sure everyone one knows who spongebob is, well, we have our very own spongbob in class...Ben manage to find &lt;strong&gt;two &lt;/strong&gt;really big &lt;strong&gt;pieces of sponge&lt;/strong&gt; today...The sizes were similar to that of a &lt;strong&gt;super single sized bed&lt;/strong&gt;...We used the sponges as mattress for fights and really dumb stuff...Just when we were about to leave, LEWIS mention, " Hey, why not we draw and make our own spongebob?"The next 10 mins were spend tying up and drawing the sponge and TA DAH! We had our &lt;strong&gt;very own spongebob&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the master piece was finally completed, lewis became &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE RP SPONGEBOB MASCOT! He wore the entire sponge and walked ALL THE WAY FROM OUR CLASS TO WOODLANDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; MRT STATION. I still cant believe till now he actually did that... We were practically laughing our asses off all the way. AT the same time, we were also disturbing stangers and passby. Refer to video below for actual incident!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Vulgar language present (M18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video will spoil whatever image u have of spongebob...Lol... Please finish watching the entire video. It may be a little unclear cause it was taken using handphone but its still funny. Pay attention to the audio! At 1.20 min, some malay girl came up from behind and push Spongbob! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V_QSBvPQuiM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V_QSBvPQuiM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats what we normally do in school. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JACKASS&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If video was unclear watch here--&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_QSBvPQuiM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_QSBvPQuiM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Spongebob-Lewis&lt;br /&gt;Cameraman-Ben&lt;br /&gt;Guide-Yours Truely&lt;br /&gt;Extras-Jerry and Carrick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall update next time round...Till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-3522350884184510771?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/3522350884184510771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=3522350884184510771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/3522350884184510771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/3522350884184510771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2008/01/spongeflop.html' title='SpongeFLOP'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-5516901194556971659</id><published>2007-12-29T06:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T06:35:48.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Holiday Blues</title><content type='html'>Well, now that christmas is over, i think i am suffering from post holiday blues. Feeling kinda bored and shitty these few days. Not that anything particularly bad has happen, i just don't feel very happy. Been kind of sleeping through my holidays and working my ass off. Its just another week left and i doubt i will make much out of it. Probably gonna work it through like the previous two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i am officially an owl now. I sleep around 7 plus or later in the morning and wake up in the evening. Mum has been nagging about this for quite some time but i couldnt really be bothered. Oh ya, Ws just got his tattoo and i am having thoughts about getting mine as well. Mum says she will skin me alive if i get it, i would like to see that happen...lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When school starts, i think i will probably die. I have still NO idea what to do for my art module. The theme is : &lt;strong&gt;FANTASTIC&lt;/strong&gt; , if anyone of you have any brillient ideas, please let me know. One last thing, i made a conclusion during my holidays. The conclusion is online dating is kinda crappy. Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Play the next track please"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-5516901194556971659?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/5516901194556971659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=5516901194556971659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/5516901194556971659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/5516901194556971659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/12/post-holiday-blues.html' title='Post Holiday Blues'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-1262103876625626810</id><published>2007-12-14T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T02:41:44.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sum of All Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'am back to update this blog...&lt;br /&gt;Before i carry on with the updates of the previous post, i'll write about recent stuff first...&lt;br /&gt;Have been really busy recently with school,work and playing to the point i don't even have time to cut my stupid hair...&lt;br /&gt;School is okay but i'am already in holiday mood, work is as usual and playing is getting better...Lol..&lt;br /&gt;I'am still caught between whether or not i should embark on my airport job...Grr..Its such a bother...&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, &lt;strong&gt;SEG VIDEO IS FINALLY OVER!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been dragging for like what? Since last semester and now its finally down...&lt;br /&gt;No more being bugged for deadlines...&lt;strong&gt;FYP&lt;/strong&gt; is next... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I needa breathe... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Met up with my dearest Jo tHaha, she managed to lose weight, look so much better now thanks to A levels...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why wont RP make me lose weight? Damn you RP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, i'am glad i met up with her, haven seen her in ages...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh ya, she's my &lt;strong&gt;LONGEST&lt;/strong&gt; friend ever, knew her since i was 3!!! And, we share the &lt;strong&gt;SAME&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;birthday&lt;/strong&gt;...Lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, now back to the updates...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As i have mention previously, i would return to that errie place but this time with a shitload of people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Therefore, Me, Ben, Lewis, Tosh, Carrick, Souzanne and Cindy went back to that building...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the trip, Souz mention that the place is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; a old mental hospital but a place to &lt;strong&gt;house&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;refugees&lt;/strong&gt; years ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However, Mr Amran, my facilitator claims that it is used to house some &lt;strong&gt;navy personel&lt;/strong&gt; from malaysia years ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But i don't get it whats the &lt;strong&gt;GRILLS &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Wards&lt;/strong&gt; for ????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why dont u people decide for yourself with the pictures below...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Its not so scary in the day anyway*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2FzLOCUH3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/cEuso9-iHU4/s1600-h/Image131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143518886017376114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2FzLOCUH3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/cEuso9-iHU4/s320/Image131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(GRAFFITI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F1fOCUIDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-4VazfJt6SQ/s1600-h/Image146.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2Fza-CUH4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Hzc6T8Eknik/s1600-h/Image132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143519156600315778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2Fza-CUH4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Hzc6T8Eknik/s320/Image132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F1SeCUICI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PctBPVe4Z0Q/s1600-h/Image145.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2FzpOCUH5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/6U6Bnx2B4Z0/s1600-h/Image134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143519401413451666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2FzpOCUH5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/6U6Bnx2B4Z0/s320/Image134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F0X-CUH9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/YNMxiJ3vlaE/s1600-h/Image138.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2Fz0eCUH6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/SRtI_g8Qahk/s1600-h/Image135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143519594686980002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2Fz0eCUH6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/SRtI_g8Qahk/s320/Image135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(TOLIETS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F0P-CUH8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/xfKym42BDqo/s1600-h/Image137.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F0AOCUH7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/OZwAKvBUc8s/s1600-h/Image136.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F0AOCUH7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/OZwAKvBUc8s/s1600-h/Image136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143519796550442930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F0AOCUH7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/OZwAKvBUc8s/s320/Image136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2Fz0eCUH6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/SRtI_g8Qahk/s1600-h/Image135.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2FzpOCUH5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/6U6Bnx2B4Z0/s1600-h/Image134.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F0P-CUH8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/xfKym42BDqo/s1600-h/Image137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143520067133382594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F0P-CUH8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/xfKym42BDqo/s320/Image137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BACKYARD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2Fza-CUH4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Hzc6T8Eknik/s1600-h/Image132.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2FzLOCUH3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/cEuso9-iHU4/s1600-h/Image131.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F0X-CUH9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/YNMxiJ3vlaE/s1600-h/Image138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143520204572336082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F0X-CUH9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/YNMxiJ3vlaE/s320/Image138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(SECURITY CAMERAS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F0kuCUH-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/yV1Xc28z2zU/s1600-h/Image139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143520423615668194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F0kuCUH-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/yV1Xc28z2zU/s320/Image139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(SHITTY ERRIE PAINTING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F0w-CUH_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/I3Tlg1OIijQ/s1600-h/Image140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143520634069065714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F0w-CUH_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/I3Tlg1OIijQ/s320/Image140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F08OCUIAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/l0WkU5ugof0/s1600-h/Image141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143520827342594050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F08OCUIAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/l0WkU5ugof0/s320/Image141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F1GOCUIBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gJEDGHU8tDY/s1600-h/Image144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143520999141285906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F1GOCUIBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gJEDGHU8tDY/s320/Image144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ME LA DEY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F1SeCUICI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PctBPVe4Z0Q/s1600-h/Image145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143521209594683426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F1SeCUICI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PctBPVe4Z0Q/s320/Image145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F1fOCUIDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-4VazfJt6SQ/s1600-h/Image146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143521428638015538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F1fOCUIDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-4VazfJt6SQ/s320/Image146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F1seCUIEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IzM75c05_Ek/s1600-h/Image148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143521656271282242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F1seCUIEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IzM75c05_Ek/s320/Image148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ROOFTOP VIEW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F16uCUIFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/03NAgjyuVzQ/s1600-h/Image149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143521901084418130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F16uCUIFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/03NAgjyuVzQ/s320/Image149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(NOT GREEN TEA BUT LEWIS' PEE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I believe the pictures tell a better story than i do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, we went and scouted the whole area, it was "clear"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We even hung around on the roof of the building for an hour plus, singing, dancing, eating etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha, not mentioning &lt;strong&gt;LEWIS, HAD TO PEE BUT NO TOLIETS OR RATHER HE WAS SCARED MAYBE OR LAZY I DUNNO AND THEREFORE EXPLAINS THE "GREEN TEA"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lol, i'am sorry dude i have to write this..Kekeke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its funny what...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What more shit does lewis and I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See below...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F6BeCUIGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Ib41dYWPbWs/s1600-h/Image129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143526415095046242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F6BeCUIGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Ib41dYWPbWs/s320/Image129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F6TeCUIHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_lFFWPvCWkk/s1600-h/Image130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143526724332691570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2F6TeCUIHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_lFFWPvCWkk/s320/Image130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is what you get - &lt;strong&gt;2 bored boys+ a pack of tapoica flour in a classroom= FIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lol, well, we did try to clean up after that, we are responsible guys okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thats all folks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Build me a time machine and things will be different now*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-1262103876625626810?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/1262103876625626810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=1262103876625626810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/1262103876625626810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/1262103876625626810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/12/sum-of-all-things.html' title='The Sum of All Things'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R2FzLOCUH3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/cEuso9-iHU4/s72-c/Image131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29379773.post-6777424420421586275</id><published>2007-11-27T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T00:19:57.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning:NOT for the faint hearted</title><content type='html'>Alright, I'am here to entertain readers of my blog again... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know i seldom blog but besides being lazy, i believe quality over quantity...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wanna bore people about nitty gritty shitty boring stuff that normal people do thats why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, read on, i promise this will be an interesting post...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Generally, these few weeks, i'am suffering from insomnia due to the nature of my job...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grr, but thats not gonna stop me from quitting because i like what i do and best of all, i get paid...Muahahah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, thats not the point, i haven been in school quite abit recently, like whole of last week, i was there like 2 days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, school is okay but thankfully for my fun bunch of classmates, school rocks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before i get into the highlight of today, i'll let u guys know what my crazy shit head classmates do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We now have a new rule to follow, whenever one is going to the toliet, don't ever let anyone know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why, you may ask...Because of the stupid stuff we do to each other...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1)Stuff toliet paper under the cubicle door and set it on fire while one of us is shitting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)Spray water using a hose from above the cubicle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)Climb up the cubicle with a Cannon Video Cam in hand taking whoever is taking a crap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)Pour rubbish into the cubicle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)Pull whoever is peeing away from the urinal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)Try picking the lock of the handicap toliet when one think he's safe ( ITS NOT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7)Pulling down the pants totally with boxers of whoever is peeing at a urinal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know its all toliet related but thats where the most fun is. There are a lot of shitty stuff that we do outside the toliet and some really cool stuff as well. Like today for example. See below for pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R0w988c2t0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/M6wHS5Rsqy8/s1600-h/Image125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137549392151492418" style="WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="162" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R0w988c2t0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/M6wHS5Rsqy8/s200/Image125.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R0w-Mcc2t1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/kiArMyRfFQ0/s1600-h/Image127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137549658439464786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R0w-Mcc2t1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/kiArMyRfFQ0/s320/Image127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R0w-Z8c2t2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/j3h_72WNRUs/s1600-h/Image126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137549890367698786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R0w-Z8c2t2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/j3h_72WNRUs/s320/Image126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay people, the pictures you see above are taken by me at this deserted building somewhere around woodlands. I wont say where because I dun want you curious people to sneak in and get into trouble. This place above i believe is an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;old mental hospital&lt;/span&gt; because of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;grill bars&lt;/span&gt; attach to the windows. This place is being deserted but &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lock out from the public.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are cameras at almost every corner outside the building with a huge metal gate and fences surrounding the area. It is protected by AETOS security. This place used to be a hideout for drug abusers and probably satanic cults? Anyway, Me, Ben, Carrick, Lewis and Cindy manage to get into the building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How? Don't tell you guys. Lol... Anyway, I lead the guys slowly and we managed to avoid &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; security cameras&lt;/span&gt;. Maciam &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MISSION IMPOSSIBLE&lt;/span&gt;. LOL... There is even a camera in my picture. Notice the small flashing red light. ( Save the pic and zoom, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING, IF YOU SPOT ANYTHING ELSE, LET ME KNOW IMMEDIATELY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, when we got there it was close to 6 plus 7. So the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sky was relatively dark&lt;/span&gt; but we managed to get inside the building and explore &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3/4 of level one&lt;/span&gt; before it was really dark and we had to leave due to security reasons and of course, ahem, shrinking balls. Lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The inside of the building is very very very run down. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rusty Doors and pipes&lt;/span&gt; line up the corridors. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Graffiti covered walls&lt;/span&gt; accompanied with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;weird messages&lt;/span&gt;. The tags of some rooms were still in place. Like wards and offices and stuff. No lights at all. There were of course the occasional &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BATS and FROGS&lt;/span&gt; which scared the shit outta us, especially cindy being the only girl. No pictures were taken inside because i was too busy observing my surrounding. I promise more pics on my second trip back into the building on friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This friday, we are getting more guys &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;back into that errie place&lt;/span&gt; and we gonna arm ourselves with our Cannon Video Cams and OFF Mosquito repelent accompanied with each other's courage. Tune in for more updates. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Singapore's very own Blair Witch Project!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/29379773-6777424420421586275?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6777424420421586275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=6777424420421586275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/6777424420421586275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/6777424420421586275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/11/warningnot-for-faint-hearted.html' title='Warning:NOT for the faint hearted'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/R0w988c2t0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/M6wHS5Rsqy8/s72-c/Image125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29379773.post-8892375283250135499</id><published>2007-11-09T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T19:18:52.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the night has come</title><content type='html'>Okay, i'am here to update this dusty old stagnent blog..&lt;br /&gt;I haven been updating because i feel there is nothing interesting then and PP was a bitch...&lt;br /&gt;Now, that i have something interesting, i'am back...&lt;br /&gt;Much have happen during this one week break...Good and bad stuff...&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, hung out with lewis and a few other STA people on tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;We rented a car and embarked on our &lt;strong&gt;ROAD TRIP&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;We went to a shitload of places like haji lane, arab street, town, bugis, bukit timah, geylang, changi and marina south...&lt;br /&gt;It was something different from what i normlly do...&lt;br /&gt;The night went pretty smoothly and we did alot of sily stuff in the car, the pics shall speak for itself on my next post...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as i was saying, things were pretty fine till we hit marina south... Me and lewis even drove &lt;strong&gt;(without license of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Shhh... Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to marina south, JH decide to do a 180 degrees hard U TURN in a carpark....&lt;br /&gt;Well, boys will be boys and guess what, we &lt;strong&gt;totaled the car man&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Half the car ended up onto the damn kerb... The bumper was broken and the alignment of the car went totally off...&lt;br /&gt;In the end , we had to have the car towed to a workshop...&lt;br /&gt;Damn, what a spoiler, however, that didnt stop us from having fun...&lt;br /&gt;The 9 of us hoped onto mark's mini van and we went to have PRATA ( for the third time)&lt;br /&gt;Bunk in at JH house till the next afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumper : $70 , Rental : $50 , Alingment : $300 , Near death experience : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my virgin day at &lt;strong&gt;Double O&lt;/strong&gt;... My first day of work....&lt;br /&gt;The embarkment of my night job.... Only one word to describe , &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;First day and i've seen a whole lotta shit happening...&lt;br /&gt;Loud Music, Rowdy crowds, Friendly Djs, Booze and Fights, you name it...&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda a new and differenct experience for me... Clubbing is one thing compared to working in a club...&lt;br /&gt;Its a great feeling to have the bouncers on your side for once...hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;I was assigned to the bag deposit counter, at first i was thinking, wah damn boring but i realise how wrong i was...&lt;br /&gt;90 percent of the crowd has to go through the bag deposition process and that means going through me...Managed to meet and speak to alot of people and some familiar faces as well...&lt;br /&gt;My colleague who started his first day like me, got a &lt;strong&gt;kiss&lt;/strong&gt; from one of the clubbers...&lt;br /&gt;I was like " Damn, she must be very very drunk..."&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this Dj, who took the transpot back together with me...&lt;br /&gt;He introduced himself and his fellow Dj and said " Okay, this is ( I forgot his name ) , this fellow is 43 000 years old..."&lt;br /&gt;Lol...&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough nonsense, i gotta run..Heading to work again...&lt;br /&gt;Aurevoir....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-8892375283250135499?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/8892375283250135499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=8892375283250135499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/8892375283250135499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/8892375283250135499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-night-has-come.html' title='When the night has come'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-8431339122986863529</id><published>2007-10-27T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T21:28:48.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need...</title><content type='html'>I should not be at home now because its a saturday night!&lt;br /&gt;I Freaking need a job....&lt;br /&gt;I want to get my driving license...&lt;br /&gt;I want to get my lip piercing...&lt;br /&gt;And i should FINISH up my pp...&lt;br /&gt;Argh.... Help me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-8431339122986863529?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/8431339122986863529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=8431339122986863529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/8431339122986863529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/8431339122986863529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-need.html' title='I need...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-8742823892689541671</id><published>2007-10-18T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T00:40:23.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Never Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, Life's never fair...&lt;br /&gt;Thats a statement thats so true...&lt;br /&gt;Well, i 90 percent terminated from work now...&lt;br /&gt;That gay lord sort of terminated me WITHOUT even telling me...&lt;br /&gt;I had to find out about it myself...&lt;br /&gt;Talking about responsibility...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello, thommas, i heard from ella i'am not on the schdule next week. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gaylord: Cause u work so little, easier for her to plan schdule&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT?! What you talking about. There must be reason. I wanna know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gaylord: I'll talk to u later when i come down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough Gaylord did came down but he left stuff and dissappeared...&lt;br /&gt;I had to call him AGAIN after work after he made me waited for 15 mins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello, Thommas, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gaylord: I'am at home already. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thought you were suppose to talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gaylord: I talk to you over the phone lo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pffts...okay...So why am i not on schdule?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gaylord: Erm....well...I think you are not cut out for service line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT? Hello, I've been in the service line all my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gaylord: Service line got many kind what....blabber blabber blabber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nonsense... Its because of the head chef right? Just because she has bullshit polictical issues with the ex supervisor, now thats he's gone, she's taking it on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gaylord: No, she didn't say anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You sure? Tell me the truth. I wanna know why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gaylord: Really...Also, i think you are very rough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Rough? Like how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gaylord: Like you are fierce. Even the other staff are scared of you...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gaylord:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eh, you how old only?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT?! Scared of me??? Who? Since when i;am fierce?  WHAT HAS IT TO DO WITH MY AGE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gaylord: I dunno... And the other staff say you never clear table...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: How to clear table you tell me! I'am doing breverages at the drinks station most of the time! Orders come in one after the other! Still got to wash cups and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gaylord: Erm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gaylord: If its one or two people say that i can overlook. but alot of people complain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't think anyone will! ITS THE HEAD CHEF RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gaylord: NO...She didn;t say anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: SO WHAT NOW? IS TODAY MY LAST DAY OF WORK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gaylord: I think so....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT YOU THINK SO????? ITS ONLY YES OR NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gaylord: Then yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I think this is freaking unfair!!! Have you spared a thought for me? When the chef throws tantrum and all did i say anything? Have i raised a finger? YOU MUST THINK, WHEN YOU ARE LACK OF STAFF WHO WORKED FOR YOU??? I DID! NOW THAT YOU HAVE ENOUGH STAFF, YOU ARE TERMINATING ME???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gaylord: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gaylord: Okay, tomorrow i will ask the staff again and see what they say. If the majority thinks so, i will have to let you go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: WELL, HOW WOULD I KNOW IF YOU WILL REALLY ASK? I MEAN IF YOU HAVE MADE UP YOUR MIND, YOU CAN JUST TELL ME THAT YOU ASKED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gaylord: Why would i do such a thing? I'am a very fair person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: sorry, I DONT TRUST PEOPLE.... WHY DONT U ASK THEM IN FRONT OF MY FACE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gaylord: No, later you bear grudges...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gaylord: Erm Erm....I got incoming call, i talk to you tomorrow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: .... *hangs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is freaking unfair, but what to do? Life's unfair...&lt;br /&gt;Life's been really a bitch...SHIT HAPPENS ONE AFTER THE OTHER...&lt;br /&gt;I'am tired....really really tired....Why do we all wear masks?&lt;br /&gt;Screw this shit man! I don't need this job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is real? Who is not? Time will tell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-8742823892689541671?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/8742823892689541671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=8742823892689541671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/8742823892689541671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/8742823892689541671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/10/lifes-never-fair.html' title='Life&apos;s Never Fair'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-3817083934321655507</id><published>2007-10-16T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T00:20:08.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE FAT THAI COOKS</title><content type='html'>I'am back again... Here to blog and bitch...&lt;br /&gt;Life's been quite okay recently...&lt;br /&gt;Had fun in school today because I WAS EARLY...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have NEVER been so early since the start of this semester and it feels great...&lt;br /&gt;At least that Chao Ang Mo is pleased with me for being early after he gave me a D last week for my late coming...&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND, i know how to play 4 chords...G,E Minor, C and D....&lt;br /&gt;Plus, i can play the first 2 lines of way back into love...Lol..&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, i'am a genius...And of course, all this would not have been possible without jukey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Back to the Topic, The very sole reason i'am blogging today...&lt;br /&gt;My day was really great until this STUPID FAT ASS ruined it...&lt;br /&gt;Who is it? Its none other that the STUPID FAT THAI CHEF at my work place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refer to pic below.... (Only manage to get side view) , I added the front view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/RxTWhv_FBwI/AAAAAAAAADk/gr2637xYXEU/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121954551532160770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/RxTWhv_FBwI/AAAAAAAAADk/gr2637xYXEU/s200/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/RxTcOf_FBxI/AAAAAAAAADs/OjRzNxhI8vc/s1600-h/wild-boar-wv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121960817889445650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/RxTcOf_FBxI/AAAAAAAAADs/OjRzNxhI8vc/s200/wild-boar-wv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This stupid FAT ASS is seriously getting on my nerves...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially after Jeffrey, the ass turned nice supervisor left, she's been throwing SHIT at me man...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHIBAL.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait wait, rephrase, FATASS gives problem to everyone la..Not only me but MOSTLY ME...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY? Because i was close to the supervisor and she HATES HIM TO THE CORE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So nb polictial for what seh? Work only what...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the FATASS tried pulling off a stunt on me at work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sitting on the table top of my drinks station resting when i noticed her whipping out her camera phone at me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was like aiming the phone at me while trying to pretend to look behind me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EXCUSE ME, BEHIND ME IS THE FREAKING WALL....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, you are a poor actress, CAN NVR WIN OSCAR...IDIOT....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Given my lightning speed response, i hopped off immediately...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what she said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Go back la..Sit down, I take camera, camera u then send to boss!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" I send is send to big boss, Not thommas ( gay manager) because thommas always trust u"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said " You wanna send, send lo...Whatever sia...Think i care?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway to cut the story short, her fat bulky arms were too slow to catch me on camera la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should have used video dumbass...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Below is a list of mean things to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) You are so fat, when you jumped off a building, you bounced back up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) You are so fat, when you walked into a cinema, you blocked EVERYONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) You are so fat, when i swerve my car to avoid you, i ran outta petrol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) You are so fat, people jog around you to lose weight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) You are so fat, you can fuel the entire U.S army for 5 consecutive years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) You are so hairy, your DNA is made of rambutans...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) You are so ugly, you threw a boomerang and it never came back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) You are so short, you can do backflips under your bed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) You are so stupid, you stared at the box which read, Orange Concentrate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably when FATASS dies they'll put her in a ultra large round tupperwear instead of a coffin because coffins don't come in circular forms..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'am out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A tinge of Paranoia...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-3817083934321655507?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/3817083934321655507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=3817083934321655507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/3817083934321655507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/3817083934321655507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-hate-fat-thai-cooks.html' title='I HATE FAT THAI COOKS'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/RxTWhv_FBwI/AAAAAAAAADk/gr2637xYXEU/s72-c/Image047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29379773.post-577572863166007157</id><published>2007-10-12T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T01:59:52.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A breakaway....</title><content type='html'>I'am here to update again... &lt;div&gt;School's been pretty okay this week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just that PP is bugging me, its a voice at the end of my head..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i'am really proud of myself...I actually once i woke up and did my PP...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'am only left with 400 words left to my word limit...Teehee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was great, went out with shawn for a little shopping after school...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went for KFC then to town...Bought this really cool vintage tee from fox, only $23...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think i'am getting Nad to get 2 tops from Topmen for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh ya, saw something funny yesterday at taka with shawn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The models from &lt;strong&gt;The Newpaper Face 2007&lt;/strong&gt; were having thier rehersals at the open area at the basement...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls weren't that really hot...Okay, maybe only a few but ya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funny thing was there were many &lt;strong&gt;OLD AH PEKS&lt;/strong&gt;, who stood there and watch la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like they will walk then slowly gradually slow down and stare...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and shawn were like..." HAHA, wait till their wives see them..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not only like &lt;strong&gt;one or two AH PEKS, BUT MANY MANY AH PEKS...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whats with AH PEKS and takashimaya anyway???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the shopping, me and shawn decided to get a few rounds of drinks since it has been long since we had some...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, shawn looked quite good yesterday... * I AM NOT GAY*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Refer to pic below...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Rw5hrP_FBvI/AAAAAAAAADc/pe6pSgw5KmI/s1600-h/Shawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120137222020204274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Rw5hrP_FBvI/AAAAAAAAADc/pe6pSgw5KmI/s200/Shawn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;See what wonders clothes can do to men...&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, Michaela was playing yesterday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did 4 sets and she has the voice of Beyonce...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's quite pretty as well... If only i had a gf who could sing like that..Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, this is to shawn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you really truely sincerely honestly totally like mel, do something about it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whining to me all day long not gonna work! DO SOMETHING!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope MEL READS THIS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lastly, yesterday was also shawny day cause i went out with shawn, saw another shawn at acid bar and when i went home, i saw SHAWNRICK....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-577572863166007157?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/577572863166007157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=577572863166007157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/577572863166007157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/577572863166007157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/10/breakaway.html' title='A breakaway....'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Rw5hrP_FBvI/AAAAAAAAADc/pe6pSgw5KmI/s72-c/Shawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29379773.post-5160198491783414448</id><published>2007-10-07T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T23:30:24.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Pooled...</title><content type='html'>Totally Pooled right now...&lt;br /&gt;Played more than 16 hours of pool today and yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;Nerve wrecking competition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quater Finalist-Men's Single&lt;br /&gt;3rd Runner up-Team Category&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm not exactly happy with the results but at least i gave my best...&lt;br /&gt;Even managed to rack up to a 4-2 lost with BOTH the Men's Single and Team Category champ...&lt;br /&gt;This national player is really good but i;am glad made him felt pressurize playing with me...Keke...&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, chanced upon this flea market just now and got a little something...&lt;br /&gt;I'am pleased with my finidings...&lt;br /&gt;Well, just watch shoot-em -up with the guys and its pretty funny...&lt;br /&gt;Yup, thats all...Its back to school AGAIN tomorrow...and my oh my, haven started writing my PP report yet...&lt;br /&gt;I promise myself to get down to it by this coming week!&lt;br /&gt;And,  I made a  promise to someone that i'am gonna kick it!&lt;br /&gt;Its not gonna be easy but oh well, i'am gonna do it....&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just movin with da flow....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-5160198491783414448?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/5160198491783414448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=5160198491783414448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/5160198491783414448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/5160198491783414448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/10/totally-pooled.html' title='Totally Pooled...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-3594016093072305222</id><published>2007-10-06T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T03:48:11.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Day...</title><content type='html'>Okay, Shall do a quick one before i head to bed so no pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fun day at school..Firstly because lesson was slack and well, Hey Gorgeous crew was here at my school...&lt;br /&gt;Of course, its not the crew that was fun, ITS FIONA XIE...&lt;br /&gt;I know i sound like some crazy stalker of hers, but pleaseeee, i got better things to do just that i realise she's quite hot in person...&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was that today's lesson required some filming and so, me and my crew came up with this stupid idea...&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go around school posting as Hey Gorgeous sub crew...So me and the guys went around disturbing random people at the agora area who were probably dying to be on screen...&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i filmed one of the most eccentric dude on campus, SUNNY, THIS STUPID FELLOW WHO SINGS DAMN LOUDLY WHEN HE WALKS AROUND...&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, he gave me the finger la...But suprsingly we laughed it off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the highlight is not sunny but FIONA...&lt;br /&gt;Lewis being an ass decided to went up close beside fiona while they were doing the actual shoot and guess what....&lt;br /&gt;That results in fiona yelling "Tou Kuei Kwang" *Peeping toms* in her bimbotic voice...&lt;br /&gt;For a good 5 mins the attention of the canteen were directed on us la...&lt;br /&gt;She then grabbed us and interviewed us...&lt;br /&gt;She even made Tosh break dance in THE MIDDLE OF THE CANTEEN...&lt;br /&gt;Lol, i told the guys that they don't have to bathe cause fiona touched every one of them...&lt;br /&gt;So, today was a Big Hoo Ha in school but showbiz is a cruel circle la...&lt;br /&gt;Made one of my friend upset...Shibal...&lt;br /&gt;Plus right, the good looking people are NOT on stage, they are among the crowds...&lt;br /&gt;What were the producers thinking man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahhhh, tomorrow is my 8 ball tournament singles category...Sunday is the Team category...&lt;br /&gt;Hope i really don't screw up like i did last time...And hope i can get up on time...&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing is no supporters, so i guess i'll be pretty much ALONE tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;What to do, must learn to be independent i guess...&lt;br /&gt;Life's like that...I'am out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Women's brain, most sophisticated creation...*&lt;div 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Day...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-4779991264081163747</id><published>2007-09-30T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T02:47:09.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocks of the week...</title><content type='html'>Before i say anything, Happy Birthday Jerry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I had two shocks of the week...&lt;br /&gt;Not really shcocks but yea, both incidents that strongly demonstrated the power of LOVE...&lt;br /&gt;I would begin with the first one, the good one...&lt;br /&gt;I was in class on friday during the first meeting...We were all discussing the problem statement when suddenly the door swung open...&lt;br /&gt;Appeared into view was Florina Holding a Birthday cake lighted with 18 Candles...&lt;br /&gt;She came in with a smile singing solo "Happy Birthday" to jerry who was sitting infront of me...&lt;br /&gt;Jerry was like " oh my..why you do this?&lt;br /&gt;The whole class just stopped whatever they were doing, and watch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man, this girl has Balls...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she finish, she made Jerry made a wish, blow out the candles and gave him a kiss...&lt;br /&gt;The whole class went " Woooooooooooooo"&lt;br /&gt;Even the &lt;strong&gt;facilitator&lt;/strong&gt; was &lt;strong&gt;clapping &lt;/strong&gt;ah...&lt;br /&gt;Now that i think of it, my goosebumps are still standing la...&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, its Damn Damn sweet of her...I don't think i know of many girls who would do that...&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, where to find this kinda girlfriend sia... Jerry better appreciate or i will kick your ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Rv6cOf_FBtI/AAAAAAAAADM/xu8DlGfDg0I/s1600-h/28092007368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115697999657633490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Rv6cOf_FBtI/AAAAAAAAADM/xu8DlGfDg0I/s200/28092007368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now that i'am done with the aww, so sweet part, its time to tell the " WTF" part...&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with a friend of mine just yesterday...We were just casually talking and we happen to talk about relationships...&lt;br /&gt;She is that kinda loud and crazy person like me...Ultra outspoken but her story left my jaw hanging...&lt;br /&gt;She mention to me that she use to have an Ex who was abusive..He would slap, hit and punch her whenever he got dissed...&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction was &lt;strong&gt;' WHAT THE F***"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me her story and i couldn;t help but feel angry...&lt;br /&gt;Both at Her and that stupid asshole who should burn in hell...&lt;br /&gt;I ask her how long she was together with him and she said " &lt;strong&gt;2.5 years&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;She actually endured 2 and a half years of that shit...Man, thats a long long time...&lt;br /&gt;But yet again, as the saying goes, Love is Blind la...Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;I cannot understand how a guy can hit a girl sia...&lt;br /&gt;Its just wrong, plain wrong...&lt;br /&gt;I mean God gave guys more physical strength and all that shit so we can do work not freaking hit girls la...Nabeh...&lt;br /&gt;Hope that bugger NEVER gets married and gets abuse by all the girls he meet...Bloody idiot...&lt;br /&gt;However, its also wrong la for her...she should freaking leave him not allow him to do that shit to her...So i was a little angry with her for being so dumb...&lt;br /&gt;Thank God she's no longer with him seh...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..Love is really so, u know...Hard to comprehend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When one door closes, another opens...But wheres the knob?*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-4779991264081163747?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/4779991264081163747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=4779991264081163747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/4779991264081163747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/4779991264081163747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/09/shocks-of-week.html' title='Shocks of the week...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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://bp2.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Rv6cOf_FBtI/AAAAAAAAADM/xu8DlGfDg0I/s72-c/28092007368.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29379773.post-6174362188563449937</id><published>2007-09-27T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T23:48:53.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Week</title><content type='html'>Things have been bad... At least i feel they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like mess up with different people recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Professional Profiling deadline closing in, it sure ain't not helping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000 word report + 4 A3 sized posters....Argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing i wanna get is to be nagged at after a long day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess its been a bad week... I don't wanna hope for the weekends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sensitivity or price tags to friendships? Don't wanna know...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-6174362188563449937?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6174362188563449937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=6174362188563449937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/6174362188563449937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/6174362188563449937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/09/bad-week.html' title='Bad Week'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-70894693804238993</id><published>2007-09-24T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T00:51:41.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bunch of people...</title><content type='html'>Alright...Its outing with the dudes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been a long while since this combination of people got together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course when guys like us get together, we do STUPID stuff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fooling around when we saw each other...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently wei hoong has been obsessed with daniel's ASS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha...I dunno why but yea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And daniel has been running away from wei hoong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, got conned today by some stupid aunty...Tsk...Cheat my sympathy...%&amp;amp;*^%$#@!@#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idiot sia...Pretend to be blind then sell tissue to us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guys didn;t wanna buy so i bought la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what, after that stupid aunty finish her rounds at the coffeeshop, she had the audacity to sit at the table next to us to eat...Which of course ws noticed that she was NOT BLIND afterall but pretending to be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, she's such a poor actor...Can never win oscar...NEVER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People, i have took her picture *secretly of course* so you all please be aware when you all see her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can expose her if you all want...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Side View of "Blind" Aunty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/RvaWuP_FBoI/AAAAAAAAACk/mT1Sq_wutyw/s1600-h/Image082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113440148235028098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/RvaWuP_FBoI/AAAAAAAAACk/mT1Sq_wutyw/s200/Image082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Front View of "Blind" Aunty , notice D walking stick on table&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/RvaWP__FBmI/AAAAAAAAACU/3i_WxNH8ckg/s1600-h/Image083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113439628543985250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/RvaWP__FBmI/AAAAAAAAACU/3i_WxNH8ckg/s320/Image083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear no evil, See no evil, Speak no evil, Smell no evil???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/RvaWc__FBnI/AAAAAAAAACc/YVKSX171yc0/s1600-h/Image084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113439851882284658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/RvaWc__FBnI/AAAAAAAAACc/YVKSX171yc0/s200/Image084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sengkang Retards Unite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/RvaW6__FBpI/AAAAAAAAACs/AHjZVq_cB7Q/s1600-h/Image085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113440367278360210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/RvaW6__FBpI/AAAAAAAAACs/AHjZVq_cB7Q/s200/Image085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mok's Random Chopstick pose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/RvaXdP_FBqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/dkUdb14kg6c/s1600-h/Image086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113440955688879778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/RvaXdP_FBqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/dkUdb14kg6c/s200/Image086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan's famous Chipanze Smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/RvaXqv_FBrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8aq5YnDQtTw/s1600-h/Image087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113441187617113778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/RvaXqv_FBrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8aq5YnDQtTw/s200/Image087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats with the smirk ken???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/RvaX5v_FBsI/AAAAAAAAADE/tqB7YMgrl34/s1600-h/Image088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113441445315151554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/RvaX5v_FBsI/AAAAAAAAADE/tqB7YMgrl34/s200/Image088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, the pictures says it all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A day of fun and retardation...Its my 2nd time getting conned anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, these liars....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hate people to lie to me...IDIOT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Should i or should i not??? Sigh...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/29379773-70894693804238993?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/70894693804238993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=70894693804238993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/70894693804238993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/70894693804238993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/09/bunch-of-people.html' title='The bunch of people...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/RvaWuP_FBoI/AAAAAAAAACk/mT1Sq_wutyw/s72-c/Image082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29379773.post-6914724078365185322</id><published>2007-09-23T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T01:27:13.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new path</title><content type='html'>Well, i'am exhausted after a day of shopping with penguin...&lt;br /&gt;I have not shopped so much in awhile and it was great...&lt;br /&gt;Walked from early afternoon till the sun went down and i'am happy i got most of the stuff i wanted to...&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm pretty much broke but guess pay should be coming in soon so yea, I'll survive...&lt;br /&gt;Penguin is a good shopping mate..truely and really...She's got taste...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, caught a movie as well and its really great but short...&lt;br /&gt;Every half an hour the director makes u feel differently...&lt;br /&gt;Like u have the "aww..so sweet feel" , the damn sad feel and the happy feel...&lt;br /&gt;So its real good...By the way the movie is "No Reservation"...&lt;br /&gt;You guys should go watch it soon...&lt;br /&gt;And coincidentally the male lead has the same name as me so i LOVE it even more...kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i guess i will be stepping down from my ministry soon...&lt;br /&gt;I feel that its not right for me to hold a ministry given my present state so yea...&lt;br /&gt;I rather step down....&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I wanna volunteer at a home for children...&lt;br /&gt;Its been in my mind for quite awhile so ya, i'am gonna do it...&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get in touch with my friend who is a volunteer...&lt;br /&gt;So yea, hope i can qualify as one....&lt;br /&gt;Its my way of contributing back to society after being an ass for such a long time...&lt;br /&gt;Yup, thats about it...&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-6914724078365185322?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6914724078365185322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=6914724078365185322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/6914724078365185322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/6914724078365185322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-path.html' title='A new path'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-4993905661796204425</id><published>2007-09-21T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T03:27:43.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Formed Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/RvLItusnPkI/AAAAAAAAACE/yK9JG8S77KE/s1600-h/61lkJKuh4%2BL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112369214973754946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/RvLItusnPkI/AAAAAAAAACE/yK9JG8S77KE/s320/61lkJKuh4%2BL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i just finished High School Musical 2...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know i'am slow but at least i watched it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, its pretty good...Comparable to the 1st...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zac's real sweet and Gabriella is just the perfect girlfriend most guys would die for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, High School Muscial 2 just makes me feel worse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its like while watching i have this "aww + argh" feeling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that just proves that whoever made this film is successful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever wonder why people go to the movies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, some are bored and some just wanna spend time with that hot girl but there is actually more to that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movies are actually a formed reality of one's desire...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean definitely some movies are made for pure entertainment, some have a message to tell and some are just out to make a quick buck but most movies, fundamentally are formed realities...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Formed Reality bascially means a world, situation or incident that the movie makers and cinema goers want to see come to pass...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example during post world war ,the french under went a very miserable life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living standards were bad and life was hard due to the war...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is during that time that there was this bunch of French filmakers who came up with this style of making film known as French New Wave...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They made movies that portray freedom and breakthrough because the french filmakers were oppressed in real life so the films they made showed their deepest desire...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is alike when we watch movies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take High School Musical 2 for example, the film makers portray this pure, innocent and sweet love between Zac and Gabriella which is what most people would want to experience...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The film portrays accurately what we as humans would like to have happen to us and thats the reason why we feel so much for it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is the power of Movies and people pay to see things that they would wish to see happen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, thats all for my presentation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i still have this "aww+argh" feeling and i should really get to bed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I belive in happy endings, or at least i would like to believe i believe in happy endings... Oh well...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-4993905661796204425?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/4993905661796204425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=4993905661796204425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/4993905661796204425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/4993905661796204425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/09/formed-reality.html' title='Formed Reality'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/RvLItusnPkI/AAAAAAAAACE/yK9JG8S77KE/s72-c/61lkJKuh4%2BL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29379773.post-7135569010729728887</id><published>2007-09-17T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T00:40:32.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumbest Being Ever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Ru6tkbnjd8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/dRH9RWEPI5o/s1600-h/05092007921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111213468512647106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Ru6tkbnjd8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/dRH9RWEPI5o/s320/05092007921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Ru6plbnjd7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/XaW5nHMVb6g/s1600-h/Image056.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, this is a special post dedicated to ANIREHS aka BoBo The Penguin...&lt;br /&gt;She's probably one of the dumbest being ever to roam this earth after Humpty Dumpty...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's know as The penguin because she looks like one..Haha..except she has big eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just imagine penguins with big eyes, yup, thats her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, Bobo is derived from Bimbos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you all know, Bimbos are pretty but dumb...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, penguin here is not pretty, quite dumb BUT BUT BUT CUTE!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it makes up for it all...Keke...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, she's dumb because of many reasons...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example something recent...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scene 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Penguin&lt;/span&gt; : Nick, what does Not enough disk space means?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick: Erm..It means u hard disk not enough space...Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Penguin&lt;/span&gt;: Shiat, I'am transfering photos into my comp...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick: How big ur photos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Penguin&lt;/span&gt;:2.88 mb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick: How come your hard disk no space...You right click on C drive then properties see how much space left?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Penguin&lt;/span&gt;: Erm...2.19 Gb...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick: Cannot be what? Why cannot transfer? Think your hard disk got problem...Try restarting your com, don;t think it will work though..lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Penguin&lt;/span&gt;:Wait, i try disk clean up....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After awhile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Penguin:&lt;/span&gt; Eh, still cannot eh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick: Try disk defragmeting your hard disk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Penguin&lt;/span&gt;: Huh? Whats that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick: You click on start, all programes, accessories, system tools, Disk Defragmenter...It should free up a few Gbs... It takes forever though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Penguin&lt;/span&gt;: I shall not do it now then since i need to sleep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick: I bet you have never done it before...The more often you do it, the faster it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Penguin&lt;/span&gt;: lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Penguin: OMG!!!! OMG!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick: what what what???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Penguin: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been trying to copy into REMOVABLE DISK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick: *faints*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The above conversation speaks it all... Also, she is pretty bad with directions... I had an extremely miserable time trying to explain to her how to get to HER CLASSROOM.... I even included drawings!!!! Twice somemore!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well done...Hahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to me, she did not lose her way...Well, there are still many incidents but i cant really recall them now so ya...I'll end off with a Penguin Joke....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An explorer was doing a study on Penguins at the Antartica...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He came across the first penguin so he asked " Excuse me penguin, what do you do in your free time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pengiuin replied " Oh, i like to swim and Beat AROUND THE BUSH"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The explorer continued his journey and came across a second penguin...He asked again " Excuse me penguin, what do you do in your free time?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The penguin replied " Oh. I like to dance and Beat AROUND THE BUSH"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The explorer continued his journey and spotted a cute little penguin sitting down. He asked " Excuse me penguin, what do you do in your free time?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The penguin replied " Oh, I like to read."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Explorer: " Erm, why don;t you like to beat AROUND THE BUSH like the other penguins?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penguin: " MY NAME IS AROUND THE BUSH"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laugh now people...Its suppose to be funny...HAHAHAHA...That all folks...Till next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps: Eh Dearest Penguin, cannot get angry. You know how much i adore you...Lol...&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/29379773-7135569010729728887?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/7135569010729728887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=7135569010729728887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/7135569010729728887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/7135569010729728887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/09/dumbest-being-ever.html' title='Dumbest Being Ever...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Ru6tkbnjd8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/dRH9RWEPI5o/s72-c/05092007921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29379773.post-6428252525957462926</id><published>2007-09-16T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T04:34:55.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Away with Murder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Right, i know i'am suppose to be asleep this instance since its 4am but its weird i don't feel sleepy at all... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woke up at 3.30 pm..Kekeke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, the first half of the day was you know, spend sleeping so i decided to make the 2nd half a little more worth the living...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I managed to laze around till like 6 plus before meeting jian wei aka mr tone body for shopping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We headed down to bugis street...Yes, the place thats infested with ah bengs and ah lians...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But what to do? The skinnys there are cheaper compared to top shop and zara...Budget what...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, shortly after, alan and adel joined us so we went skinny &lt;s&gt;dipping&lt;/s&gt; hunting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After much searching and trying, i finally found this perfect shop and bought 2 skinnys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One black and the other &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't wanna buy red and bright colour cause alot of ah bengs are wearing them and as advised by Penguin, they'll probably go outta fashion soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh ya, there was this ah beng who tried selling me this pair of skinnys which zipper had a problem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tried it on and realise even after u pulled the zip up, the zip still doesen close properly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So i said " Theres a problem with this jeans, the zipper is faulty"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Ah beng " Oh , this one ah, small problem... *zips it up w/o looking"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Ah beng " See, okay already..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me " Look...* Points to supposedly zipped up zipper*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Ah beng "Erm...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me " Haha..Its okay la... Nvm..Thank you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Walks off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After shopping was dinner and last min MOVIE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watched " I now pronouce you Chuck and Larry"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its one funny movie...Haven really had a good laugh since poltergay....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Warning though: Gay themes....thats why its M18....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway when i got home, thought my day was over when i saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mr Chichak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...In other words lizard ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was nicely mounted on a corner of my living room wall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, being a total anti insect person, i decided to arm myself with newspaperS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I swear i did give it a chance to run away by tapping the side of the wall where it was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT IT REFUSE TO MOVE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had no choice but to "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wham&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And it went "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Piak&lt;/span&gt;" onto the floor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Refer to pics below for visuals...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Ruw_aSkQphI/AAAAAAAAABc/I9eItkLGg7g/s1600-h/Image077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110529398051743250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Ruw_aSkQphI/AAAAAAAAABc/I9eItkLGg7g/s320/Image077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AFTER&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Ruw_kykQpiI/AAAAAAAAABk/2ii7Tf7He90/s1600-h/Image078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110529578440369698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Ruw_kykQpiI/AAAAAAAAABk/2ii7Tf7He90/s320/Image078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, i really had no choice what....I know it may be a little cruel but what to do???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was like vibrating after it was wham 3 times... And when i picked it up, it made this cute squeaking sound...I felt bad la....But....Already whack already....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So ya....I ended my day with a kill....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really hope no more lizards come into my house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*All searching for one*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/29379773-6428252525957462926?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6428252525957462926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=6428252525957462926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/6428252525957462926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/6428252525957462926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/09/getting-away-with-murder.html' title='Getting Away with Murder...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Ruw_aSkQphI/AAAAAAAAABc/I9eItkLGg7g/s72-c/Image077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29379773.post-4329265346447147617</id><published>2007-09-14T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T01:16:12.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac Frenzy</title><content type='html'>Just got back from the STA chalet earlier this afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't say that it was very happening but it was fun...&lt;br /&gt;Guess we all bonded pretty well...Even though we didn't do much other than what peeps normally do at chalets, we talked alot...&lt;br /&gt;Like from night till dawn...Not to mention we were buffet for the mosquitos by the pool side...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, was playing this game with Mike and I got him &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;drunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...Muhahaha...&lt;br /&gt;2 of us finish half a bottle of Bombay Saphire...Top grade dry Gin ( courtesy of cynthia )&lt;br /&gt;It is funny to see mike drunk...Falling all over the place, blabbering nonsense...lol...&lt;br /&gt;Haha...Anyway, i ate like close to 3 bowls of instant noodles for supper, cookies and other stuff...&lt;br /&gt;I have been eating pretty much these few days...&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, i just finish a Mac Spicy Meal Upsize + 20 piece nuggets all by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MYSELF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look below for the pic of my supper....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/RulvxikQpgI/AAAAAAAAABU/x5YD2vgDAbI/s1600-h/Image076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109738149111703042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/RulvxikQpgI/AAAAAAAAABU/x5YD2vgDAbI/s320/Image076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, sometimes when i'am bored or sad i EAT...Yea, thats a way of relieving...&lt;br /&gt;Not a good one though...I dunno how i'am gonna lose weight like that..but oh well...what to do?&lt;br /&gt;Shall upload the chalet pics soon...After i get them from the rest...&lt;br /&gt;Till then....&lt;br /&gt;*Hail STA*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-4329265346447147617?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/4329265346447147617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=4329265346447147617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/4329265346447147617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/4329265346447147617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/09/mac-frenzy.html' title='Mac Frenzy'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/RulvxikQpgI/AAAAAAAAABU/x5YD2vgDAbI/s72-c/Image076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29379773.post-5405258422453499714</id><published>2007-09-12T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T00:43:25.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IRONY =(</title><content type='html'>Its one big damn irony...&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of days of my life is like hell...&lt;br /&gt;Literally, even though i hang out with my friends superbly often, it does not really help...&lt;br /&gt;Even now, i feel being smothered...&lt;br /&gt;Home aint like home no more...&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to NOTHING...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-5405258422453499714?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/5405258422453499714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=5405258422453499714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/5405258422453499714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/5405258422453499714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/09/irony.html' title='IRONY =('/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-7914831158522085825</id><published>2007-09-07T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T22:59:32.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't belong</title><content type='html'>I don't belong...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-7914831158522085825?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/7914831158522085825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=7914831158522085825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/7914831158522085825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/7914831158522085825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dont-belong.html' title='I don&apos;t belong'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-4837782156912785389</id><published>2007-09-06T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T23:56:53.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only...</title><content type='html'>If only we all had this "restart" button we could hit that starts our life anew...&lt;br /&gt;I mean, how many times in life we feel that we are so screwed up that if given a chance we could relive?&lt;br /&gt;If there was really such a button i won't know how many times i would have already hit it....&lt;br /&gt;Its like every time we feel we are in deep shit, we wish we could have undone it?&lt;br /&gt;But too bad, life's this on going process where the undo function don't really exist?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i'am so trap in this never ending circle of problems or situations that keep coming back at me everytime when i think i've conquered....&lt;br /&gt;I need to make this clear that i ain;t emo or depress in any way, just kinda tired...&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats the only word thats close enough to what i feel i think...&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna HIT the restart button now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-4837782156912785389?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/4837782156912785389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=4837782156912785389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/4837782156912785389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/4837782156912785389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-only.html' title='If Only...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-7518928306953989494</id><published>2007-09-06T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T01:57:16.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Martinis and ration packs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, i had a very tiring day...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With only 5 hours of sleep, i force myself up and made my way to school for the trip to pulau tekong BMTC to see the military facilities...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was a long and tiring trip...Went to visit my future home and understand more about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However the waiting time was kinda longer than the touring and activities time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perharps more planning shoould have been done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anway, i'll the cut the boring story short....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After tekong was like totally shagged...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However still went with Shawn for dinner then we went to Acid Bar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daniel Osgodby joined soon after....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The night was great with 1 for 1s plus the singer tonight was superb...&lt;br /&gt;Not only pretty but she has a powerful voice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Atmospehere was superb and songs match my emotions well too...&lt;br /&gt;I shall now let the pictures do the talking....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Rt7j_JEOPUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJVUKFgySkc/s1600-h/Image059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106769701389614402" style="CURSOR: hand" height="175" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Rt7j_JEOPUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJVUKFgySkc/s320/Image059.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Shawn on the ferry to PT ( Look like crap here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Rt7lYpEOPWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0mTkkXucCPA/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106771238987906402" style="WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="288" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Rt7lYpEOPWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0mTkkXucCPA/s320/Image060.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shawn with his martini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Rt7lrpEOPXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Gpg0xiRcBtk/s1600-h/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106771565405420914" style="CURSOR: hand" height="237" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Rt7lrpEOPXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Gpg0xiRcBtk/s320/Image061.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me with my martini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Rt7mapEOPYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/94-26JcVMcg/s1600-h/Image064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106772372859272578" style="CURSOR: hand" height="178" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Rt7mapEOPYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/94-26JcVMcg/s320/Image064.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yummy Apple Martini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Rt7nFZEOPZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TMICgMycIxQ/s1600-h/Image065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106773107298680210" style="CURSOR: hand" height="271" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Rt7nFZEOPZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TMICgMycIxQ/s320/Image065.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the BAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Rt7naJEOPaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lGNSCf4XovI/s1600-h/Image066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106773463780965794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Rt7naJEOPaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lGNSCf4XovI/s320/Image066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Something Special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Rt7nypEOPbI/AAAAAAAAABE/nKAiVO0gNOg/s1600-h/Image068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106773884687760818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Rt7nypEOPbI/AAAAAAAAABE/nKAiVO0gNOg/s320/Image068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Blanc(s) as well (Best beer ever)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Rt7oSZEOPcI/AAAAAAAAABM/oPGGd6fnNA8/s1600-h/Image069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106774430148607426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Rt7oSZEOPcI/AAAAAAAAABM/oPGGd6fnNA8/s320/Image069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, Mr Osgodby..lol... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, we ended the night of the Single Bachelors...Lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who needs a girlfriend when you have bros???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But, come to think of it, I DO!!!! LOl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want BOTH!!! Wishful yet honest....=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ps: I took all the nice pics ...Ugly one by shawn..Lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Everything seem so wrong...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Rt7kn5EOPVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Q5bO-E01EDs/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/29379773-7518928306953989494?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/7518928306953989494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=7518928306953989494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/7518928306953989494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/7518928306953989494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/09/martinis-and-ration-packs.html' title='Martinis and ration packs'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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://bp2.blogger.com/_sMwnd8vhMXM/Rt7j_JEOPUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJVUKFgySkc/s72-c/Image059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29379773.post-7223973076548154574</id><published>2007-09-03T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T03:26:40.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to exercise...</title><content type='html'>Damn, i really truely cant run...&lt;br /&gt;I had a time of hell on saturday after my 4x200m sprint...&lt;br /&gt;Shit, felt so weak, over stretched myself and puke my lunch out...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, this shows i really need exercise...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its the holidays and sad to say i've worked off my entire week 1...&lt;br /&gt;Which means i have 2 weeks left to complete my PP and also have fun...&lt;br /&gt;However, i still gotta work as well...Boring....&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, today went to the comex fair and damn, it was crowded...&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to buy my webcam there but the queue was too long in the end went down to sim lim square to get instead...Though i paid extra 3 bucks but it was still worth it...&lt;br /&gt;Save my queueing time....Then went down to far east to get Alan's addidas bag...50 percent off!&lt;br /&gt;Alan was a happy man so was i cause i got my webcam...Kekekeke...Camwhoring time..&lt;br /&gt;Life aint very interesting recently so yea, its pretty much a boring post...&lt;br /&gt;Life at workplace seem to have improve a little but i shall not expect too much...&lt;br /&gt;Bye people....yawnz... I love my webcam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-7223973076548154574?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/7223973076548154574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=7223973076548154574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/7223973076548154574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/7223973076548154574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-need-to-exercise.html' title='I need to exercise...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-3562938409132102713</id><published>2007-08-21T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T00:45:09.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrival of a "KING"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As the saying goes, curiosity kills the cat...&lt;br /&gt;Well, heres mine, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STUPIDITY KILLS THE SUPERVISOR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wondering why i'am saying this? Well, because there is a new supervisor at my work place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, this new supervisor is the dumbest supervisor i have ever had in my life working...&lt;br /&gt;He is SO FULL OF HIMSELF... He bosses everyone around, sets new rules and behaves like the king!&lt;br /&gt;Its sad he does not know, he has chose to mess with the &lt;strong&gt;wrong group&lt;/strong&gt; of people...&lt;br /&gt;Before i start telling you people about the story, i'll let you all know how things work...&lt;br /&gt;Before the "king" came, everyone worked happily...&lt;br /&gt;Things were in order, everyone knew their roles, both kitchen and runners...&lt;br /&gt;Due to the short temperedness of the head chef, the runners and ex supervisor always treated them with respect...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone were like friends and things went smoothly...&lt;br /&gt;To cut things short, the ex supervisor quit due to the miserable pay as a full timer and in comes the "king'...&lt;br /&gt;He underwent kinda like a 3 day pre trial before officalising yesterday as the supervisor...&lt;br /&gt;On his first day, he manages to piss &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; off, both kitchen staff and runners...&lt;br /&gt;He bosses us around, and sets dumb rules...&lt;br /&gt;Quotes from him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1) " Anyone who i catch skiving, out you go"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2)" Eh, i am the supervisor leh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3)" Eh, faster faster faster, why so slow?!?!?!?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following will be scenarios where you people will see how stupid he is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scenario 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old couple came into our half filled restaurant and sat down. They were being ushered to a 2 seater and they ordered quite a huge amount of food. However, our tables are relatively small in size and the couple will have a hard time dinning so they requested for a change to a 4 seater. *Mind you, the restaraunt is not packed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old man: Excuse me, we ordered quite a lot of food so can we move to a larger table?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;King:Huh? Change ah? Cannot cannot cannot. You only two person must sit here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old man: But we ordered quite alot of food. The table is small....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;King:Cannot, you all only 2 people, sit here... *walks off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old man&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:*&amp;amp;*(^*%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$##@@!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nick:*Lol, then walks to appease old man*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scenario 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young couple comes in and occupies a 4 seater.* The restaraunt is also quite empty* The king decided to act smart and splits up the two table so the couple was left with one. By splitting the tables, one of the table actually blocks the entrance from the kitchen to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jeffery, you split the table, block the enterance then how we walk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Erm........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Wah lao....Never mind....* Struts off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scenario 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A customer has ask for the cheque and so i presented the bill, collected the payment and passed it to the king. Amout due was 50.85, so customer gave 60. I then went into the kitchen to do my stuff. When i came out, i happen to saw the change the king return the customer. It was over $20 dollars....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eh Jefferey, you gave the wrong change!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Huh? Is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: *Puzzled look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me to customer: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sorry sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Haha, its okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King:*&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Relunctantly walks back to the cahsier for the right change*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scenario 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the kitchen at the drinks station minding my own business when the king enetered. He tried to re arrange the stuff and then he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King:&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eh, these plastic cups ah, put here like very inconvinient. Why dont you put there???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*points to a small cramped corner BEHIND the punch card machine*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHAT?! Put there, then when we rushing orders how to take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King:&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Erm...ya hor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pffts....*walks out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough of his stupidity scenarios. Now you shall watch or rather read how we GET back. We are not to be messed with...GRRRR....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the characters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Raymond-40s experienced full timer, at least 6 months working&lt;br /&gt;2)Sharon-Early 40s, experienced full timer, at least 6 months working&lt;br /&gt;3) Me-18, Cute,Nice,Handsome,experienced part timer, Nearly 2 months working&lt;br /&gt;4)Ella-21,New part timer, 2 days working...&lt;br /&gt;5)King-25, Acting King, lost bird, 3rd day working...&lt;br /&gt;6)Thommas-2o plus- Manager, partial owner of restaraunt, GAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scenario 5)&lt;br /&gt;King walks up to Raymond...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King:&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Eh raymond, why your cahsier conter sooooo messsyyyy ah???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;OH, messy is it? Wait ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*walks to kitchen grabes a garbage bag*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;:*Swpies everything on the counter into the bag, including cds, stapplers, recepits, basically things you find at a cashier*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King:&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Eh, you siao ah you?!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You say messy mah so i clear lo, also not mine....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*walks off and dumps the garbage bag outside the restaraunt*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King:*&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Too shocked to do anything, no choice went to pick from the garbage bag*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scenario 6)&lt;br /&gt;King acts in front of the customer, pretending to know the menu from back to back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Whats prawn cakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh....erm...wait ah...*walks towards raymond&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eh raymond, whats prawn cakes ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh prawn cakes ah, you know whats moon cake not? See before? Ah, Something like that lo...*sacarstic tone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King:...*&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pissed off face and walks away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scenario 7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally pissed off with the king. He did something irritating again and i walked into the kitchen cause i didn't want to see his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thommas:Hey nick, you ah you, why so mean to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hello, i where got mean? I treat him very nice already, talk to him nicely and all that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thommas: Sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ya....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Why you hire him ah???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thommas:Because he has been working in the FNB line..Got experience....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;OH, but ah, having experience is one thing, what about common sense???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Walks back to the floor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scenario 8)&lt;br /&gt;The restaraunt was empty and so the king was bossing around again. This time, he picked on sharon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eh sharon, next time please tie up your hair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But why? My hair has been like that all along and no one said anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just tie la, what if hair drop into food? I will make you all wear caps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You want me tie? Can, give me $250 to go rebond my hair straight again then i tie for you lo...*Struts off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Last scenario)&lt;br /&gt;A customer asked for the cheque so Raymond being the cashier collected the payment and went to process it. The king not seeing what had happen decided to act smart and collect payment from customer which is the job of the cashier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King:&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Excuse me, the payment is......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer:Oh , i paid to the other guy already....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King:*walks to raymond*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eh, why customer pay already nvr tell me?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond:" &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tell you for what? I am the cashier...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King:" &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eh, I AM THE SUPERVISOR HOR"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond:" &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;SO WHAT? Supervisor big ah? You no need to eat rice one is it? Huh? You eat rice, i also eat rice, whats so special about you????" *walks off to do his work*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King:*&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;fuming mad, but cannot do anything*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright guys, guess thats enough of bitching and drama for the night. I'll probably post something more constructive the next time. Oh ya, after knowing my character, the king has not messed with me as yet...If he does again, oh well, see what will happen to him next...lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-3562938409132102713?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/3562938409132102713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=3562938409132102713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/3562938409132102713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/3562938409132102713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/08/arrival-of-king.html' title='Arrival of a &quot;KING&quot;'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-903360358628839582</id><published>2007-08-19T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T00:05:00.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange</title><content type='html'>Strange how fast people change...&lt;br /&gt;Strange how when really close ones can suddenly pretend like you don't exist...&lt;br /&gt;Strange how individuals get so affected by glances of others...&lt;br /&gt;Strange why i'am even blogging like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you were me, all this wont seem strange at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so messed up that i aint sure of anything anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-903360358628839582?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/903360358628839582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=903360358628839582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/903360358628839582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/903360358628839582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/08/strange.html' title='Strange'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-8201956500338374149</id><published>2007-08-13T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:50:06.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Up...</title><content type='html'>Well, i'am kinda quite lost now...&lt;br /&gt;However lost aint exactly the right word to describe what i feel, but thats the closest...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i missed school again...By right i'am not suppose to, but by left my grades allows me to, plus i was really tired...&lt;br /&gt;I was just searching for an appropriate display pic to relate what i'am feeling but i cant find the right one...&lt;br /&gt;The ones at mess.be are kinda too normal or general..what i'am feeling is unique...&lt;br /&gt;Haha, okay, weird maybe...&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, i got my first D+ this semester...&lt;br /&gt;Damn, but thank God my daily grades and other test grades for that module should be able to neutralise this vicious D+ i hope...&lt;br /&gt;I've got an anncouncement to make...&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is officially INFESTED WITH DIKES....&lt;br /&gt;What are dikes?&lt;br /&gt;Females who behave like boys , commonly known as BUTCHES...&lt;br /&gt;I just made a simple observation and i realise that there were so many of them...&lt;br /&gt;Whats the world becoming into?&lt;br /&gt;Or what am i becoming into?&lt;br /&gt;*忽冷忽热，luke warm...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-8201956500338374149?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/8201956500338374149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=8201956500338374149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/8201956500338374149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/8201956500338374149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/08/mixed-up.html' title='Mixed Up...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-2473031147466155790</id><published>2007-08-09T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T23:07:57.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoe Frenzy</title><content type='html'>Attention please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick is no longer an Ah beng because I have cut my hair like finally...&lt;br /&gt;Haha...I feeel so refresh, i'am not exaggerating...&lt;br /&gt;I miss my forehead...Haven really seen it so clearly for a long long time...lol...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was great...&lt;br /&gt;Early morning went to cut my hair...After which went to meet alan and the rest....&lt;br /&gt;The guys accompanied me to queensway to get shoes...&lt;br /&gt;I only wanted to buy a pair of street soccer shoes and we were walking around when we came across this shop which was doing a closing down sale...&lt;br /&gt;Leather shoes were going at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;$10 per &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and dress shoes were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;$5 per pair!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Find another shop in singapore that beats that price man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the guys went crazy man...&lt;br /&gt;In total we bought &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;11 pairs&lt;/span&gt; of shoes in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.5 hours&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..the shop keeper was grinning from ear to ear sia....&lt;br /&gt;When we board the cab to town the uncle ask about our shopping and even he was influenced...&lt;br /&gt;Think he rush back to shop after we alighted...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i split up with the rest of the guys and met her...&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping ard for jo's present...&lt;br /&gt;Its until today that i realise i got pretty bad direction sense but still better than someone...lol...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we walked from malls to malls and i finally settled for something in P.U.M.A...&lt;br /&gt;Felt alittle bad made her walk so much...&lt;br /&gt;After shopping went to D.R for dinner...&lt;br /&gt;Saw my ex collegues...Haha...They haven change that much...&lt;br /&gt;Still as fun and the managers still as shitty...&lt;br /&gt;Felt a little nostalgic when i was there...&lt;br /&gt;Reminded me of the times when i was working there...&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, dinner was not too bad then after that it was home...&lt;br /&gt;I should say that i'am pretty thankful for today...Had not bad a time...Thanks for everything...&lt;br /&gt;Till next time...Ciao people...&lt;br /&gt;*J'essaye vraiment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-2473031147466155790?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/2473031147466155790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=2473031147466155790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/2473031147466155790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/2473031147466155790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/08/shoe-frenzy.html' title='Shoe Frenzy'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-3820768096676809135</id><published>2007-08-06T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T01:19:22.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Over...</title><content type='html'>Phew.... Its finally over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it has ended...&lt;br /&gt;All the tiring nights,the responsibilities, this and that....&lt;br /&gt;All over...&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the past few days, i really dread waking up in the morning....&lt;br /&gt;But i'am glad that there were friends who really saw me through the entire thing...&lt;br /&gt;The past few days allowed me to see and understand who really cares and who doesen really bother...&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess its only through difficult times when one actually realises more...&lt;br /&gt;True friends stick around you...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i just wanna thank those who were there for me...&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to name names, you all know who you are... =)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..Its back to school again tomorrow and there are so many things still left to be settled...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;I need to perservere!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a better day!!!!                                       I hope.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-3820768096676809135?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/3820768096676809135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=3820768096676809135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/3820768096676809135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/3820768096676809135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-over.html' title='Its Over...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-6885040004715516180</id><published>2007-08-02T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T14:14:49.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY WORST REGRET</title><content type='html'>Today i write the saddest lines...&lt;br /&gt;I dunno where to begin...&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather had just passed away earlier this morning...&lt;br /&gt;I received a call at 4 am in the morning and rushed down to my aunt's place...&lt;br /&gt;It was too late...He was already gone... Gone, at the eve of my 18th birthday....&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom i lived with for 16 years, someone who took care of me since birth had moved on...&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to react...&lt;br /&gt;I am sad, real sad...&lt;br /&gt;Not because i don't get to celebrate my 18th brthday, spend time with my friends and her out having fun...&lt;br /&gt;Not because i wont get to see my friends at least till next week...&lt;br /&gt;Not because I have to spend my birthday in a funeral palour...&lt;br /&gt;Not because of any of my personal interest....&lt;br /&gt;But because i failed to fullfill his last wish...A final goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;It was something simple and yet i couldn't do so...&lt;br /&gt;He had wanted to see me all this while but i , apparently was too pre occupied with my own life....&lt;br /&gt;I received a message from my aunt yesterday evening saying that my grandad wanted to see me and i said i'll be there on friday before hof but i guess that was too late for him...&lt;br /&gt;None of us had expected him to leave so suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;We all knew he was very sick but we never expected this to happen, at least not so sudden...&lt;br /&gt;I guess that when tragedy strikes, it catches everyone off guard...&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty strong just now in front of the rest, i didn't shed a tear...&lt;br /&gt;But now that i'am home alone, i just couldn't help myself...&lt;br /&gt;Now i really hate myself...&lt;br /&gt;Now, just hot from the oven, 3 more shit to worsen my day...&lt;br /&gt;1) Module Selection Rejected (2) Disciplinary Interwiew with the Dm (3) Rejection of promo video..&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be the worst birthday/regret in my entire 18 years of life.... =(&lt;br /&gt;And i am the biggest loser!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the suck! This is life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-6885040004715516180?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6885040004715516180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=6885040004715516180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/6885040004715516180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/6885040004715516180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-worst-regret.html' title='MY WORST REGRET'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-3488460230962920407</id><published>2007-07-29T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T23:37:20.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bundle of stuff</title><content type='html'>Alright, i'am gonna update a little about life before &lt;strong&gt;Appearance of Desire (Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;)...&lt;br /&gt;Have been really busy with lots of stuff especially the recent Musical...&lt;br /&gt;Thank God , Its finally over but i had fun...&lt;br /&gt;I think Region A really did a great job this time...&lt;br /&gt;Now that its over, probably gonna concentrate on school and work  again to keep myself busy...&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from a wedding dinner...&lt;br /&gt;Well, there goes another happy couple...All the best to them...&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, i am freaking proud to say &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" I FINALLY KNOW HOW TO TIE A TIE!!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its no big deal to most people but i'am happy because no one really taught me...&lt;br /&gt;I went online before the dinner and learnt it all by myself...&lt;br /&gt;It only took me 5 mins by the way....Wooohooo...&lt;br /&gt;Alright, thats about it, school's tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;I better discipline myself and stop skipping school...&lt;br /&gt;Last week's attendence was 2/5...&lt;br /&gt;This week gonna be 5/5 &lt;strong&gt;I HOPE&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;5 more days and I shall be ready for prison...lol..&lt;br /&gt;* Shit happens but so what? We all fail at some point or the other....Be strong!!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-3488460230962920407?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/3488460230962920407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=3488460230962920407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/3488460230962920407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/3488460230962920407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/07/bundle-of-stuff.html' title='A bundle of stuff'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-4491259045201399408</id><published>2007-07-17T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T23:18:10.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appearence of Desire (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anatomy of Missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drinking coke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a certain pleasure while being alone, in behaving or doing something in a way that the loved object enjoys (e.g. drinking coke when one does not usually fancy it). By absorbing the other’s pleasure as one’s own, one enjoys a momentary union of the bodies of the self and the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;More surrogates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attraction of the “bad boy” (a.k.a “bastard”) as a loved object consist in: wishing to go against general expectations of decorum; embracing one’s primitive instincts; being gently reminded of one’s abusive or negligent father, and, secretly desiring to tame both of them at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rigor Mortis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lover who fixes his relative role in the relationship will feel something amiss when the other behaves outside of his designated role. For example, the lover who usually plays the role of the “father figure” to his more “child like” partner may panic when the latter suddenly behaves “fatherly” such as being logical, disciplinarian, silent or calm. When this happens, the sense of relative superiority that he has always been in possession of falters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surrogate Mothers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend our entire life seeking surrogate mothers. In some of us or at times, these could come in the form of dates, flings or even eventual partners. In others or at times, we ourselves play surrogate mothers, especially when someone reminds us of having being left alone. The desire for the other comprises, in part, the wish to console the child who panicked upon the discovering his mother was missing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;           I can't help but agree to these. Do you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-4491259045201399408?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/4491259045201399408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=4491259045201399408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/4491259045201399408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/4491259045201399408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/07/appearence-of-desire-part-1.html' title='Appearence of Desire (Part 1)'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-1176863661587458724</id><published>2007-07-11T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T23:35:25.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson Learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today i'm gonna blog about an incident...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing extraordinary but it somehow made me think and reflect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Was on my way home just now when i saw a old and blind couple waiting for the bus at the bus stop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apparently, they were waiting for the same bus as i am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So i observed them all the way till i alighted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By looking at them, i cant help but feel for them... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I mean despite their handicap, they are SO independent..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They didn't wallow in their own misery but even work and make a living for themselves by selling tissue paper...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really admire their courage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tried to imagine myself blind, doubt i'll survive as well as they do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why don't you people try closing ur eyes all the way from the minute you step on the bus and predict your bus stop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously, its far from easy...Because most of you might just probably fall asleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, what I learn from this is to thank God and cherish what i have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sad to say that some of us, including myself sometimes grumble how misfortunate we are or why certain things happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe its time we should all wake up and start looking at our own lives...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*I really want to but am stopping myself...Check out " The Diary"...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-1176863661587458724?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/1176863661587458724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=1176863661587458724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/1176863661587458724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/1176863661587458724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/07/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson Learned'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-6227263066468293761</id><published>2007-07-08T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T01:12:24.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Worry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Damn, seriously i deserve to be killed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really don't like the way i feel man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can be happy and all and when the slightest ambiguity presents itself , i get all worried...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A word, a sentence ..blah...Little stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Goodness, am i just weird or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'am like kinda certain for awhile then the next thing i'am wondering again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Crap, doubt this kinda reaction will ever go away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thats something i'am certain about...Pfft...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-6227263066468293761?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6227263066468293761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=6227263066468293761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/6227263066468293761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/6227263066468293761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-worry.html' title='Happy Worry'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-1381878210811924480</id><published>2007-07-04T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T23:57:53.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It all starts with passion...&lt;br /&gt;The fundamental of all love...&lt;br /&gt;Happiness as i have said is short lived...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if you have&lt;strong&gt; 71 mins &lt;/strong&gt;to spare, do take time to check this out...&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool video about love and all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;---&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8rRFFi_stY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8rRFFi_stY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: Its the desire to accomplish and sometimes the process outweighs the outcome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-1381878210811924480?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/1381878210811924480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Post</title><content type='html'>Hello my darlings...Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Its 4am now and i'm blogging....&lt;br /&gt;The reason why i am not sleeping is because shawn is beside me right now...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gay dun worry... I'm &lt;strong&gt;straight&lt;/strong&gt; like a highway...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I watched transformers today with alan,rich,karen,shawn,jian wei and ken...&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, the first 10 mins of the film had problems...&lt;br /&gt;The focus was off the projector in the cinema, causing the film to be blur and people started complaining and grumbling...&lt;br /&gt;Some even left the cinema...Some went to scold the manager...&lt;br /&gt;Jian wei was one of them..Lol...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to cut the story short, we got &lt;strong&gt;FREE COMPLIMENTARY TICKET &lt;/strong&gt;for another show!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the show was disrupted for the first 10 mins, i would say tranformers is &lt;strong&gt;DAMN GOOD!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its super enetertaining, funny and the female lead is &lt;strong&gt;GORGEOUS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, she is super super super pretty...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy over her or whatsoever just find her very &lt;strong&gt;attractive&lt;/strong&gt; thats all...&lt;br /&gt;Jian wei kept mentioning how &lt;strong&gt;hot&lt;/strong&gt; she was after the movie...Lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly before i end this post, let me complain and boast a little...&lt;br /&gt;This week's classes are straight Bs classes...&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;ALMOST&lt;/strong&gt; got an A la...&lt;br /&gt;I did a super profressional clip in 2 hours and my facilitator and classmates were impressed. The only reason i got a B is because i was late!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Darn!!!&lt;br /&gt;Its so wasted..GRRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;I will post the video soon if i have the chance to...&lt;br /&gt;NO POST PRODUCTION...RAW FOOTAGE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Please stay tune to for my next post...&lt;br /&gt;I'll give u all a link to a very interesting 71mins video about love portray in a super arty farty way...&lt;br /&gt;Its not a movie though...Just watch and you all will know alright...&lt;br /&gt;Remember to &lt;strong&gt;TAG ME&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Iche verpasse sie*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-6714442696748090892?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6714442696748090892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=6714442696748090892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/6714442696748090892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/6714442696748090892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/06/read-this-post.html' title='Read This Post'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-8776770654279923546</id><published>2007-06-27T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T00:42:34.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Skin</title><content type='html'>Hey Folks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all can see, i have a new skin. Yes, it took me awhile to find this skin. I was looking and selecting for a few hours before settling for this. I only found this like 1 plus in the morning yesterday. Lol, i know it sounds like i don't have a life but i just didn't want to do anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, been really busy since school started. Like today and yesterday only left school at 9pm when the library closed. Had to do video editing, which is sad to say not completed yet still at this point of time. Sigh... Its a learning process but extremely tiring. Whats more we are facing some copyright issues now with the music. Grrr..Kill me please someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 2 lessons was pretty fun. First day did poems again and today was film Noir. Some complicated movement and techniques from the 1940s. Only thing i hate about school is tests and waking up early... Yawnz....Oh ya, on Monday i did stupid stuff in class. Took Jamie's scarf and went around irritating everyone with moulin rouge music playing in the background. I acted like one of the girls from the show. Haha, I know this sounds totally ridiculous but thats what boredom can do to me. No harm having a little fun in school right? Haha...Hmmm..Was just wondering what it would be like if i was a girl? Don't get me wrong, its just a thought only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly got 2 new tops from Pull and Bear. SALES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Strong recurring feelings*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-8776770654279923546?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/8776770654279923546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=8776770654279923546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/8776770654279923546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/8776770654279923546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-skin.html' title='New Skin'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-6281323497338583737</id><published>2007-06-24T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T00:10:53.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Rants</title><content type='html'>Alright, i'am gonna blog again...&lt;br /&gt;Been really busy with school and projects...&lt;br /&gt;Its so energy consuming...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness i have veronica mars...&lt;br /&gt;Apparently i have finish 3 seasons already but i read online they aint producing the fourth... DAMN!!!&lt;br /&gt;Also been scouting around for jobs...&lt;br /&gt;Went for 2 interviews already...&lt;br /&gt;One just now at NYDC while celebrating richard's bday...&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i can get a job soon so time pass by faster, i can get more money and i will be occupied so i wont think so much...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..Jazz seems to be my new kind of love...&lt;br /&gt;Thank to christopher, i've got 100 plus new jazz songs i think...&lt;br /&gt;I feel so jazzy now..Haha..Jazz songs make me so emo though sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;Like now the title is " You aint nobody till someone loves you"&lt;br /&gt;Well, what does that say?&lt;br /&gt;I notice something too, everyone seems to be attach or getting attach...&lt;br /&gt;Just whats going on man?&lt;br /&gt;*There seems to be no end to this...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-6281323497338583737?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29379773.post-2336295107508417521</id><published>2007-06-15T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T03:28:39.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so impressed</title><content type='html'>I love connie!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Who is connie?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, you guys will know after watching this.&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried too...&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant, simply brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;Be mesermerized...&lt;br /&gt;If only i had a daughter like that..Oh well...Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Link---&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QWNoiVrJDsE"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QWNoiVrJDsE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-2336295107508417521?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/2336295107508417521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=2336295107508417521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/2336295107508417521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/2336295107508417521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-so-impressed.html' title='I am so impressed'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-2891531069654601798</id><published>2007-06-09T05:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T05:25:02.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poem Call IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Something different this time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No more boring Nick's Life story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its a poem i came up with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You may think its cheesey or whatsoever but i don't care....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is nothing you can do about it...NaniNaniPoopoo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It hits you when you least expect it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It takes you on rides that you'll never forget...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It makes and breaks your day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is just like the wind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It has been around longer than anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is one of the strongest force that ever exist...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is almost impossible to explain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is in everyone one of us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is tangible, in fact very...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It can come in different forms...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It sometimes messes with your head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It gives meaning to life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is versatile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is eclectic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It has no definite explanation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It can be simple yet complicated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is being persued by many...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is an international language...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It can go on and on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is in me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is &lt;strong&gt;LOVE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thank You, I know i'am a genius...kekeke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Stay tune for more of my inspiration... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-2891531069654601798?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/2891531069654601798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=2891531069654601798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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it that way...&lt;br /&gt;Was on 8am duty but i woke up at 7.35am...&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why, i set the alarm and somehow, the sleepy half of me decide to turn it off...&lt;br /&gt;Its like some sub-concious thingy at work...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i still manged to get there on time...&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Qb and alan covered for me for the first 10 mins...&lt;br /&gt;Phew...&lt;br /&gt;I guess i have been quite homely this few days...&lt;br /&gt;Homely means staying home more often than i used to...&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why I feel tired and all...&lt;br /&gt;Probably its the busy schedule in school and...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, holidays are here but they don't seem like holidays to me because I still have to get back to school for WORKSHOPS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Grrr...I'am so gonna die...Yawnz...&lt;br /&gt;Watched Pirates 3 and zodiac...&lt;br /&gt;The standard of Pirates dropped but keira knightly is still as pretty...Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Plus Chow Yub Fatt's line "Welcome to Singapore" was simply cheesy...Lol...&lt;br /&gt;Can they come up with better catch phrases?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i think i should sleep soon because i might oversleep AGAIN tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;So bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Somehow, somewhere, its there...I just don't know how to face it...Just never felt this way   before...Am I doing the right thing???*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-6683720494887271054?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6683720494887271054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=6683720494887271054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/6683720494887271054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/6683720494887271054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/06/somewhere-there.html' title='Somewhere there...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-6582336755379325080</id><published>2007-05-31T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T00:52:54.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr RunAway...</title><content type='html'>Time flies in class...&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it does...&lt;br /&gt;School and my fun classmates help me to forget my problems...&lt;br /&gt;The work, the hype, the fun takes me to a place where it is problem free...&lt;br /&gt;At least the work load now is enough to kill me and distract me...&lt;br /&gt;Ironically its a relieve with more work...&lt;br /&gt;Obviously i'am running away, but i feel liberated that way...&lt;br /&gt;All the apathy somehow does not hit me that hard when i'am occupied...&lt;br /&gt;I don;t know how long i can run....But as far as I know, running seems to be the way out...&lt;br /&gt;The world is cruel, accpet that and life seems to be less tragic as it seems...&lt;br /&gt;*Are YOU refering to ME ???*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-6582336755379325080?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6582336755379325080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=6582336755379325080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/6582336755379325080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/6582336755379325080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/05/mr-runaway.html' title='Mr RunAway...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-2315506554930746569</id><published>2007-05-15T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:47:06.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not me...</title><content type='html'>I am so not myself these few days...&lt;br /&gt;I do things i don't normally do...&lt;br /&gt;Say things i don't normally say...&lt;br /&gt;React in ways i don't normally react...&lt;br /&gt;Think in ways i don't normally think...&lt;br /&gt;Wrong priorities...&lt;br /&gt;In short, I am losing myself...&lt;br /&gt;The irony is that i seem oblivious to all this that is happening...&lt;br /&gt;I cannot seem to explain why as well...&lt;br /&gt;Apathy would be the best word to describe me now...&lt;br /&gt;Help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-2315506554930746569?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/2315506554930746569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Two pieces of bread for the day...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know being hurt will make one full...&lt;br /&gt;*You act just like Veronica Mars*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-8397958766918819623?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/8397958766918819623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=8397958766918819623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/8397958766918819623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/8397958766918819623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/05/lost.html' title='Lost...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-4870783113830504472</id><published>2007-05-02T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T22:46:29.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Day...</title><content type='html'>Today was a long day for me...&lt;br /&gt;Covered rituals and function in performing arts in class...&lt;br /&gt;Each team had a tribe or group of people to research and present on...&lt;br /&gt;I got this certain dance from india which as pretty cool as well...&lt;br /&gt;A team had the maori people doing the &lt;strong&gt;HAKKA&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Which was totally cool....&lt;br /&gt;Actually my day in school was pretty okay...&lt;br /&gt;After school went to &lt;strong&gt;BOTAK JONES...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a coffeshop like cafe which serves good food at a cheap price...&lt;br /&gt;Western food to be exact...&lt;br /&gt;Portion are pretty big...&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know where, ask me....&lt;br /&gt;I ate 2 portions though....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the &lt;strong&gt;HIGHLIGHT&lt;/strong&gt; for today only came after g12...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DANIEL&lt;/strong&gt; was throwing rubbish at the common rubbish area when i hid behind a wall, &lt;strong&gt;JUMP OUT and SCARED THE SHIT OUTTA HIM....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol...I was bursting with laughter together with aik khim...&lt;br /&gt;You all should see the look on his&lt;strong&gt; FACE&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Why am i so bad?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;Its just &lt;strong&gt;funny&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Thats all...Bye...&lt;div 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Day...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-2104967948172636328</id><published>2007-04-21T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T21:29:19.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a week...</title><content type='html'>Yes, i survived my first week of school...&lt;br /&gt;Even though i was tired hald way through, i didn't skip any class yet...&lt;br /&gt;Thats improvement for me...&lt;br /&gt;Kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i 'am glad i am finally YEAR 2...&lt;br /&gt;Which means no more maths and science module...&lt;br /&gt;Its ARTS all the way man...&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully i have quite good classmates so far...&lt;br /&gt;I mean its a little too early to tell cause people normally put up a facade but i guess most of them should be okay even though i identified some idiots already...&lt;br /&gt;My modules rocks man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Digital Media Arts&lt;br /&gt;2)Arts criticism and analysis&lt;br /&gt;3)Creative Concepts&lt;br /&gt;4)Film Criticism and analysis&lt;br /&gt;5)History of the Arts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 different classes to go to and 5 pretty cool facilitators...&lt;br /&gt;1 ang mo, 1 journalist, some local director and etc...&lt;br /&gt;I watch films, critic art pieces, do advertisements and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;So school should not be a boredom for me...&lt;br /&gt;I think God is fair because he can give one a pretty face but a screwed up attitude...&lt;br /&gt;A very good example is a classmate of mine...&lt;br /&gt;She's that kinda girl which normal guys would find pretty attractive at first sight...&lt;br /&gt;However when you eventually talk to her, you realise how stuck up she is...&lt;br /&gt;She only sucks up to rich people plus she is damn lazy...&lt;br /&gt;How do i know?&lt;br /&gt;Cause a friend of mine happen to own 4 ipods and a imac book...&lt;br /&gt;So before she knew that, she gave her (my friend) this " i dun give a shit abt u look"&lt;br /&gt;But when she found out that she had 4 ipods, she was like smiling and talking to her...&lt;br /&gt;See, thats how fake people get...&lt;br /&gt;Sucks to see this kinda stuff during the first week of school but i guess this is what the world is like eh...&lt;br /&gt;Okay, other than this classmate, the rest are fine for now...&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'am gonna complain about the huge crowds of students everyday...&lt;br /&gt;Because of this year's intake of 4000 year 1 students, i repeat 4000 only yr 1 exculding yr 2 and 3, the school is extreamely pack...&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that we all share common breaktimes ,start and dismissal time...&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine how freaking pack the canteen is???&lt;br /&gt;People like me who cannot work w/o food will get pissed off because of the never ending queues at the food stall!!!&lt;br /&gt;Rarrrrr..... Will the school hurry the building of the new canteens...&lt;br /&gt;Two canteens with over 10 000 students is a killer...&lt;br /&gt;So is the bus interchange with ultra long queue of students waiting for the bus into school...&lt;br /&gt;Give us some breathing space!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thats all, i'am done complaining...&lt;br /&gt;*Food for thought, Why would one need 4 ipods anyway? Lol...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-2104967948172636328?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/2104967948172636328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=2104967948172636328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/2104967948172636328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/2104967948172636328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/04/after-week.html' title='After a week...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-3703944079272397186</id><published>2007-04-09T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T02:30:59.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying..</title><content type='html'>I'am trying my best to be who i should be...&lt;br /&gt;Doing the things that are right...&lt;br /&gt;Saying the right words...&lt;br /&gt;But somehow i just don't seem to be able to get it right?&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or i just cant meet up to the expectations?&lt;br /&gt;Can i just leave everyone and everything alone?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish i'am not me...&lt;br /&gt;I believe i'am not the only one who feels this way...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is how life is suppose to be?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know and i really don't wanna know...&lt;br /&gt;I'am so sick of everything right now...&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully when i wake up it will be a better day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-3703944079272397186?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/3703944079272397186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=3703944079272397186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/3703944079272397186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/3703944079272397186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/04/trying.html' title='Trying..'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-8271542997192169396</id><published>2007-04-02T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T00:19:48.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just me</title><content type='html'>I'am tired...&lt;br /&gt;I'am not that strong...&lt;br /&gt;*I want to ride into the sunset...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-8271542997192169396?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/8271542997192169396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=8271542997192169396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/8271542997192169396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/8271542997192169396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-me.html' title='Just me'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-4837884955942088355</id><published>2007-03-30T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T09:35:58.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom Writers</title><content type='html'>Freedom writers is a damn good movie...&lt;br /&gt;3.5/4&lt;br /&gt;I recommand all to go watch...&lt;br /&gt;You will definitely come out inspired...&lt;br /&gt;Bring along a packet of tissue paper as well...&lt;br /&gt;*Everyone is fighting against something...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-4837884955942088355?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/4837884955942088355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=4837884955942088355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/4837884955942088355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/4837884955942088355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/03/freedom-writers.html' title='Freedom Writers'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-952145369054373502</id><published>2007-03-25T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T00:01:34.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matters of the heart</title><content type='html'>Let HIS will be done...&lt;br /&gt;Its too complicated to be understood...&lt;br /&gt;Somethings are beyond my control...&lt;br /&gt;*I'am no superman...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-952145369054373502?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/952145369054373502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=952145369054373502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/952145369054373502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/952145369054373502'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;*To be or not to be?*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-5854848906543123585?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/5854848906543123585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=5854848906543123585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/5854848906543123585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/5854848906543123585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-thought.html' title='I thought...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-3411824322831075453</id><published>2007-03-20T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T09:49:53.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oceans apart...</title><content type='html'>On Mc again today...&lt;br /&gt;Not because of fever, not because of my bad throat but because of my nail...&lt;br /&gt;Wait, half of my toe nail..&lt;br /&gt;Its gone...&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cause the doc cut it off...&lt;br /&gt;Ingrown toenail...Was bleeding quite a bit at the clinic...&lt;br /&gt;Its not as painful as i thought it would be but still damn painful...&lt;br /&gt;I imagine the pain to be 5 times greater so that when it happen i will be prepared...&lt;br /&gt;Smart right? I know...&lt;br /&gt;I was just looking through some stuff just now..&lt;br /&gt;And i cant help but smile to myself..&lt;br /&gt;I'am not crazy, just missing the old times...&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the gap is widening now and then...&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if i;am being sensitive but i really hope i am...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...Is being busy an excuse for myself as well???&lt;br /&gt;Whats worst is that another situation has worsen to the state of no contact..&lt;br /&gt;Even initiated contact brings no result..&lt;br /&gt;Is it delibrate? Or are you put in a spot as well?&lt;br /&gt;I know much have happen but what had happen don't mean anything at all?&lt;br /&gt;I can only say i'am disappointed and sad but theres nothing i can do about it...&lt;br /&gt;I respect ur decision if you think running away is the best way out...&lt;br /&gt;"You stepped in, made a difference BUT walked out just like that"&lt;br /&gt;*Its 2 person i'am talking about...Readers if u dunno, dont assume...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-3411824322831075453?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/3411824322831075453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=3411824322831075453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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contributing to my psp fund but i have to be sick...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Watched The Pursuit Of Happiness...&lt;br /&gt;Happiness can only be pursuit not achieved...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I haven achieve mine yet..&lt;br /&gt;Instead it seems to be furthur away now...&lt;br /&gt;I kinda am more sensitive these days...&lt;br /&gt;Emotions seem to sway more...&lt;br /&gt;But what to do?&lt;br /&gt;Sian..am so sick of being like this...&lt;br /&gt;*Oceans apart*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-154299392373911749?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/154299392373911749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=154299392373911749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/154299392373911749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/154299392373911749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/03/sick.html' title='s.i.c.k'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-2052259956512090935</id><published>2007-03-12T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T01:14:14.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT</title><content type='html'>Its like an elevator...&lt;br /&gt;It never stops moving up and down...&lt;br /&gt;It controls the decision i make...&lt;br /&gt;It controls the things i say...&lt;br /&gt;It allows the thoughts and ideas to come...&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel this way now...&lt;br /&gt;I dont like the way i'am feeling now...&lt;br /&gt;I know it is a never ending circle...&lt;br /&gt;I cant control the way my heart feels...&lt;br /&gt;I can try but...&lt;br /&gt;*IT JUST NEVER ENDS*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-2052259956512090935?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/2052259956512090935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=2052259956512090935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/2052259956512090935'/><link 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getting very edgy this few days...&lt;br /&gt;So try not to irritate me or i'll just kill you...&lt;br /&gt;Took a cab today and this driver gave me a lecture about his perspective of life...&lt;br /&gt;About how one should NOT get married and be tied down...&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah... I was laughing (at him) all the way...&lt;br /&gt;He even thought me how to keng for army...&lt;br /&gt;What nonsense...&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was damn irritating..Paid 8.50 for indian food which cost like 4 plus 5...&lt;br /&gt;Somemore portion so little and not nice...&lt;br /&gt;Grr...End up eating donuts and egg tarts...&lt;br /&gt;A long way to go..&lt;br /&gt;*Nick is sick of _____________*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-1696373168515390570?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/1696373168515390570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=1696373168515390570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/1696373168515390570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/1696373168515390570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-work.html' title='New work...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-9186512619865054880</id><published>2007-02-21T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:40:14.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored at home...</title><content type='html'>Alright, i spend the whole of today at home...&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping,eating,watching movies and slacking...&lt;br /&gt;I watched John tucker must die and it was funny...&lt;br /&gt;Its the kinda show that a girl who has been dumped would like to watch...&lt;br /&gt;I'am not saying that i got dumped or i'am a girl just that the show was nice...&lt;br /&gt;And pretty true...Some parts that is...&lt;br /&gt;Well, from this post, you can tell how bored i am...&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lazy these days..&lt;br /&gt;Haha..Pig year pig me...&lt;br /&gt;Think i shall go back to my game...&lt;br /&gt;*I wanna catch your wave...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-9186512619865054880?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/9186512619865054880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=9186512619865054880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/9186512619865054880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/9186512619865054880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/02/bored-at-home.html' title='Bored at home...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-5469581954640530623</id><published>2007-02-17T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T00:04:33.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Well,its the new year again....&lt;br /&gt;Time just zoom past like that...&lt;br /&gt;I don't think new year new beggining...&lt;br /&gt;I feel that its like a continuation of what was left dangling...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i realise that in life we sometimes have to learn to close one eye...&lt;br /&gt;For example, we must learn to accept the fact that the house cannot be completely clean...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, those of you whom tried sweeping u all will understand what i am saying...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i feel troubled...&lt;br /&gt;I have a list of things i need to attend to...&lt;br /&gt;Like that 3 in 1 printer lying on the floor of my room...&lt;br /&gt;Its been there since what, christmas?&lt;br /&gt;And i needa go send my handphone for checking...&lt;br /&gt;The com is starting to act strangly (desktop)&lt;br /&gt;I needa get a new adapter for my labtop...&lt;br /&gt;That means going down to jurong east again...&lt;br /&gt;And some things just never seem to go away...&lt;br /&gt;Well....I feel so tired man...&lt;br /&gt;A big whatever to the stuff i needa do...&lt;br /&gt;Bye...&lt;br /&gt;*Its there at the corner of my mind...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-5469581954640530623?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/5469581954640530623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=5469581954640530623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/5469581954640530623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/5469581954640530623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-8544153254895992294</id><published>2007-02-15T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T23:51:10.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Determined...</title><content type='html'>Well, guess i'am feeling a little better...&lt;br /&gt;Just a little...&lt;br /&gt;But i'am still bothered...&lt;br /&gt;Did shopping again but couldn't find anything...&lt;br /&gt;Went to visit hwee min...&lt;br /&gt;She looks quite happy...&lt;br /&gt;There were alot of people there also...&lt;br /&gt;Miss popular...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope she recovers soon...&lt;br /&gt;The valentine hoo haa is finally over...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone back to their normal lives...&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if u are deeply in love, every day is valentine...&lt;br /&gt;*Actions speak louder than words...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-8544153254895992294?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/8544153254895992294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=8544153254895992294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/8544153254895992294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/8544153254895992294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/02/determined.html' title='Determined...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-5001153264904214728</id><published>2007-02-14T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T22:21:18.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubled...</title><content type='html'>I feel so troubled...&lt;br /&gt;I never felt so troubled since a long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;I guess my heart wont be at rest until i know what is exactly wrong....&lt;br /&gt;I believe that this is the consequence of my mistake...&lt;br /&gt;Well, only God can help now...&lt;br /&gt;If only i can turn back time...&lt;br /&gt;* =( *&lt;div 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title='Troubled...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-1341463739866464099</id><published>2007-02-12T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T01:03:48.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>Alright, i'am simply so exhausted now...&lt;br /&gt;I did not sleep for 30 hours straight...&lt;br /&gt;Went for class bbq on sunday and was awake all the way till this afternoon 3 plus...&lt;br /&gt;Madness...&lt;br /&gt;Had fun yesterday at the bbq...&lt;br /&gt;Its so sad, just when everyone is really bonding, its the end of the semester already...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone parts way...&lt;br /&gt;Its just so wasted thanks to RP's "system"&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i sort of expected that day to come but i believe that if me and the guys make effort to stay in contact we will still be making merry next sem..Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first time i tried bathing in school...&lt;br /&gt;Louis, Shawn,Ronny and Me got to school at 6.45 am just to bathe because we were all sticky and smelly after the bbq at ashlee's place...&lt;br /&gt;Boy, the water was sure cold...&lt;br /&gt;The guys felt that since we paid school fees, we should make the most outta it..&lt;br /&gt;Haha...After bathing, we went back to class and slept till our facilitator came...&lt;br /&gt;Haha...She was shocked to see us sleeping on the tables and ronny on the floor...&lt;br /&gt;Lesson ended at 11.30 am(earliest in history) and we end to eat before going home...&lt;br /&gt;Mum just got home from thailand...&lt;br /&gt;The days to living alone for the past 5 days is over...&lt;br /&gt;Did some much, seen so much...&lt;br /&gt;*An end, a new beginning, love stays the same...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-1341463739866464099?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/1341463739866464099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=1341463739866464099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/1341463739866464099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/1341463739866464099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/02/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-2782173967222252628</id><published>2007-02-08T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T01:03:49.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it the opposite that always happen?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when you are late, there ain't a cab?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when you are in a rush, people block your way?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when you are tired, there ain't a seat on the bus?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when you are broke, there are more bills to pay?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when you like someone, they don't seem to respond but others keep coming?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when you start to cherish something its gone?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it bad things happen when you least expect them to?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it i am typing all this?&lt;br /&gt;I duno...Guess thats what i realise...&lt;br /&gt;FYI, i am not emo...Just thinking...&lt;br /&gt;Gonna finish my year 1 in RP very soon...&lt;br /&gt;Time passes by damn fast when you are busy...&lt;br /&gt;Well, last week of school,valentine's coming,new yr coming, holidays starting, work starting...&lt;br /&gt;Busy busy busy...&lt;br /&gt;*How come i don't know what to say?*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-2782173967222252628?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/2782173967222252628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=2782173967222252628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/2782173967222252628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/2782173967222252628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/02/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-3023106022443682409</id><published>2007-02-03T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:12:28.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving at ntuc?</title><content type='html'>Alright...&lt;br /&gt;I  am so dead tired now...&lt;br /&gt;My arms are breaking and so are my legs...&lt;br /&gt;Have been walking and exercising non stop since like 10am till like 10.30 pm...&lt;br /&gt;Met alan early then went to ACER building to get my lappy fix...&lt;br /&gt;Its at jurong east...Sian....&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to IMM for breakfast plus lunch...&lt;br /&gt;Food there was okay...&lt;br /&gt;We walked around and ended up in best denki...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alan was STUCK at the psp section....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's like "I WANT PSP!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Look at his msn nick and u all will know...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, those of u interested in PSP can go to best denki...&lt;br /&gt;They doing some package thingy...&lt;br /&gt;We finally left the the PSP section then went to sim lim square....&lt;br /&gt;We scouted the place in and out and i finally bought my hardisk...&lt;br /&gt;120G Seagate hardisk...WAahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Prison break, Veronica Mars, Heros and all the movies wait for me...&lt;br /&gt;After sim lim, went to heart.sports then met my mum for dinner and grocery shopping...&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, look at the crowd in the hypermart and u will die...&lt;br /&gt;I was controling the trolley and i realise controling the trolley is like driving...&lt;br /&gt;Very similar just that no need to use petrol and &lt;strong&gt;PAY ERP...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol...&lt;br /&gt;I admit i'am quite good with trolleys...&lt;br /&gt;At least i didn't knocked into anyone...&lt;br /&gt;Can manuver here and there, do sharp turns...&lt;br /&gt;Foo, i rock..Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Must be the shopping training and Emit work where i push Ticas here and there...&lt;br /&gt;Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Well, i lazy blog already cause i'am at the desk not like usually when i'am on my bed with my lappy...&lt;br /&gt;So, bye...&lt;br /&gt;*Getting it right again...Trying at least....*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-29379773.post-5266647265681270186</id><published>2007-02-01T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T11:24:39.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed up...</title><content type='html'>Sigh, My labtop is screwed up...&lt;br /&gt;So am I...&lt;br /&gt;Dunno about myself this few days...&lt;br /&gt;Dragging my feet to almost everything...&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need sleep...&lt;br /&gt;Lots of it...&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so sleepy in class now and whats worst, i don't know a thing about programming...&lt;br /&gt;The only reason i attend certain lessons is because i dun wanna drag my grades further down anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Have to go to Acer building soon to repair the stupid Lappy...&lt;br /&gt;It always has this loud continous beeping sound when i on it...&lt;br /&gt;Shit happens all at one go...&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my labtop doesen die on me...&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my old house yesterday to collect my letters...&lt;br /&gt;It felt really strange...&lt;br /&gt;What seem so familiar once felt weird to me...&lt;br /&gt;The path i normally take, the shop i pass by, the bus stop i always alight,the lift,walkway...&lt;br /&gt;It just felt distant...&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is the feeling when one leaves a place for too long without returning...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this will happen towards other humans as well...&lt;br /&gt;When u dun communicate with one for too long, thats what u get...&lt;br /&gt;The strange unknown feeling...&lt;br /&gt;Well,too sleepy to think of what to blog anymore cause there is just too much...&lt;br /&gt;So bye...&lt;br /&gt;*I don't know who i am...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-5266647265681270186?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/5266647265681270186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=5266647265681270186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/5266647265681270186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/5266647265681270186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/02/screwed-up.html' title='Screwed up...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-5239124505034147046</id><published>2007-01-28T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T01:36:32.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>f.r.i.e.n.d.s.</title><content type='html'>Friends...&lt;br /&gt;I believe no one can live without friends..&lt;br /&gt;The people whom stand by you...&lt;br /&gt;Was just thinking, do best friends exist?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;Its like this question that falls in a grey area...&lt;br /&gt;Yes and No...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe best friends do exist but they cannot be there for u all the time...&lt;br /&gt;But arent best friends suppose to go through shit with u?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...Best friends are suppose to stick by each other...&lt;br /&gt;But best friends fall out also...&lt;br /&gt;So what defines a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;For now, A might be ur best friend cause u spend most of ur time with him or her...&lt;br /&gt;What if circumstances disallow that and u slowly drift apart and in comes B ?&lt;br /&gt;I think making friends is one thing but maintaining it is another...&lt;br /&gt;Well well...&lt;br /&gt;*Wrong wrong wrong...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-5239124505034147046?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/5239124505034147046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=5239124505034147046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/5239124505034147046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/5239124505034147046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/01/friends.html' title='f.r.i.e.n.d.s.'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-1578519574450900248</id><published>2007-01-24T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T23:47:33.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school...</title><content type='html'>Well, i have been back to school for quite some days already...&lt;br /&gt;Kinda getting use to school life again...&lt;br /&gt;Taking tests and doing presentations...&lt;br /&gt;My IG is reopening soon...&lt;br /&gt;Haha...Which means i get to play softball soon...&lt;br /&gt;Which means i will exercise , which means i wont be fat but fit...&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Something funny which shocked me as well happen in the office...&lt;br /&gt;I shall not say what but was kinda embaressed...&lt;br /&gt;Grr...I should be more careful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received news from a friend that his friend had died...&lt;br /&gt;Died of leukemia...He's only around my age...&lt;br /&gt;This news reminded me that how fragile life is and how I have always took each day for granted...&lt;br /&gt;We/I always live each day as if tomorrow WILL come...&lt;br /&gt;I think its high time we cherish each new day that God has given to us...&lt;br /&gt;Its time to appreciate the presence of people whom we care about...&lt;br /&gt;Cause tomorrow might afterall NOT come...&lt;br /&gt;Are our priorities in the right order it should be?&lt;br /&gt;I'am not saying mine is, but at least i'am still trying...&lt;br /&gt;*Love comes in all form, each differing for an individual...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-1578519574450900248?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/1578519574450900248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=1578519574450900248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/1578519574450900248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/1578519574450900248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-8262445031913265146</id><published>2007-01-22T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T01:01:04.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Sacarstic shitheads...</title><content type='html'>I hate sacarstic assholes...&lt;br /&gt;Yes...&lt;br /&gt;I totally hate people who make use of others when they need benefits...&lt;br /&gt;So screw you....&lt;br /&gt;Leader still like that...&lt;br /&gt;Fly a kite sucker...&lt;br /&gt;You are officially on my shit list...&lt;br /&gt;*So what if u are eloquent?You are just another loser in my sight...Buzz off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-8262445031913265146?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/8262445031913265146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=8262445031913265146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/8262445031913265146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/8262445031913265146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-hate-sacarstic-shitheads.html' title='I hate Sacarstic shitheads...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-7250197171874193574</id><published>2007-01-20T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T04:26:40.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not coincidental...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would not consider this being coincidental...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Lord sure reacts fast and in ways I least expect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-7250197171874193574?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/7250197171874193574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=7250197171874193574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/7250197171874193574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/7250197171874193574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-coincidental.html' title='Not coincidental...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-4922180576483455057</id><published>2007-01-18T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T01:15:47.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some thoughts...</title><content type='html'>I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;The following things i'am gonna blog about are my thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking through my life...&lt;br /&gt;I realised that there are alot important people who crossed paths with me...&lt;br /&gt;Notice, its crossed..Not anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Its like people who once made an impact in my life, people who meant something to me,&lt;br /&gt;Now gone...&lt;br /&gt;Gone as in not gone literally but just not so much in contact anymore...&lt;br /&gt;We often give ourselves excuses like busy, duties..Blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;But wont life be a little wasted if you just let important people just leave like that...&lt;br /&gt;However, sometimes we want to do somthing but find ourselves powerless to do so...&lt;br /&gt;Shit...&lt;br /&gt;I'am not being emo or whatsoever...&lt;br /&gt;But this has been in my mind for quite some time...&lt;br /&gt;People whom i think about, things that are needed to be done, unaccomplished...&lt;br /&gt;If everyone seriously starts recalling and form a list of people who touched your life and whom u dun contact anymore, its kinda saddening...&lt;br /&gt;I mean, do feelings fade away that easily?&lt;br /&gt;For me, they don't....&lt;br /&gt;But stuff like duty comes in and all thought and feelings gets pushed aside?&lt;br /&gt;Will we people ever break free from this cycle of doing things this way?&lt;br /&gt;Behaving like what we so called being  ''Normal"&lt;br /&gt;I really dunno...&lt;br /&gt;What i know is that it takes extra effort to maintain relationship and circumstances often forbids us to do so..&lt;br /&gt;Its about how much you are willing to sacrifice....&lt;br /&gt;If life is gonna be lived this manner, i find it a little ''unmaximised''&lt;br /&gt;I'll end with a question...&lt;br /&gt;Why do people get attract to funerals and babies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-4922180576483455057?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/4922180576483455057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=4922180576483455057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/4922180576483455057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/4922180576483455057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-some-thoughts.html' title='Just some thoughts...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-4989416496735974042</id><published>2007-01-18T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T00:40:55.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong priorities...</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;I kinda have been skipping school for pretty long...&lt;br /&gt;Feeling kinda guilty...I think i am walking by the edge..&lt;br /&gt;In terms of my grades that is...&lt;br /&gt;So i have decided to go get my As once again back at school...&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, should i chiong super hard to get a diploma with honest...&lt;br /&gt;It requires As for 12 modules and i have like A for one module?&lt;br /&gt;Lol..I hav another 18 modules more before i graduate...&lt;br /&gt;So i gotta make a choice right now...&lt;br /&gt;Well, i gotta buck up thats for sure...&lt;br /&gt;Sales is currently bout 11k...&lt;br /&gt;The target has been change to 15k...&lt;br /&gt;So i'am like 4k behind but i'am already very lazy...&lt;br /&gt;Lol..So i guess i wont be calling that much...&lt;br /&gt;I'am kinda tired and confuse..&lt;br /&gt;Over what, i also dunno...&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Have been reading 5 people you meet in heaven...&lt;br /&gt;Its a good book...&lt;br /&gt;Interesting filled with nice quotes...&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what to blog about so i'am gone...&lt;br /&gt;*In every life, there is one true-love snapshot...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-29379773.post-4426313008382699639</id><published>2007-01-15T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T01:12:39.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an update</title><content type='html'>Okay...&lt;br /&gt;Just felt an urge to blog so here i am blogging...&lt;br /&gt;So far so good...&lt;br /&gt;Sales has been doing fine...&lt;br /&gt;Even though i'am not top but its okay..&lt;br /&gt;My sales not bad...&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow and tuesday kinda nothing much to do...&lt;br /&gt;My school open house so i shall stay home and ZzzzzZzzz&lt;br /&gt;Unless someone decides to date me?&lt;br /&gt;Any takers?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha....Warning, i'am broke....&lt;br /&gt;Today was kinda boring...&lt;br /&gt;Went to church then cut my hair...&lt;br /&gt;My mum says its ugly...&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;But i think its okay...&lt;br /&gt;Looks kinda more beng...&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not...&lt;br /&gt;Then met with the rest of the guys play x box, went shopping for skinny jeans...&lt;br /&gt;$80 @ Topshop ....&lt;br /&gt;Sucks..Who wanan buy for me???&lt;br /&gt;After that slack @ hans,eat blueberry crumble...&lt;br /&gt;Yummy...&lt;br /&gt;Vir came, we all went eat dinner...&lt;br /&gt;Some left after dinner...&lt;br /&gt;Then left me ,nel and vir...&lt;br /&gt;So we go play pool awhile...&lt;br /&gt;Give Vir some training....Lol...&lt;br /&gt;My new tu di...&lt;br /&gt;Pool lessons are now available by mua...&lt;br /&gt;Rates depend on who you are...&lt;br /&gt;Some ppl free...Lol...&lt;br /&gt;Thats all...&lt;br /&gt;Its back to calling tomorrow evening...&lt;br /&gt;Work work work...$$$ come!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*An orange song and melody of you..*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-29379773.post-978491516794026064</id><published>2007-01-11T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T23:51:07.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'am surprised..</title><content type='html'>Well well, know about the parent i was refering to previously?&lt;br /&gt;Guess what,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; SHE ACTUALLY CAME BACK TO PAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lol, funny right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'am damn surprise la...&lt;br /&gt;So much for " i have no time to hear from you"&lt;br /&gt;See, this is what i mean by don't say what you don't mean...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of sales talk...&lt;br /&gt;I have not been going to school for long..&lt;br /&gt;Darn, i feel kinda bad...&lt;br /&gt;I should start taking school seriously again...&lt;br /&gt;Been so busy these few days that i don't even have time to cut my hair...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i think the situation is damn tense and competitive now in the office..&lt;br /&gt;Its like this mini rat race going on..&lt;br /&gt;I know people don;t seem stressed on the surface, but i can feel the atmosphere la...&lt;br /&gt;Its like this tensed up feeling...&lt;br /&gt;The one you get before running a race...&lt;br /&gt;Well, heck care ah...&lt;br /&gt;I don't really bother even if i dun get top..&lt;br /&gt;I wont get to go chengmai also..&lt;br /&gt;Got school what...&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's UT, sucks...&lt;br /&gt;Hope i can pass...&lt;br /&gt;My life now is Work, Eat, Sleep....&lt;br /&gt;*I've been exiled to calcuta*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-978491516794026064?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/978491516794026064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=978491516794026064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/978491516794026064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/978491516794026064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/01/iam-surprised.html' title='I&apos;am surprised..'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-1330219119375758196</id><published>2007-01-08T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T23:54:16.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed Of to the max....</title><content type='html'>The following post is gonna be me bitching about an extreamly irritating parent who is so damn freaking rude that the word manners if were to be found in her dictionary would be like one finding sun in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those with a low tolerence of me complaining, please do not continue reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started out perfectly fine and normal...&lt;br /&gt;I was happy with what i was doing and satisfied with my job....&lt;br /&gt;Everything went as usual till night came and i had to do calling...&lt;br /&gt;I called through my list and just as i was about to make my 2nd last call, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shit Happened&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A student picked up my call and was ready for a subscription but her mum wanted to speak to me...For a sales person, if experienced enough, talking to parents would be a breeze cause it would be easier to talk and convince them, but not for this _ITCH.( Fill in the blank)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FYI: Parents love me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First, she talked to me in that i owe the whole world tone. Thats still okay with me. Next she started demanding details to be emailed to her like how much the subscription is, what my company is about, when would the subscription end, what free gift would she get and 1000 thousand other things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I then explained to her who i was, my company background and what we do. Next she started saying that she's some business women working in F_ _ S_ _ ( i dun wanna name the company).She says that she is experience and very very busy that she does not have time to hear me out. She claims to have deal with many people and i'am only a " small boy talking to an experience old women". Bloody hell, i dun give a shit whether you are 80 or 180 cause ur attitude simply sucks. She then doubted my company claiming that she wanted a verifictaion letter from TIME to prove that we are the only sole agent carrying the mags as subscription.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eh, i mean use your damn brains la, if you have any. If everyone demands that crap wont TIME be so damn busy printing verifictaion letters instead of magazines.After that she mistook me for my competitor's company and started gaving me a whole 5 mins lecture about her subscription was terminated without explaination. SHIT YOU. Listen i am from TIME not NW. Goodness, business women have hearing problems? It aint a surprise to me that ur subscription was terminated man, maybe it was done on purpose by the other company due to your "i know it all shitty attidude."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last but not least comes the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ULTIMATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; portion. Its probably the best part. She demanded for extra free gifts over what other students would normally get. WTH. Still wanan act high class. The way you behave like some typical auntie shopping during sales la. You think what, buying at ntuc ah, free this free that. If every parent ask me for free gift company sure bankrupt what. Even then i was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;talking to her in a nice tone that i have to be fair to other students. Next, you guys wont believe this. She started preaching to me about how life is unfair blah blah blah. Hello, if life is unfair to you, then TOO BAD. Most prob will have to do with your stinky attitude la.Hey, I rather not earn your sales sia. Watse my time. In short, 3 words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FLY A KITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cause i don't buy that kinda crap...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh ya, when your daughter fails GP, Me and the rest of the team are gonna take a queue number to talke turns to laugh at you.. I'll be first in the line...You can bet on that....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Sales people are generally nice, until you piss us off*&lt;/p&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/29379773-1330219119375758196?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/1330219119375758196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=1330219119375758196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/1330219119375758196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/1330219119375758196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/01/pissed-of-to-max.html' title='Pissed Of to the max....'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-1768615931364621864</id><published>2007-01-06T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T23:50:44.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love hiding under my BLANKET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just love to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*I cant explain the way i feel...Hmm...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-1768615931364621864?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/1768615931364621864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=1768615931364621864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/1768615931364621864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/1768615931364621864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/01/random-post.html' title='Random post'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-6010689919873206298</id><published>2007-01-06T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T00:53:46.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worn out...</title><content type='html'>3rd day of sales...&lt;br /&gt;Target:$25000&lt;br /&gt;Sales:$1134&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i've got a long way to go...&lt;br /&gt;Even though i'am a little disappointed today, but i shall not give up...&lt;br /&gt;The sales team this year pretty strong...&lt;br /&gt;I guess i need to warm up my old rusty engine and thicken my skin to compete....&lt;br /&gt;I'am like quite worn out these few days...&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping at 2 plus or 11 plus, waking at 5.30 am...&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, i'am getting old...Haha..&lt;br /&gt;Not so energetic anymore...&lt;br /&gt;3 days of sales and i feel as if i got no life...&lt;br /&gt;Lol...&lt;br /&gt;The movie today spoke to me...&lt;br /&gt;In quite a few ways...&lt;br /&gt;Not that i'am a bad salesperson, nope, I don't lie...&lt;br /&gt;Very honest in fact...&lt;br /&gt;Hahas..Well, its a long battle ahead...&lt;br /&gt;Thank God my classmate just told me that the irritating,annoying,weird,bias,stupid,sucky...etc... science facilitator is GONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes ah..The new one is so nice...My classies told me, i haven met her yet...&lt;br /&gt;Heard she has this x factor and looks like Ou shuan...Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Made a few new friends so far...&lt;br /&gt;Not bad...heex...&lt;br /&gt;Now its time to recharge, restrategise and think about some stuff...&lt;br /&gt;Bye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-6010689919873206298?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6010689919873206298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=6010689919873206298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/6010689919873206298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/6010689919873206298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/2007/01/worn-out.html' title='Worn out...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00197112809554480143</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-29379773.post-2853903847024957672</id><published>2007-01-03T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T23:52:02.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of work..</title><content type='html'>Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;First day of work..&lt;br /&gt;Is it considered a bad start?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;All I know is just keep repeating what i say over and over again...&lt;br /&gt;Its like playing a song on repeat...&lt;br /&gt;Sucks...&lt;br /&gt;This year J1 students, getting more naughty compared to previous years...&lt;br /&gt;Kids this days getting from bad to worse...&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning, chiong again...&lt;br /&gt;Battle starts at 5.45 am...&lt;br /&gt;Shibana...&lt;br /&gt;Don't know whether can wake up or not first...&lt;br /&gt;Sian...&lt;br /&gt;Work work work...&lt;br /&gt;$$$ come come come pls...&lt;br /&gt;Target :$25000&lt;br /&gt;Sales:$0&lt;br /&gt;Lol..&lt;br /&gt;Needa sleep soon..charge energy, so bye....&lt;br /&gt;*Should I?*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-2853903847024957672?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29379773.post-6051782695765880284</id><published>2007-01-01T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T17:46:19.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year to all...&lt;br /&gt;Well, its the start of the new year again...&lt;br /&gt;New challanges,new people,new obstacles,new happiness?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...2006 seem to have just zoom past like that...&lt;br /&gt;Lots of memories,pain,joy and experience gain...&lt;br /&gt;New people stepped into my life, some stepped out...&lt;br /&gt;What would 2007 bring me then?&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure would definitely be an increase in the Gst...&lt;br /&gt;Sucks...For those who have not subscribe TIME subscribe before price increase...&lt;br /&gt;Lol...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i don't believe in New year resoulutions cause they hardly get fullfilled...&lt;br /&gt;Some make them just for the sake of making..&lt;br /&gt;I don't waste time...&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Spend the last day of 2006 at nel's...&lt;br /&gt;Counting down,eating, and playing...&lt;br /&gt;What a way to round up the year...&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought that came through my mind...&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking and realise how somtimes man can be so selfish and fake...&lt;br /&gt;Why i say so?&lt;br /&gt;Of course i  have my own reasons...&lt;br /&gt;Not really refering to anyone in particular but if you are feeling guilty,aha, watch out...&lt;br /&gt;Yup...2007, wait for me...&lt;br /&gt;*A sign of relief and joy...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-6051782695765880284?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6051782695765880284/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29379773.post-8846308285865581691</id><published>2006-12-29T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T23:51:00.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new song...</title><content type='html'>Hey people...&lt;br /&gt;This is my new song or rather I edited a song...&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the season to spend money,Falalalalalalalala,Now my pockets are all empty,Falalalalalalalala...Give me money,give me money, FalalaFalalaFalala...I hate to buy so much prezzies...Falalalalalalalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool eh...Lol...&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing better to do thats why...&lt;br /&gt;I'am also broke...&lt;br /&gt;Something funny happen today...&lt;br /&gt;I was on camera duty and i was taking attendence when i accidently stepped on the main plug which shut off the entire camera..Haha...&lt;br /&gt;You got to see the reaction of the people in the console...&lt;br /&gt;Lol...&lt;br /&gt;Shit happens sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;Well well, i needa shop for something...&lt;br /&gt;*冷战。。。*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-8846308285865581691?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/8846308285865581691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=8846308285865581691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/8846308285865581691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29379773/posts/default/8846308285865581691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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ard 7 pm till 8 am the next day...&lt;br /&gt;Imagine 12 hours straight of winning eleven...&lt;br /&gt;Played cluedo as well and I won...&lt;br /&gt;So proud of myself...&lt;br /&gt;My first time playing...Heex...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep for 26 hours straight ever since sunday morning 7.30 am..&lt;br /&gt;I was like dying just now...&lt;br /&gt;Slept till 4 plus then met nel and alan....&lt;br /&gt;Watch Death note 2...&lt;br /&gt;Its the 3rd movie i watched since saturday...&lt;br /&gt;3 days in a row movies...&lt;br /&gt;I guess theres nothing much to do in singapore...&lt;br /&gt;I'am glad i caught up with sis...&lt;br /&gt;I mean so much have happen since we last talk...&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess everyone's moving on...&lt;br /&gt;I'm out...&lt;br /&gt;*Words cant express how i feel...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-3541553325940136097?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Following account happen so suddenly...&lt;---2.36am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was blogging my last line when i heard a loud screeching sound followed by a loud bang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I ran out of the house and saw right below my block along the main road ,a motorcycle crashed straight into the side of a car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The rider flung at least 10 meters away lying on the road...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The car was dented in deeply and the horn was faulty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It went on at least 15 mins before the police shut it off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Damn..I never seen an accident so scary before live...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then there was this group of uncles i dunno why not sleeping at 2 am surrounding the rider...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Goodness, give him some air will you people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You all not paramedics surround him for what???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See,Singaporeans will always be Singaporeans...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway,the ambulance came 7 mins after the crash and took the rider away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The driver was unharm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The riders parents came in a cab 20 mins after the crash...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know its the parents because the old lady was wailing loudy in chinese when she saw the smashed bike...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sigh..What a sad sight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope the rider is fine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then at the side of the road there was this ah lian argueing and yelling at her boyfriend...Goodness its 2am and theres an accident...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't you people know whats courtesy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Having second thoughts about having a bike now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*好想。。。*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-4378575734118150515?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/4378575734118150515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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entertain them on the phone with them using loudspeaker...&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, it was raining at their side...Lol...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after painting still went for rehersal and chalet...&lt;br /&gt;Plus, i have to wake up early tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;My dinner is a cup of nissin cup noodles...&lt;br /&gt;I'am still starving..I need 10 more..Lol...&lt;br /&gt;Well well...&lt;br /&gt;Whoever brings me food now i'll marry the person...&lt;br /&gt;*Everytime i see...I think of...Verpasse Sie...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-6877801020775755092?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/6877801020775755092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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skin</title><content type='html'>Alright People...&lt;br /&gt;I'am proud to introduce my new skin...&lt;br /&gt;After close to 2 hours of hard work, i have edited the details to almost perfection...&lt;br /&gt;Of course i have someone to thank for this skin...&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are*winks*&lt;br /&gt;Thanks...Haha...&lt;br /&gt;I'll talk abit about what happen today...&lt;br /&gt;My day started at about 2.30pm this afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;Before that was Zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;I came online and slacked awhile before continuing with my dear Veronica Mars...&lt;br /&gt;I just found out she's 26...&lt;br /&gt;Darn...Thats so old...&lt;br /&gt;Almost a decade older than me, but she's still cute...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was watching halfway then i got hungry...&lt;br /&gt;So, i scuffled around the house and found my julie biscuits...&lt;br /&gt;That was lunch plus high tea...&lt;br /&gt;I went to Cp to meet up with daniel then went to g12...&lt;br /&gt;G12 was quite fun cause it was home christmas...&lt;br /&gt;Even though its the same rountine every year, we had oishi pizza this time...&lt;br /&gt;Japanese pizza.Then we discuss our costume and thank God we finally finalise it...&lt;br /&gt;Me,Jm and daniel gonna do for everyone tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;I got 3 presents..Muhahaha...I gave one...&lt;br /&gt;One for 3, not bad...&lt;br /&gt;Okie, then i took cab home and came online till now...&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, i watched crank on my labtop as well and it sucks totally...&lt;br /&gt;Dumb and vulgar show...&lt;br /&gt;Phew, i'am tired after the editing of HTML codes...&lt;br /&gt;I totally dread them..&lt;br /&gt;I'am out...&lt;br /&gt;*I don't see you...Weird...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-4330321991033966248?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29379773.post-262831204735138675</id><published>2006-12-19T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:33:13.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A typical holiday</title><content type='html'>Okay...&lt;br /&gt;Today is a typical day for me except that rehersal ended pretty late...&lt;br /&gt;I got home like 11.50pm...&lt;br /&gt;Thank God everything has been finalise...&lt;br /&gt;I woke up like 4pm today...&lt;br /&gt;Veronica Mars has been keeping me company when i'am bored...&lt;br /&gt;Now i needa get prezzies for g12,the chalet gift exchange and some people...&lt;br /&gt;Not all people will receive presents because i'am pretty broke these days...&lt;br /&gt;So, who owe me money, ahem, you all know ah...&lt;br /&gt;I need a job thats pays more and more consistent...&lt;br /&gt;I spend more than i earn...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, still pretty stressed over the g12 costumes...&lt;br /&gt;4 more days..God please help...&lt;br /&gt;I can see everyone around me pretty stressed up over blue christmas...&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, sorry i made you wait so long...&lt;br /&gt;The bus journey sucks la...&lt;br /&gt;Close to an hour...&lt;br /&gt;I think i've been thinking abit...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;What do i actually want???&lt;br /&gt;I'am out....&lt;br /&gt;*...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29379773-262831204735138675?l=nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicklivinghislife.blogspot.com/feeds/262831204735138675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29379773&amp;postID=262831204735138675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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