<?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-6687725999850880760</id><updated>2011-07-08T18:25:55.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse</title><subtitle type='html'>The clouds I can handle, but I can’t fight an eclipse</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-4805525060373955166</id><published>2010-07-09T08:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T08:40:38.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new phase</title><content type='html'>it's been long. i've been busy. =) very contented inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently chilling out in my UM room waiting for 9.30am to come (1 hour to go still urgh) to meet a Professor in the Chemistry department for some final briefing before i go home to Melaka to hibernate for a week then off to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah lemme update on the things that have been going on. I've been accepted into the dentistry programme in USM. exciting giler i tell you. other buddies also have been getting core courses in local uni. awesomeness. i think we're proud to say that we beat the system which doesnt favour STPM students at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelate (kelantan) - but pronounce it as 'kehh-late' not like how Alex says it 'ker-laa-teh' (wth ryte?) - will be my new home for the next 5 years. again, very exciting. the place is good. it's good. they do serve pork in Kelate k? not that backwards. the girls there don't have to cover up. i see young girls in the shopping mall (chinese girls laaa) wearing less than what Melaka girls wear. and they're prolly 14 or 15 years old girls. tsk tsk tskkkk. but if you decide to come kelate, tak perlu takut kena tangkap by police for the offence of wearing too little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my highlights for this coming 1 week holiday in melaka... hmm... first is to visit MHS and settle some paperwork (again). next up is to go to SFI and visit my secondary school teachers. i remember i told myself i wouldn't go back until i get the course i want in university to share the good news with them. or else it becomes so redundant to go and visit. stupid i know. but nvm la, now dah ada reason to go see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next is to eat all I can. being in UM and USM over the weekend, i can officially say i miss wan tan mee. hawker food in KL just isnt good. and pricey. maybe i havent been going to the good hawker places. but still. no wonder they say Melaka and Penang ppl will always complain bout hawker food cos nowhere else can match up to their home local food. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably the next big thing most of us can look forward to is the Hari Raya break in September. chunyian, joanne, jasmine, lavnya (all beta peeps), do i smell a reunion?? =D CLASS reunion. we havent had one since the steamboat. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna post pics here. of kelate and many other stuff. but usual me, i too malas to transfer and upload. plus i'm currently on maxis broadband liao. got data cap. have to be stingy when browsing. sedih kan? i duno what i'm gonna do when all my series resume in Sept onwards. die la i tell you. maybe have to upgrade the data plan. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i'm done mumbling. wanna watch some show before i shoot off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch out,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-4805525060373955166?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/4805525060373955166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=4805525060373955166' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/4805525060373955166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/4805525060373955166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-phase.html' title='new phase'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-888104749641081278</id><published>2010-05-09T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T01:29:19.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;growing up i know i've been through a couple, ok fine, many situations where i really had low self esteem. i suffered from inferiority complex. i felt i was never good enough. i guess i felt that way throughout high school as well to a certain degree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things have not been blue skies, sunshine and butterflies when i was a kid who could barely understand mandarin, let alone, speak it. my uncles (paternal side) ridiculed me in ways you can never imagine. yes my uncles were chinese-educated people. which explains why i grew up having prejudice against chinese-educated people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ok get ready for ranting n cursing. i mean, come on la, what the fuck u mean you wanna protect your mother tongue by sending your kids to chinese schools. in my opinion, all those vernacular schools should be done with and only have kebangsaan schools. to me it's all bullshit. the world is progressing. we chinese people can say the other races are being stupid when in truth we ourselves (a handful) are the fking dumb ones. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dun give me that bullshit that China is rising and you having mandarin as a language skill, are able to go work there. pls la. u go China do what? business? u think that easy? or better yet, you think they fking want you? be realistic la. they don't need you. oh u may think academic wise? have you even heard about how the students in China are excelling way ahead of us. they're geniuses. they don't need you. in fact a number of the population of China are already trying to pick up english as their second language. so you knowing both languages having the upper hand? scrape that idea off your head this instant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the thing about us Malaysians is that we know so many languages but do we ever master one of them fully? sitting for NSW or IELTS english papers, it's a clear distinction of how wide the gap of our english level standard compared to theirs. not forgetting the change in our english literature syllabus in high school which are now spoonfeeding crap into the students. what a joke. dont get me started on the change in language for math and science. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok done with ranting. haha. i had to say it out or it'll never find its place in this blog. so yes, back to confidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what i really wanna say is that there are people out there who can be just so full of themselves. having confidence is one thing. being pompous and cocky is another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was out with friends and when i got back home i read through some irritating comments by this person. i mean, come on la. do you really need to go through all the hassle of flaming me when i really dun give a damn bout your life? take a step back and think about it la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe you are smart, i wont deny it. but smartness can only get you so far. i strongly believe at some point in time, attitude trumps intellect. period. maybe now things may seem like heaven to you. boasting around what you got. i wont deny you're actually a good person. but the fact that you 'em sek zhou yan' (in cantonese which means you dont know how to be a human being) irks me a lot. so much so i couldnt be bothered anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'd be lying if i said i didnt care. who doesnt care? be it good or bad. ppl will feel it. that's a fact. i'm not gonna say superficial words to comfort myself. nah it's not me. at the beginning it was ok. it was funny. at some point it just gets plain downright irritating. it's sad that you being smart, are too stupid and shallow to even see the distinction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really do hope you would one day change la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course there's a part of me that wishes you fail or die but that would be too sadistic and unrealistic of me (i could still hope ryte? haha). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-888104749641081278?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/888104749641081278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=888104749641081278' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/888104749641081278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/888104749641081278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2010/05/confidence.html' title='confidence'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-3688872655224533122</id><published>2010-05-03T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T01:06:48.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>revival lahhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i think i'm gonna revive my blog la. i planned to shut it down... but really.. in a way it does hmm... feels home-y to be blogging. kinda like... reflecting on my daily life? too deep. but it beats having to tell person by person what i've been up to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k la, truth is, i have a feeling i'll be bored n lonely when i go to uni larhx. so i wan to blOg lorhx  XD. haha. didnt work. get goosebumps trying to attempt shitty typing styles. no guarentee i'll be blogging regularly (you know the drill) but we'll reap whatever we can sow aight? =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yes, uni hunting is pretty much over. now all that's left is to sit back and wait for the results. (i feel a bit kaku typing this. weird... blogging...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had this urge to blog just now but it seems the urge died off. i've become a bit more defensive revealing stuff about myself. feels too naked at times. especially when you just found out your uncles read your blog. yet privatising the blog is too leceh so im nt gonna do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uni is about to start soon. where i'm going i don't have a single clue. wherever that takes me in for dentistry, that's where i'll be. i'm quite simple. my parents are happy i'm that easy going with my uni. maybe it worries them a bit that i'm too easy going about it. i just want a spot for dentistry. period. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last night i had this shit up weird dream that 4 huge cockroaches were crawling on my bed while i was asleep. i rmb waking up and cudnt sleep well. oh i think i suffocated one of the cockroach with my pillow. like those thriller shows. how the wife kills the husband by stuffing the pillow to his face. yeah that kind. stupid. and few minutes ago while i went to the kitchen to get water, saw 2 cockroaches. this time just sprayed ridsect. saw those bastards struggling to stay alive. serves them right. the world would be a btr place without cockroaches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i made a good investment. bought a pair of fake crocs from jonker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;they look real (from far). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;they feel real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;they smell pretty real too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S92pnnMMYuI/AAAAAAAABlo/8Iq6nLTO9M0/s400/IMG_0410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466712020697768674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;would probably come in handy when i go uni. rubber slippers. should be durable. SHOULD be. once again, u are reminded they're immitation. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S92pn2KcdSI/AAAAAAAABlw/N0jaVzHv-lE/s400/IMG_0411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466712024716965154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;but if u look at the label close up, you can tell that it's a ciplak item for sure. see how they glue the crocs label so badly? could have done a better job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S92p76hsGwI/AAAAAAAABmA/UIf_8X-tDpg/s1600/IMG_0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S92poA6-GPI/AAAAAAAABl4/lXbGtGwMKjg/s1600/IMG_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S92poA6-GPI/AAAAAAAABl4/lXbGtGwMKjg/s400/IMG_0413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466712027604850930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;back to the uni stuff, it has really got me prepping up already though it's in about 2 months time still. i feel minutes ticking away and the days go by! i FEEL it man! have been looking for a knapsack for a year and couldnt find a suitable one. my standards of suitable... definitely not body glove. like wth... going to uni carrying a body glove.... no offense to those who do. but it feels too juvenile. need to grow up. change. anyway i'm feeling this camel bag. oh yeah. i'm so feeling it. it was on 30% discount. felt it even more. do ya feel it?? come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S92p76hsGwI/AAAAAAAABmA/UIf_8X-tDpg/s400/IMG_0414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466712369485585154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;i've taken a long break from my guitar (sadly). the harden-ed skin at my fingertips peeled away ady. so it hurts when i play the guitar now. sigh. anyway uni has been known as THE spot to cultivate guitar. cos ur stuck with nothing better to do. so u practise n practise n practise. kinda like the uni is the mother hen and playing the guitar is the egg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S92pmwUmmgI/AAAAAAAABlY/Im6GJ2gKXJA/s1600/IMG_0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S92pmwUmmgI/AAAAAAAABlY/Im6GJ2gKXJA/s400/IMG_0375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466712005969091074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like how all those boring speeches we hear in school end with a pantun or gurindam (this word excites me. so phunky) i'll end my post with a joke. a good one. dun roll your eyes. snapped it from a book from british council's library. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S92pnnMMYuI/AAAAAAAABlo/8Iq6nLTO9M0/s1600/IMG_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S92pnJPAZjI/AAAAAAAABlg/UrrdFSMDk5I/s1600/IMG_0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S92pnJPAZjI/AAAAAAAABlg/UrrdFSMDk5I/s400/IMG_0395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466712012656502322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;read the one that's in the box. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okie that's about it. it's 1am. i'm way past my designated healthy sleeping time which i have planned to start today but it seems it'll have to start tomorrow. good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Punch out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S92pmwUmmgI/AAAAAAAABlY/Im6GJ2gKXJA/s1600/IMG_0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6687725999850880760-3688872655224533122?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/3688872655224533122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=3688872655224533122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/3688872655224533122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/3688872655224533122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2010/05/revival-lahhh.html' title='revival lahhh'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S92pnnMMYuI/AAAAAAAABlo/8Iq6nLTO9M0/s72-c/IMG_0410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-757241713975796657</id><published>2010-03-05T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T00:08:27.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post-result rant</title><content type='html'>it's been a week already. a week and a day to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much has been going on these past 7 days! feels like i got my results a month ago. UPU application... USM application... checking out local private universities... checking out overseas private universities... checking out scholarships... yea the dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm coming clean here. yes my result is good. i wont deny it. but it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; good &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt;. some people just dont get it. it's just so menyedihkan that i'm not happy with my results. not a single ounce of joy. i have a junior who said i was being very ungrateful n typical kiasu. what the hell? so much for being tactful when i'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just being realistic. with what i have, it's gonna be such a struggle to get into dentistry. even with a 4.0 it's not guaranteed but definitely higher chance than what i have la. i've been let down so many times til&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm over it but thinking bout it still hurts though. never pick on the scab til the wound heals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this tertiary education thing is such a problem la. it's really such a pasal to settle down. was talking to chai weeks ago when he was still around n he was telling me it'll be a huge relief once i get my course. no more worries. it's like hanging by a piece of thread. my future's on the line here. something i'm gonna do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i'm done for the night. needed to rant all my worries n anger n dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... pessimistic idealist or optimistic realist...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch out,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-757241713975796657?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/757241713975796657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=757241713975796657' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/757241713975796657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/757241713975796657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2010/03/post-result-rant.html' title='post-result rant'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-1249897929640351834</id><published>2010-02-24T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T11:25:34.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a visit to the dentist</title><content type='html'>it's been weeks. i guess i'm more inclined towards being a monthly blogger (like ester)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am munching down my sausage mcmuffin with egg (god bless eggs) while typing out this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got home from my visit to my dentist. it's been a year plus since i last saw her. i forgotten to bring my retainers when i went there so the visit was actually quite redundant in a way.&lt;br /&gt;though i did make appointments with the other 2 dentists there. one who's gonna extract my wisdom tooth next week and the other who will bleach my teeth (if i decide to go with the treatment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, i have made relations with all three dentists in mahkota medical centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing in common is that two of the dentists there are UM grads. not sure bout the other dude. but when the new doc, Dr Tay asked me where i plan to go for my studies, i said UM, and she said 'hey! join the gang!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know there are a number of people who think that local university is of really low standard but i beg to differ. just investigate before you actually say out that statement. no one's stopping any of you from not entering local university, but pls, keep the false remarks to yourself and stop poisoning others. pisses me off when i hear shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results will be out tomorrow. nervous like hell. tummy keeps churning. the uneasy feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my visit to the dentist just reminded me of the burning desire and passion for dentistry. the smell of the hospital keeps me calm. in fact, the smell of the latex gloves gives me a sense of security and comfort.  i don't know why. i'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many uncles and aunties have been asking me what i expect for my results. lemme get straight to the point. i'm feeling really insecured right now. i'm hoping and praying for a 4.0 cos it's the only way i could get into UM. is the confidence there? very very little. cos anything can happen. and there's just too much at stake here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna do dentistry. i REALLY REALLY wanna do it. i NEED the 4.0... if i don't get it.. i think for a period of time i'll be completely lost and blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want it really bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch out,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-1249897929640351834?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/1249897929640351834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=1249897929640351834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/1249897929640351834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/1249897929640351834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2010/02/visit-to-dentist.html' title='a visit to the dentist'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-4121994186632156191</id><published>2010-01-15T14:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:40:01.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tp link</title><content type='html'>arghh! i've so many things waiting to be done still. crazy shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terlebih dahulu, class party, yes it's still on. not forgotten dun worry... cy la. he keep delaying me. what a killjoy. but venue for class party will be either lavnya's or desmond's house. if they allow. =) worse come to worse, kita gi cy mia house. the dog kennel hopefully can fit 20+ of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a new modem (finally). wanted aztech tapi cari high low pun tarak. so im settling with TP-Link since Dlink has been causing me probs over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S1ALGOA3uaI/AAAAAAAABlA/VgzOY_RdZhw/s1600-h/IMG_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S1ALGOA3uaI/AAAAAAAABlA/VgzOY_RdZhw/s400/IMG_0237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426849752450316706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mum's city finally arrived. last Bold Beige for the year 2010. in a way very intriguing. im just saying it to heighten up its value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weikeong's recent blog post bout the nokia express music update, babi sial, becoming more and more like iPhone. not bad la. maybe can persuade parents get that phone for sis. then she'll bugger off mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was clearing up my room. then i saw this Anakku baby wipes. bought a pack of 6 i think. was on promotion. brings back good memories. helped me throughout form 6. when makan dalam class, then no time to go wash hands, it comes in handy. or every monday when we spring clean the class (cos we dun close the windows during the weekend) the baby wipes come in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chai said it's what baby's ass smells like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S1ALTsv7fDI/AAAAAAAABlQ/xA6MyX3c0co/s1600-h/IMG_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S1ALTsv7fDI/AAAAAAAABlQ/xA6MyX3c0co/s400/IMG_0241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426849984039058482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tons of f6 buku still around the house. i damn malas wanna clear it off. anyone interested to buy over? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw this when was walking to GSC. the arcade centre's glass wall shattered. so cool. jakun i noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S1ALFsMgLcI/AAAAAAAABk4/hiQkFrd9Ld4/s1600-h/IMG_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S1ALFsMgLcI/AAAAAAAABk4/hiQkFrd9Ld4/s400/IMG_0232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426849743372299714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was out with cy the other day. i forgot why. we're two bored ass teens stuck at home so we went driving around. saw this merz mia car plate. SO COOL! iNak! WTF~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S1ALFTJ_FJI/AAAAAAAABkw/7_fzzaKMWWo/s1600-h/IMG_0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S1ALFTJ_FJI/AAAAAAAABkw/7_fzzaKMWWo/s400/IMG_0202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426849736650855570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i dyed my hair brown. dark brown. whatever u call it. i dun care. needed to change smtg. an official statement 'im OUTTA school!'. im liking the new hair though =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S1ALFTJ_FJI/AAAAAAAABkw/7_fzzaKMWWo/s1600-h/IMG_0202.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S1ALGl_7qeI/AAAAAAAABlI/9En4xjmBrZg/s1600-h/IMG_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S1ALGl_7qeI/AAAAAAAABlI/9En4xjmBrZg/s400/IMG_0239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426849758888831458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;leaving for kl in few hours. for the weekend. i have yet to pack. mampus la aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S1ALE4RCcTI/AAAAAAAABko/XwsLT1np1x0/s1600-h/IMG_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S1ALE4RCcTI/AAAAAAAABko/XwsLT1np1x0/s400/IMG_0199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426849729432678706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch out,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-4121994186632156191?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/4121994186632156191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=4121994186632156191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/4121994186632156191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/4121994186632156191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2010/01/tp-link.html' title='tp link'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/S1ALGOA3uaI/AAAAAAAABlA/VgzOY_RdZhw/s72-c/IMG_0237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-7762932222885349430</id><published>2010-01-10T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T02:14:38.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1month</title><content type='html'>it's been a month since the end of stpm. i guess it's reason (and guilt) enough to force myself to type through this post and give an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things have happened in this one month. i could hardly have any time to breathe. lots of good moments. as well as a handful of eye-opening moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from cy's bday celebration which was planned uber last minute. remind me not to ever bite more than i can chew next time. thankfully mum n dad were being lenient and not giving me a rough time for skipping some activities im supposed to go. but nevertheless, it was worth seeing woofyian bark like an ass (decode it. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to account the things i did for the past month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prom was fantastic. food was average. company was awesome. could never go wrong with good friends around you. though there were a few stuff that happened before prom that made me and a few others feel ticked off, but nah, we set our priorities straight, to have fun. not gonna let some pests ruin my first prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charity movie screening was very well organised. juniors managed to collect 7k for charity. the t-shirts they made damn chun, iWant sial. then the farewell dinner the juniors organised for us seniors was very awesome as well. dont know why, but there's this sense of respect we have for each other, between the juniors and seniors, compared to other clubs which are having problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's hanging out with morons like chunyian, yeong, lem, sanjiv, shob, chai, etc etc... asyik crash each other's crib. syok giler. though things are gonna slow down a bit cos some working, some go kl (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anila's xmas open hse was pleasant. i enjoyed the food. and her bitch. Cleopatra. though the fella tanggal bulu non-stop. cy kept sneezing. ironic since they're of the same kind... hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those were pretty much the 'exciting' events la. other daily stuff were mediocre plan boring stuff any student on break would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onto the eye-opening shit, i've come to realise some friendships i put my trust wholly into arent what they seem to be. it's quite disheartening indeed la. though, the reasons of the fallout were all about me. i did this. i did that. reality check, do some reflection on your side too la... hopefully you'll come to realise you're over-reacting or being over-sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then pulak, ada jenis yang treat frens like baju. keep changing. not that i have anything against it. your life man. but seriously, treat people better la. friends are humans too. maybe u feel you're superior to all of us. but you're not. deep down you're really ugly. i get so digusted. i eat also i throw up (kumar drag queen. ring a bell? haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are those who are being unreasonable as well. i believe each of us are at where we are due to how we carried ourselves over the years. you cant expect to be getting holiday wishes if you dun send them out in the past. i mean, i wudnt give a shit whether my bestest friend sends me a merry xmas or happy new yr text. or you cant be expecting to get invites when you always turn them down in the past even though the person personally invited and PERSUADED you to come. dun get me started on going missing and never informing anyone where u've been and when u'll be back and expect an invite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i saying all this? not because im trying to be dogmatic, or boast about how great a person i am. cos im not. but maybe in these certain aspects, yes im better than you. but how i wish you'd just reflect. reflect on the things you've said or done. maybe now you'll not see it. but i do hope in the future you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah man... i dun feel good about half the things i've typed. im contemplating on whether or not to post them. but i've been keeping quiet for too long. sometimes, a taste of their own medicine is what they need to get them thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-7762932222885349430?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/7762932222885349430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=7762932222885349430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/7762932222885349430'/><link 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fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You whispered that you were getting tired,&lt;br /&gt;Got a look in your eye,&lt;br /&gt;Looks a  lot like goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to your secrets tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to know I'm  ok with this silence&lt;br /&gt;It's truth that I don't want to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're  hiding regret in your smile&lt;br /&gt;There's a storm in your eyes I've seen coming for  awhile&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to the past tense tonight&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a word,&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok with  the quiet.&lt;br /&gt;The truth is gonna change everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lie to me and tell  me that it's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;So lie to me and tell me that we'll make it  through the night&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind if you wait before you tear me apart,&lt;br /&gt;Look  me in the eye,&lt;br /&gt;Lie, lie, lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie, lie, lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that  there's no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;If we put too much light on this we'll see through  all the cracks.&lt;br /&gt;Let's stay in the dark one more night.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to know  I'm ok with the silence.&lt;br /&gt;It's truth that I don't want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lie  to me and tell me that it's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;So lie to me and tell me that  we'll make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind if you wait before you tear me  apart&lt;br /&gt;So look me in the eye,&lt;br /&gt;And lie, lie, lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to  believe in this ending&lt;br /&gt;Let the cameras roll on,&lt;br /&gt;Keep  pretending&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's all wrong if you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Just stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lie  to me and tell me that it's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;So lie to me and tell me that  we'll make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind if you wait before you tear me  apart&lt;br /&gt;Look me in the eye,&lt;br /&gt;And lie, lie, lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lie to me and tell  me that we're gonna be ok&lt;br /&gt;So lie to me and tell me that we'll make it through  the day&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind if you wait before you tear me apart&lt;br /&gt;Look me in the  eye,&lt;br /&gt;And lie, lie, lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-1099665866875329437?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/1099665866875329437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=1099665866875329437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/1099665866875329437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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hit one). as in, it's really over. back in form 5, i knew there was a chance i'd enter form 6, thus, schooling life was never really over back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waking up at 6 in the morning, worrying bout my school uniform, everyone wearing the same outfit, being in the same class and seeing each other's crappy faces from 7 to 2, eating in class even when we're not allowed to... many many more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been one heck of a journey. an awesome one indeed. one that I'd reminisce about when i'm down or lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k enuff of emoing. called ester tadi. those arts class bastards are already celebrating. syok giler. karaoke babi.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betarians (and some Alphians), we're gonna be having LOADS of post exam activities. pls save up ur $$. i wont take no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch out,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&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-6687725999850880760.post-6316985611564486178</id><published>2009-11-15T08:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T09:24:17.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation</title><content type='html'>i'm supposed to do an emo post bout school ending, but I think I'll save that post for after STPM. can't write nice nice when i'm worried bout the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sv9SceqYN0I/AAAAAAAABkY/Iz1Y11Wf3so/s1600-h/DSC02432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sv9SceqYN0I/AAAAAAAABkY/Iz1Y11Wf3so/s400/DSC02432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404128727088510786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sv9SbkN6DYI/AAAAAAAABkI/isB2UI6GECw/s1600-h/DSC02427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sv9SbkN6DYI/AAAAAAAABkI/isB2UI6GECw/s400/DSC02427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404128711399837058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we had our graduation day last Thursday, and I have to say i'm quite glad the school took the effort to do such an event. maybe it was a waste of time. but it was a good waste of time. hahaha. it felt awesome being together with friends one last moment. i told myself i'd probably cry during the last day of school, but well, there isn't exactly any last day, since most of the class are skipping school. there isnt any official last day! nabai. graduation day suppose to be happy. kenot nangis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sv9Sbc9e7vI/AAAAAAAABkA/6P8x7Mwg5ww/s1600-h/DSC02426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sv9Sbc9e7vI/AAAAAAAABkA/6P8x7Mwg5ww/s400/DSC02426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404128709451902706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sv9ScOMdkBI/AAAAAAAABkQ/TwwjENIKRdc/s1600-h/DSC02431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sv9ScOMdkBI/AAAAAAAABkQ/TwwjENIKRdc/s400/DSC02431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404128722668064786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;looking back at how I started, it has been quite a journey. who knew form 6 would be filled with drama. it feels like it was just yesterday I was mugging for the final year exam in lower 6. whereas now is the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sv9ScqbFqxI/AAAAAAAABkg/sy2h5XICqlw/s1600-h/DSC02444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sv9ScqbFqxI/AAAAAAAABkg/sy2h5XICqlw/s400/DSC02444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404128730245606162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sv9STwfLMtI/AAAAAAAABj4/CFxZqhdc15I/s1600-h/DSC02419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sv9STwfLMtI/AAAAAAAABj4/CFxZqhdc15I/s400/DSC02419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404128577254535890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there was an older friend of mine who told me back when i was in form 3, after PMR. he said, 'treasure the friends you have during form 4 and form 5. that few friends who you're close with are the ones who will continue to be close to you the rest of your life'. in a way, what he said was quite true. that handful of high school friends i have, we're still keeping in touch from time to time though not that often. life happened ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sv9STaYTK7I/AAAAAAAABjo/ctmd4M0lubI/s1600-h/DSC02410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sv9STaYTK7I/AAAAAAAABjo/ctmd4M0lubI/s400/DSC02410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404128571320118194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;walau bagaimanapun, i feel that the friends I have in form 6, are the ones who I'll definitely be closer to for a very long time. i guess I've changed in many ways compared to the younger me back when I was 16 or 17. afterall, how I live my days now (18/19 yr old) is probably how I'll live my days for the rest of my life. what i'm trying to say is, the friends i made during this 1.5yrs are the ones who love me for who I am and there's just something behind the friendship that makes it strong. the essence of it. i have no idea how to say it. you gotta feel it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sv9STtx8kFI/AAAAAAAABjw/ekBE9h6V4PQ/s1600-h/DSC02412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sv9STtx8kFI/AAAAAAAABjw/ekBE9h6V4PQ/s400/DSC02412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404128576527962194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I still sayang my ex-sfi friends dun worry. not like i'm trying to pinggirkan you all. alex tolong jangan emo ar. but you know, we've already been through a battle together (SPM) and now that we're in different paths, it's hard to relate our personal battles. whereas these assholes in form 6, we're going through the similar battle together. get my point? =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sv9SS1OqKpI/AAAAAAAABjg/CeSg1ab6V4w/s1600-h/DSC02401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sv9SS1OqKpI/AAAAAAAABjg/CeSg1ab6V4w/s400/DSC02401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404128561347570322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you know, i'm just writing whatever comes to my mind. i think there's no flow to this post. i dun care. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and most of the pics i post from my camera ni. i havent received the pics from ester, cy and goh. lazy wanna wait dy. but my fault also la, i nv ask from them. ahaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sv9SSv7UxFI/AAAAAAAABjY/vEIdUhp74Cw/s1600-h/DSC02362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sv9SSv7UxFI/AAAAAAAABjY/vEIdUhp74Cw/s400/DSC02362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404128559924298834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and now i gotta go revise biology. cant wait for it to be over. hell yea. plus i decided to potong my rambut. yes this time it looks short. &gt;_&lt; stpm better be worth me cutting my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch out,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-6316985611564486178?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/6316985611564486178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=6316985611564486178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/6316985611564486178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/6316985611564486178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/11/graduation.html' title='graduation'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sv9SceqYN0I/AAAAAAAABkY/Iz1Y11Wf3so/s72-c/DSC02432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-412637514636354158</id><published>2009-11-08T10:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:36:41.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woof~</title><content type='html'>i've been thinking of things to update but writer's block la. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say bout me currently is, i'm like 'BRING IT ON BITCH!!' in this case, the bitch is STPM, im excited that it's coming to an end, but also nervous la that i'm not fully prepared. but damn, it's been one heck of a journey. definitely gonna do an emo post days before bio paper. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i was a bit blue. stoning in front of comp. and i didnt wanna sleep first. cos i cudnt sleep (based on the previous night's experience). then i was browsing through facebook and i saw this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SvYqxiyjtzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/3SbFSPqyiZ8/s1600-h/cy+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SvYqxiyjtzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/3SbFSPqyiZ8/s400/cy+dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401551833718306610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then i came up with an ingenius idea to relief my stress and blues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*picture removed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this dracula cy bukan I yang buat, i give u a hint who did it, name damn kolot one, two words ni, 1st word rhymes with gun. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SvYqw5f9V0I/AAAAAAAABjA/E5THbu9cJ6M/s1600-h/madison_cattle_dog_mix_10_jpg_w450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SvYqw5f9V0I/AAAAAAAABjA/E5THbu9cJ6M/s400/madison_cattle_dog_mix_10_jpg_w450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401551822634440514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so yeong and i, we got the assistance from this brown dog above. bloody cute kan?? makes me feel like getting a dog after STPM (will nv happen dun worry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so so, after discussing how we shud do it, cut this and that, paste here and there, draw lines and curves....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for it....&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;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;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for it.....&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;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;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*picture removed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't kill me yian. u noe i still sayang u kan. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch out,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: IT'S name is woof-yian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-412637514636354158?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/412637514636354158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=412637514636354158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/412637514636354158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/412637514636354158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/11/woof.html' title='woof~'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SvYqxiyjtzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/3SbFSPqyiZ8/s72-c/cy+dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-1286866408353229409</id><published>2009-10-11T11:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:36:10.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new level</title><content type='html'>when gaming is brought to a whole new level...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/StFRo8iwjQI/AAAAAAAABiE/J70Rx02kKfA/s1600-h/101020091204-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/StFRo8iwjQI/AAAAAAAABiE/J70Rx02kKfA/s400/101020091204-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391179992827727106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/StFRod7i3wI/AAAAAAAABh8/bN3lpG64a8o/s1600-h/101020091203-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/StFRod7i3wI/AAAAAAAABh8/bN3lpG64a8o/s400/101020091203-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391179984610189058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/StFRoLFW2dI/AAAAAAAABh0/2RGTJ0sZqkc/s1600-h/101020091202-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/StFRoLFW2dI/AAAAAAAABh0/2RGTJ0sZqkc/s400/101020091202-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391179979551070674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/StFRn1Ut9GI/AAAAAAAABhs/iA71xwgL2UU/s1600-h/101020091200-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/StFRn1Ut9GI/AAAAAAAABhs/iA71xwgL2UU/s400/101020091200-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391179973709919330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got tired of gaming consoles. so we... actually I first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/StFQ-nzZ4CI/AAAAAAAABg8/xuVDRA_3MPw/s1600-h/101020091165-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/StFQ-nzZ4CI/AAAAAAAABg8/xuVDRA_3MPw/s400/101020091165-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391179265705893922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;then he cuba... but failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/StFRAInn7qI/AAAAAAAABhU/5ZRy8cgwVUY/s1600-h/101020091190-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/StFRAInn7qI/AAAAAAAABhU/5ZRy8cgwVUY/s400/101020091190-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391179291694722722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so we... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/StFRAZSbo7I/AAAAAAAABhc/bYqv7X3IAlc/s1600-h/101020091191-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/StFRAZSbo7I/AAAAAAAABhc/bYqv7X3IAlc/s400/101020091191-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391179296169239474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/StFRnYc9_yI/AAAAAAAABhk/-baI7TQM6So/s1600-h/101020091192-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/StFRnYc9_yI/AAAAAAAABhk/-baI7TQM6So/s400/101020091192-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391179965959896866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then stpm stress got to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/StFQ_RgMqXI/AAAAAAAABhE/UHGO4O9zrIw/s1600-h/101020091179-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/StFQ_RgMqXI/AAAAAAAABhE/UHGO4O9zrIw/s400/101020091179-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391179276899625330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dun say i didnt update! and asshole, u btr comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/StFQ_kxs8LI/AAAAAAAABhM/CnibyssQWK0/s1600-h/101020091184-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/StFQ_kxs8LI/AAAAAAAABhM/CnibyssQWK0/s400/101020091184-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391179282073317554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch out,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-1286866408353229409?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/1286866408353229409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=1286866408353229409' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/1286866408353229409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/1286866408353229409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-level.html' title='new level'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/StFRo8iwjQI/AAAAAAAABiE/J70Rx02kKfA/s72-c/101020091204-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-7472808472443490075</id><published>2009-10-04T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:19:13.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worst yet best</title><content type='html'>today was not a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up late with a hangover (hate it). i chose sleep over dim sum when my sister woke me up earlier in the morn. wth... sleeping got the best of me. wasnt in the right state of mind to make decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then bloody emo and paranoid today. but i watched grey's anatomy ep3. so quite happy la. they said... 'the only cure for paranoia is the be there just as you are'. kinda... hmm... true... real... i suppose. oh well, no matter how paranoid i get cos of STPM, the only way to get rid of it is to just be in the god damned exam hall just as i am (goodness i sound like a philosopher).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryte im freaking depressed this weekend. maybe cos an incident that occured triggered some painful memories in the past. one connection? the phone. but no la, the thingy was just a small thingy lar. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im also depressed that stpm is coming real soon. i feel like im not fully prepared. see? again. paranoia. but noooo, still, this aint the major contributing factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's more like... a very very sohai ironic thing that contributed to my depression. it's the fact that form 6 is coming to an end that's making my tummy churn in a very uncomfortable way everytime i think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, who would've thought I'd be this attached to form 6. hell, i've never expected it at all. but now that it's ending, i feel this sense of emptiness in my heart. it's so ironic that i chuckle at myself when i think of the things i said last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember vividly when i first stepped foot into this dreaded hell zone. there were good and bad memories. like i remember meeting my first new friend, Sanjiv, when he turned around to face me during the streaming of classes and said 'Hi my name is Sanjiv, sit with me?'. i mean, it's so dorky yet, come to think of it, so impactful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was the insecurity that Chun Yian had hoping he'd enter Beta cos he wanna be close to friends. and im glad he managed to enter. and became my partner in crime. then sitting close to Lem and Jiawei made me learn so much about these awesome people. back in sfi we didnt sit THAT close so i cant say i know them personally. but now i do. then came Phillip when he ran away from Singapore and Soon Heng when he was promoted to Beta. we are a big happy family the 6 of us. but it doesnt end there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got to know awesome people like Jasmine Lim, both of us will be playing the staring game to see who'd last longer. poor Sanjiv and Lavnya were in between our line vision so they always become uncomfortable when Jas n I wage war. then there's Lavnya who i've never really talked to before except for that KL trip we had after SPM, the one Ester, Meiyi, Eevon, Lavnya and I rode a bus up to shop. crazy things we did. but it was fun nonetheless. and when we ended up in the same class we clicked immediately. a true friend indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe im fkin emo right now ryte? i mean, apart from all these good stuff, i still didnt wanna be in Form 6. i dreaded it. i was afraid of the pressure. i was afraid i might not fit in. i was relying highly on my JPA appeal. praying they'd give it to me. and when it didnt work out i was so broken. i hated form 6. i hated the choice i made. i wished at that moment i could have played the spoilt brat card after SPM and go to private colleges instead. it was a very very low time of my life. looking back i can't believe how i've reacted and said things i wish i could take back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, once again, how ironic. i'm missing every single bit of my form 6 life. and it's not even over yet. god knows what i'll feel once everything's done with. form 6 has a very strong and deep place in my heart now. it has become a part of who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;form 6 was, and still is, the worst yet best decision i've ever made in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch out,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i noe it's long. i needed to vent out my feelings. if u've reached this far, thank you for hearing me out =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-7472808472443490075?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/7472808472443490075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=7472808472443490075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/7472808472443490075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/7472808472443490075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/10/worst-yet-best.html' title='worst yet best'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-4463876148348950810</id><published>2009-09-17T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:17:07.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>had it all</title><content type='html'>it's funny how i always misinterpret things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm holding on, maybe i'm letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had it all but i threw it all aside thinking there was more i needed to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some conditions were left behind~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traded in my comfort zone for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd i love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch out,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: by katharine mcphee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-4463876148348950810?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/4463876148348950810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=4463876148348950810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/4463876148348950810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/4463876148348950810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/09/had-it-all.html' title='had it all'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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-6687725999850880760.post-380778642076286883</id><published>2009-09-14T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:56:23.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lA chA tA</title><content type='html'>u noe i did promise a good upcoming post. but but... nanti la.. i nid inspiration to write nice nice stuff bout the people who planned my bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just needed space to vent out. mumble stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister's messenger is friggin irritating cos she uses all those PINK letter emoticons. like an 'O' which is pink with glitters. or double L's 'll', again, PINK and cursive. makes me wish my colour blindness was even more severe that i see black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and now chatting with cio bu, though i still have absolutely no idea what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then and then, PA was so depressing, once again i'm at the borderline. 64 this time. 1/2 mark needed to bring my overall percentage to 65. which means, an A-. i dun want a B+  T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard phillip's video on facebook. think he didnt want people to stumble upon it cos he didnt tag himself in it. but haha, i managed to hunt him down. goodness. i want vibrato la. (drop that nasty thought)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people are just so nasty on the inside that it just shows on the outside. sad i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like eating muah chi (however u spell it), those glutinous sticky white chee-cheong-fan-like thingy with peanut and sugar coating. jonker ada. syok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh not bad, managed to fill quite a lot in this post. oh i love dutch lady milk. fresh milk. not powdered. gua bukan bayi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now comtemplating (always happens) whether to do chemistry essay exercise or practice guitar or practice piano or tido. but given the adrenaline rush i had 2 weeks back rushing through syllabus... urgh... nt liking the choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch out,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: maaf la, no pics. lazy nak choose and upload.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-380778642076286883?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/380778642076286883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=380778642076286883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/380778642076286883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/380778642076286883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-cha-ta.html' title='lA chA tA'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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-6687725999850880760.post-2412714111799298748</id><published>2009-09-10T20:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:01:35.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post-trial outing</title><content type='html'>ah gawd, i had a long taxing day. too lazy to update blog but i better get to it or else the pictures basi ady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a very impromptu thingy. after math paper yesterday (wed), jiawei, cy and i were just chilling out. doing a post-mortem  on the Math paper 2. then jiawei all of a sudden asked me whether wanna go out at night. cos he's sick of his house. even i am sick of my house. when you're stuck at home studying non-stop, yea, it becomes a torture chamber. sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i quickly went around asking some peeps to tag along. initial plan was to go Station 1 but nah... the food ain't tht wow there. so we decided on Simply Fish. mainly cos jiawei ask me to decide (cos he has no friggin clue on where else to go) and also cos i want fish and chips. xD Station 1 doesnt have them. they have fish FILLET and chips. u know? the fish patty for burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sqj0JQP4DoI/AAAAAAAABgM/u0Dm_Be8-lg/s1600-h/DSC01976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sqj0JQP4DoI/AAAAAAAABgM/u0Dm_Be8-lg/s400/DSC01976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379818194711613058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiawei and soonheng ordered these aphrodisiacs. too fishy. can't stand the smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sqj0I-1CJ8I/AAAAAAAABgE/_VYmTLcwCT4/s1600-h/DSC01977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sqj0I-1CJ8I/AAAAAAAABgE/_VYmTLcwCT4/s400/DSC01977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379818190035625922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*slurppp* *goes high*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sqj0IipymfI/AAAAAAAABf8/iRNbIGQwfU4/s1600-h/DSC01978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sqj0IipymfI/AAAAAAAABf8/iRNbIGQwfU4/s400/DSC01978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379818182472276466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you know, one thing we all forgot to do was to take a group photo. argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sqj0H0c1xbI/AAAAAAAABfs/OQPT_fNNVHI/s1600-h/DSC01980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sqj0H0c1xbI/AAAAAAAABfs/OQPT_fNNVHI/s400/DSC01980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379818170069927346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pilip and lem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqjzXwEFHpI/AAAAAAAABfk/IIiWZbT_3Tc/s1600-h/DSC01982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqjzXwEFHpI/AAAAAAAABfk/IIiWZbT_3Tc/s400/DSC01982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379817344258612882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;goh, lunar, jo, jas, aunty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqjzWl0WJrI/AAAAAAAABfM/GuSbLRIUMLo/s1600-h/DSC01987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqjzWl0WJrI/AAAAAAAABfM/GuSbLRIUMLo/s400/DSC01987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379817324328396466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nick, black, mc, cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqjzEx6PxKI/AAAAAAAABec/yjPAMVsX-yI/s1600-h/DSC01993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqjzEx6PxKI/AAAAAAAABec/yjPAMVsX-yI/s400/DSC01993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379817018336724130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i still like this photo best compared to the other 2, u freak. u look good in this. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqjzXZV-dLI/AAAAAAAABfc/Sakvfk_RSrk/s1600-h/DSC01984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqjzXZV-dLI/AAAAAAAABfc/Sakvfk_RSrk/s400/DSC01984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379817338159658162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was experimenting with Picasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqjzW3Wl0sI/AAAAAAAABfU/dQWIaIgrRiQ/s1600-h/DSC01985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqjzW3Wl0sI/AAAAAAAABfU/dQWIaIgrRiQ/s400/DSC01985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379817329035432642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the black and white makes the effect of the photo even more... effect-ful? hahaha. jasmine's so gonna kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqjzWB9bXuI/AAAAAAAABfE/MscqamH4m2I/s1600-h/DSC01990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqjzWB9bXuI/AAAAAAAABfE/MscqamH4m2I/s400/DSC01990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379817314702810850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lem's iPod touch. one word. awesome-ness. cos it's awesome. iWant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqjzF8FdTvI/AAAAAAAABes/MrxvGD5do3Y/s1600-h/DSC01996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqjzF8FdTvI/AAAAAAAABes/MrxvGD5do3Y/s400/DSC01996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379817038247972594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pretty boy and i. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqjzFRVwZ0I/AAAAAAAABek/lU81VvE-oGk/s1600-h/DSC01995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqjzFRVwZ0I/AAAAAAAABek/lU81VvE-oGk/s400/DSC01995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379817026773608258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;underage drinking. drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqjzGLAmSLI/AAAAAAAABe0/MI18ukzSoW0/s1600-h/DSC01998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqjzGLAmSLI/AAAAAAAABe0/MI18ukzSoW0/s400/DSC01998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379817042254121138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the damage is done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqjzGmPJiUI/AAAAAAAABe8/eoiJN1hSFqg/s1600-h/DSC01999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqjzGmPJiUI/AAAAAAAABe8/eoiJN1hSFqg/s400/DSC01999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379817049562908994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gotta love this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sqj0INocU1I/AAAAAAAABf0/IUpkn-o_GMw/s1600-h/DSC01979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sqj0INocU1I/AAAAAAAABf0/IUpkn-o_GMw/s400/DSC01979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379818176829477714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;thanks for the awesome night guys. cy, lavnya, lem, phillip, sanjiv, goh, jiawei, kaili, jasmine, joanne. bday makan was good. company was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;next post, more touchy stuff to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch out,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&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/6687725999850880760-2412714111799298748?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/2412714111799298748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=2412714111799298748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/2412714111799298748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/2412714111799298748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-trial-outing.html' title='post-trial outing'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sqj0JQP4DoI/AAAAAAAABgM/u0Dm_Be8-lg/s72-c/DSC01976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-8961034814332221374</id><published>2009-09-07T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:34:30.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day</title><content type='html'>no it isn't the last day of trials for me. i wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; how i'm supposed to be spending my last day as an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;18yr old&lt;/span&gt;! arghh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqTtteB7GpI/AAAAAAAABeM/1qR4-SOeMMk/s1600-h/DSC01973-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqTtteB7GpI/AAAAAAAABeM/1qR4-SOeMMk/s400/DSC01973-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378685220398242450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;studying math! i mean... what the hell?? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nooooo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqTtt6yP5QI/AAAAAAAABeU/m3MDeMrwSCs/s1600-h/DSC01974-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqTtt6yP5QI/AAAAAAAABeU/m3MDeMrwSCs/s400/DSC01974-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378685228117124354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;math was never a subject to really study. you know? like back in secondary schooling days, you just get the paper and do. but then came STPM math.  !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea math IS fun and enjoyable &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(at times)&lt;/span&gt;. but not when you spend the final month before trials rushing through the syllabus cramming in facts and theories and solutions and methods (teacher mia pasal. not students. ehem.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqTtsw_vWvI/AAAAAAAABeE/wqJkJga0AEQ/s1600-h/DSC01970-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqTtsw_vWvI/AAAAAAAABeE/wqJkJga0AEQ/s400/DSC01970-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378685208309488370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anyway i'm just procrastinating. =) bad omen to study hard on the final day being 18. my myth. a foolish myth created 15 mins ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqTtspELDSI/AAAAAAAABd8/kon0_AxEl38/s1600-h/DSC01950-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqTtspELDSI/AAAAAAAABd8/kon0_AxEl38/s400/DSC01950-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378685206180597026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and i'm starting to freak out. need to get back to revision.&lt;br /&gt;but ahh... i love this post. got pictures. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqTtsKrVSFI/AAAAAAAABd0/KDU-ulBSLSA/s1600-h/DSC01381-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqTtsKrVSFI/AAAAAAAABd0/KDU-ulBSLSA/s400/DSC01381-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378685198023346258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;not that vain to get a picture of my own cake. mum's cake earlier this year. in fact i dont want a cake. at all. trials is a mood killer man. it flushed away all my libido. yea i know ryte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch out,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-8961034814332221374?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/8961034814332221374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=8961034814332221374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/8961034814332221374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/8961034814332221374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-day.html' title='last day'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqTtteB7GpI/AAAAAAAABeM/1qR4-SOeMMk/s72-c/DSC01973-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-2904604888456914410</id><published>2009-09-04T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:52:10.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>onaip</title><content type='html'>im being too carefree now. shit shit shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;focus nicholas!! trials are not over!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm just too darn happy that biology is done with! dun care if i fail it. cos i know i didnt put my heart into it. *rawr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been practising my guitar lately =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead i'm practising the piano. i mean, wth man. but yea... learning Sara Bareilles' Love Song. i noe... dah kuno dah... but it's so fun to jam to. mastered. now learning Rihanna's Unfaithful. u noe when i first heard it on the radio, i thought the title of the song was Murderer. hahaha. cos it's the last word in the chorus and there's so much stress to the word. i dont see why it wasnt the title. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengah procrastinating ni. i dun wanna study.... T_T guess what, i read weikeong's blog earlier today bout his review on the Ashley Tisdale movie, Picture This. guess what? it finished downloading already so yea, maybe i'll watch it. good reason not to study. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kie ciaoz. it's close to 2 weeks already waiting for the darn thing. damn maxis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqEpYLpIEWI/AAAAAAAABds/p9DRzEX2RPg/s1600-h/Image277gd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqEpYLpIEWI/AAAAAAAABds/p9DRzEX2RPg/s400/Image277gd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377624925475967330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;random note, i loveeeeeeee my sister. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch out,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-2904604888456914410?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/2904604888456914410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=2904604888456914410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/2904604888456914410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/2904604888456914410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/09/onaip.html' title='onaip'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SqEpYLpIEWI/AAAAAAAABds/p9DRzEX2RPg/s72-c/Image277gd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-6334685179558150620</id><published>2009-08-30T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:14:21.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>linens!</title><content type='html'>today was equally as stressful as any other day. i'm just waiting for the Thursday 2pm bell to ring then i'm over with PA and Bio. the two most dreaded subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why la whyyyyy wasnt i disciplined enough to study earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why oh why do i always put myself in this anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ihatemyself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;was showering just now and an old idea struck me. i planned to blog bout this long ago but i never got to it. dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a number of stuff i'd wanna get rid of. just need to change them. like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Spqg_yzLcoI/AAAAAAAABcs/uhHjxp2Iqx0/s1600-h/DSC01954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Spqg_yzLcoI/AAAAAAAABcs/uhHjxp2Iqx0/s400/DSC01954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375786123048743554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my wallet, which i bought when i was... form 3 i think...? 4 yrs ady. still in good condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpqhAhUhFhI/AAAAAAAABc8/tvk8DjcbSVk/s1600-h/DSC01959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpqhAhUhFhI/AAAAAAAABc8/tvk8DjcbSVk/s400/DSC01959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375786135536604690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my school bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpqhAQcre-I/AAAAAAAABc0/M13YZHfaYfY/s1600-h/DSC01955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpqhAQcre-I/AAAAAAAABc0/M13YZHfaYfY/s400/DSC01955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375786131007437794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pencil case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i dunno why la. but a part of me just wants to get rid of these teenage stuff i have. high school was part of my life. and i love it. but i wanna leave it at where it is. i need to move on. and it's hard sometimes having material things which remind you of high school every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's a whole other story bout my bed. you see, i was this harry potter fan. (not so crazy anymore) parkson was having a sale for bed linens and blankets and yes, u guess right. they sold harry potter stuff. so mum bought them for me. and this was like what? form 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpqhB7zjrSI/AAAAAAAABdM/CuBMhGMYTjE/s1600-h/DSC01962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpqhB7zjrSI/AAAAAAAABdM/CuBMhGMYTjE/s400/DSC01962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375786159825988898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpqhBNl2QAI/AAAAAAAABdE/ovxA3hHlXaI/s1600-h/DSC01961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpqhBNl2QAI/AAAAAAAABdE/ovxA3hHlXaI/s400/DSC01961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375786147420454914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i cant get rid of them!! arghh! primarily cos they're still in good condition (hey i jaga my things kayh?) and cos it wasnt cheap too. plus where do i dispose them if i dun want them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside, i'm dyingggg to have an exotic sophisticated looking bed. hahaha. i have weird taste. shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpqidVsvvWI/AAAAAAAABdk/vpusCH0L2o8/s1600-h/tempo_grey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpqidVsvvWI/AAAAAAAABdk/vpusCH0L2o8/s400/tempo_grey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375787730144836962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Spqic28ihKI/AAAAAAAABdc/PYKMfPSEsMs/s1600-h/AbyssBeddingPercGreyShtsF9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Spqic28ihKI/AAAAAAAABdc/PYKMfPSEsMs/s400/AbyssBeddingPercGreyShtsF9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375787721889580194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpqicUEmq-I/AAAAAAAABdU/5wKdL6IG-Ic/s1600-h/6490438d0ceea78477aafce3a331488b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpqicUEmq-I/AAAAAAAABdU/5wKdL6IG-Ic/s400/6490438d0ceea78477aafce3a331488b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375787712528165858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i don't know why but grey turns me on. ok, plain stuff turns me on. i mean, they're so dull and boring yet... very soothing... and comforting. makes me wanna balut myself up in bed and hibernate there all day, with a rainy weather thank u very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, i duno why i ranting. i just need to let it all out~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly la... i'm saving money to change my stuff. bit by bit but surely. progressing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch out,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-6334685179558150620?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/6334685179558150620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=6334685179558150620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/6334685179558150620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/6334685179558150620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/08/linens.html' title='linens!'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Spqg_yzLcoI/AAAAAAAABcs/uhHjxp2Iqx0/s72-c/DSC01954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-6535454540543613538</id><published>2009-08-29T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:13:42.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time flies</title><content type='html'>it's already a year since the fateful incident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SplOIuwvNsI/AAAAAAAABcc/EYpTb1W-kdw/s1600-h/P1080149-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SplOIuwvNsI/AAAAAAAABcc/EYpTb1W-kdw/s400/P1080149-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375413542141769410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;time flies that's for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SplOHHIk1II/AAAAAAAABcE/SAIXDg9p9fg/s1600-h/P1070907-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SplOHHIk1II/AAAAAAAABcE/SAIXDg9p9fg/s400/P1070907-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375413514324464770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to think that i'm over it- maybe not so but working on it. some things are tough to shake off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SplOG6kvnFI/AAAAAAAABb8/B4ecX8Yr44c/s1600-h/29082008168-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SplOG6kvnFI/AAAAAAAABb8/B4ecX8Yr44c/s400/29082008168-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375413510952950866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;############################################&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter scale~&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to my bestie who's in Aussie now. chatted with him for a while just now.&lt;br /&gt;this was roughly part of what we chatted about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt;: so tell me, how did you celebrate your birthday? pathetic i know. haha! but how pathetic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chai&lt;/span&gt;: haha. din celebrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt;: wow... THAT pathetic!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chai&lt;/span&gt;: birthdays are pretty meaningless to me since i came to aus. it's just like an ordinary day to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt;: same here. i'm glad mine falls on an exam day. then i have reason not to care about it. then ponteng skool after exam to rest. that's the gift of the birthday itself. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chai&lt;/span&gt;: and my mum keeps nagging saying that i should go out with friends and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt;: haha, didn't you tell your mum you got no frens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chai&lt;/span&gt;: bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chai&lt;/span&gt;: whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chai&lt;/span&gt;: slut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chai&lt;/span&gt;: u struck a nerve, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt;: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the asshole is too stingy to spend some of his internet bandwith limit to view my blog. yea, a 5gb limit. how stingy.&lt;br /&gt;he told me not to put up this pic on the internet~ but what the heck, he doesn't view my blog. he wouldn't know unless you people tell him. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SplRE8hqNPI/AAAAAAAABck/mTNpE9nExz4/s1600-h/DSC01456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SplRE8hqNPI/AAAAAAAABck/mTNpE9nExz4/s400/DSC01456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375416775652029682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Punch out,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-6535454540543613538?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/6535454540543613538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=6535454540543613538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/6535454540543613538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/6535454540543613538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-flies.html' title='time flies'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SplOIuwvNsI/AAAAAAAABcc/EYpTb1W-kdw/s72-c/P1080149-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-150755497945458637</id><published>2009-08-28T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:14:01.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gibson &amp; ashton</title><content type='html'>i'm having this huge obsession over guitars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm loving how my left hand fingers mia fingertips are all keratin-ised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gibson hummingbird is so pretty... and sexy... and awesome... priced at $5,007. yeap, dollars. not msian ringgit. but that's the price quoted from the official Gibson site la. forum-ers say guitar music shops sell it cheaper. though there's hardly and guitar shops that sell Gibson guitars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpfxrwdrkdI/AAAAAAAABbs/oJMHBFronQo/s1600-h/Gibson_Hummingbird_2008_-_Vintage_Sunburst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpfxrwdrkdI/AAAAAAAABbs/oJMHBFronQo/s400/Gibson_Hummingbird_2008_-_Vintage_Sunburst.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375030414336037330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ah well, no matter how cheap it could go, still too expensive. in case u still have not realised, i have an undying taste and thirst for expensive stuff. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Spfxrbp3IiI/AAAAAAAABbk/8q49UQUx2gU/s1600-h/SSHVPHCNH1-Finish-Shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Spfxrbp3IiI/AAAAAAAABbk/8q49UQUx2gU/s400/SSHVPHCNH1-Finish-Shot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375030408749982242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;not helping that Michelle Branch has a Gibson Hummingbird. and that show, Brothers and Sisters, well yea, the guitar makes appearences in the show as well... too tempting... don't worry, i'm not that wack to order it online.. YET.. wait til i get a stable job. =D my dream guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as for now, i'm happily married to my Ashton guitar which i'm loving very dearly =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpfxsbQEBhI/AAAAAAAABb0/9gvt75fmmvw/s1600-h/DSC01947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpfxsbQEBhI/AAAAAAAABb0/9gvt75fmmvw/s400/DSC01947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375030425821644306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Punch out,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-150755497945458637?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/150755497945458637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=150755497945458637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/150755497945458637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/150755497945458637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/08/gibson-ashton.html' title='gibson &amp; ashton'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpfxrwdrkdI/AAAAAAAABbs/oJMHBFronQo/s72-c/Gibson_Hummingbird_2008_-_Vintage_Sunburst.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-5551076832242850059</id><published>2009-08-27T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:45:10.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 hour tuition</title><content type='html'>today was superbly eventful. if you consider a 5-hour chemistry tuition a once in a lifetime event, then yea, it was eventful. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extra math class in the morning. hated it cos he's teaching a mach 5 speed. doesnt care whether we grasp the concept or not. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had our Chess farewell party in Seoul garden. which was, aight la, i have to say they've improved the place here and there. thank you to Lem who was the mastermind behind it. hey, a free meal! thanks to the juniors (although i only know some of you by names) for well... paying for our food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i must say i feel it is kinda stupid. i mean, the juniors barely know us and they're supposed to do a farewell for us, what more, pay for us? i dun get the sense in that lor. it's a tradition which should be abolished. though, my say alone cant do much. cos well, i had to pay for my seniors' meal last year so definitely i'd like someone to pay for mine too. haha! i guess the cycle goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpalwRrkuWI/AAAAAAAABak/8wgDjWr5CYI/s1600-h/DSC01917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpalwRrkuWI/AAAAAAAABak/8wgDjWr5CYI/s400/DSC01917.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374665454111734114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeong and i. gawd. been a long time since we camwhored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Spal7nOEX2I/AAAAAAAABbM/Dv75LZj8L88/s1600-h/DSC01938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Spal7nOEX2I/AAAAAAAABbM/Dv75LZj8L88/s400/DSC01938.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374665648872120162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lunar and solar (dun wth me lam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Spal7FlxVfI/AAAAAAAABbE/IZjrTOf5WAI/s1600-h/DSC01936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Spal7FlxVfI/AAAAAAAABbE/IZjrTOf5WAI/s400/DSC01936.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374665639844730354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lunar, moo, solar, tansri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Spal63oQ-qI/AAAAAAAABa8/zw2dS5Ckg08/s1600-h/DSC01934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Spal63oQ-qI/AAAAAAAABa8/zw2dS5Ckg08/s400/DSC01934.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374665636097096354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you see... we didnt get to sit next to the mirror... so... big mirror near the sink... go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Spal6RXASAI/AAAAAAAABa0/EEOwvn4Tb_4/s1600-h/DSC01927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Spal6RXASAI/AAAAAAAABa0/EEOwvn4Tb_4/s400/DSC01927.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374665625824151554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;act cute ni. go die la asshole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Spalw2d2MYI/AAAAAAAABas/ZkG1fkc5BNA/s1600-h/DSC01925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Spalw2d2MYI/AAAAAAAABas/ZkG1fkc5BNA/s400/DSC01925.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374665463986270594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;asshole, mc, moo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check this out, i forgot i key-ed in the day i got my car into my phone calender. damnnn... time flies. it's been a year already. know what's so ironic? i was eating at Seoul Garden before i went to collect my car. why the dates match? i dunno. til i saw the reminder this morn. ah well. shit happens. good shit. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpamHbiUVSI/AAAAAAAABbc/dlm8G_iDt1k/s1600-h/DSC01945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpamHbiUVSI/AAAAAAAABbc/dlm8G_iDt1k/s400/DSC01945.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374665851894256930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cy, remember how u insisted on following me when i got the call from my mum to go collect the car? yea... good times... bet you forgot u asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd i look so different. with braces. thinner cheeks. sharper chin. cy looks bloated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpalvCV0EHI/AAAAAAAABaM/VtkIBAbcJhI/s1600-h/20082008035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpalvCV0EHI/AAAAAAAABaM/VtkIBAbcJhI/s400/20082008035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374665432814063730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i've gained some weight. hurrah to that. random thought, saw a rifle today. so mesmerizing. yet im too afraid to approach and touch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Spal8IWWp8I/AAAAAAAABbU/OKFNWas6l5s/s1600-h/DSC01939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Spal8IWWp8I/AAAAAAAABbU/OKFNWas6l5s/s400/DSC01939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374665657765242818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm dead tired. achieving so much in a day with only 4 hours of sleep. gawd the human body is so fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;selamat malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Spalvue0lCI/AAAAAAAABaU/ogFe2lJCyh8/s1600-h/DSC01906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Spalvue0lCI/AAAAAAAABaU/ogFe2lJCyh8/s400/DSC01906.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374665444663006242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Punch out,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-5551076832242850059?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/5551076832242850059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=5551076832242850059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/5551076832242850059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/5551076832242850059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/08/5-hour-tuition.html' title='5 hour tuition'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpalwRrkuWI/AAAAAAAABak/8wgDjWr5CYI/s72-c/DSC01917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-3151144502703485961</id><published>2009-08-27T00:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:40:45.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labels</title><content type='html'>ahh... i dunno why this topic suddenly popped into my mind just 5 minutes ago (ok maybe 10, considering i need 5 mins to type this down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess being in a social network, you somehow subconsciously label people according to your whim and fancy (quoting mr khoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, just think about it, think of a person and the label that comes to your mind in say... 5 secs. you're not supposed to think too hard about it then the label would be wavered by other factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like hmm... chunyian - the good looking one, jiawei - the politcian, ester - the open-minded one, alex - the hot-headed one, lem - gadget boy (has all the latest gadgets and consoles), phillip - the one with a contagious laughter, soonheng - the fat one, sanjiv - the black, desmond - the killer, kaili - the mother, lavnya - the maid, jasmine lim - the starer (she loves to stare), joanne - the fair, pretty one, jasmine chan - the huge smiled one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpViX7Ty5nI/AAAAAAAABaE/NfWGwYqPGvA/s1600-h/DSC01832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpViX7Ty5nI/AAAAAAAABaE/NfWGwYqPGvA/s400/DSC01832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374309893533787762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-random pic. dun like leaving posts naked-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are roughly the labels i have of some of my friends. some i made on my own. some prolly influenced by peers a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my point is, labels, be it good or bad, helps us remember people better. at the end of the day, let's face it, people want to be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard for me to label myself though. i used to be the bitchy one back in highschool. a label that i've come to embrace and detest at the same time. yes it made me recognizable. but it's not something i was proud of. at least now it's gone. i hope. i assume. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when you think of me, what would you label me as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch out,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: sorry if my labels offended any of the living, dead or the dying.&lt;br /&gt;PSS: sorry for missing out some names. running outta time. need to get back to revision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-3151144502703485961?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/3151144502703485961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=3151144502703485961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/3151144502703485961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/3151144502703485961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/08/labels.html' title='Labels'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpViX7Ty5nI/AAAAAAAABaE/NfWGwYqPGvA/s72-c/DSC01832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-5666490179529312593</id><published>2009-08-24T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:40:49.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brothers &amp; sisters</title><content type='html'>i've been super addicted to this series Brothers and Sisters. though it's kinda late... but... hear me out... Gene came back from Australia and i specifically told him to bring back the DVDs of this show (which he clearly did not fulfil). you see, he's been bugging me to watch it. but i dun start watching a series unless it's from episode 1 season 1. stubborn me. tell me bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long story cut short, the asshole brought back season 3 only cos one of his uni mates borrowed seasons 1 and 2. i figured, what the heck, worth a shot. started watching from season 3 and daymn.... i'm hooked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done with season 3 and luckily, Shaun (thanks so much) has the season 1 dvd! weee! so now i'm hooked on season 1 with trials creeping up my ass (yea, it's THAT close). but... come on la... biology notes over a friggin hot drama series!? no way! (but yes way now that time's running out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i seriously feel lor, that this has gotta be the best series i've ever watched cos... well... it's real. it's logical. shit happens in life. and it shows how the family struggles through all the shit in life and how they have their backs for each other. and no la, it's not as boring as you think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun like leaving my posts pictureless. main actors of the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpIzYB7yKJI/AAAAAAAABZ8/fwOHOBz11fE/s1600-h/tommy-walker-730282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpIzYB7yKJI/AAAAAAAABZ8/fwOHOBz11fE/s400/tommy-walker-730282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373413793335486610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tommy walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpIzXW2aI3I/AAAAAAAABZs/1mzXIFM8pJQ/s1600-h/rachgriff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpIzXW2aI3I/AAAAAAAABZs/1mzXIFM8pJQ/s400/rachgriff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373413781770216306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sarah walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpIzOhvslUI/AAAAAAAABZk/0yF-Fx97ErU/s1600-h/kevin-walker-pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpIzOhvslUI/AAAAAAAABZk/0yF-Fx97ErU/s400/kevin-walker-pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373413630076032322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kevin walker (my fav char. he has a thick welsh accent in real life but in the show he's 100% american wei. pro sial)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpIzOPyMCEI/AAAAAAAABZc/r8gFT-Yi4L8/s1600-h/kitty-walker-pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpIzOPyMCEI/AAAAAAAABZc/r8gFT-Yi4L8/s400/kitty-walker-pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373413625254643778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kitty walker (ally mcbeal. ring a bell?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpIzNzoM9BI/AAAAAAAABZU/lW5TH7yLaM8/s1600-h/justin-walker-photo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpIzNzoM9BI/AAAAAAAABZU/lW5TH7yLaM8/s400/justin-walker-photo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373413617696568338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;justin walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpIzMz6nmgI/AAAAAAAABZE/YMu9IST9Geg/s1600-h/baby-on-the-way.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpIzMz6nmgI/AAAAAAAABZE/YMu9IST9Geg/s400/baby-on-the-way.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373413600593943042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nora walker (the mum. middle one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpIzNRzgy3I/AAAAAAAABZM/Uz5X8woGhK4/s1600-h/brothers-sisters-cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpIzNRzgy3I/AAAAAAAABZM/Uz5X8woGhK4/s400/brothers-sisters-cast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373413608617200498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that wraps it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch out,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-5666490179529312593?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/5666490179529312593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=5666490179529312593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/5666490179529312593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/5666490179529312593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/08/brothers-sisters.html' title='brothers &amp; sisters'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SpIzYB7yKJI/AAAAAAAABZ8/fwOHOBz11fE/s72-c/tommy-walker-730282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-1858963377759275738</id><published>2009-07-24T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:47:41.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chalk and charcoal</title><content type='html'>to the beta-mites, here's the photo. if you want a higher resolution, nudge me in messenger. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SmmeRIloPgI/AAAAAAAABY8/3dkzcfC0p-s/s1600-h/DSC01620+charcoal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SmmeRIloPgI/AAAAAAAABY8/3dkzcfC0p-s/s400/DSC01620+charcoal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361990848561561090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;memories that will last for a life time. i'm glad and proud to be in beta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch out,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-1858963377759275738?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/1858963377759275738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=1858963377759275738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/1858963377759275738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/1858963377759275738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/07/chalk-and-charcoal.html' title='chalk and charcoal'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SmmeRIloPgI/AAAAAAAABY8/3dkzcfC0p-s/s72-c/DSC01620+charcoal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-5851963134656776838</id><published>2009-07-20T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:02:32.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm amazed at how obnoxious some people can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they just go on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...magnify not the faults of others that thine own faults may not appear great..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though... hmm... i'm pretty much contradicting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people need to get a taste of their own medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch out,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-5851963134656776838?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/5851963134656776838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=5851963134656776838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/5851963134656776838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/5851963134656776838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-amazed-at-how-obnoxious-some-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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-6687725999850880760.post-6674709247397792258</id><published>2009-07-11T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:35:40.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rmb the time</title><content type='html'>*cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok secret's out, i woke up wed morning with a swollen tonsil. and it was 7.00am. late for school. sleepy. irritated by the throat. solution? sleep in. XD  til bout 10.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to start stepping up my game.. all i have are empty resolutions. i live on empty resolutions. gotta make it work... grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently chilling out with some canadian bahai youths. man they're wacky. it's all too goody-american-ish.. me like. stupid move by the gov to make Math and Science in malay AGAIN. hopefully my sister wouldn't be affected. or else. rugi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta work hard and earn big bucks (while serving of course) to ensure my kids get btr education... elsewhr... international schools... kinda tempting... hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, my new cpu arrived so cheers to the revival of my blog. no worries of leaving work half done anymore. waiting for jude to come online to dota one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went thru some old pics. mooncake festival dance. prolly one of those events that i'll remember for life. for many reasons... hmm... 'last' related to it. dun bother decoding what i said. it's complicated. need to rant out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SldqnO8hHhI/AAAAAAAABY0/FSIykkdGtCw/s1600-h/P1080133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SldqnO8hHhI/AAAAAAAABY0/FSIykkdGtCw/s400/P1080133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356867504039861778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sldqm8qWs3I/AAAAAAAABYs/n0NTj4pI6wo/s1600-h/P1080013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sldqm8qWs3I/AAAAAAAABYs/n0NTj4pI6wo/s400/P1080013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356867499131843442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SldqmhCn89I/AAAAAAAABYk/5eRZAhdafzQ/s1600-h/P1080012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SldqmhCn89I/AAAAAAAABYk/5eRZAhdafzQ/s400/P1080012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356867491717444562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SldqmSrrpyI/AAAAAAAABYc/Ysn2siuPnzs/s1600-h/P1080007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SldqmSrrpyI/AAAAAAAABYc/Ysn2siuPnzs/s400/P1080007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356867487863121698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o.O braces moments. kinda miss wearing em. miss hating em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i've come to accept the fact that some things are too broken to be fixed. maybe what it already is, is the best it could get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch out,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-6674709247397792258?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/6674709247397792258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=6674709247397792258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/6674709247397792258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/6674709247397792258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/07/rmb-time.html' title='rmb the time'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SldqnO8hHhI/AAAAAAAABY0/FSIykkdGtCw/s72-c/P1080133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-4442227887245443038</id><published>2009-07-06T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:40:26.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look wht flew in from down under</title><content type='html'>ahhh~ i got my parcel from australia. happy happy me! no, i did not get it for free, i had to pay for it. friggin expensive. but it is soooooooo worth it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uplifting chants and songs. ahhh~ gonna power play the tunes while doing revision (provided i do do revision lar heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SlHdd3TrC0I/AAAAAAAABYM/dBZsxJUsLuQ/s1600-h/DSC01326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SlHdd3TrC0I/AAAAAAAABYM/dBZsxJUsLuQ/s400/DSC01326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355304937052638018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SlHdm0NfVnI/AAAAAAAABYU/fZ3wOzGxbyc/s1600-h/DSC01328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SlHdm0NfVnI/AAAAAAAABYU/fZ3wOzGxbyc/s400/DSC01328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355305090840221298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ming shuuuuuuu!!! dun u just wanna get ur hands on those cds??? =D  u want a copy, u better leave a comment and stop being the silent reader. muahahaha! or else, no cd for u. i'm serious. !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rereading the 6th book, i felt as if i have never read the book before. everything seems hazy to me. maybe cos i was younger back then when i read the book. many words i couldnt understand. i'll make it a note to reread twilight saga. reading it the 2nd time shud be... hmm... a new adventure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SlHddRS_s_I/AAAAAAAABYE/LmADS90aiWo/s1600-h/DSC01325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SlHddRS_s_I/AAAAAAAABYE/LmADS90aiWo/s400/DSC01325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355304926849250290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting the living parcel tht flew in from australia. one thing i've learned~ to have friends, we must first be a friend. ahhh. so corny. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SlHddKgR6OI/AAAAAAAABX8/NTYzrj8Ybws/s1600-h/DSC01323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SlHddKgR6OI/AAAAAAAABX8/NTYzrj8Ybws/s400/DSC01323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355304925025921250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;btw the manggo tree in front of my house tengah berbuah ni. all the manggo sap, in lay man's term, the sticky-hard-to-come-out-once-kena-my-car-getah, keeps dripping on my car. annoying i tell u. stain my precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SlHddDUG1jI/AAAAAAAABX0/8eNErZcM440/s1600-h/DSC01266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SlHddDUG1jI/AAAAAAAABX0/8eNErZcM440/s400/DSC01266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355304923095815730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week's gonna be exciting i suppose. having a bday cum farewell makan for guantor besok. then meeting a Canadian Bahai family from China tmr as well. Wed, there will be senam robics in school, in the evening. good time to get a tan and dance around. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SlHdc0russI/AAAAAAAABXs/nZoZ7rQV5_A/s1600-h/DSC01244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SlHdc0russI/AAAAAAAABXs/nZoZ7rQV5_A/s400/DSC01244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355304919168365250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;brotha from anatha matha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch out,&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-4442227887245443038?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/4442227887245443038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=4442227887245443038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/4442227887245443038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/4442227887245443038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/07/look-wht-flew-in-from-down-under.html' title='look wht flew in from down under'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SlHdd3TrC0I/AAAAAAAABYM/dBZsxJUsLuQ/s72-c/DSC01326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-3793813164678536687</id><published>2009-07-05T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:10:31.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chai sim</title><content type='html'>wooosh~ it's been a long break. doesnt imply that i completely dumped my blog!! i just... had... some internal debate. i did wanna blog on few stuff; in which some would think i'm being a stuck up ass, or some are just mere hate posts whereby i dun wanna go there... too... sensitive.. wait til a time comes (in gazillion yrs) when i make this blog private, then uh huh~ hate posts are definitely on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many stuff to say, so little time to do so. cos my freaking cpu is dying bit by bit. it crashes all of a sudden and restarts itself. random crashes here and there. dun worry, i managed to get dad to fork out cash for a new cpu. thank gawd it wasn't such a hassle. that i'm grateful for. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatting on messenger has become so... black and white... cos i duno wtf is wrong with my messenger, that it cant view emoticons. even the default smiley ':)' is seen as texts instead of the yellow smiling bubble head. maybe that's one of the reasons why i'm being so... passive in chats lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i'm uber happy SNSD (korean girl group) has a new single - Tell Me Your Wish. freaking hot wei..... and Wonder Girls debut in the US with the english version of Nobody (sounds teeny weeny bit weird la).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, and i decided to re-read my Harry Potter Half Blood Prince, cos i dun wanna be completely blur during the movie, and then when the movie ends i can flame it by saying they miss out many important parts or twisted the plot to make it shorter. gawd i love bitching. plus watching the movie this time is special cos it's a date wif my bud from aussie. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, that asshole shud be on the plane right now. he'll be home soon. though i sounded much much much more excited in getting the cds which i tumpang him to buy for me. lol. he'll definitely make hell for me once he sees me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh... absence does make the heart grows fonder. (in some cases la) though Chai has been far far away, and we seldom chat cos of our separate lifestyles, but i know i could always count on him. and he's my outlet to bitching bout shit i couldnt hold to myself anymore. keeps me sane. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SlBquFBNJ2I/AAAAAAAABXk/TfFkmJJY0X8/s1600-h/DSC03017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SlBquFBNJ2I/AAAAAAAABXk/TfFkmJJY0X8/s400/DSC03017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354897296797280098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;during his last day of school, before he left for Aussie. walked around the school to reminisce the good old days. used to sit with him at that exact same spot in Form 2. =)  (we were teary eyed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SlBqt1TCnTI/AAAAAAAABXc/K6w8r996KWQ/s1600-h/DSC02902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SlBqt1TCnTI/AAAAAAAABXc/K6w8r996KWQ/s400/DSC02902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354897292577119538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we bought matching t-shirts. cos it was cheap. and a crazy spur of the moment thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SlBqtgUec0I/AAAAAAAABXU/EAadbTVFEYM/s1600-h/DSC02803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SlBqtgUec0I/AAAAAAAABXU/EAadbTVFEYM/s400/DSC02803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354897286945993538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;few days before he left kua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SlBqtPHbOpI/AAAAAAAABXE/0lFvSasp6jg/s1600-h/DSC02725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SlBqtPHbOpI/AAAAAAAABXE/0lFvSasp6jg/s400/DSC02725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354897282327853714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one of his visits back in 2008 i think... McD had that yucky Blueberry flavoured sundae which tasted like cough medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;anyhoo!! i'll be meeting up with him for lunch besok, kenot wait dah. then i gotta drive him back. but at least i get to flaunt my driving license in his face. which reminds me, gotta go clean my car. or else he got something to use against me. ooooh nooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick signing off.&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/6687725999850880760-3793813164678536687?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/3793813164678536687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=3793813164678536687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/3793813164678536687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/3793813164678536687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/07/chai-sim.html' title='chai sim'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SlBquFBNJ2I/AAAAAAAABXk/TfFkmJJY0X8/s72-c/DSC03017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-6929705362211862192</id><published>2009-06-22T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:30:49.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>utterless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;memories from last weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sj-iBnV3w7I/AAAAAAAABW8/6ztUqcE10bQ/s1600-h/DSC01221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sj-iBnV3w7I/AAAAAAAABW8/6ztUqcE10bQ/s400/DSC01221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350173030963725234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sj-iBYjm4_I/AAAAAAAABW0/bpG91QJDZSQ/s1600-h/DSC01220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sj-iBYjm4_I/AAAAAAAABW0/bpG91QJDZSQ/s400/DSC01220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350173026994807794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sj-iAypKbjI/AAAAAAAABWs/EyhTD4MCXrE/s1600-h/DSC01217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sj-iAypKbjI/AAAAAAAABWs/EyhTD4MCXrE/s400/DSC01217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350173016817561138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sj-iArovhcI/AAAAAAAABWk/R5Y1Y4i-HSk/s1600-h/DSC01213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sj-iArovhcI/AAAAAAAABWk/R5Y1Y4i-HSk/s400/DSC01213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350173014936749506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sj-iAaBhphI/AAAAAAAABWc/gUjc0C83mjo/s1600-h/DSC01208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sj-iAaBhphI/AAAAAAAABWc/gUjc0C83mjo/s400/DSC01208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350173010208859666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sj-h3fN8SrI/AAAAAAAABWU/ei26kW6m9uU/s1600-h/DSC01198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sj-h3fN8SrI/AAAAAAAABWU/ei26kW6m9uU/s400/DSC01198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350172856984292018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sj-h2zwOCpI/AAAAAAAABWM/mEvU7KYwkgI/s1600-h/DSC01195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sj-h2zwOCpI/AAAAAAAABWM/mEvU7KYwkgI/s400/DSC01195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350172845316901522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sj-h2ct-BKI/AAAAAAAABWE/WqDROpDLvuE/s1600-h/DSC01177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sj-h2ct-BKI/AAAAAAAABWE/WqDROpDLvuE/s400/DSC01177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350172839133447330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sj-h1xTIQTI/AAAAAAAABV0/f8ydQqYOU7c/s1600-h/DSC01157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sj-h1xTIQTI/AAAAAAAABV0/f8ydQqYOU7c/s400/DSC01157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350172827478147378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;who knew posting up pictures without typing much could be... hmm... relaxing... but nah, i wont be doing much of these posts. worry la ppl grab my pics... apparently &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;... ehem... grabbed a pic of mine 2 posts ago and posted on his blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sj-h2FWoKzI/AAAAAAAABV8/4LVlmf3NQRA/s1600-h/DSC01173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sj-h2FWoKzI/AAAAAAAABV8/4LVlmf3NQRA/s400/DSC01173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350172832861530930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick signing off~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-6929705362211862192?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/6929705362211862192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=6929705362211862192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/6929705362211862192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/6929705362211862192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/06/utterless.html' title='utterless'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sj-iBnV3w7I/AAAAAAAABW8/6ztUqcE10bQ/s72-c/DSC01221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-3788968311089789880</id><published>2009-06-20T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:53:36.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perfecto</title><content type='html'>i believe perfectionism is a very important aspect in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfectionism gives us that 'drive', that 'push' to be better. to score better. to do well. i mean, you could be from the last class in school, and be the first boy. and you're contented with that? compared to the last boy in the first class, the difference in huge. with perfectionism comes the will to better one's self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most people say it's the journey that counts, not the result. my opinion? you're just saying it cos you're gawd damn lazy to strive for perfection. yes i admit the journey is important. but if the journey is bout having fun and not putting effort and end up giving a horrible performance, then wtf is that journey for. to me, it's meaningless. cos you are not matured enough to set the priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, not studying and having fun throughout your life, and end up working as a garbage truck worker. you should be happy right? since the journey counts. u had fun during your teens, ie, the journey. the result doesnt matter. makes sense? (not demoralizing the garbage truck workers. respect them fully for cleaning up our mess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for instance, during the LCC dance practice, i loved it so much because all 5 of us, ester, anngie, junmei, chunyian and i practiced like shit everyday to master the dance. even though exhausting, but the contention was there. for me. and i especially loved junmei's attitude cos she had to learn the routine in bout 2 or 3 days. and she kept practicing and asking us to help her. that's perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, yes, everyone has different degrees of perfectionism in them. how much they're willing to commit. but, if you are in a team, and your team is doing well, except for you, i expect that person to step up his game and work harder to perfect whatever mistakes he's making. cos your imperfections jeopardizes the whole team's effort. cos at the end of the day, to the audience, a perfect performance is what they see, whether the journey was meaningful or not, they dont freaking care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am a little too.. hmm... aggresive when it comes to perfection. but that's just the way i was raised. getting 99 for Add Math in form 4 wasnt good enough for my dad. getting 3rd was never good enough for my mum. though i don't blame them for being that way. because, they push me to work harder. i push myself to work harder. so that's just the way i am. that sometimes i hate my performances cos i dun feel they're good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i know things are impossible. not achievable. and though i complain bout it. but my conscience keeps pushing me to work for it. though i know it'll end up in vain. but somehow i fight... a losing war. but it's ok. cos at least i knew i worked hard for it. now here's when the journey counts dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every team needs a perfectionist cos that person pushes the others to strive. though he may be hated, but i think it's crucial. cos when the team performs, it'll be because of that sole person. in my opinion la heh. if u feel otherwise, then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe, i think this is a completely useless post. i mean, what i feel and think, it's hard to put it in words. just penning down my thoughts due to an event that happened earlier cos some people just couldn't set their priorities. not that i was being bossy but it was our only practice since months. and we gotta perform it tomorrow. in front of a House member. it's huge. to me. i mean, if it's a big thing, what's so wrong with putting up a perfect performance. if you're gonna say it's the journey that matters, then i think we shouldnt perform. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, not everything is about perfection. but if you know the priorities, or have gone through certain events that just piss you off, then you'll get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proof-reading this post will cause the perfectionist in me to be upset bout this post, so im just gonna post it up and get done with it. if you dont like what i'm saying, silently leave this blog thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-3788968311089789880?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/3788968311089789880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=3788968311089789880' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/3788968311089789880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/3788968311089789880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/06/perfecto.html' title='perfecto'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-7527855211566145295</id><published>2009-06-19T16:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T17:30:12.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>survived!</title><content type='html'>i survived the 1st week of second semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess you can say it was a relaxing week since studies hasn't completely resumed (except for bio. ish...) cos most of the teachers were discussing the exam papers (except bio....). got back mostly all of them (except bio...). no idea why that woman mark so slow. hers was the first paper of our 2 week exam somemore. melampau ni, given 4 weeks to mark also can't mark finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, once again history never fails to repeat itself. a 74 for PA. AGAIN! just 1 more mark. 1 freaking mark. God's telling me something. i suck at PA. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SjtJuQ0_F4I/AAAAAAAABVE/8mLN4cl42-s/s1600-h/DSC01079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SjtJuQ0_F4I/AAAAAAAABVE/8mLN4cl42-s/s400/DSC01079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348950041572611970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my eye was swollen since sunday for i-dunno-what-the-hell-god-damn-cause. condition worsened on monday. great, what a way to start the 1st day of second sem (i have no idea why i'm talking as if i'm in college. haha) today's friday, and my eye has hmm... healed... mostly la. masih ada sikit fragments of the swell. ruined my double eyelid (haha to kai li).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's how bad it was. taken on tuesday though. not sure if it was better or worse compared to monday. on a brighter note~ ah~~ brown iris~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SjtJu6i4mcI/AAAAAAAABVc/FAbD9JQizds/s1600-h/DSC01146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SjtJu6i4mcI/AAAAAAAABVc/FAbD9JQizds/s400/DSC01146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348950052770978242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus plus plus! did ya noe! i finally visited the Eye On Malaysia for the first time~ jakun i tau. but, malu la, a malaccan who hasnt sat on one. at least spulrge out that RM10 to sit on it... was... well... hmm... it's good to have great company with you during the ride. it gets boring. going 7 rounds. too long. they shud make it cheaper and cut the rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SjtJukP5VsI/AAAAAAAABVM/oUkS0cpB5Qg/s1600-h/DSC01127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SjtJukP5VsI/AAAAAAAABVM/oUkS0cpB5Qg/s400/DSC01127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348950046785754818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i hate driving out many times. like just now i had to fetch my sister at 3.30 from school. then come home, send her for piano class which is at 4.30. then i gotta pick her up at 5.30. leaving the house 3 times, who knew you could ever get sick of the road leading to and fro home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway since i was out, pergi hantar some durians to soonheng. nah, not the actual one, i am too lazy to bring those spiky fruits into my car and unload it. ruin my car seat =). just the isi which my mum took out yesterday and kept in fridge. still fresh one kie!? i not so sadistic give him durian-which-is-about-to-rot. (though i noe at times i do. =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SjtaeMr-BUI/AAAAAAAABVk/XNGN47QGbgo/s1600-h/durian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SjtaeMr-BUI/AAAAAAAABVk/XNGN47QGbgo/s400/durian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348968457280816450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;while i was googling the durian images, i saw this red durian, it seems could only be found in sabah. my opinion? yucks. laueh.... looks as if i'm eating raw meat from a fruit... u noe... some fruits are better left untouched genetically. geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SjtaeTqe-uI/AAAAAAAABVs/U7itTB2FRw4/s1600-h/red-durian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SjtaeTqe-uI/AAAAAAAABVs/U7itTB2FRw4/s400/red-durian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348968459153636066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and now it's reaching 5.30~ gotta go fetch sis... see... going out... again.... dreadful road... curses for my house being located in a jungle.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SjtJul3gcSI/AAAAAAAABVU/i7MPUTENHs0/s1600-h/DSC01140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SjtJul3gcSI/AAAAAAAABVU/i7MPUTENHs0/s400/DSC01140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348950047220330786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nick signing off~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: song for the day, Miley Cyrus - Hoedown Throwdown (i noe she's an annoying brat, but the song's a good song to dance to. xD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-7527855211566145295?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/7527855211566145295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=7527855211566145295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/7527855211566145295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/7527855211566145295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/06/survived.html' title='survived!'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SjtJuQ0_F4I/AAAAAAAABVE/8mLN4cl42-s/s72-c/DSC01079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-7887682938656975362</id><published>2009-06-10T13:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:33:15.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mov</title><content type='html'>i am one who does not like movies. a part of me just yearns to understand and relate to the characters in a deeper way, in which, a 2 hour movie fails to offer me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to see how a character develops. his triumphs and failures. because, like a few of my blog mates who have been giving their views on movies, movies are not real. they do not happen. like how steph was cursing cinderella. so true. there are no happy ever afters. well, maybe not like how those happy-ever-after-movie-style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a series guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love how the seasons end with cliffhangers (cos they wanna fire some jackass actor who's giving lots of trouble; eg. Grey's Anatomy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Si9PRHQ1xvI/AAAAAAAABUs/USg3JBRWdEw/s1600-h/0515dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Si9PRHQ1xvI/AAAAAAAABUs/USg3JBRWdEw/s400/0515dead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345578438138119922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or how the characters are in love, yet they dun wanna admit to one another. it's so cheesy but yet it happens. admit it people. (talking bout Blaire and Chuck in Gossip Girl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Si9PRi5QDNI/AAAAAAAABU8/fRSKZ13paA4/s1600-h/y1pd1nK8x1cx-U5YLxwEGF6azkP3EiwEz2Lxy9htlyfynGtEDSe1dKunkOp7X29va3Z6WFQhj9CU58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Si9PRi5QDNI/AAAAAAAABU8/fRSKZ13paA4/s400/y1pd1nK8x1cx-U5YLxwEGF6azkP3EiwEz2Lxy9htlyfynGtEDSe1dKunkOp7X29va3Z6WFQhj9CU58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345578445555371218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or how some ugly latino girl can be so annoying yet so right at her virtues and principles (ugly betty. ring a bell?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Si9PRbMXN_I/AAAAAAAABU0/qpbc5wNJ_qs/s1600-h/ugly_betty_161206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Si9PRbMXN_I/AAAAAAAABU0/qpbc5wNJ_qs/s400/ugly_betty_161206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345578443488049138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is why, so wasted i'm living in malaysia. at least in america i would have free cable. and i could watch all those series i religiously follow. praise the lord for the internet though cos i could download the shows a day after it's premiered in the States. walau bagaimanapun, ni celaka mia sohai streamyx sucks super big time i just can go on and on complaining bout their horrible sucky shit up service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok yes yes i'm just crapping to not leave my blog unattended for a long streak. i mean, how the hell la ester can update so much. not humanly possible. though padan muka dia ada tonsilitis. lebey. vehement adventures... *smacks forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, i wanna diss 17 again. it's a good movie. though it's effing stupid. firstly, to Mike (Zac Efron), why the hell la u go bang Scarlet and did not use condoms? dont u practise safe sex? geez.  anyway, since u got her pollinated, stupid Scarlet, couldn't wait til Mike's game of the season is over to tell him the big news ah? laueh. you retard or what? common sense tells u that that kind of news would ruin his concentration la. and wtf did u go for a pregnancy test the day he's having the big game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Si9PRM3umEI/AAAAAAAABUk/mJkfCLTZBo4/s1600-h/17_again_30603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Si9PRM3umEI/AAAAAAAABUk/mJkfCLTZBo4/s400/17_again_30603.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345578439643404354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nabai, u shud be there with him giving him pep talk and encouraging him. stupid. tell the news ady then just sit the hell down la. wanna walk to some lorong duno for what. act dramatic only. want him to chase u. and see, he ruined his future. and u wanna divorce him cos he blames u for ruining his future. WHICH IS SO FREAKING TRUE U DUMB BITCH. ur the reason his future's messed up! gawd, if only u waited til after the game. when he won the championship and secured a scholarship, don't u think that would have been better for the baby!? seriously la wei, use common sense la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Si9PQ6FERiI/AAAAAAAABUc/z3Fn9kTouDw/s1600-h/17_again_29717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Si9PQ6FERiI/AAAAAAAABUc/z3Fn9kTouDw/s400/17_again_29717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345578434599077410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just my 2 cents worth. but of course, if that dumb Scarlet wasnt stupid enough to tell Mike right before the game, there wouldn't have been a 17 Again. which brings me back to my point, movies are just dumb. make believe. no common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-7887682938656975362?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/7887682938656975362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=7887682938656975362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/7887682938656975362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/7887682938656975362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/06/mov.html' title='mov'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Si9PRHQ1xvI/AAAAAAAABUs/USg3JBRWdEw/s72-c/0515dead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-8205807837422057842</id><published>2009-06-06T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T11:19:46.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poyo?</title><content type='html'>was reading the blog of one of my childhood friend. it is quite saddening to see how much she has changed. when i was young i visioned us serving the Cause together as a team. (not in marriage of course. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess circumstances change. things change. you used to tell me how people misunderstand you bout your friendliness with guys. i too used to think they were wrong. because afterall, hey, you're my childhood bud. we grew up together. i KNOW you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this very moment though, i don't think i know you anymore. just by reading bout your wild adventures it scares me to see how far you've strayed. not that i am any better to judge. but i know that if i were in ur shoes, ah huh~ i know i've definitely strayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't see how you can abuse the word LOVE. it seems every new post you're talking bout a new guy. gawd. seriously though, what is love to you? maybe that's your vision of love. changing your special one every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most saddening of all, you have been a close fren to me and my family. my parents think of u as their own god daughter when we were younger. and now, cos of some person's influence, you ruined your life, tht's fine. but for you to even believe her fucking shit lies bout my parents, is just unforgivable. you should know better. but what do i expect? from a person who isn't a family person anymore right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my ardent blog readers, this is just a post to vent out my sadness and frustration towards someone i cared deeply. but she well... you know the gist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll update the next post with pictures of the KL trip. i was one hellavu happy boy when i wore the lab coat. wakakaka. doctor-like. hey! a boy can dream aight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick signing off~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Song for the day, Christina Aguilera - Hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS: i'm not effing emo dun worry. it is not worth it to be emo for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSSS: if YOU somehow stumbled upon this and read, just so you know, i'm still here to listen when you're ready to turn over a new leaf. please think bout your future. stop being so money minded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-8205807837422057842?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/8205807837422057842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=8205807837422057842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/8205807837422057842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/8205807837422057842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/06/poyo.html' title='poyo?'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-8074547260204907517</id><published>2009-06-01T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:22:40.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too numb</title><content type='html'>been drowning myself in sorrow and self pity too much that now i feel too numb to feel any sorrow and self pity. makes sense? no? i dun get it either. dun worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to makan with mum. i should consider having a career in lecturing... it seems so... simple... well, mum makes it look relaxing la. but i suppose she had to do loads of dog work to get to where she is now... so... hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum was suppose to go for a meeting at 3pm but turns out, it got postponed. received a text during lunch. lantaran itu, mak ku nak pergi jalan jalan kat mp/dp ni. drove there. one big jam outside dp parking lot. sohai. turn one round to clock tower to park in mp. mahai, clock tower jam as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, ady gone thru all the hassle, might as well make it worth it. after all my myvi ady tio scratch, anymore scratches wouldnt hurt. the first scratch is the deepest. (still, effing pig motor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent some time in niang's kong wah shop. hahahaha. (bubs dun marah) chit chat. so fun to eavesdrop on adult talk. it's so... informative... especially when the women get into the complaining part. their expressions~ fuyoh~ cantik siol. like a live soap drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffee bean makes me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SiOOFlfmTRI/AAAAAAAABUU/O_eU1H7rMpw/s1600-h/DSC01072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SiOOFlfmTRI/AAAAAAAABUU/O_eU1H7rMpw/s400/DSC01072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342269809606675730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiding my sister's stupid cute puppy plushie so that she couldnt find it when she comes home from day care, priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SiOOFU7suwI/AAAAAAAABUM/g0HLqTlCi2M/s1600-h/DSC00981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SiOOFU7suwI/AAAAAAAABUM/g0HLqTlCi2M/s400/DSC00981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342269805161134850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;may you survive being suffocated under my busuk bed. doubt ur owner wanna hug you once she finds you. wakakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: song for the day, Rihanna - Hatin' on the club. (her song bout the breakup with abuser Chris Brown. aww..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-8074547260204907517?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/8074547260204907517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=8074547260204907517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/8074547260204907517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/8074547260204907517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-numb.html' title='too numb'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SiOOFlfmTRI/AAAAAAAABUU/O_eU1H7rMpw/s72-c/DSC01072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-7486795202550131454</id><published>2009-05-30T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:28:44.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>karma</title><content type='html'>u know, i wanted to blog bout many things. had a trip to INTI college in Nilai today. during the journey up i was brainstorming on many blog-material stuff to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went out for makan just now with family at this hawker stall next to Renaissance Hotel. the one with the famous porridge. the thing bout this hawker, is that it's divided into 2. one is the chinese part, the other for fucking pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most cars park at the side of the road, which is well, next to the pig side. the chinese side is next to the river - Melaka river. the dirty one. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad parked my car at a brightly lit spot. there was a motorcyle parked just in front of my car. that fucker had ample space to move about. long story cut short, came back from makan, motorbike gone, car got scratches. long scratch on both of my left doors. well, ain't it suspicious then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even so, i may have targetted the wrong person. but i guess, lowlives who ride motorbikes, are the ones who usually commit such acts. (to my chinese friends who ride motor, u ppl are excluded) well, mostly oink-ing lowlives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so depressed right now cos it is my first scratch. my fucking first scratch. and it happened when i wasnt even driving. and it's not like my car caused any inconvenience to that fucking pig motor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 friends of mine got their cars scratched last thursday at the parking lot. the thing is, their cars weren't blocking anyone. it was a huge land. ample space. suspect? one old fucking chinese geezer. saw him going round looking at our cars. we can see our cars from the class room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, another friend of mine just realised his car got scratched as well. what is this? fucking scratching season? we who are considerate drivers whose cars did not cause any inconvenience got our cars damaged. whereas that fucker who parks at the Equitorial hotel in such a way he blocks the whole back alley, doesn't get his car scratched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's the sense in that? fuck la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-7486795202550131454?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/7486795202550131454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=7486795202550131454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/7486795202550131454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/7486795202550131454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/05/karma.html' title='karma'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-3457418395549770297</id><published>2009-05-24T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:08:59.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love u, F</title><content type='html'>ahhh... i had a very unfruitful weekend. planned to revise chemistry, maths and pa but to my dismay, too lazy. have not touched a single shit on pa. and we all know that Nick doesn't have the slightest ingenuity of a politician's mind. so yes, even though the pa questions are common sense, i tend to think out of this realm and choose stupid answers (wrong ones of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back from mahkota parade. guess what, i went to Coffee Bean to get my shot of ezpresso. need it to mug chem and math tonight, and usually when you order drinks from Coffee Bean, they ask for your name. so yea, the person who took my order knew my name without me telling. random i know. just... ahh... shows how loyal and regular i am to Coffee Bean. like how girls spend their money on shoes and clothes, i spend mine on ice blended coffee. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad is one who dislikes shopping. firstly cos he's really exhausted during weekdays (and Saturdays) since he works til 7.30. and sundays are usually his rest days so he practically sleeps the whole day. and he likes to have dinner at home. hates the hassle of driving out and ordering food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyhoo, dad and i went to MP just now (miracle, i know. tell me bout it), and i randomly told dad that i've been watch-less for a month cos my old fossil, the strap tore and the battery either kong ady or smtg inside the clock went cookoo so it died on me. anyway, yar, dad agreed to get me a new watch. and walah~ a happy boy indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ShkWFs_--nI/AAAAAAAABT0/lEz6dAtCFSI/s1600-h/DSC00948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ShkWFs_--nI/AAAAAAAABT0/lEz6dAtCFSI/s400/DSC00948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339323120459119218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the old one, and the new one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ShkWFdVR62I/AAAAAAAABTs/in8h0-nkH_A/s1600-h/DSC00944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ShkWFdVR62I/AAAAAAAABTs/in8h0-nkH_A/s400/DSC00944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339323116253473634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;if u dun like the design, do me a favour, and shut up? i like it. and it was the best outta the rest available in the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;4 more papers to go! i'm just freaking out bout chemistry. cos the objective paper was horrible. final 2 papers are bio objective and pa objective. not that i'm not worried... but... the idea of having 4 choices to choose from is a huge relief, don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melaka raya road back to it's old system. yay! whoever that asshole who decided to change it before this shud get one hell of a spanking. stupid fella. buat susah aje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a few post-exam resolutions. firstly, get back on track with my gobble-down-whatever-food-i-can-find-anytime-anywhere diet to gain weight. couldn't eat right cos rush home to 'study' but end up using the comp. but at least the thought was there rite? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd, i need to freaking clean my baby myvi. i think it got it's last wash 2 months ago? i know. i'm quite lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ShkWFHu0EZI/AAAAAAAABTc/T992vxMJslk/s1600-h/DSC00934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ShkWFHu0EZI/AAAAAAAABTc/T992vxMJslk/s400/DSC00934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339323110454989202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;not only the exterior. i need to clean the interior as well. when i got my car i sorta told myself i'll keep it neat and clean 24/7. guess it didnt work out well. but hey, my car still ada itu bau-kereta-baru kie??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ShkWE1vA4KI/AAAAAAAABTU/jLz2DMWzfyc/s1600-h/DSC00932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ShkWE1vA4KI/AAAAAAAABTU/jLz2DMWzfyc/s400/DSC00932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339323105623990434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chunyiannnnn, wanna wash my car not? help me pls~~ or how bout after exam, u drive over, together both of us wash my car and your car. deal?? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 3rdly, need to reorganise all my subject notes. stpm coming. gahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick signing off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ShkWFTqlOgI/AAAAAAAABTk/H7JbA6dGd7k/s1600-h/DSC00941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ShkWFTqlOgI/AAAAAAAABTk/H7JbA6dGd7k/s400/DSC00941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339323113658464770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PS: song for the day, Rihanna - Disturbia~ and the F in the title stands for my fossil. lame. i know. i needed a title. shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-3457418395549770297?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/3457418395549770297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=3457418395549770297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/3457418395549770297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/3457418395549770297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-u-f.html' title='i love u, F'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ShkWFs_--nI/AAAAAAAABT0/lEz6dAtCFSI/s72-c/DSC00948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-6900770375754155927</id><published>2009-05-21T16:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:40:09.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no boundaries laaa</title><content type='html'>i haven't been following idol religiously this year. unlike season 6 and 7, i skipped school to watch the finale live, and i downloaded every episode to keep. that was how fanatic i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and Kris... hmm... tough choice... but if i had to choose, it'd had to be Kris. not cos Adam's gay. not that i'd really care. but he get's rather annoying after a while with his screaming. oh and i hate it when his tongue sticks out when he hits the high notes. like a freaking lizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ShUSYVfqcbI/AAAAAAAABTE/5twjLcMHN1I/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ShUSYVfqcbI/AAAAAAAABTE/5twjLcMHN1I/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338193142613701042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see the tongue action~! lol. no offense adam-lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;but but, i'm not gonna deny that Adam is an excellent singer. prolly a better vocalist than Kris. but hey, being a great vocalist doesn't guarentee you'd get the winning ticket. if that was the case, Letoya London (season 4), Vonzell Solomon (season 5), Melinda Doolittle (season 6) should have won. season 7, both Davids memang bagus mia. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ShUSYqZA_uI/AAAAAAAABTM/bfdG57UtWlc/s1600-h/untitled6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ShUSYqZA_uI/AAAAAAAABTM/bfdG57UtWlc/s400/untitled6.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338193148222963426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahh... adam looked real good with his hair long. not the current hair. ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;anyway, the coronation song, No Boundaries, sucked big time the live version. Didn't feel it at all. walau bagaimanapun!! the studio versions are good. yes, this year, Kris and Adam both released the studio versions of No Boundaries. bias. Archie didnt get to release Time of My Life. mana boley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ShUSYZwBeDI/AAAAAAAABS8/En46XE4d6do/s1600-h/krisallen-boundaries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ShUSYZwBeDI/AAAAAAAABS8/En46XE4d6do/s400/krisallen-boundaries.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338193143756060722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;weee~ kris. isn't he just puppy-ish-like? makes me wanna get a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;here's the link to download the songs. i sorta follow this music blog form time to time. keeps me updated on songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;http://www.jonnyalisblog.com/&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Nick signing off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: song for the day, yeap u guessed it. No Boundaries by either one u support, Kris, Adam, both good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-6900770375754155927?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/6900770375754155927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=6900770375754155927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/6900770375754155927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/6900770375754155927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-boundaries-laaa.html' title='no boundaries laaa'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ShUSYVfqcbI/AAAAAAAABTE/5twjLcMHN1I/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-2292909674305204298</id><published>2009-05-19T20:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:46:40.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alien sighted</title><content type='html'>so it appears my blog has been invaded by an alien. one new follower from the beta class. though this alien isn't as silent as the others. haha. therefore this pic goes to u, alien (blackie's wife)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ShKo81411aI/AAAAAAAABS0/EtH6gRlXfps/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ShKo81411aI/AAAAAAAABS0/EtH6gRlXfps/s400/DSC00284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337514271598564770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biology paper 2 is over!! woot!! gotta rejoice! can dump bout 50% of the crap into the drain. need to preserve the other 50% for the objective paper next week (daymn!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah... it felt good relaxing. watching Ugly Betty while having my lunch in front of the comp. and taking a long afternoon nap. geez i'm relaxing too early. math paper tomorrow! gahh!! no idea why but i just feel really uneasy bout integration. maybe cos i haven't attempted any questions from Federal or Past Year series.... oh well, the price to pay for being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, toodles! need to read up integration and hopefully a few chaps of Chemistry before the paper on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a certain charm bout this picture that i love... yeong looks like a baby dragon. wakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ShKnPqomGWI/AAAAAAAABSs/t25bSx2F_yI/s1600-h/DSC04451sss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ShKnPqomGWI/AAAAAAAABSs/t25bSx2F_yI/s400/DSC04451sss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337512395971893602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: song for the day, Kate Voegele - Inside Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-2292909674305204298?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/2292909674305204298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=2292909674305204298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/2292909674305204298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/2292909674305204298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/05/alien-sighted.html' title='alien sighted'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ShKo81411aI/AAAAAAAABS0/EtH6gRlXfps/s72-c/DSC00284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-8932419100899215691</id><published>2009-05-16T15:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:36:12.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chance, chansey?</title><content type='html'>hello netizens! how was your day!? me? no no no no no~ (with an indian accent. gawd im so racist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate mugging wei. i don't like the discomfort and insecurity when i start mugging. last minute work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was telling phillip and beng choon the other day, that i'm not nervous bout math... cos i haven't revised a single shit bout math (hold that smart-ass remark chunyian). it's like, i don't know what i dunno bout the whole shit. so the opportunity for worry to arise isnt there. well maybe there is a teeny-weeny worry la, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'i have not revised math! $%^#$%^#$%^'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like they say, ignorance is bliss. damn blissful wei. like u noe the pokemon Chansey? with the egg shit. evolves to Blissey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sg5rty4aiEI/AAAAAAAABSk/oQ6fvtTXB70/s1600-h/_113_Chansey___242_Blissey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sg5rty4aiEI/AAAAAAAABSk/oQ6fvtTXB70/s400/_113_Chansey___242_Blissey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336321042977294402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my studying companions. keep me going. coffee + chocolate. nothing could go wrong. except sore throat and fever. how ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sg5ogAl2xWI/AAAAAAAABSM/xzsNuNeBQms/s1600-h/DSC00880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sg5ogAl2xWI/AAAAAAAABSM/xzsNuNeBQms/s400/DSC00880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336317507604497762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sg5ogaB1hVI/AAAAAAAABSU/icey8siQPNg/s1600-h/DSC00886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sg5ogaB1hVI/AAAAAAAABSU/icey8siQPNg/s400/DSC00886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336317514432742738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*pengacau dah datang ni* KICK her away!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to mugging. with KitKat chunky. yum!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sg5ogbN3HyI/AAAAAAAABSc/FkwwuVTYtlk/s1600-h/DSC00888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sg5ogbN3HyI/AAAAAAAABSc/FkwwuVTYtlk/s400/DSC00888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336317514751614754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nick signing off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: song for the day, Jordin Sparks - Battlefield&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-8932419100899215691?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/8932419100899215691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=8932419100899215691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/8932419100899215691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/8932419100899215691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/05/chance-chansey.html' title='chance, chansey?'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sg5rty4aiEI/AAAAAAAABSk/oQ6fvtTXB70/s72-c/_113_Chansey___242_Blissey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-7878396333185337313</id><published>2009-05-13T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:21:32.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phrenic and vagus</title><content type='html'>geez. skipped school today. oh so right and oh so wrong. it felt good having a reason to stay home. not good when the reason is sore throat and fever =.= .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much slept the whole day with occasional walks downstairs to the kitchen for water, checking the comp to see who's online (oh right, they're IN SCHOOL ~_~) and then blacking out on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, the title of the post has completely nothing to do with the content. just comforting myself by vomiting out some bio terms i memorized. comforting myself. doesn't seem to work. oh well. i forgot their functions ady. sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, falling sick the night my parents came back from Korea... shall i say i was effing lucky?! if i were to fall sick a day before or two days before, i dunno what i would have done with just my sister and i at home; since she practically does NOTHING and i have to settle the meals and house chores. life as a child must be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis and i got all dressed up cos mum and dad wanted to have a chinese dinner at Bei Zhan. got there, we had to wait, cos apparently, empty tables were for people who called in and booked. which i feel is pretty stupid. firstly, it is a two storey restaurant but they only open up the ground floor due to limited workers thus limited tables. so since there are limited tables, shouldn't you just NOT accept phone reservations when you know you have a strong supply of walk-in customers? it's unfair to us loyal and regular customers to be neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well maybe we should have called in to reserve. but then, we would need to be there in 15 mins. we do not like time constraints. all i can say is... bloody mahai cina mentality. still love the food there though. service... nahhh... getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up eating A-One chicken rice. the corner shop near beizhan. gawd, everything there was friggin salty. now i am one who hardly complains bout salty food. food that my parents find salty, i find em yummy. but nooo, the chicken rice was absolutely salty. dun go there. ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SgrGYykbQZI/AAAAAAAABSE/v9PZsFnBdUU/s1600-h/DSC00876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SgrGYykbQZI/AAAAAAAABSE/v9PZsFnBdUU/s400/DSC00876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335294837767487890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and now... i have to go back to mugging my biology. hopefully i'm on schedule... i hate myself for not having enuff discipline to start my revision earlier. i'm going to prove there's a gene which causes people to do last minute work. wait til we enter the genetics chapter after the exam. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick signing off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: no parking lei in the morning. stupid lower 6. curses to you people who stole our (upper 6) parking spots. song for the day, Smith &amp;amp; Dragoman - Divine Tapestry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-7878396333185337313?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/7878396333185337313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=7878396333185337313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/7878396333185337313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/7878396333185337313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/05/phrenic-and-vagus.html' title='phrenic and vagus'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SgrGYykbQZI/AAAAAAAABSE/v9PZsFnBdUU/s72-c/DSC00876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-8889644438378190690</id><published>2009-05-11T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:17:45.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>information overload, situation lost control</title><content type='html'>mugging for biology is freaking mind blasting. 2 hours on 1 chapter. i doubt i could recall half of the facts i tried memorizing. arghh... i hate studying when i feel like it's in vain. as in, it's just a waste of time - time which could be used watching Grey's Anatomy or Private Practice (which i'm lagging behind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had this plan to continue keeping my hair long, but... urgh... the weather doesn't allow me to do so. i've had it with sweating 2 mins after i come out from the shower. can you believe how hot the weather is? even the water itself is as if i turned on the heater and set it at maximum temperature. it is insane. so snip snip away~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;critical thinking - not many people have it. the lower sixers are supposed to come to school at 7.30am. but they end up coming at 9.00am. well, partly the internet letter is at fault for giving wrong information. but certainly, as a responsible student, you would have gone back to your former school to get the offer letter personally, so yea, the other half of the blame goes to those dumb idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nextly, who the fuck la goes to school and doesnt bring money? you're 18 already la. act like one. leaving the house without any cash is just stupid. and it's just rm15 to pay for registration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we have those idiots who come to just have fun. thinking everything is free. they tell us that they'll leave form 6 in few days time and ask whether they can be exempted from paying the fee. this is plain stupidity and selfishness. for fuck's sake, if you know you're going for fun, either you pay for the fun, or just don't come at all. wasting our time and effort handling fuckers like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, those idiots i'm talking about, are just a handful of em. there were pleasant form 6 students. people with dignity i might say. and if you cant deal with narcisssism in this post, bugger off. it's my blog. i say what I wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, back to mugging. life's good. but hot. and stressful. but still good. sanjiv our 1 year anniversary coming up. haha. i expect a gift dude. black chocolate would suffice. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: no song of the day. study!!! (though the comp is too distracting. taking break every 30 mins. see what i'm doing now... sigh...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-8889644438378190690?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/8889644438378190690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=8889644438378190690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/8889644438378190690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/8889644438378190690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/05/information-overload-situation-lost.html' title='information overload, situation lost control'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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-6687725999850880760.post-8259373186477790526</id><published>2009-05-06T21:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:36:52.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 kay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10 000!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SgGQ09n4maI/AAAAAAAABR4/iyv2J-BmHiI/s1600-h/DSC00489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SgGQ09n4maI/AAAAAAAABR4/iyv2J-BmHiI/s400/DSC00489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332702673352825250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;woot! my blog has achieved it's 10 000th hit! well technically, i'm the 10 000th visitor since i need to access my blog page to publish this post. but oh well, 9 999 hits since i implemented that counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glad to know my blog has been surviving up til now. and definitely honoured that i have the 10 000 hits. hey! i started the counter from 0 k? unlike some blogs which started their counter at a few thousand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hell no, i do not refresh my blog page sdn bhd just to increase the hits. not that lame. get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is definitely eventful (minus the homework) with these retards. we all developed some kinda love-hate relationship with each other. but definitely more love. presenting the beta retards. we rawk. eat that alphaians. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SgGQ0bQgnRI/AAAAAAAABRY/fl47SawIn_4/s1600-h/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SgGQ0bQgnRI/AAAAAAAABRY/fl47SawIn_4/s400/DSC00315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332702664127978770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jiawei (somehow i really like this shot of him, very innocent - unlike the real deal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SgGQp7sdelI/AAAAAAAABRE/XLC1snubrBk/s1600-h/DSC00304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SgGQp7sdelI/AAAAAAAABRE/XLC1snubrBk/s400/DSC00304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332702483856587346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jiawei and lem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SgGQp7zeJ2I/AAAAAAAABQ8/6DB3Yo5DK3E/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SgGQp7zeJ2I/AAAAAAAABQ8/6DB3Yo5DK3E/s400/DSC00303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332702483885991778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;humungous retard who i'd come to love and hate equally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SgGQphtG7VI/AAAAAAAABQ0/k06z9GwGEBA/s1600-h/DSC00301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SgGQphtG7VI/AAAAAAAABQ0/k06z9GwGEBA/s400/DSC00301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332702476879981906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another effing retard. i practically take care of his recess meals. he shud be calling me daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SgGQ0YbKigI/AAAAAAAABRg/2ahKbly6UMw/s1600-h/DSC00321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SgGQ0YbKigI/AAAAAAAABRg/2ahKbly6UMw/s400/DSC00321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332702663367363074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;carey and bubs. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SgGQqNAICEI/AAAAAAAABRM/w1_UL1jlgJU/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SgGQqNAICEI/AAAAAAAABRM/w1_UL1jlgJU/s400/DSC00307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332702488502470722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lost for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SgGQpvRfc2I/AAAAAAAABQs/bhrF73w9kO8/s1600-h/DSC00300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SgGQpvRfc2I/AAAAAAAABQs/bhrF73w9kO8/s400/DSC00300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332702480522244962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;missing some dudes... we'll get a shot of all the guys next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, muet speaking exam is over. i got tongue-tied trying to pronounce electricity. effing retainers. speaking words which require lots of tongue action (stop that dirty thought) is pretty difficult. oh well, june is coming. which means i only need to wear 'em to sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh before i ciao, randomness - lunar wrote her initials on her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SgGQ01ChThI/AAAAAAAABRw/ypwQg6d6k-I/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SgGQ01ChThI/AAAAAAAABRw/ypwQg6d6k-I/s400/DSC00325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332702671048625682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you see, i was sitting opposite of her. so i saw this instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SgGQ0uPGfMI/AAAAAAAABRo/MCzpVeZmSME/s1600-h/DSC00323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SgGQ0uPGfMI/AAAAAAAABRo/MCzpVeZmSME/s400/DSC00323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332702669222345922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so i asked her, 'are you ok? why did you write my name on your hand?' (perasan la. yala). and then she too was fascinated at how our initials were 'somehow' related la. i blame it on the cacat-ed L. where got people write L the tail-thingy overshot one. laueh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick signing off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: song for the day, Beyonce - Ave Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-8259373186477790526?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/8259373186477790526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=8259373186477790526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/8259373186477790526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/8259373186477790526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-kay.html' title='10 kay!'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SgGQ09n4maI/AAAAAAAABR4/iyv2J-BmHiI/s72-c/DSC00489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-8481246781368352558</id><published>2009-05-05T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:52:59.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>ahhh... i miss this page. i had a lot of catching up to do after the archie concert. been pushing aside my priorities and it somehow piled up. big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are at least slowing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe ester updated her blog like what, 5 times i think? while i was idle. this cannot be happening. something's not right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ester's posts are just... just... so... eee... hard to understand and comprehend. use simpler words la buggah. i needed to google some of the words to even understand what you trying to say. haha~ but,,, that's so you, so continue bombing us with ur bombastic words. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, i'm here just to rant my feelings a bit. (since God forbid the windows live messenger personal message has a word cap, thus, my blog with no word limit would suffice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muet speaking tomorrow. dreading it yet excited for it. cos once im done with it, i'm done for good. eff muet. just hope it'd be a topic i'm comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lower sixers coming in next week. how do i feel? URGH! okayh maybe over-reacting a bit la. but i'm not looking forward to seeing more strangers in school, queing up for food in the canteen, and worst of all, fighting for parking in the morning. dah lah ada pioneer species coming to the front gate to park ady, have to compete with one another, now with a whole batch of lower sixers, gone case la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe, the lower sixers are timid, so we could bully them into parking far far away. haha. i'm looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people can be a pain in the ass. i dunno why but i get irritated by some very easily. maybe it's the weather. yes, put the blame on the effing hot weather. God wants to fry Malaccan citizens alive. hooray. but, it's just... ARGHH!! i guess sometimes keeping my mouth shut and locking up my feelings would be the remedy to this problem. sigh.. i must be patient under all conditions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that's all for now. much love goes out to my silent yet faithful followers of my blog who are concerned enuff to nudge me when my blog's been idle for some time. fern, bangkai and eucalyptus, this post goes to u 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: song for the day, Taylor Swift - You Belong With Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-8481246781368352558?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/8481246781368352558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=8481246781368352558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/8481246781368352558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/8481246781368352558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/05/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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-6687725999850880760.post-8348354763364396156</id><published>2009-04-08T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:06:13.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Archie in KLIA</title><content type='html'>call me crazy. i know i am. but hell yeah, it was totally worth it! it may seem like nonsense to you guys la, but if your idol comes down to Malaysia, and it's the only chance to seem him live, cos u dun have the cash to fly overseas to catch his concert. then yea, u'll prolly be as crazy as i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long story cut short, i was in KLIA at 6.00 pm with Alex, Mei Yi, Loo Han, my sis and my mum. jump to the interesting part. we gathered at the arrival gate at 7.30pm. waited til 8.30pm when Archie came. no idea why it took him so long, but who cares!? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bout hundred plus fans were there. we all went crazy when we saw archie in the RED t shirt. it was amazing.... rushed forward to get a closer look. snap snap snap pictures continuously. too many of the girls were squeezing their way closer to david.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdzHLjI8gXI/AAAAAAAABP8/kArrCiNlhPo/s1600-h/img-022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdzHLjI8gXI/AAAAAAAABP8/kArrCiNlhPo/s400/img-022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322347860870332786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdzHUL4e8wI/AAAAAAAABQE/QgXjdMjZ-FA/s1600-h/img-023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdzHUL4e8wI/AAAAAAAABQE/QgXjdMjZ-FA/s400/img-023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322348009246094082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;guards had to escort him back through the glass doors. the terminal area (i suppose that's what u call that, the place before the arrival gate) david was discussing with the manager and guards and all. i suppose he wants to meet the fans but they wouldn't allow him. too many of us. ahaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdzHUhMFLJI/AAAAAAAABQU/TemUo9mT1_g/s1600-h/img-031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdzHUhMFLJI/AAAAAAAABQU/TemUo9mT1_g/s400/img-031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322348014965435538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdzHUunNszI/AAAAAAAABQM/epHhPcSby-Q/s1600-h/img-028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdzHUunNszI/AAAAAAAABQM/epHhPcSby-Q/s400/img-028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322348018568901426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after a long discussion behind the glassed doors (we were busy snapping pics), he came out to just say thank you to all of us. and he was escorted back in, to another arrival gate that's private... aww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdzHU3to1yI/AAAAAAAABQk/iQUJq84VekM/s1600-h/img-034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdzHU3to1yI/AAAAAAAABQk/iQUJq84VekM/s400/img-034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322348021011765026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdzHUr_wtcI/AAAAAAAABQc/Xc9XWaaapF0/s1600-h/img-033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdzHUr_wtcI/AAAAAAAABQc/Xc9XWaaapF0/s400/img-033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322348017866552770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although it was just a brief period, it was sooooo worth it. i feel so contented. so satisfied. he looks different in real life. he looks real! (duh). and he has a sorta irish look, his skin tone isnt like what we see in pictures. he's more olived colour but fair. and his hair is of creamier brown. not the dark brown in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdzHLZT1eqI/AAAAAAAABPs/O881U1FaCsM/s1600-h/DSC00185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdzHLZT1eqI/AAAAAAAABPs/O881U1FaCsM/s400/DSC00185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322347858231655074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdzHLUQApHI/AAAAAAAABPk/l-cdwrSStDk/s1600-h/DSC00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdzHLUQApHI/AAAAAAAABPk/l-cdwrSStDk/s400/DSC00178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322347856873432178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;first thought when i saw him live was 'wow, he looks like those mannequins on display'. pure perfection. not to mention his skin tone and hair compliments the mannequin look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, it was a fruitful trip. loved every second of it. having a mother support her two children by driving them up to KL to meet their idol, is just... wow... thanks mummy... muaxx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdzHLMnM1vI/AAAAAAAABPc/DCGJI64-bUw/s1600-h/DSC00136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdzHLMnM1vI/AAAAAAAABPc/DCGJI64-bUw/s400/DSC00136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322347854823216882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very very very happy me indeed. next stop, Sunway Amphitheatre! here i come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdzHLZahsTI/AAAAAAAABP0/4uE6HtfQK9Y/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdzHLZahsTI/AAAAAAAABP0/4uE6HtfQK9Y/s400/DSC00198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322347858259718450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: song for the day, David Archuleta - Touch My Hand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-8348354763364396156?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/8348354763364396156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=8348354763364396156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/8348354763364396156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/8348354763364396156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/04/archie-in-klia.html' title='Archie in KLIA'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdzHLjI8gXI/AAAAAAAABP8/kArrCiNlhPo/s72-c/img-022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-8232966357252844065</id><published>2009-04-06T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:55:58.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more nights!!</title><content type='html'>Archie's stepping foot on Malaysian ground in 2 days time. omg. i'm so excited that i'm tensed up. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdogUZJ723I/AAAAAAAABOc/_rDWLyLtpUc/s1600-h/DSC00023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdogUZJ723I/AAAAAAAABOc/_rDWLyLtpUc/s400/DSC00023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321601444413692786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;arghh... i hope opportunities to get his autograph and a picture with him would arise. that's what being a die hard fan is all about right? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting for a right moment to write my muet essay on the topic 'teenagers are given too much freedom, justify ur opinion'. goodness... can write one whole book on that. but i don't know where to start and how to organise the points. waiting for inspiration. see sanjiv? this is how i prepare myself before writing an essay. chatting and blogging. nv fails. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy and daddy bought a new camera since the old one... well... sorta died la... sent for repair.. duno can fix not. it looks like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdoilFjH-8I/AAAAAAAABO8/M3uyYticnGQ/s1600-h/Sony-Cyber-shot-DSC-T700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdoilFjH-8I/AAAAAAAABO8/M3uyYticnGQ/s400/Sony-Cyber-shot-DSC-T700.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321603930231667650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdoikuTPTYI/AAAAAAAABO0/tHtZyxya5C4/s1600-h/sony_dsc-t700_1-thumb-450x3291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdoikuTPTYI/AAAAAAAABO0/tHtZyxya5C4/s400/sony_dsc-t700_1-thumb-450x3291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321603923991022978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silver's the new black~ it's touch screen and you can freaking edit the photos~! weee! definitely blogger friendly~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdogUTO4wzI/AAAAAAAABOU/i9u_NBhR-Hs/s1600-h/DSC00016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdogUTO4wzI/AAAAAAAABOU/i9u_NBhR-Hs/s400/DSC00016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321601442823848754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdogUkKCitI/AAAAAAAABOs/Tku_Tps6QgQ/s1600-h/DSC00087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdogUkKCitI/AAAAAAAABOs/Tku_Tps6QgQ/s400/DSC00087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321601447366920914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in my defense, my sister camwhored and edited the picture on her own. not me. i repeat. not me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's talk manga now. naruto, bleach and psyren are reaching climaxes in the plot. psyren manga is the best though. cos the storyline is good. not so long winded like bleach and naruto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the minor char, Kyle, in the future world looks damn chun-ted. wants his outfit. gotta have it. and white hair. he makes it look cool... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdoilCgNkCI/AAAAAAAABPE/LjKyA5bTXKc/s1600-h/kyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 347px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdoilCgNkCI/AAAAAAAABPE/LjKyA5bTXKc/s400/kyle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321603929414144034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdollMgzMaI/AAAAAAAABPU/WzN7PAuAuqs/s1600-h/Psyren_64_17.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdollMgzMaI/AAAAAAAABPU/WzN7PAuAuqs/s400/Psyren_64_17.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321607230635848098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdolkHaLGRI/AAAAAAAABPM/GKEqRQ1MYww/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdolkHaLGRI/AAAAAAAABPM/GKEqRQ1MYww/s400/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321607212086008082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is one long post with random ramblings. next post would be on... thurs maybe? after my klia trip on wed evening to witness archie's arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspiration to right essay has arrived. though laziness taking over. i better get moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: song for the day, Neyo - Mad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-8232966357252844065?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/8232966357252844065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=8232966357252844065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/8232966357252844065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/8232966357252844065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-more-nights.html' title='2 more nights!!'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdogUZJ723I/AAAAAAAABOc/_rDWLyLtpUc/s72-c/DSC00023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-4357909300982542905</id><published>2009-04-02T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:41:01.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdTbN3auSQI/AAAAAAAABOM/wFGCYM_zR3M/s1600-h/DSC06384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdTbN3auSQI/AAAAAAAABOM/wFGCYM_zR3M/s400/DSC06384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320118091092216066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm really happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you Alex for helping me get the ticket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though a lot has happened today. not feeling that 'up' in spirit if u know what i mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just.... a long... day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick signing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: song for the day, Fergie - Finally. PSS: hope u're feeling better. talk to me when ur ready. u know i'd wanna know. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-4357909300982542905?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/4357909300982542905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=4357909300982542905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/4357909300982542905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/4357909300982542905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally.html' title='finally'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdTbN3auSQI/AAAAAAAABOM/wFGCYM_zR3M/s72-c/DSC06384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-4069258638878845859</id><published>2009-03-30T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:20:38.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 hrs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdDgpscPvXI/AAAAAAAABN8/9nOtFGZ_Etg/s1600-h/Image227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdDgpscPvXI/AAAAAAAABN8/9nOtFGZ_Etg/s400/Image227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318998166833446258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i dunno how the hell i made it through a Monday with only 3 hours of sleep. i'm amazed at myself. lesson learned, never drink coffee at night. especially 3 cups. unless mugging. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdDgpAmbLrI/AAAAAAAABN0/uI5KqgQqmQ4/s1600-h/david+kl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdDgpAmbLrI/AAAAAAAABN0/uI5KqgQqmQ4/s400/david+kl.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318998155064979122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Archie coming to KL.......... i want the tickets.... urgh.... there is hope still.... hopefully will get the tickets tomorrow. as in really GET the tickets. ah.... it has come to a point, where, the optimism just isn't there anymore. til i see the real deal. Archie.... ODD... obsessive david disorder. sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdDgp4oa-eI/AAAAAAAABOE/oQob_6QSYx4/s1600-h/Image221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdDgp4oa-eI/AAAAAAAABOE/oQob_6QSYx4/s400/Image221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318998170105739746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;omg have u guys seen this effing flip flop thingy?? it's so effing cute sial... runs on solar energy. the petals will bounce in an oh-so-cute-it-tickles-my-heart way. sadly the price aint that ticklish. RM39 for an effing artificial plant. no good no good. bad japan bad japan. (japan product fyi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna know something super fucked up? yes, it's so fucked up to the point where censoring fuck doesnt do justice. my kl uncle, well, he came down for Cheng Beng and his lil son, 7 yrs old was playing the Nintendo DS. so i asked my uncle, 'he only has 1 game?' and he replied 'yea'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i told him bout the cartridge with a memory card slot where you could download games from the internet for free. and know what that idiot told me? he said, 'you know how to do?'. i told him, 'not really, i dun have a Nintendo DS, but my frens have...' and he cut me off saying, 'dunno how to do then dont simply propose. only know how to talk talk talk but duno how to do'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i mean, what the fucking fucked up shit is that. there i was being nice offering him a way to get tons of games free of charge and he busts me up with rude comments. real fucked up. didnt bother entertaining him the whole day. funny thing is, he spoils his son so much, that at the burial ground, the son misbehaved and he scolded the son, the son shouted 'YOU SHUT UP! I DONT WANNA TALK TO YOU! GO AWAY'. woot!! thumbs up to my 7 yr old cuzzie. give tht old fart a taste of his own medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh~ there we have it. feel much better releasing the steam here. know what, the next time i get bullied by that asshole, i'm gonna just tell him off right away. life's much more simpler by being direct, don't you agree? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick signing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: song for the day, Emma Rossum - Slow Me Down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-4069258638878845859?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/4069258638878845859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=4069258638878845859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/4069258638878845859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/4069258638878845859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-hrs.html' title='3 hrs'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SdDgpscPvXI/AAAAAAAABN8/9nOtFGZ_Etg/s72-c/Image227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-7891921356755623428</id><published>2009-03-26T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:58:57.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dull? rain? ducks?</title><content type='html'>ahh... i was feeling very dull... then it rained all of a sudden here at my place. on a scale of 1 to 10, an 8.5 heavy rain. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got me in the mood of blogging. not to forget i download Utada Hikaru's english album. her second english album i suppose. songs are more soothing. and emo. just what i need. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipped school for the past 2 days (wed and thurs) due to Ujian Tara. no freaking idea what the english term is. enlighten me anyone? no k7, it's not athletic 2009. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow there'll be the parents teacher day thingy for the form 3, form 5 and form 6 students. just to collect our monthly test results. GAWD! nothing better to do. -.- bet mum would freak out when she sees i got 50 for my PA. dad would go... 'what!? O_O'... classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in a way, i could go back home after my parents collect the report. win win situation. would have skipped tomorrow as well, but jasmine warned me that if i were to skip school 3 days in a row i'd get a warning letter (not that i'd care but my reputation cares... so... yea...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently torn between watching Kyo Kara Maoh anime, doing Math Federal, or sleeping. think i might go for the 1st one. my effing teeth are killing me. i didnt wear my retainers whole day cos i was busy gobbling down food every minute (trying to gain weight here people!) and now wearing the retainers, it feels as if my teeth moved out of place by a millimetre and the retainers are pushing it back to place. it effing hurts. i shud invest in those rubber duckies we buy for babies to nibble on when their teeth are about to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ScuXqMDmBiI/AAAAAAAABNs/vIO2b_mA9lM/s1600-h/soft_bite_turbo_disc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ScuXqMDmBiI/AAAAAAAABNs/vIO2b_mA9lM/s400/soft_bite_turbo_disc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317510536087602722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh wait, wrong one. this one's for dogs. ahaks~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ScuXpixP_9I/AAAAAAAABNk/rdbiiV9tSmE/s1600-h/rubber-duck-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ScuXpixP_9I/AAAAAAAABNk/rdbiiV9tSmE/s400/rubber-duck-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317510525004808146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahh~~ duckies~~ lemme chew on ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nick signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: still hunting for the tickets. there can be miracles.... song for the day, Miley Cyrus - The Climb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-7891921356755623428?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/7891921356755623428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=7891921356755623428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/7891921356755623428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/7891921356755623428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/03/dull-rain-ducks.html' title='dull? rain? ducks?'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ScuXqMDmBiI/AAAAAAAABNs/vIO2b_mA9lM/s72-c/soft_bite_turbo_disc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-1347479879058881972</id><published>2009-03-25T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:58:52.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If U Seek Amy</title><content type='html'>i have a thing for lyrics. whenever i listen to a song, i not only evaluate the melody, but the lyrics as well. that's why i truly respect artists who write their own songs. it ain't easy. i'm a sucker for tuneless songs but good lyrics. i hate songs with catchy music but lame lyrics. go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so class, today's lesson will be on Britney's latest song- If U Seek Amy. her 2nd single Circus hasn't even gone dead. it's still hot on the radio and video charts. and here she is releasing a 3rd single. usually not a wise move for doing so. but oh well, the song doesn't stand by itself, it needs a backbone (ie Circus) since it has... well... no meaning except...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the video of the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zwscCzrcSSs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zwscCzrcSSs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Lalalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby baby have you seen Amy tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Is she in the bathroom? Is she smokin' up outside?&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby baby does she take a piece of lime&lt;br /&gt;For the drink that I'm gonna buy her, Do you know just what she likes?&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Refrain:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh Tell me have you seen her&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm so OhI can't get her off of my brain&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go to the party she gonna go Can somebody take me home&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha he ha ha ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me hate me&lt;br /&gt;Say what you want about me&lt;br /&gt;But all of the boys and all of the girls are&lt;br /&gt;begging to If You Seek Amy&lt;br /&gt;Love me hate me&lt;br /&gt;But can't you see what I see&lt;br /&gt;All of the boys and all of the girls&lt;br /&gt;are begging to If You Seek Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy told me that she's gonna meet me up&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where or when and now they're closing up the club&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen her once or twice before she knows my face&lt;br /&gt;But it's hard to see with all the people standing in the way&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Refrain]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Say what you want about me&lt;br /&gt;Oh But can't you see what I see&lt;br /&gt;Oh Say what you want about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me if you see her&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what she was wearing and what she was like&lt;br /&gt;Cause I have been waiting here forever&lt;br /&gt;Let me know when she going out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby baby If You Seek Amy tonight&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby baby We'll do whatever you like&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby baby baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby baby baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalala&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the boys and all of the girls are&lt;br /&gt;begging to If You Seek Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;read the lyrics, it makes no freaking sense. who's Amy? everyone thinks it is Britney's counterpart, since Beyonce released her album 'I am... Sasha Fierce', like a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde thingy. but ah hah~ that's where everyone got it wrong. there is no Amy. Britney doesnt have an alias named Amy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chorus doesnt sound gramatically correct. &lt;blockquote&gt;All of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if u seek amy&lt;/blockquote&gt;so like i said before, the song has no meaning. except for that line above. by phonetically rephrasing it, it actually means.... &lt;blockquote&gt;All of the boys and all of the girls are begging to eff you see kay me (F-U-C-K ME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and there u have it boys and girls, the meaning of the song decoded. it's superbly awesome. the person who composed the lyrics. creative i say. props to that. song has a catchy melody as well. that's why, if you hear it on the radio, they censored the IF YOU and changed SEEK to SEE. hahaha, i couldnt stop laughing whenever i hear the radio DJs pronounce the title of the song. how they stressed on SEE instead of SEEK cos afraid they might cuss publicly on radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: song for the day, you guessed it. Britney Spears - If U Seek Amy. I'm still trying to get archie's concert tickets.... emo emo.... hitz.fm, please freaking call me back whenever i sms you during the cue!! Rudy! Adam! Natalie! call me!!!!!!!!!!! Digi number with David's caller ringtone!! arghhh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-1347479879058881972?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/1347479879058881972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=1347479879058881972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/1347479879058881972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/1347479879058881972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-u-seek-amy.html' title='If U Seek Amy'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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-6687725999850880760.post-3412948085751582791</id><published>2009-03-22T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:00:55.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want you back!</title><content type='html'>HOLIDAYS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you only lived for a week... how could you... leave me... so soon... i didnt even had the chance to say goodbye..... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously not ready to face school! the whole week was spent on extra classes in the morn, fetching sister or doing house chores in the afternoon and dance practices at night. how the hell could i have time to study, much less do my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really frustrating. things are just moving too fast. or maybe i'm slowing down my pace. i dunno. i'm not dealing it the way i should be. i really feel like breaking down and just fuck the world upside down. pressure's getting to me. stress building up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, ayda and her family came to visit malaysia! got to meet up with them during the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ScYjAogagxI/AAAAAAAABNE/jcYhmIc-Pc0/s1600-h/DSC03637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ScYjAogagxI/AAAAAAAABNE/jcYhmIc-Pc0/s400/DSC03637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315974903937794834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ScYjAdTzHAI/AAAAAAAABM8/VaEAq4HR_6A/s1600-h/DSC03630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ScYjAdTzHAI/AAAAAAAABM8/VaEAq4HR_6A/s400/DSC03630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315974900932090882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched Race to Witch Mountain with them. it's a good show. i liked it. i dunno if you will. but i do. xD. i like the actors in the movie. well chosen. prolly ester and phillip would give a 180 degree review compared to mine. i suck at commenting on movies. trust me. i noe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to shop in Cold Storage. the last time i've been there was in May 2008.... boy it has been long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ScYjBOAVFOI/AAAAAAAABNc/_zkEJlJKe8Y/s1600-h/DSC06549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ScYjBOAVFOI/AAAAAAAABNc/_zkEJlJKe8Y/s400/DSC06549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315974914003768546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i saw BAGELS!! frozen bagels!! like omfg!! dream come true!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ScYjBMG7CTI/AAAAAAAABNM/O3Sep_e0ICU/s1600-h/DSC03745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ScYjBMG7CTI/AAAAAAAABNM/O3Sep_e0ICU/s400/DSC03745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315974913494550834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;even dad was excited over the bagels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ScYjBDn4FzI/AAAAAAAABNU/hICYlb1ubfk/s1600-h/DSC03747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ScYjBDn4FzI/AAAAAAAABNU/hICYlb1ubfk/s400/DSC03747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315974911216850738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and i gotta go for dinner in a while. farewell dinner for ayda and family. ahh... i wish we had more time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to emo-ing. i'm sick and tired of life. like seriously, fuck it big time. i could'nt buy tickets for Archie's concert on April 11... instead i have to fucking win them from sponsors. like omfg. shit man. thr goes my chance of seeing Archie. took part in the Digi contest to win. but T&amp;amp;C states that winner will get a call. and they'll call 3 times. if they cant get the person, tickets will be forfeited. how the fuck can i get the fucking call if i'm in fucking school. GAWD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's the one whr u sms Hitz.fm and by chance they might call u. and the time interval for calling is 10-2, 2-4. i could only take part in the 2-4. provided the fucking cue to call is after 2.40. it's some serious shit case la. so pls, dun fuck around with me bout Archie anymore. keep your hatred to your fucking self. you guys know who you are. i'm done dealing with your shits. i dun trash talk your favs, dun trash mine. fair and square. i agree with meiyi with her post long ago bout ppl trashing dbsk. look, if u dun like them, leave them alone la! why the hell wanna make others miserable. seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yea, i'm quite sick and tired, disgusted with some people, fucked up with life. and this shit may continue for days? maybe weeks? duno, dun care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my loved ones~ sorry for the abuse of the fuck word. it's my current fav word at the moment. just needed some space to shit out the frustration. my posts are starting to sound like k7's posts. very.... hmm... cant find the word... still love u k7. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: song for the day, Britney Spears - Piece of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-3412948085751582791?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/3412948085751582791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=3412948085751582791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/3412948085751582791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/3412948085751582791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-you-back.html' title='i want you back!'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/ScYjAogagxI/AAAAAAAABNE/jcYhmIc-Pc0/s72-c/DSC03637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-9087508167256367718</id><published>2009-03-17T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:21:38.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>snooze wooze~</title><content type='html'>this post was supposed to be for yesterday. but i got lazy after tuition (who wouldn't) and so... pushed it to today. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything was a bit hazy in the morn. i remember waking up at 7.00 cos i received a text msg. then went back to sleep. woke up at 7.30 by my phone alarm clock. snoozed it. slept. 7.35 woke up by the alarm. snoozed it. slept. 7.40 woke up AGAIN! turned off the effing alarm. slept. 8.30 woke up by my phone alarm clock (2nd alarm). snoozed it. slept. 8.35 woke up. threw my phone on the floor (just kidding). turned off the alarm. slept. 9.00 mom barged into the room and shook me endlessly. woke up. nodded to all her mumbling. slept. 9.15 mom barged in and shouted 'you're gonna be late for class! i'm going out now! better wake up!'. slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.10 received another text msg, read it, looked at the time on my phone. OH MY EFFING SHIT! i'm late!! ran to brush my teeth and wash my hair then rushed off the school. texted chun yian on the way, that asshole lied to me saying Mr. Khoo started teaching integration by parts. cursing the whole journey to school. 10.30 effing cy messaged me and said 'just kidding, he just started the class, quickly come~' =.=  reached school at 10.35 (was speeding xD) but damn shit, no bloody parking spot in school. went around 3 times. finally saw a spot. PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty exciting ey? praise the lord for the alarm snoozes. miracle function. though it failed miserably in helping me. -.-  i need to be more disciplined! arghh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after class, went for chap fan ( .V.^-^ ) then to Le Vogue for a haircut. Ester, teckpeng, and lem tagged along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sb-nSCiSmEI/AAAAAAAABMU/LWac9lisVMM/s1600-h/Image209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sb-nSCiSmEI/AAAAAAAABMU/LWac9lisVMM/s400/Image209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314150013680654402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*snip snip*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end products&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sb-oizfT1WI/AAAAAAAABM0/VUQgdDB4he4/s1600-h/Image214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sb-oizfT1WI/AAAAAAAABM0/VUQgdDB4he4/s400/Image214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314151401211024738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sb-oiQCIQhI/AAAAAAAABMs/unRE2PZmJdM/s1600-h/Image213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sb-oiQCIQhI/AAAAAAAABMs/unRE2PZmJdM/s400/Image213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314151391693390354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sb-oiO6zCPI/AAAAAAAABMk/-5kZvNw67Oo/s1600-h/Image212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sb-oiO6zCPI/AAAAAAAABMk/-5kZvNw67Oo/s400/Image212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314151391394203890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironically, i wanted to snap my hair when i got home, but i forgot and took a bath. so gone is the hairdo. no point snapping. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i took a picture of my long (flat) hair the day b4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sb-nRm2HZ1I/AAAAAAAABMM/ZWKPqFszTn4/s1600-h/Image208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sb-nRm2HZ1I/AAAAAAAABMM/ZWKPqFszTn4/s400/Image208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314150006247614290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sb-nRTaGB2I/AAAAAAAABME/lTFl1EhZf7U/s1600-h/Image203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sb-nRTaGB2I/AAAAAAAABME/lTFl1EhZf7U/s400/Image203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314150001029810018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;another interesting event happened. had chemistry tuition at night and i realised my calculator was missing from my bag. immediately jiawei, chun yian and i agreed on the culprit. SOON HENG!! sms-ed that buggah and it really was him who took my calculator. gawd dammit! i'm calculator-less for 2 days. i couldnt do my chem or math exercises. i hate u soonheng. u're so gonna get it tomorrow when i see you in school. and you have not paid me RM8 for the food i bought you last week! bitch!!! chun yian too! you owe me RM4 as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, that's all for today~ got a few interesting stuff to add during the next post~ til then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sb-nRdW_PJI/AAAAAAAABL8/mGQCNujqZsU/s1600-h/Image201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sb-nRdW_PJI/AAAAAAAABL8/mGQCNujqZsU/s400/Image201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314150003701136530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick signing off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: song for the day, Nicholas - Eff you soonheng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-9087508167256367718?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/9087508167256367718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=9087508167256367718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/9087508167256367718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/9087508167256367718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/03/snooze-wooze.html' title='snooze wooze~'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sb-nSCiSmEI/AAAAAAAABMU/LWac9lisVMM/s72-c/Image209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-3827956495924169754</id><published>2009-03-16T16:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:14:41.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyo Kara Maoh!</title><content type='html'>just another filler post. didnt update for a few days. sorry bout tht. aha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tzong meng got me hooked up on this anime, Kyo Kara Maoh aka God Save Our King. goodness, my love for anime has been rekindled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sb4WNWf0CwI/AAAAAAAABLk/N39hLtBLeUY/s1600-h/fbf63353.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sb4WNWf0CwI/AAAAAAAABLk/N39hLtBLeUY/s400/fbf63353.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313709028976888578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anime characters are so..... perfect.... damn... models... especially the hair.... gotta love their ever perfect hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sb4WNNIBS7I/AAAAAAAABLc/ubX0zPtrOqM/s1600-h/a655ff04.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sb4WNNIBS7I/AAAAAAAABLc/ubX0zPtrOqM/s400/a655ff04.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313709026461174706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and insanely gorgeous eyes as well as hair colours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sb4WMhymSyI/AAAAAAAABLU/vV-1Sr1umwM/s1600-h/20080719_59bf76f450fafc353e25y9FT7pY1ibWB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sb4WMhymSyI/AAAAAAAABLU/vV-1Sr1umwM/s400/20080719_59bf76f450fafc353e25y9FT7pY1ibWB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313709014828600098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like the dude Gwendal's hair in the anime. the one on the utmost left in this picture. yea that's Gwendal. check the previous pics for a clearer shot of the hair. long hair... arghhh.... iWant.... how ironic, i'll be cutting my hair tomorrow. goodbye long fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sb4XsvX_mII/AAAAAAAABLs/baGiENEMYMU/s1600-h/MoltenChocCake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 326px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sb4XsvX_mII/AAAAAAAABLs/baGiENEMYMU/s400/MoltenChocCake2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313710667742550146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random random, i do not see the point in sugar-free stuff. like diet coke, sugar free chocolate cakes etc etc. if you wanna eat something sinful, just go to hell with it and sin all you want. what's the point of choosing diet coke or sugar free cakes? makes no sense. as if that lil reduction of sugar helps. by all means, if you wanna go on a diet, dun eat/drink those sinful stuff. like duh? diet remember? or else, to hell with it, sin all you want! muahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sb4YCt4cgBI/AAAAAAAABL0/kIO1mAU4bms/s1600-h/Diet_Coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sb4YCt4cgBI/AAAAAAAABL0/kIO1mAU4bms/s400/Diet_Coke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313711045298913298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick signing off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: song for the day, BoA - Style&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-3827956495924169754?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/3827956495924169754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=3827956495924169754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/3827956495924169754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/3827956495924169754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/03/kyo-kara-maoh.html' title='Kyo Kara Maoh!'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sb4WNWf0CwI/AAAAAAAABLk/N39hLtBLeUY/s72-c/fbf63353.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-4299552973894688218</id><published>2009-03-10T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:31:58.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>result phobia</title><content type='html'>stpm results were released today. me being kepoh and lazy as usual decided to skip class. which resulted in me postponing my muet speaking test to this thursday. hate hate muet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dislike the atmosphere of result day. either triumphant or not, you're still stuck in some fuggin suckfest which will prolly last for a week. seeing how the seniors got their results kinda replayed what happened during MY spm result day in my head. and seeing it from a third person's point of view... it wasn't pretty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the triumphant would be called onto the stage where they are applauded by the not so triumphant. the triumphant would then feel nothing in this world mattered and is too numb due to the joy to actually care for anyone else but himself. he fails to see the sadness and sorrow in the eyes of his close peers. the ones that struggled together with him. i guess that's life huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the 'ceremony' the not so triumphants had to gather at the back of the hall to receive their... well... dreaded results... (anything less than perfect would have been dreaded in that situation, not being patronizing, mind you). it was hard, seeing how the alpha and beta students lined up... some started crying... i could feel the hurt... the pain... the part where everything they did for the past 18 month felt worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said, i was viewing everything from a 3rd person's point of view. it was like watching some soap opera on tv, minus the hot guys and sexy babes, and frankly, i dun like it. i wouldnt wanna be the one on stage, i wouldnt wanna be the one at the back of the hall, i would have wished the results were mailed to my house and i didnt have to go to school to face people. because in truth, people, make it harder to cope with the situation. the expectations, the pity, the sympathy, it all sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would have been much more pleasant if someone said 'padan muka' to your face, then u can channel tht sorrow into anger and hit the shit outta that asshole. now that would rawk my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i dunno what the hell is wrong with my internet. keeps dc-ing. and so, no more mood to elaborate further in this post. i doubt even archie could cure my emo-ism for today. go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: song for the day, The Veronicas - When It All Falls Apart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-4299552973894688218?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/4299552973894688218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=4299552973894688218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/4299552973894688218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/4299552973894688218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/03/result-phobia.html' title='result phobia'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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-6687725999850880760.post-119442509133982326</id><published>2009-03-08T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:48:34.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i spy with my lil eyes</title><content type='html'>just some filler post to... well... be an active blogger... *smirks at ester and chun yian*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SbOhl2jnQmI/AAAAAAAABK0/BhBV9HpbYmA/s1600-h/DSC06489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SbOhl2jnQmI/AAAAAAAABK0/BhBV9HpbYmA/s400/DSC06489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310766057272066658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SbOhlcaAWEI/AAAAAAAABKs/MXhUTgWYa38/s1600-h/DSC06488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SbOhlcaAWEI/AAAAAAAABKs/MXhUTgWYa38/s400/DSC06488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310766050252445762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SbOhlOalYRI/AAAAAAAABKk/UGCD8NeGWFo/s1600-h/DSC06487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SbOhlOalYRI/AAAAAAAABKk/UGCD8NeGWFo/s400/DSC06487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310766046496776466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SbOhrnCl1KI/AAAAAAAABLE/TmZQo4LFi1M/s1600-h/DSC06500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SbOhrnCl1KI/AAAAAAAABLE/TmZQo4LFi1M/s400/DSC06500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310766156186244258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;teeth 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SbOhl1w3Z9I/AAAAAAAABK8/JQkP_1ANFt4/s1600-h/DSC06498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SbOhl1w3Z9I/AAAAAAAABK8/JQkP_1ANFt4/s400/DSC06498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310766057059215314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;teeth 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SbOhr0KhKZI/AAAAAAAABLM/HguijoKfYz8/s1600-h/DSC06511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SbOhr0KhKZI/AAAAAAAABLM/HguijoKfYz8/s400/DSC06511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310766159709153682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;white. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SbOhlCp8CnI/AAAAAAAABKc/eNANzpUzd1Y/s1600-h/DSC06485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SbOhlCp8CnI/AAAAAAAABKc/eNANzpUzd1Y/s400/DSC06485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310766043339950706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yours truly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: psyched up for archie's concert~! woot! Song for the day, Alicia Keys - No One&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-119442509133982326?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/119442509133982326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=119442509133982326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/119442509133982326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/119442509133982326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-spy-with-my-lil-eyes.html' title='i spy with my lil eyes'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SbOhl2jnQmI/AAAAAAAABK0/BhBV9HpbYmA/s72-c/DSC06489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-9169616440473775213</id><published>2009-03-06T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T01:24:35.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 down 3 to go</title><content type='html'>2 papers down... 3 more to go... actually more like 2 more to go. i don't give a shit bout the MUET paper. for all i know, hate language papers. got back bio and chem. kk la. i'm satisfied. PA apparently will be horrible. a few failures and lots of 40+%. im doomed. Math... i have absolutely no idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enuff of school. today, an OKU (org kurang upaya) from KL called me while i was surfing the net in the afternoon. that OKU said he's boarding a bus to Melaka and he needs me to pick him up from the station at 4. LOL. oh well, tht's what friends are for. plus i had to go to school at 3 to settle the school's magazine-cd (e-magazine... cd form... stupid, i know, tell me bout it) had to carry the boxes of cds from the van to the Editorial room. gawd i miss those moments when i was Chief Editor in SFI. good memories. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, fetched tzong, then we went to Jusco cos i had the urge for Coffee Bean. OKU was so sweet to treat me a large ice blended along with the muffin. i paid him back rm10 though. subsidise some la. hahahaha. chit chat a lot. catching up. didnt take pic... sori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tht's about it. wrote this post halfway then dota-ed for 2 hrs. xD. comtemplating on whether to delete the whole post or not. but oh well, i'll just publish it. til the next day or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: song for the day, Mary J Blige - Be Without You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-9169616440473775213?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/9169616440473775213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=9169616440473775213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/9169616440473775213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/9169616440473775213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-down-3-to-go.html' title='2 down 3 to go'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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-6687725999850880760.post-5560031862077943190</id><published>2009-03-05T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:20:25.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>female drivers</title><content type='html'>mum received this email from a friend and she watched it from her office. it's super hilarious. hahahaha. cracked me up so bad!! do watch it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously!! WATCH IT DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a3cf9fa9b6e12f73" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da3cf9fa9b6e12f73%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329873966%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CE46D97DB79DDC10C075C5ECF509A2FF188110A.6031D4F14D02C4085E94C5C3D8348298AC0E1231%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da3cf9fa9b6e12f73%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBX3k9-Y85KkWdAp7iKABKyK08X4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da3cf9fa9b6e12f73%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329873966%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CE46D97DB79DDC10C075C5ECF509A2FF188110A.6031D4F14D02C4085E94C5C3D8348298AC0E1231%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da3cf9fa9b6e12f73%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBX3k9-Y85KkWdAp7iKABKyK08X4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-5560031862077943190?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a3cf9fa9b6e12f73&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/5560031862077943190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=5560031862077943190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/5560031862077943190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/5560031862077943190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/03/female-drivers.html' title='female drivers'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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-6687725999850880760.post-7623934813224039474</id><published>2009-03-05T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:24:54.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much for relaxing</title><content type='html'>it has only been 2 days since after the test. after a week's long of mugging... and urghh!!! i am not satisfied with the amount of time i'm given to just dump everything else into the blardy waste basket and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just found out i'm left with a week to teach the other youths the dance. we havent even completed the steps, what more formation. i think i'm going insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr khoo hasnt been easy on us either. feeding us with the tons of integration formulae. which i have no prob memorizing but it's so confusing and i think i ady forgot half of em. im cussing so bad right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait... i think im feeling so much better. Sony just confirmed that archie is coming to msia!! omg!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://archuletavenue.wordpress.com/  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok gtg. must think of strategy on persuading mum and dad to get me good tickets.... will 'my first ever concert' excuse work? i hope it does... if all else fails, i have my JPA scholarship money to buy the tickets, for once, JPA did something efficient and right. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: songs for the day, all of archie's songs. i'm high. too freaking high. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-7623934813224039474?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/7623934813224039474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=7623934813224039474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/7623934813224039474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/7623934813224039474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-much-for-relaxing.html' title='so much for relaxing'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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-6687725999850880760.post-2203579007106547421</id><published>2009-03-04T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:32:52.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I screwed up 60% of my teenage life</title><content type='html'>[ ] Gotten detention.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten your phone taken away in class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten suspended.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten caught chewing gum.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten caught cheating on a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total = 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Arrived late to class more than 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Didn’t do homework over 5 times&lt;br /&gt;[x] Turned at least 3 projects in late&lt;br /&gt;[x] Missed school cause you felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Laughed so loud you got kicked out of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total = 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Got your mom / dad etc. to get you out of school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Texted people during class.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Passed notes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Threw stuff across the room.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Laughed at the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total = 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pulled down the fire alarm.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Went on myspace , facebook , xanga , etc. on the computer at school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Took pictures during school hours.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Called someone during school hours.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Listened to an iPod , CD , etc. during class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total = 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Threw something at the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Went outside the classroom without permission.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Broke the dress code.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Failed a class.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ate food during class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total = 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten a call from school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Couldn’t go on a field trip cause you behaved badly.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Didn’t take your stuff to school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten a detention and didn't go.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Stuck up your middle finger at a teacher when they were not looking.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cursed during class loud enough so the teacher could hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total = 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Faked your parents signature&lt;br /&gt;[x] Slept in class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cursed at a teacher to their face.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Copied homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total = 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total = 20&lt;br /&gt;Multiply by 3 = 60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;goodness, i screwed 60% of my teenage life? more like i rawked my life up with those 60% of worthful shit! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: jiawei, we noe u didnt cross some of the boxes that u were supposed to. HAHA. 18% screwed my foot! eat that bitch!!&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/6687725999850880760-2203579007106547421?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/2203579007106547421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=2203579007106547421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/2203579007106547421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/2203579007106547421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-screwed-up-60-of-my-teenage-life.html' title='I screwed up 60% of my teenage life'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-3001573282174852595</id><published>2009-03-03T16:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:43:56.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dee oh tee ay~</title><content type='html'>finally test period is over!! imma like omg la. chemistry was freaking throat slitting tough. maybe cos i didnt bother memorizing all the inorganic chemistry stuff. i think i screwed up this paper. big time. anyhoo, i dun care anymore. just hope others score as bad as i did XD then it wouldn't be so shameful to get low marks. wakaka. im mean. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PA was.... PA. dun wanna elaborate. some things are better left unsaid right beta-mites? *winks* thank you kai li~~ hahaha!! had some glitch with the graph but all was well, solved for the best. LOL! chun yian, i noe ur laughing over how i coloured the freaking bars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry tuition in an hour and thirty minutes. right at this very moment, i feel like killing that asshole who discovered elements. goodness. but jiawei's guilt talk knocked some sense into me to not skip tuition. so yea.... have to endure 2 hrs and 30 mins... of... chemistry...... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but rejoice rejoice! there will be a dota match later on against the 5 strong heroes. Drow Ranger, Enchantress, Broodmother, Tidehunter and Lord of Avernus. weeeeee~~ some dota inspired pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sazo2Bx0vbI/AAAAAAAABKM/Y2p5loPKsYQ/s1600-h/DSC06534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sazo2Bx0vbI/AAAAAAAABKM/Y2p5loPKsYQ/s400/DSC06534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308874075650964914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;weee~ managed to farm enuff cash to buy Butterfly~ (add 30 agi, 30% atk spd, 30% evasion) XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sazo14uZJuI/AAAAAAAABKE/vdUHhZ1IgdU/s1600-h/DSC06533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sazo14uZJuI/AAAAAAAABKE/vdUHhZ1IgdU/s400/DSC06533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308874073220654818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;soonheng with Vanguard (5/hp regen, 65% chance to block 40 dmg, +200 hp. i think...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sazo2BfylOI/AAAAAAAABKU/1DiabZ9UQo0/s1600-h/DSC06535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sazo2BfylOI/AAAAAAAABKU/1DiabZ9UQo0/s400/DSC06535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308874075575325922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lem stole my Butterfly to attack soonheng. he shields with his Vanguard. little did lem know that the weapon was muted cos it does not belong to him. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ok pure lameness. i was dota deprived for 4 days. dun blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick signing off~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: song for the day, Brown Eyed Girls - Eojjeoda~ (the video clip from previous post. lol)&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/6687725999850880760-3001573282174852595?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/3001573282174852595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=3001573282174852595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/3001573282174852595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/3001573282174852595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/03/dee-oh-tee-ay.html' title='dee oh tee ay~'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/Sazo2Bx0vbI/AAAAAAAABKM/Y2p5loPKsYQ/s72-c/DSC06534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-1968756471695868192</id><published>2009-03-02T22:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:00:30.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fluorine</title><content type='html'>i just HAD to double post this. it cracked me up. i was reading the sub-topic bout Reaction of Halogens with hydrogen. they mentioned the reaction of chlorine, bromine and iodine with hydrogen. but no fluorine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after tht subtopic was a question... How would you expect fluorine to react with hydrogen? Answer given.... Fluorine is such a powerful oxidising agent that the reaction is violent. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;It &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;explodes&lt;/span&gt; with hydrogen under all conditions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random and lame i know. but it cracked me up so bad. hahahaha. explodes under all conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0NcGkVBUtq0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0NcGkVBUtq0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this korean song, hot hot, i love the melody. Lem's fault for making me addicted to it. the lyrics is just... stalkerish. haha. watch the video yourself and you'd know. like thr's a part that goes... 'you're so handsome handsome~ watching you is thrilling' like OMFG~ stalker bitch!! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my chat with soonheng. goodness. i'm high from studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;~*Try not to become a man of success but a man of values*~Nikon Goh!!!! says (10:55 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; k la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; i wanna continue studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;LJ says (10:55 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; ok lorrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; dump me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; fineeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; piccas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; dun forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;~*Try not to become a man of success but a man of values*~Nikon Goh!!!! says (10:55 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; transferred d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; im dumping u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;LJ says (10:55 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; dun forget to bring it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;~*Try not to become a man of success but a man of values*~Nikon Goh!!!! says (10:55 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; GOODBYE BITCH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;LJ says (10:56 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; bye slut!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;~*Try not to become a man of success but a man of values*~Nikon Goh!!!! says (10:56 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another chapter of inorganic torture to go.... body yearning for my bed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick signing off~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: song of the day, this is the 2nd post for today (same day) hence song of the day remains the same. like DUH!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-1968756471695868192?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/1968756471695868192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=1968756471695868192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/1968756471695868192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/1968756471695868192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/03/fluorine.html' title='fluorine'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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-6687725999850880760.post-6567408670919086585</id><published>2009-03-02T20:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:18:54.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tossing and turning</title><content type='html'>i shall begin from last night. I was tossing and turning around on my bed. couldn't sleep. prolly cos of the anxiety of taking the tests today. hey, even though i don't care anymore doesn't mean i wont be worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to forget, i come to know about this hot hot effing hawt breaking news. Archie might be coming to Msia during his Asian tour. Msia Archie fans are signing a petition to Sony BMG to bring david to Msia. if he comes it'll be April 10th. so last night i was planning my trip up. i'll take a bus after school (or maybe just skip school. it's a friday btw) and meet up with Loo Han at god knows where. hoping he'll come to Pudu Raya to fetch me. cos i know i'll get lost if i were to find my own way to some other destination to meet up. and then, loo and i will scream our hearts out at the concert and i'll spend the night with loo in his uncle's house (the place he's staying). thr's air conditioning and a spare bed. what more could i ask for~! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it's just a plan, provided archie comes down to Msia. and i might not be going up alone. bringing my archie kaki lang along. phillip, jasmine, goh. (dunno they rooster enuff to come not, or decide to chicken out last minute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the test, i officially hate Chordates. specifically those from the Chondrichthyes class. damn u sharks. i didnt memorize your freaking body parts and it costs me 6 marks. before conversion. who knows, after conversion it'll be 12%. arghhh~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muet was... boring. finished the paper in 20 minutes. slept for the other 1 hour. nothing else to comment. muet sucks. hate muet. hate anything to do with language. how ironic having a mum who teaches english. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math was omg nerve wrecking. first question was partial fraction. and considering my history with partial fractions (last year's end exam), i spaced out for 5 minutes thinking of how to break up the damn fraction. LOL! i wanted to let y = f(x) instead of let f(x) = A/bla bla + B/bla bla. u get what i mean. and then there's that finding the sum of 1.2.3 + 2.3.4 + 3.4.5 + ... + n(n+1)(n+2)  which i did during the last 5 minutes by simply gasaking method of differences. hopefully i got the right answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so see, typical me to complain. i expect to complain more for chemistry paper tmr. AHHH!! shit shit... i have 3 chaps more to cover. die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to mcd just now to get mcflurry, they changed the cup. it's shorter and made of some pvc thingy. not like the thick cardboard it used to be. more cost efficient i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SavXE9IV7pI/AAAAAAAABJs/lHu4lLkG0eE/s1600-h/Image190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SavXE9IV7pI/AAAAAAAABJs/lHu4lLkG0eE/s400/Image190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308573065915264658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so... til tmr for more bitch fest. i seem exceptionally happy for a boy who's under stress for tmr's paper. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SavXFkNe1vI/AAAAAAAABJ0/Dg1s-89wT28/s1600-h/Image192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SavXFkNe1vI/AAAAAAAABJ0/Dg1s-89wT28/s400/Image192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308573076405802738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SavcJtrsmwI/AAAAAAAABJ8/pnSFGk7Dov4/s1600-h/DSC03716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SavcJtrsmwI/AAAAAAAABJ8/pnSFGk7Dov4/s400/DSC03716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308578645226068738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: happy bday lem!! here's to (19 - 6) years of friendship~!  song for the day, SNSD - Into the new world  (woot!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-6567408670919086585?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/6567408670919086585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=6567408670919086585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/6567408670919086585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/6567408670919086585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/03/tossing-and-turning.html' title='tossing and turning'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SavXE9IV7pI/AAAAAAAABJs/lHu4lLkG0eE/s72-c/Image190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-6526822180064945457</id><published>2009-03-01T11:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:31:38.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings</title><content type='html'>gahhhh!! i'm left with a few more hours to cover up Animalia and inorganic chem (the whole freaking book mind you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so screwed. memorizing the bio terms is hard enough. chelicerae, pedipalp, occeli, prosoma, opisthosoma. goodness. i hate all arthropods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have a cool dance video. love the way this video was filmed. two way mirrors are awesome~ you never know who's spying on you. XD. hinting to meiyi, ester, anngie, marilyn to kaji this short dance. cos i wanna learn but im too lazy to kaji. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aagA2QYG5hY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aagA2QYG5hY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so~ til tomorrow. you'll definitely hear me complain bout my bio, muet and math paper. typical me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick signing off~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: song for the day, Kelly Clarkson - Long Shot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-6526822180064945457?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/6526822180064945457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=6526822180064945457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/6526822180064945457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/6526822180064945457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/03/ramblings.html' title='ramblings'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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-6687725999850880760.post-3967405308161542069</id><published>2009-02-28T15:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:29:20.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse in the house</title><content type='html'>hello there~ no you're not in the wrong blog. you did not typed the link wrongly or whatever shit that happens on the net. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to give my blog a makeover. the previous one was getting on my nerves. too blue-ey. and so, a new layout deserves a new title. i'm fickle minded. deal with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently procrastinating on whether or not to study or sleep first.... im so doomed for the monthly test.... damn phillip for being able to skip the second day cos of his driving. arghhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... maybe i'll take a 30 mins nap... eyes can barely open... khoo khoo's class was energy draining. who knew sitting down doing nothing is more exhausting than actually doing something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choobs... i miss you... do come back to give us extra classes if possible... happy retirement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SajncbBQIAI/AAAAAAAABJk/cSkWJKfoATM/s1600-h/P1100886+%5B640x480%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SajncbBQIAI/AAAAAAAABJk/cSkWJKfoATM/s400/P1100886+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307746636331491330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick signing off~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: song for the day, Roxette - Listen to your heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-3967405308161542069?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/3967405308161542069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=3967405308161542069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/3967405308161542069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/3967405308161542069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/02/eclipse-in-house.html' title='Eclipse in the house'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SajncbBQIAI/AAAAAAAABJk/cSkWJKfoATM/s72-c/P1100886+%5B640x480%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-3053125781607842483</id><published>2009-02-25T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:30:48.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much</title><content type='html'>i am so frustrated now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just too many stuff going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and people just aren't giving their utmost enthusiasm either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eff it man. if you have the initiative to push people to initiate some effing thing, then might as well you use that initiation to jump start something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's already hard enough juggling between school work, revision, and some me-myself-time. but clearly my me-myself-time is not in balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you guys are reading this, then i hope you understand. i put in so much effort to learn the steps. to perfect it. to not back down on my word when i said i wanted to perform that dance months ago. and to teach you all the steps is just very demoralizing most of the time. you all just don't show any enthusiasm or freaking respond to my concerns. it makes me feel like my efforts were just a waste of time. seriously, you guys have mouths, use them instead of shutting them and act like dead corpses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know, i know, think positive, be positive. but you tell me, how positive or patient you can get. so give me my space to explode; clearly, in this blog, since i won't explode on the people themselves. just... doesnt seem right YET to do so. i might. who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, angry frustrated me not gonna post any fun stuff or pics today. just to show you i'm human and that life is like a y = sin x graph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick pissing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: song of the day, Avril Lavigne - Complicated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-3053125781607842483?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/3053125781607842483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=3053125781607842483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/3053125781607842483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/3053125781607842483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/02/too-much.html' title='too much'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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-6687725999850880760.post-862917681568426097</id><published>2009-02-22T21:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:31:01.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worn out</title><content type='html'>ever woke up feeling completely worn out and dead? well that's what i felt (and still am feeling) since morning. guess it's the accumulation of exhaustion from the whole week that my body decided to 'die' on me on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent my whole afternoon (woke up at 11 xD) and evening at my study table... with my math notes lying in front of me... but the damned Darren Shan book in my hands. i tell you, that book is evil. it crept up on me and made me open it and then gone la... 5 hours glued on the book..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week's test, i pretty much gave up already. it is humanly impossible to study the whole of Inorganic Chemistry, Chemical Equilibrium, Ionic Equilibrium, Photosynthesis, Respiration, Kingdom Animalia, Numbers and Sets, Polynomials, Sequence and Series, Statistics, Probability, Discrete Probability Distribution, Continuous Probability Distribution, and PA graphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness gracious me. all that in a week? haha, thanks but no thanks, i'm not a fighter this time. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that contributed to my uber emo mood today... not like the weather was on my side either. rained the whole evening and night. cold. depressing. was driving to pick my sister up just now and went to jusco to pack my dinner. i was driving at snail's pace cos the car in front of me was... well... useless... drove slowly. but the thing is, i didnt bother overtaking or flashing or honking that bugger. hell, i was going at 30km/hr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...... i decided to treat myself to something colourful for the day. McD for dinner and Coffee Bean for dessert. well at least i feel a timpsy bitsy better than earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SaFQhxWjsdI/AAAAAAAABJY/T7tkqMa45vY/s1600-h/DSC06545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SaFQhxWjsdI/AAAAAAAABJY/T7tkqMa45vY/s400/DSC06545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305610377133011410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SaFQhB7SYtI/AAAAAAAABJQ/MvMcwcXU6z8/s1600-h/DSC06544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SaFQhB7SYtI/AAAAAAAABJQ/MvMcwcXU6z8/s400/DSC06544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305610364402164434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's the end of today's post~ til tmr or maybe the day after. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off, Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: since i'm super emo today, song for the day... David Cook - Light On&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-862917681568426097?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/862917681568426097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=862917681568426097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/862917681568426097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/862917681568426097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/02/worn-out.html' title='worn out'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SaFQhxWjsdI/AAAAAAAABJY/T7tkqMa45vY/s72-c/DSC06545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-4695991192871183300</id><published>2009-02-19T18:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:16:00.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delonix regia</title><content type='html'>hello again~ i am back with loads of pics, not gonna post them all cos it'll be a waste to dump such juicy contents (which i hardly obtain) into one post. gonna spread em out in a few posts. now wouldnt tht be exciting!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessons were uneventful except for mdm choo choo bee (nickname phillip and i came up with) cos she came in 1 period late and she was accompanied by the bitch teacher whom all form sixers love to hate. though she wasnt bitchy. she was actually nice!! omg!! she was snapping pics of choobs (again, another nickname xD) and recording a short video of her lesson with us. how sweet~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on! we had 3 gawd-damned period of biology today. but thank god our teacher was and is smart enough to have our practical experiments during this 2 hour lesson~ phew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today's experiment was about disecting flowers... the Flame of the Forest aka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Delonix regia&lt;/span&gt; (see? imma good bio student~ italic-ed the genus and species name) and the orchid flower (forgot it's scientific name, lazy to refer. buzz off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things were going well... as you can see... i was happily disecting away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ0347aw1nI/AAAAAAAABG4/Aq9bO1rB1ho/s1600-h/DSC06493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ0347aw1nI/AAAAAAAABG4/Aq9bO1rB1ho/s400/DSC06493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304457387274458738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and camwhored a lot during the dissection. (it was too boring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ035B_q9KI/AAAAAAAABHQ/EEpEd98rsVk/s1600-h/DSC06502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ035B_q9KI/AAAAAAAABHQ/EEpEd98rsVk/s400/DSC06502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304457389039875234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jiawei and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ04Fai1luI/AAAAAAAABH4/zw-Caczs3EM/s1600-h/DSC06517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ04Fai1luI/AAAAAAAABH4/zw-Caczs3EM/s400/DSC06517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304457601788253922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;desmond and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ04FSixdbI/AAAAAAAABHw/AAY8sEYnKMM/s1600-h/DSC06515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ04FSixdbI/AAAAAAAABHw/AAY8sEYnKMM/s400/DSC06515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304457599640499634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lem and i (and jiawei's mouth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ04Zixlw5I/AAAAAAAABII/X93ICpzP1rs/s1600-h/DSC06525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ04Zixlw5I/AAAAAAAABII/X93ICpzP1rs/s400/DSC06525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304457947594998674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and these 2 idiots who make me feel like i'm standing beside two vampires =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;all was well until.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ03jP_H_DI/AAAAAAAABFg/Yhzo-evnFaE/s1600-h/cx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ03jP_H_DI/AAAAAAAABFg/Yhzo-evnFaE/s400/cx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304457014838557746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ03jZ7qqiI/AAAAAAAABF4/6pjOvQf_d98/s1600-h/DSC06476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ03jZ7qqiI/AAAAAAAABF4/6pjOvQf_d98/s400/DSC06476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304457017508407842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*turned on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ03jfvKUWI/AAAAAAAABGA/vtP_pwV9Lxc/s1600-h/DSC06481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ03jfvKUWI/AAAAAAAABGA/vtP_pwV9Lxc/s400/DSC06481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304457019066569058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and i went cuckoo as well (must have been the flowers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ03tUdkmYI/AAAAAAAABGI/TtJXP3VLGfQ/s1600-h/DSC06482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ03tUdkmYI/AAAAAAAABGI/TtJXP3VLGfQ/s400/DSC06482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304457187838695810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then the virus (supposedly from the flowers...) spread to sanjiv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ03tRWexWI/AAAAAAAABGQ/cRdmJe5UY64/s1600-h/DSC06484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ03tRWexWI/AAAAAAAABGQ/cRdmJe5UY64/s400/DSC06484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304457187003647330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;even macho guy desmond was infected (definitely the flowers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ04ZnJW9iI/AAAAAAAABIA/2qIF-Rkx7mg/s1600-h/DSC06521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ04ZnJW9iI/AAAAAAAABIA/2qIF-Rkx7mg/s400/DSC06521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304457948768433698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;soon heng was flower-deprived he went after lem's flower-like hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything seemed to be back to normal... but soon heng and i weren't okay yet... must have been the overdose of flowers... we went scavenging around the lab for flowers... but to our dismay... most of the flowers were disposed... so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ04Z-HVy0I/AAAAAAAABIg/WE4mrm9QXns/s1600-h/DSC06528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ04Z-HVy0I/AAAAAAAABIg/WE4mrm9QXns/s400/DSC06528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304457954933984066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;soonheng used forceps to pluck out the 'virus' from his nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ04Z7jEE5I/AAAAAAAABIY/hs1dKENxCYE/s1600-h/DSC06527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ04Z7jEE5I/AAAAAAAABIY/hs1dKENxCYE/s400/DSC06527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304457954244957074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ04Z65PVeI/AAAAAAAABIQ/i4X_gHHNy_o/s1600-h/DSC06526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ04Z65PVeI/AAAAAAAABIQ/i4X_gHHNy_o/s400/DSC06526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304457954069534178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we tried drinking acetone 80% to wash the virus down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ04hWiVIiI/AAAAAAAABIo/9RZk0AsSLiU/s1600-h/DSC06529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ04hWiVIiI/AAAAAAAABIo/9RZk0AsSLiU/s400/DSC06529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304458081748722210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then we used the lab thermometer to check our temperature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ04hewx-mI/AAAAAAAABIw/LuefW5QRT5Q/s1600-h/DSC06530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ04hewx-mI/AAAAAAAABIw/LuefW5QRT5Q/s400/DSC06530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304458083956816482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the asshole is the best indication of the body's temperature xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;####################################&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and things were finally back to normal. soonheng fainted btw xD. camwhored with my two fav girls in beta~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ04FHK-gwI/AAAAAAAABHY/ny4iHsyQDLw/s1600-h/DSC06505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ04FHK-gwI/AAAAAAAABHY/ny4iHsyQDLw/s400/DSC06505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304457596587901698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lunar~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ04FGfyZ0I/AAAAAAAABHg/ysCD167YE94/s1600-h/DSC06507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ04FGfyZ0I/AAAAAAAABHg/ysCD167YE94/s400/DSC06507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304457596406753090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and solar (HAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;let's end this post with a game. guess this mysterious person's identity. hint, he's black and hairy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ03jBWkMcI/AAAAAAAABFo/rxZT-Q2CzDk/s1600-h/DSC06459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ03jBWkMcI/AAAAAAAABFo/rxZT-Q2CzDk/s400/DSC06459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304457010910343618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ03jSeLF9I/AAAAAAAABFw/2tkT_7ylOQM/s1600-h/DSC06468.JPG"&gt;.&lt;/a&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;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;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ03jSeLF9I/AAAAAAAABFw/2tkT_7ylOQM/s1600-h/DSC06468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ03jSeLF9I/AAAAAAAABFw/2tkT_7ylOQM/s400/DSC06468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304457015505655762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yeap you guessed right (or wrong), it's sanjiv my fav blackie~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NicK signing off~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: lem!! i have not done my federal yet... hahaha~ sorry!! song for the day, Leona Lewis - Take  A Bow&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/6687725999850880760-4695991192871183300?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/4695991192871183300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=4695991192871183300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/4695991192871183300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/4695991192871183300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/02/delonix-regia.html' title='Delonix regia'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZ0347aw1nI/AAAAAAAABG4/Aq9bO1rB1ho/s72-c/DSC06493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-316419664897067785</id><published>2009-02-18T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:01:20.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hairspray!!!</title><content type='html'>FINALLY!! after 2 days of flat hair!! i've replenished my stock of gatsby hairspray! gone are the days my hair goes super flat (i sound like meiyi talking bout hair... &gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZwRXOEYZZI/AAAAAAAABE4/1r-kmshB6Sc/s1600-h/erger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZwRXOEYZZI/AAAAAAAABE4/1r-kmshB6Sc/s400/erger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304133551746737554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm currently at the 2nd trilogy of the Darren Shan Saga. weird, but i'm having this sudden interest in anything that's gotta do with vampire. who knows i might meet up with a Mr Crepsley and i'd ask him to make me his assistant. haha. fantasizing too much... sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZwRX6TDmSI/AAAAAAAABFY/KI5Px5Hz4y0/s1600-h/Image181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZwRX6TDmSI/AAAAAAAABFY/KI5Px5Hz4y0/s400/Image181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304133563619449122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;went to MPH to do some book shopping. wanted to get Artemis Fowl to complete the series tht i bought from the Times Warehse Sale but to my dismay, i couldnt find any of his books -.-&lt;br /&gt;however!! i saw another series of books, with a thin cover (cheap publishers) tht is about vampires as well. it was placed beside the twilight series. and it's on 30% off. offer lasts til 28th Feb... shud i get it?? shud i shud i not?? ARGHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also saw Brisingr, the Eragon series, the big book with the blue dragon as the cover (was it? i think so...) costs RM83 but it's on 30% as well. but offer lasts til 28th Feb... shud i get it?? shud i shud i not?? ARGHH!! (LOL la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking bout twilight, the publishers redesigned the 1st book (Twilight) cover tht features the actors from the movie tht play the main characters of the book. damn... but i prefer the ori cover. the one with two pale skinned hands holding a blood red apple. why an apple i have no idea. believe me, the apple does not play a role in the book if tht's what you're thinking. gawd no. back to the book, MPH is only selling Twilight (1st book) and New Moon (2nd book). so it seems Eclipse and Breaking Dawn are still out of stock. lucky thing i bought all four 1 shot. see, don't be cheap, people. just get the whole darn series. now those cheap people, have gotta wait for the 3rd book. they're hanging at the 2nd book. HA! eat tht now cheapskates. (ranting as usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random random, sitting beside this fatty in class everyday. everyday's a new chapter of sick fun with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZwRXrX3opI/AAAAAAAABFQ/0xOPWAZRbU8/s1600-h/Image171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZwRXrX3opI/AAAAAAAABFQ/0xOPWAZRbU8/s400/Image171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304133559613104786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd i love humiliating my sister. tht's what siblings are for ey?? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZwRXgSpTeI/AAAAAAAABFI/Dt2OZ138SGo/s1600-h/Image165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZwRXgSpTeI/AAAAAAAABFI/Dt2OZ138SGo/s400/Image165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304133556638404066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but a good brother posts a random boring but pleasant photo to compensate the embarassment he just made. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZwRXTqCxgI/AAAAAAAABFA/zmXv0lYLTSo/s1600-h/Image158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZwRXTqCxgI/AAAAAAAABFA/zmXv0lYLTSo/s400/Image158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304133553246881282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NicK signing off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: song for the day, Mariah Carey - Hero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-316419664897067785?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/316419664897067785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=316419664897067785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/316419664897067785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/316419664897067785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/02/hairspray.html' title='hairspray!!!'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZwRXOEYZZI/AAAAAAAABE4/1r-kmshB6Sc/s72-c/erger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-7351209906119378302</id><published>2009-02-17T15:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:41:12.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of voodoo and crystals</title><content type='html'>trying to fulfil the 1 post a day plan i've got going on. doubt it will last xD. but while it does, let's enjoy aight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone knows whr i could get a voodoo doll?? hahaha. i'll name my voodoo doll chocky (lol to u-noe-who-u-are). then i could poke it with all the wonderful extra pins i have from the bio project~ weee~~ here's my dream voodoo doll (gawd, sounds so wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZpnB-F5WzI/AAAAAAAABEY/YMW-uzQ00dU/s1600-h/Sarah_Palin_voodoo_doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZpnB-F5WzI/AAAAAAAABEY/YMW-uzQ00dU/s400/Sarah_Palin_voodoo_doll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303664794727439154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shud surf deeper on this instant voodoo doll.... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZpnCOmJD8I/AAAAAAAABEg/0TkIvBNNhPg/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZpnCOmJD8I/AAAAAAAABEg/0TkIvBNNhPg/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303664799157653442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking to jiawei today about dota. and he asked me bout rylai~ told him how i played rylai. hahaha. rylai crestfall's like so hawt. told u guys~ she trumps lina the bitch easily. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZppYtok9CI/AAAAAAAABEw/LBJ7fvEsBjs/s1600-h/crystal_maiden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZppYtok9CI/AAAAAAAABEw/LBJ7fvEsBjs/s400/crystal_maiden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303667384469746722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylai Crestfall the crystal maiden (see~ even the name sounds so exquisite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZppYed2BsI/AAAAAAAABEo/4SFepD7qT20/s1600-h/rylai+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZppYed2BsI/AAAAAAAABEo/4SFepD7qT20/s400/rylai+1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303667380398196418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick, signing off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-7351209906119378302?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/7351209906119378302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=7351209906119378302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/7351209906119378302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/7351209906119378302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-voodoo-and-crystals.html' title='of voodoo and crystals'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZpnB-F5WzI/AAAAAAAABEY/YMW-uzQ00dU/s72-c/Sarah_Palin_voodoo_doll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-537753625481661255</id><published>2009-02-16T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:31:16.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screw titles</title><content type='html'>I've been pretty adventurous with my hair all of a sudden. well, ever since i met Steven from Le Vogue thanks to marilyn who introduced tht hair saloon to me. haha. well, in a way he makes my job so much simpler by just saying 'do whatever you like to my hair'. lol! and so,,,,,, he tries to lala-fy me with all sorts of haircuts, which some i like, some i dislike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, here's a pic of the hair he cut for me in Dec. kept the fringe long and the sides and back super short. loved the fringe. hated everything else. thk god my hair's back to normal xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZl17c0hecI/AAAAAAAABDw/2_HzW_8DzEg/s1600-h/DSC06327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZl17c0hecI/AAAAAAAABDw/2_HzW_8DzEg/s400/DSC06327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303399700414691778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been almost a year since i've last seen Isaac. he left for Aussie to pursue his studies right after SPM. didnt get the chance to say goodbye. and now, after a yr plus, he finally returns. though i have to apologize for being so occupied and not being able to spend time to meet up with you more often while you're back... things are just... hectic... but i'm glad for those small dota outings we have; although short but very very very memorable. trust me. you and i, give it a few years time, we'll be sitting at Coffee Bean (cos we love the ice blended thr) talking bout how i pawned your tiny lil ass in game. haha. so here's a pic to frenship! sadly i wasnt in camwhore mode this yr cos well... my camera broke down. malfunction.. so you do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZl17sAALfI/AAAAAAAABD4/rGGJp2eK2j4/s1600-h/DSC06384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZl17sAALfI/AAAAAAAABD4/rGGJp2eK2j4/s400/DSC06384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303399704489373170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, i'm just chilling out after an overload of math equations. goodness. i need a life... desperate... and a new camera to camwhore! xD for now... will have to make do with the broken camera which i can hardly configure the shooting settings... &gt;_&lt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZl17vt2vmI/AAAAAAAABEA/5w6NMtRIS1g/s1600-h/DSC06415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZl17vt2vmI/AAAAAAAABEA/5w6NMtRIS1g/s400/DSC06415.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303399705486999138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NicK signing off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: song for the day~ David Archuleta - Let's Talk About Love (he recorded this song for charity. how cool is tht!?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-537753625481661255?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/537753625481661255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=537753625481661255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/537753625481661255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/537753625481661255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/02/screw-titles.html' title='screw titles'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SZl17c0hecI/AAAAAAAABDw/2_HzW_8DzEg/s72-c/DSC06327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-593238325132119598</id><published>2009-02-15T23:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:50:39.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiatus over... i think...?</title><content type='html'>pls don't shoot me! i know i know... it's been a while eh? HAHA. ok, maybe longer than a while. i had this insecurity that blogging became too personal, as in too exposed and well, a pinch of narcissism. but what the heck, who cares, i've finally come to realise if you're here reading this blog, then you'd wanna know about me, so yea, narcissist me, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me pick off from where i've left you guys... life has been... pretty hectic and eventful. grateful for it though it's uber exhausting. nov and dec holidays were burnt, and i do mean burnt, as in completely burnt to friggin ashes burnt (ok exagerrating a bit), due to math extra class and the biology project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say, catching bugs is fun fun fun. especially those buffed-tailed bees in MHS. hell, i even know where their nest is. Imagine camping silently beside the nest and when one flies by... whoosh~ it gets caught in my net! wakakaka. then we put tht sucker into a killing jar saturated with CHCl3 aka chloroform til it faints. then we inject the sucker with formalin all over the body and spray formalin onto the sucker as well so preserve the sucker. woot~ im so sadistic. dun worry, it's not a hobby. so insects, your lives are no longer in danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has been brutal i tell you. extremely brutal. i remember 1st day of school, Ms. Lim caught me looking at my watch (cos i was impatient to get out of tht prison) and she started firing me with chemistry questions (which i stuttered answering T_T) and now, with the new system of class assestments, the teacher are using it to blackmail us... damn annoying. especially my math teacher who could go on and on with that new system for 1 whole period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY was pleasant, not as tiring as previous years. money has been good too. haha. tht's all i'm saying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, and did i mention i'm so hooked on reading again?? first off it was the Twilight saga. goodness, thank you steph (my cuzzie) for recommending me the books. read all 4 books, Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn (mentioning the names cos they're so exotic they turn me on xD). now i'm just waiting for the dvd rip of Twilight movie to be released in March. didnt manage to catch the movie in the big screens... sadly.. i heard people saying the movie wasnt fantastic, but you gotta read the book. it's really good. except in ester's eyes, she hates the book. being racist to vampires now la isit? ish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, i'm hooked on darren shan's Cirque de Freak saga, bout vampires (as well. haha) since jiawei and chai are crazy over the book. and i have to admit, it's good. love the author's blunt style of writing. iSuka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh~ thr's just so much i wanna update, and i'd wanna add the pics in here. so in the next post aight??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;NicK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i'm finding my solace in blogging now. it's just so free. so raw. so distinct. school's brutal - total opposite. iBrutal -like. wakaka. current song addiction: Just So You Know - Jesse McCartney.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-593238325132119598?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/593238325132119598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=593238325132119598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/593238325132119598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/593238325132119598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2009/02/hiatus-over-i-think.html' title='hiatus over... i think...?'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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-6687725999850880760.post-6183789038676628537</id><published>2008-12-21T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:00:43.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorgenics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;This personality test is freaky. Gawd. I cant believe it... it's just so.... too... accurate... lam, your fault for making me do this test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://www.paulgoldinresearch.com/cg/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At this particular time, you  are feeling that you are or were unjustly and undeservedly treated and/or  betrayed in your hopes and dreams. You feel that everything is against you. But  look on the bright side for you are, whether you believe it or not, a  survivor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are finding the present situation extremely demanding and  you're having difficulty coping with it. A great deal of strain is involved and  you would really like everyone and everything to leave you alone for a while,  just so that you can put everything into perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You feel very  lonely and frustrated at this time but your shyness and modesty precludes you  from establishing any deep form of relationship. You feel rather isolated and  alone. You are egocentric and you believe that you are always right - well maybe  you are - but you have a short fuse and are likely to take offence for the  slightest reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All of the stress and strains resulting from  disappointment have led to agitation and anxiety. You have been going out of  your way to make a good impression, but you have reservations as to the  likelihood of succeeding. You feel that you have a right to accomplish all that  you set your mind on but you have become helpless and distressed when  circumstances have gone against you. The idea of failure is most upsetting and  this can even mean utter dejection. You see yourself as a scapegoat and you feel  everyone in your sphere of influence has tried to take undue advantage of you.  You are trying to convince yourself that your failure to achieve standing and  recognition is not of your making but indeed of those around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are  moody and depressed at this time but it will pass. All of your hopes and dreams  seem to have gone astray and you are fearful of planning further for the future.  Disappointment at the non fulfilment of your hopes and the fear that to  formulate fresh goals will only lead to further setbacks have resulted in  considerable anxiety and you try to escape from this by withdrawing into  yourself. But that is not the answer. You have the power to succeed, believe in  yourself... all is possible to him who believes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-6183789038676628537?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/6183789038676628537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=6183789038676628537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/6183789038676628537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/6183789038676628537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2008/12/colorgenics.html' title='Colorgenics'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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-6687725999850880760.post-8024247564826537281</id><published>2008-11-23T11:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T12:31:25.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hp pics</title><content type='html'>i was transferring songs into my phone the other day and i decided to browse through my picture gallery and ta-dah~~ found these old and some are recent pictures. ah~ the joy of reminiscing the good ole days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjVCSvey4I/AAAAAAAAAz4/229EjqIn_0k/s1600-h/Photo0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjVCSvey4I/AAAAAAAAAz4/229EjqIn_0k/s400/Photo0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271697599204608898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ester camwhoring with my phone. dun u miss ur long hair? (rubbing it in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjVCcI2bnI/AAAAAAAAA0A/RbNepbYRaYI/s1600-h/Photo0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjVCcI2bnI/AAAAAAAAA0A/RbNepbYRaYI/s400/Photo0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271697601726934642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lavnya's rebonded hair. so pretty. now... so kanglang-ish. haha~ dun u miss ur straight straight hair? (again, rubbing it in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjUwKSztCI/AAAAAAAAAzo/mQhqspBevoQ/s1600-h/Image154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjUwKSztCI/AAAAAAAAAzo/mQhqspBevoQ/s400/Image154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271697287699215394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM3k to pay for the movie tickets. you gotta camwhore with tht amount of money notes in your hands....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjUwA28v7I/AAAAAAAAAzg/Cbl0_5HQRtM/s1600-h/Image152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjUwA28v7I/AAAAAAAAAzg/Cbl0_5HQRtM/s400/Image152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271697285166448562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;even fat ass wanna take a shot at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjUvyiGABI/AAAAAAAAAzY/xv8iB30gjOM/s1600-h/Image149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjUvyiGABI/AAAAAAAAAzY/xv8iB30gjOM/s400/Image149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271697281320878098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;steph k7's deepavali 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjUvmI8QUI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Ee-Dyk5EgkE/s1600-h/Image145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjUvmI8QUI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Ee-Dyk5EgkE/s400/Image145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271697277994156354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dota gang and lineage 2 gang. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjUvdF-l1I/AAAAAAAAAzI/pYWHm_49t7k/s1600-h/Image144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjUvdF-l1I/AAAAAAAAAzI/pYWHm_49t7k/s400/Image144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271697275565807442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;randomness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjPrZEwWrI/AAAAAAAAAzA/G4xa_cVSsag/s1600-h/Image143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjPrZEwWrI/AAAAAAAAAzA/G4xa_cVSsag/s400/Image143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271691708209322674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;flash can do wonders or make u look sick. in this case, the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjPrScRpbI/AAAAAAAAAy4/8uQbtl5oxg0/s1600-h/Image139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjPrScRpbI/AAAAAAAAAy4/8uQbtl5oxg0/s400/Image139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271691706428925362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my cousin's fat ass hamster. it's bigger than the size of my palm. no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjPrPPPf1I/AAAAAAAAAyw/7Bo6hbsNZx8/s1600-h/Image132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjPrPPPf1I/AAAAAAAAAyw/7Bo6hbsNZx8/s400/Image132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271691705568952146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kit kat = love. no idea wht thr's milo thr. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjPquEtPrI/AAAAAAAAAyo/nZcGo-z4xqQ/s1600-h/Image131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjPquEtPrI/AAAAAAAAAyo/nZcGo-z4xqQ/s400/Image131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271691696666394290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more kit kat = more love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjPqdB1tCI/AAAAAAAAAyg/3uNet55FRPQ/s1600-h/Image118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjPqdB1tCI/AAAAAAAAAyg/3uNet55FRPQ/s400/Image118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271691692090962978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tze fui oneechan and i~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjOv62-l8I/AAAAAAAAAyY/VSGyEjVRLKc/s1600-h/Image112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjOv62-l8I/AAAAAAAAAyY/VSGyEjVRLKc/s400/Image112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271690686486190018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;not this is not my house. i could only wish. it's a furniture shop with huge huge mirrors. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjOvvF51WI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/h6HYnNTp9u4/s1600-h/Image105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjOvvF51WI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/h6HYnNTp9u4/s400/Image105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271690683327567202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after our haircut in Le Vogue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjOvQ_1drI/AAAAAAAAAyI/9lb-DoWr0uk/s1600-h/Image094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjOvQ_1drI/AAAAAAAAAyI/9lb-DoWr0uk/s400/Image094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271690675249051314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;f6 union trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjOvUq8FYI/AAAAAAAAAyA/LksF_DSMe0Y/s1600-h/Image092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjOvUq8FYI/AAAAAAAAAyA/LksF_DSMe0Y/s400/Image092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271690676235146626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cheerleading practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjOvdHnyxI/AAAAAAAAAx4/vCXAy4AwfwY/s1600-h/Image054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjOvdHnyxI/AAAAAAAAAx4/vCXAy4AwfwY/s400/Image054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271690678502935314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with long hair during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjOhw55T0I/AAAAAAAAAxw/W2ty01MAaQk/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjOhw55T0I/AAAAAAAAAxw/W2ty01MAaQk/s400/Image040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271690443295903554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;messy room. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjOhulFFcI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ueRz4FdfTtk/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjOhulFFcI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ueRz4FdfTtk/s400/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271690442671723970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sister damn lala lor. must unlalafy her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjOhVfxWlI/AAAAAAAAAxY/41sXhmOgZ9k/s1600-h/Boo%21289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjOhVfxWlI/AAAAAAAAAxY/41sXhmOgZ9k/s400/Boo%21289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271690435938572882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dead cy and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjOhKkIPOI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/-cXnfvHQZ0w/s1600-h/Boo%21288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjOhKkIPOI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/-cXnfvHQZ0w/s400/Boo%21288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271690433004059874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and blackie~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and tht's all for now. couldnt believe i have not updated for 3 weeks long. lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick, signing out!&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/6687725999850880760-8024247564826537281?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/8024247564826537281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=8024247564826537281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/8024247564826537281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/8024247564826537281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2008/11/hp-pics.html' title='hp pics'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SSjVCSvey4I/AAAAAAAAAz4/229EjqIn_0k/s72-c/Photo0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-1020657510286179657</id><published>2008-11-01T01:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T02:03:48.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strike while the pan is hot</title><content type='html'>did i get that proverb right? lol. i know it goes smth liddat la heh... haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since LCC just happened few hours back, i think i should do a post bout it before instant bloggers like ester or teckpeng say smth bout it. haha. (kiasu la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, a super huge thanks to cy, ester, anngie, marilyn and sharon for participating and giving your all into the dance... it was a rough time but we had fun... i really enjoyed being in you guys' presence. thank you guys for that great adventure i'll never forget. it was one heck of a ride dun u all agree? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm freaking tired now... just got home at 1.30am... smarty-pants me decided not to drive to LCC on my own cos i was lazy and just sick of driving (haha!). guess there's a price to pay for that.. thank you Adrian for sending me home even though it was completely out of ur way. at least u now know how ulu i stay la heh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the dance... this is just ranting but life has put me in such a position that i cant help but to say that hardwork does not pay off (at times... well, at least when you expect it to pay off, it wouldn't). lemme list down the sacrifices i made as a remembrance. you can skip this part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the late night practices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the muscle cramps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the nagging from mum that i'm not putting my priorities straight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the time i could have used to study for P.Am and possibly score better (highly doubt so. lol)... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;skipping tuitions... (whole heartedly did it though =P)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;skipping school...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being cranky and lethargic during school hours...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;putting off my msn and sms conversations with friends who are no longer with me in Melaka... (which i regret...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting 'da look' from dad for not being home... damn.. i haven't seen him for almost 36 hours ady... so close yet so far...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;and prolly a few others which i couldnt remember. haha! now tht's what i call A LIST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being random. =P. btw, happy birthday ann gie!! 31st oct. halloween day! when i was a small kiddo living inthe United States, halloween was an awesome time of the year. i once dressed up as Simba The Lion from The Lion King to collect sweets from the college dorms. mum was doing her masters that time so we lived in a university town. haha. i remember walking door to door and white girls would come out pinching my cheeks and going high at how cute i was. wakakaka. those were the days. i have the pictures. gotta look through the photo album. will put it up in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oki... 2am now... i'm dead tired. i've never been this tired. my mitochondria have lost their efficiency in cellular respiration. heck, after 1 round of dance practise in the studio today and i was gasping for air like nobody's business. body's telling me it needs a long long rest... which i wont be getting tomorrow.. today i mean... saturday. so many things to settle still. haih!!! but it's for a good cause helping my bff! so yeap! gotta push it myself to the limit!! (ester and lavnya~ i know you're humming the tune of this song by corbin bleu...) wakakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dead tired now. guarentee i won't be having a good night's rest. instinct tells me so. dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick, signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-1020657510286179657?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/1020657510286179657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=1020657510286179657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/1020657510286179657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/1020657510286179657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2008/11/strike-while-pan-is-hot.html' title='strike while the pan is hot'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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-6687725999850880760.post-3020295800295224153</id><published>2008-10-20T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:51:33.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little too not over you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p itxtvisited="1"&gt;It never crossed my mind at all&lt;br /&gt;It’s what  I tell myself&lt;br /&gt;What we had has come and gone&lt;br /&gt;You’re better off with someone else&lt;br /&gt;It’s for  the best, I know it is&lt;br /&gt;But I see you sometimes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p itxtvisited="1"&gt;I try to hide&lt;br /&gt;What I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;And I turn around,&lt;br /&gt;You’re with him now&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t figure it out&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p itxtvisited="1"&gt;Tell me why you’re so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don’t  remind me, I’m not over it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I can’t seem to face  the truth&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a little too not over you&lt;br /&gt;Not over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p itxtvisited="1"&gt;Memories are supposed to fade&lt;br /&gt;What’s wrong  with my heart&lt;br /&gt;Shake it off, let it ….&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p itxtvisited="1"&gt;…. Not over you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I regret everything  I said&lt;br /&gt;No way to take it all back&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m on my own&lt;br /&gt;How I let you go, I’ll  never understand&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never understand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-3020295800295224153?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/3020295800295224153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=3020295800295224153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/3020295800295224153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/3020295800295224153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-too-not-over-you.html' title='a little too not over you'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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-6687725999850880760.post-1376538527391112838</id><published>2008-10-12T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:21:20.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SPIHLgazNAI/AAAAAAAAAuY/4CDP_3s6esM/s1600-h/05102008369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SPIHLgazNAI/AAAAAAAAAuY/4CDP_3s6esM/s400/05102008369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256271609357087746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i've left this blog idle for quite some time and i sorta feel guilty bout it. well, at least no one pressured me into updating it. for once. lol. guess everyone's just busy with their lives. (including me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm taking a breather now i thought to myself what the heck, just update my blog for a moment. but at this point of time, i doubt anyone would read it soon. since it's a sunday night and it's the exam season. kiasu-ism kicks on = not many people would wanna go online, more so, reading blogs. lol. but once again, what the hell~ i'll still update. (see... im trying to lengthen the post with shallow ramblings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'm being random now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow fate brought hsm3 and i together. i was browsing throught the net when i came across a music blog and when it loaded, i got a shock of my life. hsm3 ost was up for download and u know me, i did the predictable. and now i'm hooked to the songs. cant wait for 24th oct to arrive sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, went to jusco with my sister cos she wants to buy milo powder refill and mum was in kl, dad working, so yea, now tht i can drive, i've been given more responsibilities as chauffer. haha. so back to the story, while i was in the jusco supermart, i ran into wei keong with his coursemate (whom she immediately walked to the cashier and nv said hi.... malu kua...). meeting wei keong kinda bumped me into the nostalgic state and seeing his silly grin on his face couldnt help but to make me smile like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SPIHK3lZATI/AAAAAAAAAuA/psHT_gveiyw/s1600-h/DSC03640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SPIHK3lZATI/AAAAAAAAAuA/psHT_gveiyw/s400/DSC03640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256271598395654450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god. i miss those days when i see all these friends til i got sick of them... guess i was too bumped up and detached from life for a month plus out of emo-ism (i hate u mr emo) til i sorta had a momentary lost in contact with practically everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SPIHLYTcq3I/AAAAAAAAAuI/2Oh_lSNpDxI/s1600-h/DSC03646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SPIHLYTcq3I/AAAAAAAAAuI/2Oh_lSNpDxI/s400/DSC03646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256271607178767218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna know how i spent my 1 week break? which was suppose to be meant for revision... i had family outings, dota games and lepak-ing. i dare say i didnt revise at all during that 1 week except reading 2 pages of chemistry which i immediately gave up for a round of dota with jude. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i suppose saying this would end up with me getting comments like 'dun lie la~ everyday study' or 'genius dun need study'. gosh... but i'm used to it. i somehow made a resolution to change myself at the beginning of f4. to revise consistently. but even now, after 3 yrs, i'm still the same me, doing things last minute. i hate myself for it. haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oki, i think those are sufficient updates about me so far. i'm doing fine. nt to worry. i wont slit my wrist. nt tht psycho like so ijc students i saw when i went thr to sell charity movie tickets. they have scars- slit scars all over their wrists. really psychotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck for my finals. hopefully i managed to pull a miracle once again with 4 flats (highly doubt it. haha) getting 3.5 and above im glad. considering the 'amount' of effort i put into studying. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick, signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SPIHLYDiJPI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/KlLwByA_02Y/s1600-h/DSC03690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SPIHLYDiJPI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/KlLwByA_02Y/s400/DSC03690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256271607112017138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i miss you guys loads... i really do.... duno what's got into me... must have been watching too many tv series =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-1376538527391112838?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/1376538527391112838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=1376538527391112838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/1376538527391112838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/1376538527391112838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2008/10/bump.html' title='bump'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SPIHLgazNAI/AAAAAAAAAuY/4CDP_3s6esM/s72-c/05102008369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-4795867711044888490</id><published>2008-09-21T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:20:22.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm home!! </title><content type='html'>gosh... i miss my bed and stinky pillow. trip to penang was splendid. it was a good time out for me from reality. =P. i didnt enjoy the plane rides cos when the plane is going up, the change in air pressure causes a discomfort to my ear drums... had to keep swallowing saliva to equalize the pressure or else it felt as if my ear drums would explode and i'll be deaf. haha, typical me to think of such crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt take many pictures though during the trip... my camera was in my knapsack all along and i was too lazy to dig it out (too many stuff inside. dun ask). met up with my uncle and his family in penang. haven't seen them for a year plus. it was a good reunion. uncle is a big joker and i'll be the one laughing too loud til my aunt and mum would give me the 'he's crazy' look. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penang food is to die for. i think every single meal i had was char kuey tiau + _____ (smth else). don't know why i had tht huge craving for food. prolly to eat up all my emoism. worked well. back to the food, the char kuey tiao is to die for.... dad and i were hunting around different coffee shops during breakfast, lunch and dinner to try all the different types of char kuey tiau and we'd evaluate it. as usual, mine would be with chilli and without taugeh (yuck) and i'd dump all the see-ham in dad's plate. =P. so now you guys know how i like my char kuey tiau; order for me next time kie? (again, random talk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Mid Point Conference was refreshing. the talks were good. met up with my other friends. soon sayn in particular cos he's like the closest in resemblance to me. lol. we just clique tht's all. plus some people said i look like him. ehem... people DID say it kie? i'm not making this up!! (cy and ester dun roll ur eyes!!!) nah a pic of soon sayn and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SNZftwUTtPI/AAAAAAAAAto/aLNfaR14HYc/s1600-h/DSC06029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SNZftwUTtPI/AAAAAAAAAto/aLNfaR14HYc/s400/DSC06029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248487655415723250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(he's blacker and shorter lar... tapi look agak similar la rite? rite.....?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another picture which i took. (only took 2 pics in penang. how much sadder can i get?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SNZftReehnI/AAAAAAAAAtg/CMEdETbF4OA/s1600-h/DSC06016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SNZftReehnI/AAAAAAAAAtg/CMEdETbF4OA/s400/DSC06016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248487647136876146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: georgia;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cuser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;***********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;anyhoo, random random random talk. i'm being absolutely random now. this happens to be one of those cheesy articles that usually circulates the internet and i find it interesting and touching (and cheesy at times til i feel like barfing when i read it) but for enjoyment's sake, do read it. it's nice, mostly true. gotta do some of the stuff that are mentioned that i've never done before with my bff. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friend: Never asks for anything to eat or drink.&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: Helps himself and is the reason why you have no food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Calls your parents by Mr. and Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: Call your parents DAD and MOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Would bail you out of jail&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: Would be sitting next to you saying, "DAMN! We eff-ed up!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Have never seen you cry.&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: Won’t tell everyone else you cried but just laugh about it with you in private when you’re not down anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Asks you to write down your number&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: Asks you for their number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: Loses your shit and tells you, "My bad...here's a tissue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Only knows a few things about you&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: Will kick the whole crowd’s ass that left you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Would knock on your front door&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: You have to tell them not to tell anyone&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: Already know not to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Friend: Will be there to take your drink away from you when they think you've had enough&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say, "Bitch drink the rest of that! You know we don't waste!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: is only through high school or college&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: is there for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big apple donuts make me happy. extremely happy. i look forward to going home and seeing a box of a dozen big apple donuts wrapped in the plastic bag waiting for me to do the opening ceremony.&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SNZft7zWzPI/AAAAAAAAAtw/oA6sHGTDWAc/s1600-h/DSC05973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SNZft7zWzPI/AAAAAAAAAtw/oA6sHGTDWAc/s400/DSC05973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248487658498739442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;sis and i usually fight over The Alien. it's so fantastic. wanna know what would make me even happier? a dozen aliens. and nope, tht wish has never been fulfilled. anyone wanna have the honour of fulfilling it for this poor boy? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SNZfuudQANI/AAAAAAAAAt4/zwTMmYOHrcM/s1600-h/DSC06000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SNZfuudQANI/AAAAAAAAAt4/zwTMmYOHrcM/s400/DSC06000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248487672096227538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm freaking tired. wore my contacts for 18 hours on saturday and 15 hours on sunday. my eyes are extremely tired now.... so... i'm turning in for the night~ toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: happy post right? next one will be completely emo then. =P. kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-4795867711044888490?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/4795867711044888490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=4795867711044888490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/4795867711044888490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/4795867711044888490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m home!! '/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SNZftwUTtPI/AAAAAAAAAto/aLNfaR14HYc/s72-c/DSC06029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-5913744244591186565</id><published>2008-09-18T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:39:03.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>runaway</title><content type='html'>end year exams.... 15th october.... how i feel? i actually dun give a damn... don't know why. the mood to study aint there considering my current emo state. geez... i seriously need to get a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the blog title says, i'm running away! hurray! gonna go outstation for the weekend. i've never been a traveling person but i gotta admit im quite psyched up for this weekend travel... i just feel like getting outta melaka. leave all the problems behind. running away is smth very irresponsible... i know... but you gotta agree that hell yea it feels good to do so when the time is right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a break. i'm stressing out. i'm not enjoying life. i'm sulking in cyberspace. tht's nt good.. =P but thanks for hearing me out. haha~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now the lighter side of the post. here i am typing this post at 10.24pm, and i have yet to pack my school bag and my luggage for the weekend. i wanna watch finish Sex &amp;amp; The City The Movie plus thr's 12 Big Apple donuts waiting for me downstairs... gosh... i'm contemplating on what i wanna do now... and i need to be in bed by 12 or else i'll be a walking corpse in school. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smth interesting to share.. haha. well, ester's having her bday outing this weekend. and sadly i wont be thr, (prolly im nt in the mood either... ya noe~ emo~ if i go i'll ruin the atmosphere anyway) so i decided to make it up to her. the plan was to go for a haircut tmr at Le Vogue then i'll surprise her with Big Apple donuts, but nah, plans changed. cos my flight is at 4pm.. gotta shoot off from melaka by 1pm. so,,,,,, today, after tuition, went to pick my sis, then both of us went to get the donuts. went to ester's hse, and looked through the door, i saw aunty evelyn. lol. so i called evelyn~ then she called ester, bla bla bla~ i surprised her big time. muahaha. with car, thr's the freedom to do mostly anything you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kie i dunno why im babbling crap. sori. must've been the emo talk. wht im trying to say is..... sori lam for nt being able to attend your outing but i'm sure i did make up for it... BIG TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well... may smth good and exciting happen to me out of melaka... i need a boost in life... urgently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til i'm home. nick, signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-5913744244591186565?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/5913744244591186565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=5913744244591186565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/5913744244591186565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/5913744244591186565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2008/09/runaway.html' title='runaway'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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-6687725999850880760.post-4261646896524241074</id><published>2008-09-14T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:04:08.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just shoot me already</title><content type='html'>once again, schooling week wasnt on par as what i would want it to be. i can only blame myself for it. sorry for being emo for the whole week. might prolong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, i would like to thank all the people who wished me through sms, friendster comments, facebook comments, phone calls and handshakes! =) it really meant a lot to me cos well... i was... down... before my bday... the whole friggin week. so yea, i wasnt in the bday mood at all. God forbids i'll get to celebrate it happily after the recent events i've been and still going through. i noe i noe... it's against the unspoken, unwritten commandment of birthdays... 'Thou shalt not be emo on your birthday' but it aint easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea... special thanks to my bff's (gosh i just love this word so much now).. Cy who collected $$ to get me a cake and my present. thank you so much. i was genuinely touched. vince who kept me company and counted down my bday with me (through sms) though he only managed to stay awake til bout 11.50 then he didnt make it but still, the fact u tried is sufficient to give me the sense of comfort and joy. to ester who ehem... claimed tht she played a magnificent role in choosing my present which is the David Archuleta-style jacket shirt, thank you. cos i love it. haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, i'm quite left out in my school work. my homework has been piling up. i did nt revise any subject at all (typical me. it's nt like my everyday thingy to study). end yr exam in oct. im so nt prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting deadlines for the school magazine. siow ghin!! cut me some slack!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charity movie.... need sponsors... anyone wanna sponsor??? amanda... dun kill me... lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personal problems coming back to haunt me once again. where are you when i need u most right now? sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, no happy events this week so the usual style of 'posting something emo first then ending it off with happy pictures' wont happen this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kie, til smth happy happens,&lt;br /&gt;Nick, signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-4261646896524241074?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/4261646896524241074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=4261646896524241074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/4261646896524241074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/4261646896524241074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-shoot-me-already.html' title='just shoot me already'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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-6687725999850880760.post-7732355998188412019</id><published>2008-09-07T13:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T14:32:14.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no no drama... no no no more drama...</title><content type='html'>you know, i think form6 life is kinda interesting. thr's always drama going on every week. people going emo once in a while, which in turn leads to other people emo-ing as well. it's like a chain reaction. oh well, proves tht we all are binded by some unknown force whereby one falls, all falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't have a fair share of enjoyment this week. it has been pretty hectic and exhausting.. the long weekend before the week began (sat til tues) wasnt fruitful. it was wasted. i feel wasted. i am wasted. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was involved in the school magazine photography session for clubs, societies etc etc. it was messy. the day started off with Mustafa the lebey fella scolding the editorial board cos of the blazers. he just wants the attention. damn him. lucky thing thr was Pn Loy to save the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tht explains why im pretty lethargic in class. i've been skipping lots of lessons. (some on purpose =p) but mostly are due to other stuff which i cant say no! ehem! i feel tht my beta class... it started off pretty rough at the beginning of form 6 cos everyone does not know everyone yet. but now, it feels really warm. i'm happy to enter class and sit down and begin studying. thr's just tht comfort i feel. of course, being surrounded by my great sfi buddies and sitting beside my bff makes it a whole lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking bout friends... i remember telling Ming Shu once when she was having problems tht a friendship is not valued by how long it lasted and such. it's valued by the ups and downs of it. more like, the journey which the friendship takes. the ups make us all go high and the downs strengthen the bond. of course, life's like a sine graph. in fact, i think my life is like a tangent graph. lol. so does friendship i suppose, there are bound to be misunderstandings and conflicts, but hey! those are the things that remind us that we're all just human and we grow from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sorry for whatever i may have done that could have rubbed you off the wrong way... i cant help but to feel that it's my fault tht it became what it has become. you know me... i over-react at the slightest bit of frustration or doubt. i've been trying my best to put up a good front the whole week and i'll continue doing it til you're back to normal. i'm always thr for ya. friends for life remember? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, we had our dance performance last friday. Cy, me, ester, yeong sheng, ann gie and han wei. the 6 of us performed for the Mooncake Festival. i really enjoyed myself. some pics from the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNyYLRCvpI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Csw1SoCcRWU/s1600-h/DSC_0096+%5B640x480%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNyYLRCvpI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Csw1SoCcRWU/s400/DSC_0096+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243160150856089234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNyYL6FtDI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Dt8tsAXvP48/s1600-h/DSC_0097+%5B640x480%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNyYL6FtDI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Dt8tsAXvP48/s400/DSC_0097+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243160151028249650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNyYQ9Ap8I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/uBuYwNDCupY/s1600-h/DSC_0099+%5B640x480%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNzBSEFK-I/AAAAAAAAArA/QeJm_ONyyY0/s400/DSC_0115+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243160857055407074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNzBqMYXkI/AAAAAAAAArI/dNlfppbSQO4/s1600-h/DSC_0116+%5B640x480%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNzBqMYXkI/AAAAAAAAArI/dNlfppbSQO4/s400/DSC_0116+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243160863532670530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNz2LNpG8I/AAAAAAAAAsY/_g4ZiWMp3Fc/s1600-h/P1080127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNz2LNpG8I/AAAAAAAAAsY/_g4ZiWMp3Fc/s400/P1080127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243161765749529538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNzWf4KVhI/AAAAAAAAArQ/WIDugQCtNKw/s1600-h/DSC_0120+%5B640x480%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNzWf4KVhI/AAAAAAAAArQ/WIDugQCtNKw/s400/DSC_0120+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243161221540763154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNzWTE6-pI/AAAAAAAAArY/jX7U6kVZShA/s1600-h/DSC_0122+%5B640x480%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNzWTE6-pI/AAAAAAAAArY/jX7U6kVZShA/s400/DSC_0122+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243161218104621714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMN0ZS9cu0I/AAAAAAAAAsg/1beGMvf8bD4/s1600-h/P1080133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMN0ZS9cu0I/AAAAAAAAAsg/1beGMvf8bD4/s400/P1080133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243162369124514626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the dance.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNzWoUs2mI/AAAAAAAAArg/rbu4eVPW6Xk/s1600-h/DSC_0129+%5B640x480%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNzWoUs2mI/AAAAAAAAArg/rbu4eVPW6Xk/s400/DSC_0129+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243161223807949410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNzW76x6SI/AAAAAAAAAro/qJH316zqIZQ/s1600-h/DSC_0130+%5B640x480%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNzW76x6SI/AAAAAAAAAro/qJH316zqIZQ/s400/DSC_0130+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243161229067938082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNzXHQ5pNI/AAAAAAAAArw/6F1McSn1EIY/s1600-h/DSC_0131+%5B640x480%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNzXHQ5pNI/AAAAAAAAArw/6F1McSn1EIY/s400/DSC_0131+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243161232113509586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNz1UrCg6I/AAAAAAAAAr4/9OVUNhQO1Sc/s1600-h/P1070997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNz1UrCg6I/AAAAAAAAAr4/9OVUNhQO1Sc/s400/P1070997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243161751108879266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNz1l4EX4I/AAAAAAAAAsA/eIA-LODHGGY/s1600-h/P1080012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNz1l4EX4I/AAAAAAAAAsA/eIA-LODHGGY/s400/P1080012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243161755726929794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNz106hxhI/AAAAAAAAAsI/k4_SKnePMMY/s1600-h/P1080013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNz106hxhI/AAAAAAAAAsI/k4_SKnePMMY/s400/P1080013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243161759763777042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMN1CKZ5e3I/AAAAAAAAAtI/C4gOHhOU3zc/s1600-h/29082008157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMN1CKZ5e3I/AAAAAAAAAtI/C4gOHhOU3zc/s400/29082008157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243163071202556786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNz17lbMkI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/kas9e8AVS-k/s1600-h/P1080019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNz17lbMkI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/kas9e8AVS-k/s400/P1080019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243161761554313794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#########################################################&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the dance. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMN0Zsi5lLI/AAAAAAAAAso/be2KBvbmPEk/s1600-h/29082008138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMN0Zsi5lLI/AAAAAAAAAso/be2KBvbmPEk/s400/29082008138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243162375992480946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMN0Z8ITLlI/AAAAAAAAAsw/b1jtQI-weFU/s1600-h/29082008141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMN0Z8ITLlI/AAAAAAAAAsw/b1jtQI-weFU/s400/29082008141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243162380175879762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMN0aEJu4RI/AAAAAAAAAs4/uZ7H4hSsz6M/s1600-h/29082008144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMN0aEJu4RI/AAAAAAAAAs4/uZ7H4hSsz6M/s400/29082008144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243162382329372946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camwhore buddy.... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMN0aU6QB-I/AAAAAAAAAtA/5WEhQAYZRsE/s1600-h/29082008153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMN0aU6QB-I/AAAAAAAAAtA/5WEhQAYZRsE/s400/29082008153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243162386827839458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMN1CZ7v18I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/ciVMlsUJQHk/s1600-h/29082008177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMN1CZ7v18I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/ciVMlsUJQHk/s400/29082008177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243163075371063234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMN1CgPVaxI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Vs5UzhbfHnA/s1600-h/29082008180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMN1CgPVaxI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Vs5UzhbfHnA/s400/29082008180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243163077063830290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nick... signing off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6687725999850880760-7732355998188412019?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/7732355998188412019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=7732355998188412019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/7732355998188412019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/7732355998188412019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-no-drama-no-no-no-more-drama.html' title='no no drama... no no no more drama...'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SMNyYLRCvpI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Csw1SoCcRWU/s72-c/DSC_0096+%5B640x480%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-3184774019380343502</id><published>2008-08-27T18:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:24:23.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays and bdays</title><content type='html'>sorry for the lack of updates. i was waiting for the pictures of alex's bday party before i start blogging. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever felt at times the hard work you put in just doesn't pays off? well at least i feel tht at times, hard work alone aint sufficient enough. gosh, life can be so random yet so thrilling but hurtful at times. however it's good to know you have friends - true friends who can see through you and not take this fall as a practical joke to be teased non-stop; well, tht's what friends do. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.... let's see... during the school holidays... it was a good break filled with activites *cough* dancing *cough*. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, danced from 8 am til lunch time. oh and Wed was fantastic cos we had a mini-reunion with caryn, sharon and ham at seoul garden (thanks to ester's craving for it) and i got a gift from my parents. haha~ glad tht my bff accompanied me to get it (means a lot to me. thanks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, there was this rovers camp thingy but i decided not to go cos i was sick since Sunday. really bad cough and flu plus slight fever and thr i was dancing my ass away from Mon-Wed. lol. so i wasnt in good shape at all and i really needed the rest. so i guess, i gotta pay the price for it. but nah, who cares. lol. stuff happens. shit happens. i'll deal with it. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday nothing much. rest day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the fun one cos it was Alex's bday! pictures are below~ enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUu24UckhI/AAAAAAAAAno/2-Dcte7vLMs/s1600-h/P230808_19.08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUu24UckhI/AAAAAAAAAno/2-Dcte7vLMs/s400/P230808_19.08.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239145261881397778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hiu took this pic of me at the satay celup. me like it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUwO4uILJI/AAAAAAAAApY/ILB-SHm9e48/s1600-h/Picture+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUwO4uILJI/AAAAAAAAApY/ILB-SHm9e48/s400/Picture+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239146773817601170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me, lala mui and meiyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUv8DYnSNI/AAAAAAAAApA/tBFBu-3cJCY/s1600-h/Picture+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUv8DYnSNI/AAAAAAAAApA/tBFBu-3cJCY/s400/Picture+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239146450262640850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol. meiyi and loohan. contrast in height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUv8VW02dI/AAAAAAAAApI/lYF0B5HcngY/s1600-h/Picture+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUv8VW02dI/AAAAAAAAApI/lYF0B5HcngY/s400/Picture+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239146455086979538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marilyn: say 'ahhhh~'&lt;br /&gt;Meiyi: *slurp*&lt;br /&gt;Nick: *runs closer and smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUv8sTWCfI/AAAAAAAAApQ/A4g12Saq7sY/s1600-h/Picture+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUv8sTWCfI/AAAAAAAAApQ/A4g12Saq7sY/s400/Picture+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239146461246392818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUvc5sloRI/AAAAAAAAAoI/CFUCLedJrLI/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUvc5sloRI/AAAAAAAAAoI/CFUCLedJrLI/s400/Picture+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239145915086119186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUvdShjKUI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/UElEHZEtRIQ/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUvdShjKUI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/UElEHZEtRIQ/s400/Picture+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239145921750706498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do Re Mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUveID8nzI/AAAAAAAAAog/JKKpB15k4PA/s1600-h/Picture+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUveID8nzI/AAAAAAAAAog/JKKpB15k4PA/s400/Picture+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239145936122060594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;caught camwhoring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUvePMnHEI/AAAAAAAAAoo/qKGdFEUkWCM/s1600-h/Picture+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUvePMnHEI/AAAAAAAAAoo/qKGdFEUkWCM/s400/Picture+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239145938037447746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nick, ester, meiyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUu2rHNrOI/AAAAAAAAAng/RQdiMywmuPM/s1600-h/DSC01404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUu2rHNrOI/AAAAAAAAAng/RQdiMywmuPM/s400/DSC01404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239145258336234722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bday boy under attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUu3K8CZPI/AAAAAAAAAnw/7gFLSRvFMnc/s1600-h/P230808_21.20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUu3K8CZPI/AAAAAAAAAnw/7gFLSRvFMnc/s400/P230808_21.20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239145266879292658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tzong, alex, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUv7iqIWpI/AAAAAAAAAow/-0iPuVQqfnM/s1600-h/Picture+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUv7iqIWpI/AAAAAAAAAow/-0iPuVQqfnM/s400/Picture+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239146441477741202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lem, nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUu3Yl3RjI/AAAAAAAAAn4/zPRWKhv930Y/s1600-h/P230808_21.21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUu3Yl3RjI/AAAAAAAAAn4/zPRWKhv930Y/s400/P230808_21.21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239145270544385586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hiu, nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUu3ubvp3I/AAAAAAAAAoA/qS_AsR_CoIg/s1600-h/P230808_22.01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUu3ubvp3I/AAAAAAAAAoA/qS_AsR_CoIg/s400/P230808_22.01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239145276407523186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lalazai, hiu, lalamui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUuZw9VCZI/AAAAAAAAAm4/V7OyTBVVum4/s1600-h/DSC01393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUuZw9VCZI/AAAAAAAAAm4/V7OyTBVVum4/s400/DSC01393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239144761689180562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUuaEnEtAI/AAAAAAAAAnA/YC4lfi_rTKw/s1600-h/DSC01396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUuaEnEtAI/AAAAAAAAAnA/YC4lfi_rTKw/s400/DSC01396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239144766964544514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUuaQRllOI/AAAAAAAAAnI/9MaaDu45fxI/s1600-h/DSC01399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUuaQRllOI/AAAAAAAAAnI/9MaaDu45fxI/s400/DSC01399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239144770095650018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUv79K9bOI/AAAAAAAAAo4/50fGw_TnKks/s1600-h/Picture+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUv79K9bOI/AAAAAAAAAo4/50fGw_TnKks/s400/Picture+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239146448594758882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUwPZ6FZqI/AAAAAAAAApg/hfMcozFEtlo/s1600-h/Picture+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUwPZ6FZqI/AAAAAAAAApg/hfMcozFEtlo/s400/Picture+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239146782726121122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUwPry1q_I/AAAAAAAAApo/mbljVu-_EDs/s1600-h/Picture+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUwPry1q_I/AAAAAAAAApo/mbljVu-_EDs/s400/Picture+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239146787527568370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUwP4t3oGI/AAAAAAAAApw/9OpxIJ4oSV8/s1600-h/Picture+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUwP4t3oGI/AAAAAAAAApw/9OpxIJ4oSV8/s400/Picture+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239146790996385890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;meiyi short~ wakaka~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUwP4BY0xI/AAAAAAAAAp4/D1BKE6aKO78/s1600-h/Picture+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUwP4BY0xI/AAAAAAAAAp4/D1BKE6aKO78/s400/Picture+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239146790809817874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after the bday celebration, a few of us (in the pic including lavnya who left b4 snapping pics) went to cc to play CS. but mana tau no CS. so ended up dota-ing~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUua0-11fI/AAAAAAAAAnY/QwNE38UXZZo/s1600-h/DSC01402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUua0-11fI/AAAAAAAAAnY/QwNE38UXZZo/s400/DSC01402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239144779949135346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Classic Cheese from Secret Recipe. Happy birthday Alex! thanks... for the times we spent talking bout god-knows-what-was-on-our-minds, for the outings you willingly picked me up and sent me home, for the times you always update me on Parkson Grand Sales, for the times you pissed me off but end up making things right again (tht's what we do right? =P), for the times you had my back eventhough clearly i was in the wrong (lol), and lastly, thanks for being a friend i could count on. =) now tht's a long list man! sept 8 u better get me smth good. haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kays~ maybe u guys noticed im using contacts now and not specs. and i'm loving it. thanks once again to my special peeps who advised me to switch (you know who you are~). oh well, i just finished editing the song for our dance performance this friday night during the mooncake festival. ah.. i love dancing... *random*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til friday night with pics (and hopefully videos) of our performance~ nick! singing and signing off!&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/6687725999850880760-3184774019380343502?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/3184774019380343502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=3184774019380343502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/3184774019380343502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/3184774019380343502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2008/08/holidays-and-bdays.html' title='holidays and bdays'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SLUu24UckhI/AAAAAAAAAno/2-Dcte7vLMs/s72-c/P230808_19.08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-8689612084377611364</id><published>2008-08-21T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:30:05.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frenster buletin thingy</title><content type='html'>I found this in ester's blog which she found on friendster and i thought that it'll be nice to do it since she thought that it would be pretty fun to do it (ester's so gonna kill me. haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you answer 40 questions about your 1st featured friend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;1.What's his/her full name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lim Chun Yian (according to I/C. i even know the christian name and alias name. wakaka~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Does he or she have a bf/gf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Do you know a secret about him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;How old is the person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 years , 7 months old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Has he/she ever cooked for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er... he kononnya claims he can cook well la. but i seriously doubt it. =D so nope~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Why is this person your number one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ah~because i love him.hahaha' -quoted from ester's answer- and for many other reasons~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Have you seen this person cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have YET to see him cry. YET!! i WILL someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;How long have you known this person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Primary 5 when he jumped class. kononnya la he tembak all the questions in PTS and still managed to ace it. damn him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Have you ever been to the mall with this person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Have you ever had a sleepover with him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, during camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;If you ever moved away would you miss this person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea... i'll miss my other friends too la kie~ dun kecik hati larrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Have you ever given this person something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does paying for his meals when he forgets to bring his wallet counts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Have you ever done something really stupid or illegal with this person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very stupid things. we are stupid when we're together. as for illegal... unlike ester... ehem... cy and i are law-abiding citizens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Do you know everything about this person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably lar, to a certain extent, but if u noe me~ i love to butt into ppl's business, so i think i know quite a lot la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Would you date this person's siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's the youngest, only male, manja mia anak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Have you ever made something with this person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made a mess? plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Have you fought before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we gave each other cold treatments when we're emo-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Have you and this person got into a fist fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he'll probably kill me la if we compare physical strengths. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Does this person have a fetish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm... ermm........ lots of likes.... no fetishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Is she/he on drugs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably steroids cos of his buffed size. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Do you know this person's shoe size?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same as mine. simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Have you ever worn this person's clothes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i did... borrowed his shirt once few years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Have you and this person made up a hand shake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.But we should.we'll do it on monday with ester and lavnya since they're doing one.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;It was "freaky friday" would you switch bodies with this person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. then i'll starve 'myself' (his body) so tht he'll be thinner like me. or probably take nude pictures then i could use it to blackmail him when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Has this person ever seen you dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes~ i even dragged him to dance along. and he's quite a natural dancer as well~ awesome eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Have you ever heard this person sing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesh~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Do you know this persons friendster password?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha~ amazingly, i managed to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Have you and this person ever gotten into a fight that lasted more than 2 days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are we still talking bout fights!? no~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Does this person cry a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and crying now? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Have you met any of this person's ex's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Have you and this person went clubbing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nono. i forbid him from going as well. he's still underage. so am i. by a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Do you know how to make this person feel happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let him tembak me kau kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Do you and this person talk a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's difficult to shut us up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Have you licked this person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!!!!! i could only imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Has this person yelled at you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got. when i'm far away and he needs me to do something..... -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Do you love this person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you think? duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Do you want to be with him/her forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends for life =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i haven't been updating my blog but i'm just really lazy... sorry.... i'll try to be a bit more active k??? i'll TRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off! nick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-8689612084377611364?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-6687725999850880760.post-3144061856291492964</id><published>2008-08-03T17:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T18:41:55.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bday bash, cheerleading, f6 union trip</title><content type='html'>some of the happenings in my life so far. pictures a plenty. but im too lazy to do the caps. next time la heh~ sorry ya for not updating for quite some time. life's been really hectic and im too lazy to blog. you noe me lar.... memang lazy. no wonder julian called me a sloth in f3. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i promise things will change during the august holidays! i noe it will! i have a good feeling!! haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Jude's Surprise Bday Bash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-2706399642762219555</id><published>2008-08-03T09:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T09:42:03.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Archie's 1st single!! CRUSH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As a big big big Archie fan, i wanna mengabadikan the lyrics to his 1st single in my blog. lol! go dload it from Ares or whatever p2p software you're using. it's really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hung up the phone tonight, something happened for the first time, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;It was a rush, what a rush&lt;br /&gt;Cause the possibility that you would ever feel the same way about me&lt;br /&gt;It’s just too much, just too much&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth, all I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized, and I just got to know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you ever think, when you are all alone, all that we can be, where this thing can go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Am I crazy or falling in love, is it really just another crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Do you catch a breath, when I look at you, are you holding back, like the way I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause im tryin, tryin to walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I know this crush aint goin away, goin away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Has it ever cross your mind when were hangin, spending time girl, are we just friends&lt;br /&gt;Is there more, is there more&lt;br /&gt;See it’s a chance we’ve gotta take, cause I believe that we can make this into&lt;br /&gt;Something that will last, last forever, forever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you ever think, when your all alone, all that we can be, where this thing can go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Am I crazy or falling in love, is it real or just another crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Do you catch in a breath, when I look at you, are you holding back, like the way I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause im tryin, tryin to walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I know this crush aint going away, goin away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth, all I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized and I just got to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;Do you ever think, when your all alone, all that we can be, where this thing can go&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love, is it real or just another crush&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch in a breath, when I look at you, are you holding back, like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Cause im tryin, tryin to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush aint going away, goin away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-2706399642762219555?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/2706399642762219555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=2706399642762219555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/2706399642762219555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/2706399642762219555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2008/08/archies-1st-single-crush.html' title='Archie&apos;s 1st single!! CRUSH!!'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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-6687725999850880760.post-5592439216678562219</id><published>2008-07-19T09:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T11:08:13.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satay celup!!</title><content type='html'>Hari Jualan was really fun. i was juggling between 3 stalls - Rovers, F6 Union and Maths &amp;amp; Science. sales were so so lar, duno much and dun care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the jualan we (jia wei, ys, cy, sanjiv, me) went to mp gsc to watch The Dark Knight (sanjiv... hahahaha). the show was... well.... long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had this small satay celup thingy in yeong's hse to finish up the excess food from the Hari Jualan. pics~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFW2L9ql-I/AAAAAAAAAi4/kCJT_7i9hTo/s1600-h/DSC05772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFW2L9ql-I/AAAAAAAAAi4/kCJT_7i9hTo/s400/DSC05772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224552531650844642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i picked lem and cy. yeong went out to pick sanjiv. so while waiting.... mini-me decided to camwhory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFW2DUkYzI/AAAAAAAAAjA/AXda3qP82nk/s1600-h/DSC05774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFW2DUkYzI/AAAAAAAAAjA/AXda3qP82nk/s400/DSC05774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224552529330987826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;makan!!! &lt;3 the big mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFW2tfc1mI/AAAAAAAAAjI/u843Ei7vbDE/s1600-h/DSC05777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFW2tfc1mI/AAAAAAAAAjI/u843Ei7vbDE/s400/DSC05777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224552540650919522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thr were a lot of sticks tht needed to be eaten!! it may look like it's very little but 7 hungry boys couldnt finish it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFW23f5pSI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/SlcAUM82eZA/s1600-h/DSC05778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFW23f5pSI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/SlcAUM82eZA/s400/DSC05778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224552543337162018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sanjiv jakun first time see satay celup~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFWhAvhaWI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LuQk3QHbjSE/s1600-h/DSC05785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFWhAvhaWI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LuQk3QHbjSE/s400/DSC05785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224552167861479778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;celup-ing process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFWhY8d3qI/AAAAAAAAAiY/UPHJxqy2zaY/s1600-h/DSC05786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFWhY8d3qI/AAAAAAAAAiY/UPHJxqy2zaY/s400/DSC05786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224552174358224546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after makan we crashed yeong's room. PS: i got to see his sister clearly for the 1st time outside his room. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFWhzoqi0I/AAAAAAAAAig/S8C_InXk6dE/s1600-h/DSC05791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFWhzoqi0I/AAAAAAAAAig/S8C_InXk6dE/s400/DSC05791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224552181522926402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;crashing his comfy bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFWiAqvI4I/AAAAAAAAAio/GSBkcjcFPEA/s1600-h/DSC05793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFWiAqvI4I/AAAAAAAAAio/GSBkcjcFPEA/s400/DSC05793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224552185021277058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;isaac is back for 2 and a half months~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFWifMYAuI/AAAAAAAAAiw/FbgQtrTpjEM/s1600-h/DSC05797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFWifMYAuI/AAAAAAAAAiw/FbgQtrTpjEM/s400/DSC05797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224552193215431394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFVi-P1iNI/AAAAAAAAAho/r_h7Q9hoWr4/s1600-h/DSC05809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFVi-P1iNI/AAAAAAAAAho/r_h7Q9hoWr4/s400/DSC05809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224551102039820498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cy poser sial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFVjAZ_hHI/AAAAAAAAAhw/hvseJyObsXs/s1600-h/DSC05810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFVjAZ_hHI/AAAAAAAAAhw/hvseJyObsXs/s400/DSC05810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224551102619288690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it was getting late. we were getting restless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFVjYbLSPI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fnXt-neu-2s/s1600-h/DSC05815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFVjYbLSPI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fnXt-neu-2s/s400/DSC05815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224551109066705138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeong and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFVjzDIUEI/AAAAAAAAAiA/0HfDbpAHW5A/s1600-h/DSC05819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFVjzDIUEI/AAAAAAAAAiA/0HfDbpAHW5A/s400/DSC05819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224551116213604418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bibi playing with my cam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFVkaaWZnI/AAAAAAAAAiI/jx8a7cb_M7Q/s1600-h/DSC05826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFVkaaWZnI/AAAAAAAAAiI/jx8a7cb_M7Q/s400/DSC05826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224551126779979378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and lastly.... TRIPLE KILL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so fun hanging out. and cy's afraid of my driving. hahaha~ he was really tensed inside the car. i admit~ i'm a dangerous driver. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing some people... havent seen them for a while... like meiyi and caryn~ who else... erm... dunno who ady. anyway, havent seen u 2 for a long time lar, come back mlk when we're free la. not when we have activities going on! so much to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k til next week, lazy to update. =P or if a miracle happens, see u in a few days time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687725999850880760-5592439216678562219?l=nicholasthong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/feeds/5592439216678562219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6687725999850880760&amp;postID=5592439216678562219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/5592439216678562219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687725999850880760/posts/default/5592439216678562219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholasthong.blogspot.com/2008/07/satay-celup.html' title='Satay celup!!'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102239348579783317</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/_tNR0Dypzqx8/SIFW2L9ql-I/AAAAAAAAAi4/kCJT_7i9hTo/s72-c/DSC05772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687725999850880760.post-1074348699784837154</id><published>2008-07-11T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T16:34:48.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's friday!!!</title><content type='html'>school's out! scream and shout!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i love fridays. it's a time when i can take a breather from the ever hectic form 6 life (which im starting to like). during the holidays, everyday seemed like friday. lol. it even came to a point i didnt even bother what day it was cos everyday was the same; i.e., wasting my life away playing online games or watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlights of the week&lt;br /&gt;monday's assembly ended 30 mins earlier (8.30am) thus extra 30 mins to chit chat. PHILLIP GOH joined form 6 on monday and he managed to enter Beta!! yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday i kena tiao betul betul by some friends so i ended up being very quiet cos i dun wanna defend myself and jeapordize the friendship. plus it was a very tiring day. reached home at 6.45pm... &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday was very confusing cos it was the day when clubs and societies have their meetings. ester &amp;amp; lavnya asked me to join the Literary Club. lem asked me to join Maths &amp;amp; Science. i had Photography club meeting and Form 6 Union meeting to attend (cos im already a member) and there was Archery Club meeting (which none of us bothered to go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was the interview for the Charity Movie project organised by the Photography club. i volunte
