<?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-12743413</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:02:05.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iamnikkin</title><subtitle type='html'>I am just a tiny winy person living on the surface of the earth seeking for survival. Laughter makes my day,   pain makes me learn, sarcasm are what i need, crude remarks is being truthful.
The world is what you see, not what you believe so lets just face it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12743413.post-3321150941139238127</id><published>2009-04-11T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:05:56.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter i cant rem</title><content type='html'>I am in a reading frenzy lately. In fact i finished 3 books in 2-1/2weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Dun know why i am reading so much also....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 1am and i still can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I am confused, too many thoughts flowing into my small brain... cant think.&lt;br /&gt;The stereo keeps playing the same song (i put it on repeat mode...)&lt;br /&gt;Chasing cars... whats so great about chasing cars??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even what i blogged doesn't make sense....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-3321150941139238127?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/3321150941139238127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=3321150941139238127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/3321150941139238127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/3321150941139238127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-i-cant-rem.html' title='Chapter i cant rem'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-4030511089016325025</id><published>2008-11-08T11:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T12:24:51.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston chapter 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok... meeting din end up that well 2day... it ended up bad... the whole meeting was basically a meeting they called to F us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;J K and R got their cars wracked and apparently this issue about car accidents got all the way up to the big bosses and everyone was pissed off with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact I was suprised that the global fishing VP came all the way down to SRO to F us. N from his tone i can tell that he was really pissed and wanted some one to vent his anger on. N the irony of the thing is that 2 of the 3 pple who wrack their cars did not attend the meeting cause they were too far or they cant drive down... so i was sitting down there suffering the backlash of something someone did..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, the situation is so tense now that they issued a notice that the next person that gets into a car accident will be send home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This put me in a hot spot now cause 2 of the accidents happened in the region that i was working on. So the regional manager are sending the 2guys to another region which means that I cant afford to get into any stoopid mistakes now cause more eyes will be looking on me now!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which means.... no more 80/90mph on the road!!! omg....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end I got so disturbed by it that i had to buy a pint of haagen dazs to binge on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266137249501048130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBuk55-eRgI/SRUT7V72bUI/AAAAAAAAACc/rgDQKrp80Qs/s320/IMG_2863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come to think of it... i can't believe they make me drive 2 and half hr, 150miles just to F us. Cant they realize the potential of getting into more accidents but making us drive back to Houston and then back to location...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;N yah... i changed my truck too when i was back. Changed to one with a shorter cab... goodbye 83YZT.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-4030511089016325025?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/4030511089016325025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=4030511089016325025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/4030511089016325025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/4030511089016325025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2008/11/houston-chapter-14.html' title='Houston chapter 14'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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/_dBuk55-eRgI/SRUT7V72bUI/AAAAAAAAACc/rgDQKrp80Qs/s72-c/IMG_2863.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12743413.post-8820699165047148087</id><published>2008-11-07T12:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:28:57.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston chapter 13</title><content type='html'>I am PISSED....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend the whole month on the rig trying to get the packer out of the well and when i am so close to getting the whole job done, I am back in Houston....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 freaking month on the rig and haven't gotten the packer out... i guess thats a record to break eh?? On top of that, parted the workstring 3x!! Another record!! Anyway, i was getting bored of that job and just wanna get it done with so i can move on with my next job and finish my paperwork... but din expect J to recall all of us back to Houston..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it.. he didn't say much on the email but i guess it shld be some bad news cause all of us were called back on such a short notice... N I DIN GET TO FINISH THAT JOB!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything goes well 2molo (keeping my fingers cross..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-8820699165047148087?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/8820699165047148087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=8820699165047148087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/8820699165047148087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/8820699165047148087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2008/11/houston-chapter-13.html' title='Houston chapter 13'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-4541227743677392712</id><published>2008-09-16T16:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:23:53.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston chapter 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok! I kinda take back what I feel about SIA Kris cust service. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its a long story but oh well, since i have plenty of time here. Sitting around in front of the TV, eating chips. I might as well use a bit of my brains b4 they start rotting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was suppose to fly back to Houston on the 12th Sept. BUT!!! Hurricane IKE is predicted to make landfall onto Houston on 12th Sept!! The same day that i am suppose to fly back. The flights will definitely be cancelled and since I do not wanna mess up my course on the 15th, I wanted to fly back earlier b4 the hurricane make landfall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO i called up SIA to tell them about the situation n asked if they could make any arrangement for me to change my flight and fly back earlier. Guess what the GER told me?? Sorry MR CHENG. As urs is a redemption tix, we cant make any changes for u... you would have to go down to the airport that day n see what arrangements UA have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT THE!! I know UA will definitely be cancelling their flights and N have already got theirs re-scheduled @ no cost since it was due to weather conditions. So i explain to the ger that it would be pointless for me to sit down in the airport and wait overnight there @ the airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She kept insisting that i cant make any changes while i KNOW I CAN!! I got pissed and got her to give me UA no so i can contact them directly. She refused and that pissed me off even further... after a long conversation, i finally managed to ask her to check with UA regarding the arrangement for the flights that are gonna be affected by IKE. She said she will call me back later n guess what.... she took 2-3hrs to check n called me in the wee hours like 3am US timing w/o considering the time diff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went down to the airport n true enough i was re-scheduled for a flight 2 DAYS later on 14th!! OMG.. i have to find some place to stay for 2 nights! Luckily this time i got the UA cust no and made my changes myself with UA directly (cause my flight was re-scheduled again to the 15th). UA did not charge me anything cause it was due to weather condition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then suddenly J called me to ask me to extend my stay in Vegas cause the condition in Houston is really bad.. no power, no water.... he wanted me to stay till 22th...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So i called up UA n told them that i wanna re-schedule again. They will really helpful and willing to reschedule my flight but found out that mine was a booking from SIA. So they told me to call SIA to get them to change for me instead... i tried to convince them that they dun have any say in the flights of UA and eventually i will be getting back to UA again... it din work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the story goes again... i was skeptical about calling SIA cause i thot they are pretty useless and unhelpful. What would they noe about hurricance, floods when they are sitting in an aircon office in peaceful SG?? Luckily this C came along and boy she was really good. She was patient to listen to my probs and so helpful that she got everything settled for me!! She even considered the time diff and tried to avoid calling me during unearthly hours....She really made my day with the good service and professionalism. N i must say she did saved the reputation n impression that SIA had in my mind... Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lately i have been listening to this singer "Sarah Bareilles" n i could say i am starting to fall in love with her songs. She is not really the cutie sweetie kinda singer which i will adore but she has this really mesmerizing voice that really captivates me when i listen to her sing. Full of emotion and feelings. But since this is her 1st album (which is always the best for those song writing singers) i hope she dun lose her style and start getting commercial... Try Gravity, City and Love Song. They are really nice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-4541227743677392712?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/4541227743677392712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=4541227743677392712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/4541227743677392712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/4541227743677392712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2008/09/houston-chapter-12.html' title='Houston chapter 12'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-3984268762177366324</id><published>2008-09-14T05:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T05:39:17.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston chapter 11</title><content type='html'>Ok. I am sitting on the couch watching CNN reports on how bad hurricane IKE have hit Houston. Hah i think i have a strange afffinity with hurricanes and natural disasters. I still rem that i was in Bangkok when the tsunami hit in 2002 but managed to flew off before the impact came.&lt;br /&gt;This time i am in Vegas getting ready to go back to Houston only to realise that my flight has been re-scheduled due to the hurricane. i was supposed to be back on the 12th Sept n they expect the hurricane to make landfall on the 12th. Hmm seems like i am able to  keep away from all the water so far....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about flight re-scheduling, I was pretty pissed off with the arrangement. Called up SIA and wanted to fly in b4 the hurricane make landfall but they keep saying they can't re-schedule it cause its a redemption tix. What rubbish.... am i suppose to sit and wait @ the airport knowing that i could have done something about it?? n anyway, UA WILL RE-SCHDEULE it for free!!! so y not just connect me to UA n let me do the talking. What do u guys know about hurricane when ur sitting comfortably in a aircon back in calm safe SG??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my trip is over le (other than me rotting in the suite in Vegas). It was a crazy trip but it sure was fun! Hah I drove for about a thousand miles and even learnt how to drink coffee and eat biscuit while driving!! Hmmm... i shall blog about my exp another day. Think thats all for now. HURRICANE IKE is dying down.... i will miss the hurricane exp... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-3984268762177366324?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/3984268762177366324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=3984268762177366324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/3984268762177366324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/3984268762177366324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2008/09/houston-chapter-11.html' title='Houston chapter 11'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-7940999824393257739</id><published>2008-08-29T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T18:04:04.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston chapter 10</title><content type='html'>Its 4am here in Houston and I am still awake.&lt;br /&gt;Just sent K n N to the IAH airport. They woke me up in the middle of the night to drive them to the airport... 2.45am, the streets were like a dead city..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant get back to sleep. Not sure if i am feeling edggy over my trip or am i excited.&lt;br /&gt;I got paranoid halfway while driving back to the hotel and thought to myself&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm... 30th Aug 0655 is Houston timing or SG timing??"&lt;br /&gt;Knowing pretty well that its Houston timing, i still called the SIA helpdesk and asked the operator 3 times for confirmation b4 i hung up the phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok!! My vacation trip is set!&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks in Western part of USA.&lt;br /&gt;3 days in San Francisco, 3 days in LA, 2 says San Diego, 2 days Vegas, 2 days Grand Canyon, 1 day vegas and i will be back in Houston.&lt;br /&gt;Will be flying to San Francisco, renting a car from there and driving my way to all the other places..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly, after i did my booking, i only paid ~$1.2k for the accomodation and car in total. But i guess there are a lot of more hidden costs when i get there.&lt;br /&gt;But still, i think its quite worth it cause my per diems will actually help offset and pay for part of the trip. And guess what!! I am staying in the LUXOR hotel in Vegas and I am only paying 80bucks per night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... time to sleep.. still have to return the truck 2molo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-7940999824393257739?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/7940999824393257739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=7940999824393257739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/7940999824393257739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/7940999824393257739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2008/08/houston-chapter-10.html' title='Houston chapter 10'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-4988666679435132648</id><published>2008-08-20T10:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:56:17.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston chapter 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been trying to learn some cooking here while i dun have to fight with some one to use the kitchen and stove. I was a bit sick of noodles and so I started my experiment on other stuff! Haha take a look here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236425136005438690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBuk55-eRgI/SKuE6tyH3OI/AAAAAAAAAB8/18XVBBibkH0/s320/IMG_0396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Its not bad right? For being my 1st time in attempting to cook rice w/o the supervision of my mum. N you noe whats the best thing? I din have a rice cooker!!! I cooked the rice using a Microwave!! Haha Thanks to some guidance from AD. Dun the food just look appetizing?? Ok lah.. some confessions to make, the rice were a bit soggy though cause i think i din perfect the parameter and added too much water and its really hard cooking rice using a microwave... the veges tasted a bit bland but were good though, just the way i like it.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236425843436131618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dBuk55-eRgI/SKuFj5KvlSI/AAAAAAAAACE/gMalkcws7i0/s320/IMG_0274.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yum yum!! finished everything.... but i hate the washing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day, i got more adventourous and started experimenting cooking other stuff...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236426840744852530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="221" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dBuk55-eRgI/SKuGd8bq_DI/AAAAAAAAACM/vTkccMg8Gh4/s320/IMG_0404.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;Fried rice!! haha it din taste that good actually despite it looking so good in the pictures. The rice was lacking a certain fragrance that fried rice was supposed to have back home... hmm wonder how mum cooked hers... n i found out that i have actually used the wrong rice!!&lt;br /&gt;I bought Jap rice but according to some expert, you cannot use Jap rice for cooking fried rice.. no wonder its a bit soggy... lesson learnt...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another attempt to cook fried rice after i was too lazy to step out of the house....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236427718484595170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dBuk55-eRgI/SKuHRCRIkeI/AAAAAAAAACU/dO4jeXGmcW0/s320/IMG_0420.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I think this time i am quite successful.. after the numerous attempt to perfect cooking rice using the microwave, i think i have found the correct amount of water to @, correct power level and heating time!! n i bought a bowl!!! this time the rice turned out nice and solid and my fried rice tasted really good (after i tried adding chilli to fry it)... however, it is still lacking the fragrance....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum yum!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-4988666679435132648?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/4988666679435132648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=4988666679435132648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/4988666679435132648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/4988666679435132648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2008/08/houston-chapter-9.html' title='Houston chapter 9'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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/_dBuk55-eRgI/SKuE6tyH3OI/AAAAAAAAAB8/18XVBBibkH0/s72-c/IMG_0396.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12743413.post-5820147346531659098</id><published>2008-08-06T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:25:25.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston chapter 8</title><content type='html'>Been keeping close track on the news channel on TV lately. A hurricane is heading towards Houston and it seems that she will hit right into the middle of houston. Hurrican Eduoard thats what is called. The people living near the coast have even started evacuating up north to run away from the hurricane.. Man! this is going to get exciting! Haha i hope classes will be cancelled 2molo because of the hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is extremely dissapointing... the hurricane weakened as it entered houston. Classes went on as usual.... but she sure did brought a lot of rain today... you would rarely see any rain drops but 2day it was pouring heavily...&lt;br /&gt;Even though so, i was still dissapointed cause i was expecting more... flying cars, rooftops blown away, maybe even cows flying in the air!! haha&lt;br /&gt;But nothing.... was only sitting in the classroom hearing the rain drops falling on the roof.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-5820147346531659098?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/5820147346531659098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=5820147346531659098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/5820147346531659098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/5820147346531659098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2008/08/houston-chapter-8.html' title='Houston chapter 8'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-5346687558495998006</id><published>2008-07-30T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:29:31.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston chapter 7</title><content type='html'>Haven been blogging for the week. Dun really have much time to sit down and think of what to blog cause things are starting to pick up. Course is starting to get into pace with readings and homeworks now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, J n A have also arrived in Houston and all of us have been meeting up and hanging around. It kinda feels funny cause all of us have some how got 2gether in a foreign land and it feels as if we are back in Novena. See each other almost every other day... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to pick up tennis again and N is a pretty good teacher. Just bought my racket @ this tennis shop and i like the feel of the racket alot. The strokes feel powerful and strong. Hmm... maybe i will really pick up the sport cause i like it quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! time to mug again... ciaoz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-5346687558495998006?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/5346687558495998006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=5346687558495998006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/5346687558495998006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/5346687558495998006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2008/07/houston-chapter-7.html' title='Houston chapter 7'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-6932277580633212101</id><published>2008-07-22T08:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:46:15.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston chapter 6</title><content type='html'>I suddenly got this sudden urge to blog and so here i am!! Two things sparked off this impulse to blog these stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly got into a car accident yesterday. haha it was quite funny actually cause i was driving along the freeway trying to find the place that we were supposed to go to and i realised that i missed the exit. So i turned at the next one to make a U-turn. I stopped at the red-light for the left turn and when the lights turn green, i instinctively just turned my steering wheel left into the adjacent lane... shit! i 4got that i am driving in the US... so actually i have turned into the wrong lane with incoming traffic and i saw this car coming towards us....(lucky he was still quite far away). I had no time to backup (there were cars behind), there was no more space in front (the head of my truck was already in the 2nd lane). Stucked!! Doomed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instinctively, i jammed on the accelerator and went straight... up the curb and over the curb into the opposite lane (which was the correct lane for me) luckily, the car by my side saw me in this dire situation and slowed down else i would have ramped into him... Woah.. close shave huh? Got a shock out of my life... but after that... smooth journey to and back home... kudos to the truck! a car would never have been able to do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Dark Knight just now. Haha actually it was suppose to be a whole day maths lesson in the class but managed to pass the preliminary test so was excused from it.. had a headache while coming out from the class (hey!! try doing the maths w/o a calculator and you will know what i mean)..&lt;br /&gt;The movie was awesome but what really caught me was this scene when joker said to batman.. ".....(blah blah blah)....You complete me.."&lt;br /&gt;I heard this phrase before somewhere and i was shocked to hear it here..&lt;br /&gt;Yup! the show was Jerry MaGuire and it was the scene when Jerry McGuire (Tom Cruise) said to Dorothy (Renee) "....you complete me..." that scene to me was the most perfect scene in the whole show.... it was the perfect word given the setting, the situation, the person saying it, the tone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange enough, the exact same words coming from Joker's mouth din sound as beautiful as how i always though of that phrase. But anyway, Dark Knight is an awesome movie! Everyone should watch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-6932277580633212101?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/6932277580633212101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=6932277580633212101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/6932277580633212101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/6932277580633212101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2008/07/houston-chapter-6_22.html' title='Houston chapter 6'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-458316106643710606</id><published>2008-07-18T11:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:42:52.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston chapter 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally got my car yesterday!!! its a truck actually.. a chevy c1500 V8!! wow can you imagine the power that truck have!! i am suppose to be excited over it... but... Ok.. i think i am not over with the car suay-ness thing.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i checked the truck carefully when i was handled the keys but when i drove it back to the hotel, i heard a hissing sound coming from my truck!! a big bolt was stuck in the front tire of my truck and punctured the tire!! how izzit possible!! whats the probability of a bolt standing up in the middle of the road.... in the end i had to wait for the guys from my company to come get my truck to the mechanic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224194059397824034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="139" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dBuk55-eRgI/SIAQ0Wwc_iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/N_H-mP5QHj0/s320/IMG_0073.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anway... I finally got down to experiment cooking food for myself. Actually i quite enjoyed cooking but hate the washing part.. here's a preview!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224192025900178946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="206" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dBuk55-eRgI/SIAO9_Y1XgI/AAAAAAAAABk/SW7o3tbb_c0/s320/IMG_0079.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;this is what i made for my dinner.. noodles with chilli hotdog and carrots..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224192773126663714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="275" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dBuk55-eRgI/SIAPpfBgriI/AAAAAAAAABs/TrSl8doaEIs/s320/IMG_0082.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;n lastly!! a bottle of corona to complete the dinner..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-458316106643710606?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/458316106643710606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=458316106643710606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/458316106643710606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/458316106643710606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2008/07/houston-chapter-6.html' title='Houston chapter 6'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dBuk55-eRgI/SIAQ0Wwc_iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/N_H-mP5QHj0/s72-c/IMG_0073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12743413.post-4780143922860581607</id><published>2008-07-16T08:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T08:38:49.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston chapter 5</title><content type='html'>Went over to Galleria yesteday which was supposed to be the largest shopping mall in Houston.&lt;br /&gt;This time i took over the keys from N and i had a hell of a ride. As you all know, its a V10, 6.8L van, so you can sorta guess the size of the van. In fact, it was the largest moving thing that i have driven so far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did had the most crazy driving experience that day. Actually the drive was alright until i reached galleria and was looking for a parking lot. The guys told me to turn right to enter the free parking zone and it was only when i turned then did i realise that it was a basement parking  with a clearance of only 6' 6....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was stuck there with cars behind me, i could only move forward... My van was simply scraping the top of the the ceiling!! haha neeber did that before in SG!! it was simply crazy!! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-4780143922860581607?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/4780143922860581607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=4780143922860581607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/4780143922860581607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/4780143922860581607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2008/07/houston-chapter-5.html' title='Houston chapter 5'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-7960796548369404271</id><published>2008-07-14T01:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T08:24:11.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston chapter 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for our first trip in Houston yesterday since it was a sat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N guess what! We went to the beach, yup! Went to the Galveston beach with all the other fishermen... haha its a weird experience to go to the beach with a funny mix of people including some uncles and diff nationalities..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222573722498032882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="190" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dBuk55-eRgI/SHpPIVbI5PI/AAAAAAAAABE/sNMqF_EYdR8/s320/IMG_0005.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;This is the van which we have been driving for the week to take us to places.. its a V10!! 6.2litres!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222576475541567186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="177" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dBuk55-eRgI/SHpRolT3dtI/AAAAAAAAABM/cdm7vXZq3TM/s320/IMG_0009.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt; We got hungry on the way and stopped over for lunch @ this place cause all of us were craving for seafood... turns out they have really good food!! good shrimps and fish!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222577191979783634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="203" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dBuk55-eRgI/SHpSSSQDFdI/AAAAAAAAABU/--VZsz8fikA/s320/IMG_0010.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;The food taste really good even though its just some store by the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223399699245258562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dBuk55-eRgI/SH0-WgllV0I/AAAAAAAAABc/GXNh03ASZow/s320/IMG_0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is a glimpse of what the beach looks like...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-7960796548369404271?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/7960796548369404271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=7960796548369404271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/7960796548369404271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/7960796548369404271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2008/07/houston-chapter-4.html' title='Houston chapter 4'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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/_dBuk55-eRgI/SHpPIVbI5PI/AAAAAAAAABE/sNMqF_EYdR8/s72-c/IMG_0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12743413.post-6024229158154538535</id><published>2008-07-09T10:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T01:06:00.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston chapter 3</title><content type='html'>Course officially started today n we were brought down to the legendary Spencer Rd office. Its one of those office that i think all W staff would wanna visit once in their entire career. True to its name, the office is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were all the protoypes of the tools that i have read about but neber seen in actual. Not only that, the canteen food is also fantastic! We had fajitas for lunch and it was really good.. it was so good it was like what people would pay for to eat @ iguana... (sorry no pics cause i thought it would be quite sua-ku to take pics there haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, D brought us to Wal-Mart and I finally got my phone.&lt;br /&gt;Check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220964236360331586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dBuk55-eRgI/SHSXT6VGsUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WfMnAePNtaE/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220965426429330450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dBuk55-eRgI/SHSYZLrqhBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Cf5HxSeDqNs/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new phone... motorola C168i, haha N was still saying "you would have to pay pple in SG to use this phone!" haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! enough of the work crap...&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was cool!! D brought us to the Hooters restaurant here in Houston and oh man! IT WAS GOOD!! if you have been to the hooter's here, you would never want to step into the one in SG again... haha i think we will see ourselves hanging around more in Hooters.. (sorry guys... no pics again..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-6024229158154538535?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/6024229158154538535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=6024229158154538535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/6024229158154538535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/6024229158154538535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2008/07/usa-chapter-3.html' title='Houston chapter 3'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dBuk55-eRgI/SHSXT6VGsUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WfMnAePNtaE/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12743413.post-4376950232354792641</id><published>2008-07-08T11:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T01:06:32.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston chapter 2</title><content type='html'>Its 1045pm here in houston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't fall asleep even though I have to be ready for my orientation day 2molo by 7am. My whole body alarm is screwed.... I keep waking up very early in the day and sleeping during lunch.. i need to get things in order fast so that i can start my FRE course...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some photos of my 1st few days here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220491616262897938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="199" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dBuk55-eRgI/SHLpdzRBQRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R22n-L4JNHA/s320/IMG_1063.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The hotel that i am staying @ - its something like a service appt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220494134895507746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dBuk55-eRgI/SHLrwZ50-SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DViGuEf-Jvk/s320/IMG_1045.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is how my room looks like.. there is a mini living room, a queen size bed, a kitchen and a toilet at the corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220499384889048018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dBuk55-eRgI/SHLwh_p0-9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/COQx6Wo1hKw/s320/IMG_1065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;N managed to borrow a car from his friend... a beetle!! Doesn't it look so gay for 4 guys to squeeze into a beetle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220495268885971362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dBuk55-eRgI/SHLsyaWOQaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/v801Yz-H91c/s320/IMG_1066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so bored in the rooms that we decided to go for a movie - Wallae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220501713791526930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dBuk55-eRgI/SHLypjfcqBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pGkVqUB11q4/s320/IMG_1069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is my lunch.... look at the size of it!! I was so full after the meal that i fell asleep immediately after eating it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-4376950232354792641?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/4376950232354792641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=4376950232354792641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/4376950232354792641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/4376950232354792641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2008/07/houston-day2.html' title='Houston chapter 2'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dBuk55-eRgI/SHLpdzRBQRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R22n-L4JNHA/s72-c/IMG_1063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12743413.post-8257376499860458935</id><published>2008-07-07T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T13:56:36.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day in US</title><content type='html'>Yuppie! I finally set foot onto the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landed on Houston yesterday at around 10pm. By the time we reached the hotel, it was close to midnight already. Everything was quite ok until we got hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard lots of time before from sis that its very hard to get around in Houston w/o a car and now i really what she meant. Everything is so spread out around here. Luckily there's a fast food outlet (Jack in the box) around our hotel but the stoopid thing is only the drive thru is open 24hrs, they dun serve walk-ins and we dun have a car!!! - Part of their company policy cause they are afraid of being mobbed. - So we were like idiots lottering around trying to get some food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually Houston is quite a nice place to be in... i am startting to like the feeling of being an expat in a foreign country. I get a nice appt for myself, going to get a car soon and i am also getting allowance and plus i get alll the freedom i want!! Doesn't that sound perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok time to get some sleep else i wun be able to get past the jet lag. Nitey nitez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-8257376499860458935?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/8257376499860458935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=8257376499860458935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/8257376499860458935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/8257376499860458935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-in-us.html' title='Day in US'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-7996314946919635540</id><published>2008-06-02T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:29:35.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Nothing</title><content type='html'>I watched a very interesting movie over the weekends. I guess i was sort of attracted to the "highly rated and hot movie" gimic trick. Yup! it was S n the City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that i have never been a fan of the TV series and was not very aware of the plot except that i know it has something to do with women, cosmopolitan life and men. The movie was really quite good but i guess what intrigued my thoughts was the plot behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always have the perception that it was a women's show. Sorta those shows where they are there to protrait women as victims or to show that women eventually have the last laugh kinda plot. Yup! if you watched the show.. i'm talking about the part where the groom walk out on the bride. I felt for the poor ger and was indeed devasted and hated the guy in the show from that moment. However, as the plot slowly unveils, it potraits a deeper meaning to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage or a relationship has always been a "US" kinda mentality. But things will start shifting out of place when suddenly the balance is disturbed and inclines to the "ME" side. I was blinded by this sympathy for the weaker sex that i did not see the whole picture. Things that could have been understood with a wider more open mind. (&lt;----Bullshit right??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... let me tell a story....&lt;br /&gt;P.  1yr old child that loves ice-cream. Whenever i open the fridge to give her ice-cream she will gleam with delight and start climbing up my legs. However, everytime when i tell her to wait while i get her to wash her hands before eating she starts crying thinking that i am robbing her from the ice-cream. Then mum will come along and naturally assume that i am bullying her.&lt;br /&gt;Can't blame anyone... people see things diff and so do i. I just wanna incorporate some hygiene into her ice-cream binge but to P, i am stopping her from indulging in her fav n to mum, i am simply irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe things would be better if everyone sit down n treat everything with an open mind? I know this is impossible but just curious y things dun function this way......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha i am crapping....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-7996314946919635540?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/7996314946919635540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=7996314946919635540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/7996314946919635540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/7996314946919635540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2008/06/chapter-nothing.html' title='Chapter Nothing'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-7134750368790058265</id><published>2008-05-29T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T02:09:43.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Nothing</title><content type='html'>Its been quite sometime since I blogged....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might say I am biz. It's partly true, a lot of changes have been taking place, work commitments, etc etc... but it's still bullshit excuses cause I still can squeeze out the 15mins of my time to blog if i really wanna to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.... its just plain laziness.... (n i am proud of that!! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally came back clicking on my own blog webby.&lt;br /&gt;Sat down in front of my lappy&lt;br /&gt;and started surfing other pple's bloggy...    &lt;--- it rythmes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that a lot of them have stopped blogging also n some of the blog @ no longer exist some more!! tsk tsk... think the blogging fever have subsided and nowadays its not that common to blog anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  been having alot of time to myself these week cause i am down with chicken pox!!! Damn suay lah to contract this kinda virus @ this stage of my life... it feels horrible.. should have gone for vaccination earlier n not regret now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am enjoying the xtra time that i got. Been tidying up my room and I finally found my old hard disk which i wanted to retrieve for so long!! Feels so good to find it and managed to retrieve all the stuff inside.  Old songs are still the best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok!! enough crap for 2night. Nitey nitez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-7134750368790058265?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/7134750368790058265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=7134750368790058265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/7134750368790058265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/7134750368790058265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2008/05/chapter-nothing.html' title='Chapter Nothing'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-3042647250927027870</id><published>2008-02-26T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T01:48:29.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter "i forgot"</title><content type='html'>MR ENGINEER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently alot of things have been going on over the status "Engineer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that fine day when the team sat down with boss and we had a small discussion with him over some issuses. He said something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss, "....... Apparently, HR thinks that engineer are of the same rank as graduate technicians... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior 1 also said something the previous week to me.. "CK, as new engineers, you all should learn to be humble....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that senior 1 was referring to some one in particular (not me) and hoping that i will pass the msg. but all this words din stick in my mind cause i felt that i was doing well with everyone and being humble enough to everyone. Even to the techincians, i am always polite and would always offer my help and end my conversation with a thanks... but something happened today that really set my mind going....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened on a normal bus trip for lunch. As usual we took the company bus and followed the rest for lunch. Since we had been servicing some equipments, we din bother to changed and were dressed in the dirty coveralls. While comiing back from lunch in the bus, i was chatting with D and suddenly some one tapped me. I turned and saw this total stranger who passed me a bottle of VC1000. She gave me the kinda look and just stared at me hinting me to open the bottle w/o saying a word.... i had no idea what came over and i just helped her open the bottle and passed her back the bottle. She handed me a piece of tissue back as a drop spilled onto my hand. It was just this 2mins of interaction that changed my opinion of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WTH!!! Does she think that i am some labourer?? (term used in workshop) That puny action made me feel like a lower life form than her.. cant she even have the decency to ASK ME TO OPEN the bottle instead of COMMANDING me with her stare? Regardless of what i am wearing, clean coveralls or dirty ones, i am still an engineer and not some labourer. Where is the kinda respect that you ought to show? Not to mention the kinda respect that you should show to a human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be against the idea that we should behave like we are a higher class from the technicians n others. Now my mind have changed.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-3042647250927027870?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/3042647250927027870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=3042647250927027870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/3042647250927027870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/3042647250927027870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2008/02/chapter-i-forgot.html' title='Chapter &quot;i forgot&quot;'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-7544327875620066235</id><published>2008-02-14T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T00:14:16.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MR PIG RUN AWAY WITH THE EGG!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MR PIG RAN AWAY WITH THE EGG!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;MR PIG ran away with the egg. Luckily, big bad wolf was alert enough to notice that they were missing. BIG BAD WOLF began searching high n low for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE back-trekked all the path that they had gone, keeping his eyes wide open for them. The sun had already set and it was getting darker. The big bad wolf started panicking. HE was afraid that he would never be able to find MR PIG n The EGG. HE wanted to give up n go home but he too was afraid of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Believe in persistence and have some faith" he told himself...&lt;br /&gt;Alas he found MR PIG n the EGG.&lt;br /&gt;HE was glad.. n happy too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-7544327875620066235?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/7544327875620066235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=7544327875620066235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/7544327875620066235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/7544327875620066235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2008/02/mr-pig-run-away-with-egg.html' title='MR PIG RUN AWAY WITH THE EGG!!'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-3576756361890306997</id><published>2007-06-20T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T03:29:36.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday 20th June 2007</title><content type='html'>To my long forgotten blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant really sleep @ the moment even though it is 3am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;The reason being that i will be embarking on my Austrialia trip in another 14hours time. Guess this trip will be the most daring trip I have ever gone so far since i will be travelling along. Ok, for the 1st 4days, @ least there is Chun n XH in Melbourne who i can turn to when i arrive there. But the remaining 6 days of my trip will be on my own. Hmmm... some how or rather, this seems to be like a testimonial trip to see how much i have learned and grow during my 4years in NUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decision to travel didn't come by easy. There was a lot of things holding me back while at the same time, arriving at the decision made me realise a lot of things... people treat things so differently that pissed me off n make me wonder if i have been blind in the past. But nevertheless think shld not be bothered by what others do since that will only make life more miserable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting the unhappy things apart, mum as usual was always objective when it comes to me making such radical things... dad's silent support accompanied with sis who was always being me in whateva i do... to some extent, i kinda feel that i have a great sis! A wonder mentor who always teach me how to grow up. Letting me waddle in the pool of reality, grasping for shore while silently pushing me from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Teck might be right. Travelling alone willl be good. It gives you a lot of time to yourself... makes you see the world from a different angle. Maybe i will come back like him, more focussed and determined. Anyway, felt great knowing that I do still have friends who care about me (whose name i shall not mention) n support my act of willfulness. Thanks peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some thot to YM: I guess I feel that i am no longer the "tian ta xia lai dou hui dang bei gan de ren"  person anymore... too much uncertainties taking over. But rest assure... i will find back that person who u once know n make u honour ur can of beer to me.&lt;br /&gt;To Her: Take good care of yourself while i am gone and plz dun 4get what u once said to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voyez-vous quand je suis retour!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-3576756361890306997?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/3576756361890306997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=3576756361890306997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/3576756361890306997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/3576756361890306997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2007/06/wednesday-20th-june-2007.html' title='Wednesday 20th June 2007'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-7942518455198030707</id><published>2007-05-28T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T03:02:53.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 28/05</title><content type='html'>Been a very long time since i last updated any entry on this website.&lt;br /&gt;A lot have happened since the last entry. In fact, too much things have changed until i have lost track of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally something to be glad of.... my 4 years of undergrad life has come to an end. No more FYP, no more lectures and no more labs! Though it is something to be happy about but i guess i am not really enjoying the titleship of a GRADUATE now... been practically rotting @ home since my FYP presentation...&lt;br /&gt;Haven really found a job till now even though i have rejected some offerings. I know that i am not prepared to enter the adult working work yet... something is still holding me back... freedom? constraint? responsibility? commitment? PR? all these things seem so intimidating to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this lousy things have been bothering me for quite sometime and affecting me a lot... i need a get away!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-7942518455198030707?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/7942518455198030707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=7942518455198030707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/7942518455198030707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/7942518455198030707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-2805.html' title='Chapter 28/05'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-116564776297404259</id><published>2006-12-09T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T15:03:41.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 09/12</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting on the train back home when at this particular station, this guy boarded the train. He was holding onto his daughter’s hand and they stood at the corner beside my seat. Guess it was the little girl who attracted my attention as she was quite an adorable little girl. They were talking as they entered and somehow or rather, I found that I was eavesdropping on their conversation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“DADDY!! What’s the difference between the first and second?” the little girl said. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Silence*&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;KPO as I always was, I inched nearer to hear what the daddy was going to answer his daughter. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Silence*&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Puzzled by the long silence from the conversation, I leaned even closer to listen to the hearings of a father. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“DADDY!! I can c myself in your eye!” the little girl said this time. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This time, I too glanced up at the small figure only to see her looking up gleefully at her father while the towering father was looking down on the little figure. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Puzzled by why the father did not say anything, I looked into the eyes of the father and suddenly I heard his voice. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;--- ~~ ---- ~~ ---- ~~ ---- ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first is always the most memorable thing that will ever happen in a person’s life and will stay in their heart for the longest till last. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first is when I hold your hands and I called you dear.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first is your face whom I wanna see when I wake up first thing in the morning&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first is when you saw flowers lying at the doorstep&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first is when we celebrated our 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; month anniversary.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first is when you were angry with me and you refuse to look at me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first is when you celebrate my 1st birthday together&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first is when your angry with me and I hoax you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The first is when your away for the first time we are together for Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I found myself looking back at the small figure who was holding onto her fathers hands. The little girl was still looking up at her father in the eye, fascinated by the reflection of herself in her father’s eyes. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was now then I realized that the voice was not coming from his mouth but from the reflection in his eyes. The tears that were welling up in his eyes…. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How many first do we have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-116564776297404259?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/116564776297404259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=116564776297404259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/116564776297404259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/116564776297404259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/12/chapter-0912.html' title='Chapter 09/12'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-116013622670828632</id><published>2006-10-06T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T20:03:46.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 06/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A lot of funny things have been happening recently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i shldn't term them funny cause they happen for a reason, a cause. N i guess i was the one who cause it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have a serious problem with telling the truth. I do not know when to tell the truth and when to lie... Yup! i do lie, comon who dun lie?? n in fact i am a super liar!!! but i din noe that telling the truth is not such a good thing always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the problem... so when shld i tell the truth and when shld i not? SOmetimes, i feel like telling the truth but i can't... n there was this time i told the truth but it ended up with dire consequences.... most fascinatin of all, i am not the main character in the whole picture...&lt;br /&gt;In fact it made matters worst cause i seem to have become a back stabber kinda person... who tell on pple... what the hell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-116013622670828632?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/116013622670828632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=116013622670828632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/116013622670828632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/116013622670828632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/10/chapter-0610.html' title='Chapter 06/10'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-115920860433381512</id><published>2006-09-26T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T02:26:29.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 26/9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYP is damn time consuming... i reached the lab at around 1030 and stayed till 1700... n guess what?? I could only finish one run of the experiment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! i can imagine i got 7 samples n i wish to run each 3 times...&lt;br /&gt;so that will take me 2 months?!! SAVE ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok!! enough of the boring shit...&lt;br /&gt;now for some fun stuff!! yeah!! PAH qing gong yan is finally over..&lt;br /&gt;pretty upset that there was not even full attendance even though i send out the email like 3 weeks ago to book them for that day...&lt;br /&gt;but oh well... its over le!! waahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. face reality le... back to studies...&lt;br /&gt;*DREAMING IS GOOD!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-115920860433381512?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/115920860433381512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=115920860433381512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/115920860433381512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/115920860433381512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/09/chapter-269.html' title='Chapter 26/9'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-115795224844195950</id><published>2006-09-11T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T13:24:08.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 11/9</title><content type='html'>Ok... i am suppose to finish viewing the webcast lecture that i have missed for the past 2 weeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n here i am in the library surfing thru YOUTUBE!! argghhh......i need some discipline in my life!!! some one plz wake me up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still.... saw this clip on youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AGKSZ0Il5tY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AGKSZ0Il5tY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! i think its super cool lor!! now i wanna learn guitar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*but i got a feeling its "3min hotness" *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-115795224844195950?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/115795224844195950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=115795224844195950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/115795224844195950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/115795224844195950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/09/chapter-119.html' title='Chapter 11/9'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-115666141593750981</id><published>2006-08-27T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T14:50:15.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 27/8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I realised that i no longer got this passion to blog.. i dun noe what got over me to blog 2day cause there have been many occassions when i have the urge to blog but i din...&lt;br /&gt;Guess this  one will always have this impact on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind keeps spining around this thing about destiny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this... u meet some one 2day on the 27th Aug 2006&lt;br /&gt;Will she be the same person if you meet this person on October? Nov?? 2007?? 2008??&lt;br /&gt;What if she is not the same person?? But what if she is the same as you see her??&lt;br /&gt;Is everything fated to happen as they are suppose to??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I hope i can find an answer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-115666141593750981?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/115666141593750981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=115666141593750981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/115666141593750981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/115666141593750981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/08/chapter-278.html' title='Chapter 27/8'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-115460836142162228</id><published>2006-08-03T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T20:32:41.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 03/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its been a very very long time since i last blogged. Not that nothing have been happening to my life... in fact, a lot of things have happened but guess i was just too lazy to blog them down. Was reading a few friends blog and what they said was quite meaningful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looked thru my previous blogs and realise the happy/sad moments that i went thru... good thing that i blogged them down.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha yup yup!! totally agree with ur that blogging is a good way to rem all the happy moments n etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internship has finally end... yup yup!! i am free from the horrible nightmare of waking up @ 6am every morning!! woho!!&lt;br /&gt;Internship had not been v meaningful to me... din get to learn much during my stay @ XXXX Pte Ltd. But i guess i made some real nice colleagues there.. funny ones and weird ones also..&lt;br /&gt;Haha i gues i will miss my colleagues but definitely not the company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye newton! Goodbye uncle P!! goodbye 38 monkey!! goodbye mr BIZ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about visting blogs...&lt;br /&gt;I finally read the blog of this person who complained about me.. (wahaha i made headlines!!) J cut n pasted the entry for me but i eventually visited the blog myself.&lt;br /&gt;I wun say that i was not affected by the blog even though i know that most of the things he said are not true and its actually quite amazing how he manage to use such wonderful adjectives on me...&lt;br /&gt;haha initially i wanted to play along with him... the mischief blood in me was beginning to flow all over!! haha excited!! but i finally decided not to... better not make so many enemies during my final yr... (got no time to entertain him...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah..... something happening to me these days...&lt;br /&gt;Have been doing a lot of thinking these few days.. n this song kept going thru my mind again n again n again... haha simply love the jovial tune and lyrics... how i wish things would be as simple in real life as they are in the song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-115460836142162228?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/115460836142162228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=115460836142162228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/115460836142162228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/115460836142162228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/08/chapter-0308.html' title='Chapter 03/08'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-115323900080922586</id><published>2006-07-19T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T00:15:22.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 19/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow! Realise that its been v long since i last blogged..&lt;br /&gt;Am 2 lazy to type... so i guess i shall draw!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 389px; height: 249px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/blog2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 330px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/blog1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 366px; height: 278px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/blog3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... think a picture speaks a thousand words..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-115323900080922586?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/115323900080922586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=115323900080922586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/115323900080922586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/115323900080922586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/07/chapter-1907.html' title='Chapter 19/07'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-115194327790190318</id><published>2006-07-03T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:14:37.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 03/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PAH06 is finally over!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its very well done!!" says a lot of pple that came n gave me feedback on the project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah i had to agree that it was v well done.. everything went well, nice murals, good programmes, sponsors were happy.... but i think the only thing left was myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt diff after the project... realize that in the process of finishing the stuff on time, i neglected alot of things... i neglected pple's emotions, their abilities, their faith and it seems like i also forgotten the initial objective of PAH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being 2 result orientated until i can feel myself transforming into some one...&lt;br /&gt;some one like seb... some emotionless freak who dun care how other feel, some one who keeps demanding... asking n asking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup! its all me!! i am such a bastard that is so untactful.... hmm actually i also have no idea why its so... but its definitely not due to stress.. its just my character?? haha so dun play play hor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... sorry to those peeps who i had been rude to or who had find me unreasonable for the past 2 days... really sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-115194327790190318?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/115194327790190318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=115194327790190318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/115194327790190318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/115194327790190318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/07/chapter-0307.html' title='Chapter 03/07'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-114978591535834776</id><published>2006-06-09T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T00:58:35.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 01/06</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haiz... project D failed again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its the 2nd time i am failing my driving.... damn another $160 fly away liaoz  $_$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was so dishearted that i started drifting around in my "mindless" state..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To make the scene even more pathetic... it was raining.. then i was like walking in the rain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So shuai right? Bet i "dian si" a lot of aunties staring @ my pathetic state...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haiz... another mood spoiler event...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                                                             &lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/mashi.jpg" height="300" width="300" /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*------&gt; Doesn't the face say everything??*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-114978591535834776?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/114978591535834776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=114978591535834776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114978591535834776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114978591535834776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/06/chapter-0106_114978591535834776.html' title='Chapter 01/06'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-114909445173530452</id><published>2006-06-01T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:54:11.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 01/06</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life as an intern sucks.... or rather, life as an intern in XXXX(need to protect my ass) sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things in the company are making me have regrets applying for internship there. To some extent, i am starting to question my faith in being an engineer. I was so full of drive on my 1st day of work. Now, 3 weeks have barely passsed n i am dragging my "hollow" there while my soul is floating somewhere out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha but nevertheless, i decided to blog on my company to show my "silent" discontent with the lousy company.&lt;br /&gt;Let me intro some characters that have intruded into my life for the past 3 weeks...&lt;br /&gt;*sorry dudes.. no photos.. i still wanna survive thru my intern*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle P: My supervisor... i call him uncle cause i think he is v old. Everytime he talk to me, i can notice him taking such deep breaths n giving those silent grunt... as if he some one just suck out all the oxygen from him... but i guess its due to old age??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newton: Newton is the collegue sitting behind me... this guy is a real authentic engineer... Quiet, subtle and behaves like an introvert. The best part about him is that he neber run out of apples..... the 1st day i come office n met him, he was chewing on an apple... from then on, i have neber seen him w/o an apple in his hand. Even when he is typing, he will display 2 apples (like trophies in the display box) on the desk... Guess he is a great fan of newton with all the apples in his stomach n i guess its the only place where it defy the law of G...&lt;br /&gt;haha but during lunch, its the time when he really transform into the typical engineer!! sitting in the back row of the canteen drooling over the gers.... revealing the demon in him... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 monkey: He is one of those active, talkative guy that exists in every office. N yes! he is xtremely 38... all the news dun escape his ears.... especially when any new HR ger is being employed... he will be the 1st to noe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Biz: this guy is the best!! sittting just beside me yet i neber spoke to him more than 10times. Always act like v biz but everyone noes that there is nothing much to do in the company lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today!!&lt;br /&gt;Mr 38 monkey n newton standing behind my seat staring @ me early in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;"Oh ur reading the industry pump catalogue..." says E&lt;br /&gt;"yah i got nothing much to do... so read a bit lor..."&lt;br /&gt;"haha now then u realize that pump is more chim right?? haha" says 38 (he is doing pumps..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*later the day...newton appeared behind my cubicle peeping @ me again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah.. how come u read story book...wait i report u to uncle P ar!"&lt;br /&gt;"Erm... got nothing to do mah.. n the pump book read until v sianz le.."&lt;br /&gt;"oh izzit... oh u shld read this, this....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n he starts going on n on n on...&lt;br /&gt;"or u shld try to memorize everything!! haha then u can be the king of PUMPS!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always find it amusing when he say such stuff.... he keeps having this fantasy that when he got time, he will memorize all the pressure vessel codes, pump codes n he will become the "king of pressure vessel n pumps"!!&lt;br /&gt;......... so much for the apples.... maybe they are starting to rot in his brains.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-114909445173530452?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/114909445173530452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=114909445173530452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114909445173530452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114909445173530452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/06/chapter-0106.html' title='Chapter 01/06'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-114857862730647907</id><published>2006-05-26T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T01:37:07.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 25/5</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;HALLOW!!! Haven't been blogging for a v v long time despite the "happening" vaction that i am going thru now.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... maybe i  will back track another about what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile.... INTERNSHIP SUCKS!!&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a total zombie. Waking up early in the morning @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;6am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;! OMG!! then taking a 1 n half hour journey just to reach my stoopid office @ sembawang.&lt;br /&gt;I wun mind if my office is a workaholic haven.. but it is a hell of a place. Everything is so slow down there.. boring bunch of engineers... In fact i am having fear that i might end up just like them... lifeless, boring... n worst of all...no life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do i do everyday @ work??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.... just sleep or do reading... yah.. i do not have a computer there. Can anyone imagine?? In this modern stage of world, how to do work w/o a com!!! So they just throw me some text n stuff and expect to turn me into another newton....&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. maybe thats how they train the other guy who is relatively new.. cause i always see him eating apples in the office. He can eat 2-3 apples a day in the office. Hmm.. hoping that an apple will land on him and he discover some galaxy revolution theory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-114857862730647907?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/114857862730647907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=114857862730647907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114857862730647907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114857862730647907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/05/chapter-255.html' title='Chapter 25/5'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-114589601258672209</id><published>2006-04-25T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T01:36:11.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 25/4</title><content type='html'>I think I am dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FNA exams total of 4 questions. Candidates are required to finish withnin 2 hours*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there for 2 hours flipping the question paper here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Question 1: Don't know how to do... Skip!&lt;br /&gt;Question 2: Know half only.. SKip!&lt;br /&gt;Question 3: Know how to do the calculation.. Half the question.&lt;br /&gt;Question 4: Times up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ALL exam candidates are to put down their pen. ANyone caught writing will be deem as cheating and will be dealt with disicplinary actions.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! Save me!! I totally blanked out during the paper!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking: "Am i suffering from some sort of post-teen brain stagnant syndrome? I cant seem to think @ all while i am sitting taking an exam..."&lt;br /&gt;My synapse feels like a gouge.... tranmission through a bottomless pit...... cannot receive anything also!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am i suffering the unescapable signs of aging??&lt;br /&gt;Can no longer memorize formulae and definition like last time... cannot rem if i took my pills.. my fading memories of what i used to do while i was in JC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*desperate for a cure...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-114589601258672209?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/114589601258672209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=114589601258672209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114589601258672209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114589601258672209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/04/chapter-254.html' title='Chapter 25/4'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-114589601456224028</id><published>2006-04-25T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T00:26:54.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 25/4</title><content type='html'>I think I am dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FNA exams total of 4 questions. Candidates are required to finish withnin 2 hours*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there for 2 hours flipping the question paper here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Question 1: Don't know how to do... Skip!&lt;br /&gt;Question 2: Know half only.. SKip!&lt;br /&gt;Question 3: Know how to do the calculation.. Half the question.&lt;br /&gt;Question 4: Times up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ALL exam candidates are to put down their pen. ANyone caught writing will be deem as cheating and will be dealt with disicplinary actions.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! Save me!! I totally blanked out during the paper!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking: "Am i suffering from some sort of post-teen brain stagnant syndrome? I cant seem to think @ all while i am sitting taking an exam..."&lt;br /&gt;My synapse feels like a gouge.... tranmission through a bottomless pit...... cannot receive anything also!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am i suffering the unescapable signs of aging??&lt;br /&gt;Can no longer memorize formulae and definition like last time... cannot rem if i took my pills.. my fading memories of what i used to do while i was in JC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*desperate for a cure...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-114589601456224028?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/114589601456224028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=114589601456224028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114589601456224028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114589601456224028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/04/chapter-254_25.html' title='Chapter 25/4'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-114580169792695172</id><published>2006-04-23T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T22:23:03.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 23/4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I was reading upon the paper and i chanced upon this article that I cannot stop thinking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The story touched my heart and stirrred so much emotion withnin me that i wanna share this with all my friends who are reading this blog entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;here goes an excerpt from the newspaper article:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Imagine having to cope with cancer at 18? this is one lesson no one will ever learn in school but it turned out to be the lesson of my life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I have always been a fighter. Whenever I have a problem , i do not whine about it nor do i cry. Instead i think of the best way to tackle the problem and put the solution into action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I am a firm believer of the notion of that as long as i try hard enough, nothing is impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ALl of a sudden, i felt anger in me. Why should i bow to cancer? Why should i be sad? At that moment, all i wanted was to fight. I wanted to punch the lump in my neck with my own bare fist. If cancer wants a fight, i will take it on any time, any day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It all ended in April 2005. I officially turned from cancer patient to cancer survivor. Victory never tasted so sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;From now on, i know i will only get better and better. I was finally going to get my life back.... I can live to see my futur, i can live to realise my dreams, i can smell the flowers, i can feel the cool wind on my face, i can see thew faces of my loved ones. The fight was worthwhile. Every single moement of it. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;this excerpt was written b4 her condition became worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;After reading the story, i was so dejected and sympathetic that i visited her blog and started blogging even though i have a paper 2molo.(which i have not finish studying) Her story really touched me. How life is so fragile and unpredictable and to become a victim of illness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Its the saddest thing on earth to know that you will be dying, to know that an the gate has been lowered upon your life, to count the days approaching, to see yourself fading away, yet remain so helpless.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yet i admire her courage, her bravery and her determination. I still rem telling my mum once while watching NKF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"I would commit suicide by jumping off the building if i ever kena this kinda illness.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yet now i am reading the story of this ger who is battling the crutches of deadth. Yet she is so strong and determined to fight and win this battle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;How my heart sank when i read that she cannot even keep her head upright for long without a head rest due to the cancer cells attacking her spinal cord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ger, your one person who have really gained my respect in every aspect after i read about your story. Stay strong and continue fighting. Though i am not a catholic, i can feel the strong faith that you have. Helpless i am but i shall pray for you also....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*if anyone of your are interested to read more about her story, here is the link....*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onlyskindeep.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Joan Chan's site&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-114580169792695172?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/114580169792695172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=114580169792695172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114580169792695172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114580169792695172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/04/chapter-234.html' title='Chapter 23/4'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-114563463740155052</id><published>2006-04-21T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T23:51:56.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 21/4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ok!! Whining session again!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;OMG!! i cant believe it!! 2day i bump into RUBBISH again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Think ZT is a jinx. Everytime i walk around central lib with him, i will bump into RUBBISH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;this time its even worst, its a head on encouter. I had no drain to dive into. No rubbish bin to hide behind. I was wearing slippers... no laces to fake tying, no IVP jacket to hood my face. Worst of all, it was a clear view face to face encounter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;*How to concentrate mugging like that??*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-114563463740155052?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/114563463740155052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=114563463740155052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114563463740155052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114563463740155052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/04/chapter-214.html' title='Chapter 21/4'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-114554690952974674</id><published>2006-04-20T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T23:49:02.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 03/12</title><content type='html'>Been feeling very down these few days. Strange for this to be happening.&lt;br /&gt;The backstabbing ME3102 project is done, the shitty FNA1002 is history and i only have 2 paper.&lt;br /&gt;Its not the exam stress.... i have plenty of time to mug for it but i am lacking the drive to start something serious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my phone that has been troubling me...&lt;br /&gt;My MMC is spoilt... think W must be grinning when he hear this. "RUBBISH" is gone.... so is everything... yah n i mean EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;I am desperate for solutions!! tried the card reader and even that wun help... MMC WIPED CLEAN MY MEMORIES!!&lt;br /&gt;just as i am racking my brains over this shit, the RUBBISH appeared!!&lt;br /&gt;*while walking along the aisle from chinese lib to reference!!*&lt;br /&gt;DAMN!! its really fated i would say......&lt;br /&gt;2 perfect strangers caught each other's glaze et viola!! strangers they remain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*exams.... exams... intern... money.... money... *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGGHH!!! i can't stand it!! i am back 5 mins later after i just finsih blogging... cant stand how unfortunatei my day is!!&lt;br /&gt;"EH bro... 2molo what time u going to office ar??"&lt;br /&gt;"2molo my i taking leave... not going to work........"&lt;br /&gt;shit... intending to reach sch the 1st thing in the morn to mug.. think have to change plans...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-114554690952974674?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/114554690952974674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=114554690952974674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114554690952974674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114554690952974674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/04/chapter-0312_20.html' title='Chapter 03/12'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-114460506895074301</id><published>2006-04-10T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T01:51:08.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 10/4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;The weekend ended just like that. It was filled with excitment as well as anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think i should start on the more fun part to calm myself down before i set into a rage again.&lt;br /&gt;WO~ met up with my S8 JC class mates on Fri n we went drinking as usual. This time @ siglap there.&lt;br /&gt;This time was cause Cl stayed at East Coast Road so it was like dirt near home n XH was driving. Come to think of it, i think the place's not bad after all, minus the distance but Cl paid for the cab fare cause got company claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seat down there n we started playing DA DI..Had a HOEGARDEN n a bailey's only this time.&lt;br /&gt;*Hmm.. doesn't this bored everyone?? Wahaha.. the exciting part is yet to come man!~ *&lt;br /&gt;Unknowingly, time flies n it was 2 le!! Everyone wanted to go home le.. but XH wun drive me home cause ECP always got road block. SO in the end i drove everyone home n i took a cab back home~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESH!! U heard it right!! i drove!! i drove them home!! Wahaha!! XH let me drive the car!&lt;br /&gt;I drove down EC road to send Cl back then after that took the PIE to XH's house @ Toa Payoh!!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah man!! Down the PIE man!! Without a license n drink driving some more!!&lt;br /&gt;Wo~ the 1st car that i drove is a MITSUBISHI green COLT!! n i HIT 100!! haha&lt;br /&gt;It was so cool man~ but come to think of it.. if i kena road block... thats it liaoz...&lt;br /&gt;N i had to take a cab home after that from toa payoh... haha but it was all worth it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. nows the bitching session after the fun. Stoopid SHIT!! i have been coupe up @ home with the FNA project. Looked at the odd questions that Val n HC did. WTH!! Are they stoopid or what??&lt;br /&gt;"refer to pg210, textbook" &lt;------ are u trying to tell the lecturer to look for the answer in the textbook??&lt;br /&gt;N they got the guts to do one line answers when the report is 15% of the final!!&lt;br /&gt;I had to look all the answers by them 1 by 1 n change them!! Out of 8 questions, they only got 1.5 correct lor!! ARGGHHH n the answers are horrible!! n they still dare to ask me what is wrong.. ASS!! make me waste my wonderful weekend!! ARGGghh... my blood is boiling again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-114460506895074301?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/114460506895074301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=114460506895074301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114460506895074301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114460506895074301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/04/chapter-104.html' title='Chapter 10/4'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-114434043537107643</id><published>2006-04-07T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T00:20:35.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 03/12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ow is 0015 @ night le n later is my french test. The final test for this sem n i can say au revoir to french..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;However so, I still dun have the mood to study.. Maybe because i over worked yest so i feel like nua-ing... Was staring @ msn n i triple confirmed this time for this sem (Each sem i have to confirm once) that there are some pple that will always leave scars in you. Guess have been so biz until my mind is starting to go hay-wire n think rubbish stuff. Think i really need a get away... i swore i will cherish bedtime hours and the luxury of sitting down to have a decent lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haiz... time to hit the books again~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-114434043537107643?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/114434043537107643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=114434043537107643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114434043537107643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114434043537107643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/04/chapter-0312.html' title='Chapter 03/12'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-114356069586450853</id><published>2006-03-28T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:44:55.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 28/03</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sis is back from japan... Dun noe if i shld be happy about this or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Supposedly she will be back only @ around June. She could not come back for CNY but this time she had to come back to tend to some things. Yah.. if your are guessing, its a "white" thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME3102 is killing me!! Have been complaining to Teck that i feel so cheated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picture this: They throw me a half-fucked design and asked to build it during the last few weeks of fab. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had to think of how i am going to come out with the arm while looking tt job sheet. Half an hour later i was working on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One whole week of OT n shit to finally fab the arm out. Though its not a perfect 10 out of 10 design. NO aethestic value nor perfect dimensional accuracy, it still fits its purpose. Comon! I was only given half an hour to think on the spot man!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Contratry to that, am damn pissed. HE has been working on the design since last sem, was the OWNER of the design, noe the limitation, uses and stuff. N he is still working on it now..... n he still dare to seek help from me. Stoopid shit... always give stoopid excuses that he has something on or cannot come for fab this n that but is actually at his gal's place. I can't imagine myself helping him with his part while he is hugging his ger. (&lt;---idea taken from a friend)&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/12743413-114356069586450853?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/114356069586450853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=114356069586450853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114356069586450853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114356069586450853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/03/chapter-2803.html' title='Chapter 28/03'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-114313208070731011</id><published>2006-03-23T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T00:41:20.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 23/3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Damn.... I think my french sucks. Esp after each tutorial class or lecture. I feel that i suck even more. Ok! I guess its time i start studying my french. Haha so i shall start here!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Je suis très très occupé ces journees. Il y a projet beaucoup. Un après un, et se est never ending. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Je suis très fatiguees!! Je veux détente et je veux faire zero!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh oui! Je regarde quelqu'un très familière en classe francaise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Elle vient opposer ma classe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Elle regarde très comme beaucoup elle!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Elle regarde à moi avec yeux comme si elle connaît moi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Je suis choc et je sais je ne peux pas prendre moi yeux outre d'elle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Est-ce que je prends la passé ou est-ce que la passé aprends moi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;MARDE!!... i pense moi french really sucks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-114313208070731011?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/114313208070731011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=114313208070731011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114313208070731011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114313208070731011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/03/chapter-233_23.html' title='Chapter 23/3'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-114313206678878182</id><published>2006-03-23T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T00:41:07.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 23/3</title><content type='html'>Damn.... I think my french sucks. Esp after each tutorial class or lecture. I feel that i suck even more. Ok! I guess its time i start studying my french. Haha so i shall start here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis très très occupé ces journees. Il y a projet beaucoup. Un après un, et se est never ending.&lt;br /&gt;Je suis très fatiguees!! Je veux détente et je veux faire zero!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh oui! Je regarde quelqu'un très familière en classe francaise&lt;br /&gt;Elle vient opposer ma classe&lt;br /&gt;Elle regarde très comme beaucoup elle!!&lt;br /&gt; Elle regarde à moi avec yeux comme si elle connaît moi.&lt;br /&gt; Je suis choc et je sais je ne peux pas prendre moi yeux outre d'elle.&lt;br /&gt;Est-ce que je prends la passé ou est-ce que la passé aprends moi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARDE!!... i pense moi french really sucks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-114313206678878182?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/114313206678878182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=114313206678878182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114313206678878182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114313206678878182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/03/chapter-233.html' title='Chapter 23/3'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-114280019160961392</id><published>2006-03-20T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T04:49:13.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 20/3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think i am saddist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I realize that i am not only a procrastinator. I enjoy the intense pressure and adrenalin rush of trying to get things done the day before dline. Even though i force myself to stay at home to do all the assignment, i still end up doing it last min. I think i get the kick out of forcing myself to the limit and letting anxiety and fear take over my brains. Dun this amount to some sort of self torturing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haha on the other hand, some one said something very meaningful. Seems like your trying to prove to that some one UP there. Seems like HE always have means and ways to make things very unexpected and you just keep trying ur best to resist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resistance is not futile, @ least it got me so far n triumphant is only meaningful when there is a fight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok... enough of the shit... Its 0430 and i still dun have the mood to sleep. I am SO energetic now!! I guess its the "hang-over" from rushing the PPT for ME4105. Think i am really gonna miss my lect 2molo....&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/12743413-114280019160961392?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/114280019160961392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=114280019160961392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114280019160961392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114280019160961392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/03/chapter-203.html' title='Chapter 20/3'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-114166319978758975</id><published>2006-03-07T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T23:52:18.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 03/12</title><content type='html'>.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;....站在寂寞的舞台上&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;灯光下拖着自己的影子&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;音乐重复我们共同的忧伤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;不是每一次的演唱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;就可以淡忘明天没有你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in my heart we'll never be apart....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Stoopid 65!! Make me wait so long...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*nose itchy... scratch scratch...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suddenly my nose became like a running tap with blood flowing out of it non stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shit man!! Not now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i desperately searched my whole bag for tissue... shit!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By now the blood is slowly flowing onto my lips... I looked at the print-outs on my hand n then the blood stains on my nose digging finger. Haiz... suan le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;小弟，流鼻血 ar？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i took off my ear phones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then she handed me a packet of wet tissue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;omg!! my savouir!! I stuck the whole wet tissue up my nose..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then my angel started tapping on my head n say this will stop the bleed faster..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suddenly i felt the love coming from a stranger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a 40+ auntie who is so kind to a stranger in need...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It made me realise that there are indeed helpful pple out there... I was touched by an angel!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She really brighten up the gloomy week that i was having with all the dlines n projects n cock-ups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks ANGEL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come to think of it... i have been having nose bleeds v frequently these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;intially i thot that blood shld be coming out from my mouth instead cause the cronic cough have been pestering me for 4months le...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;din noe y blood is coming out from the nose instead.. strange isn't it? -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-114166319978758975?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/114166319978758975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=114166319978758975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114166319978758975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114166319978758975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/03/chapter-0312.html' title='Chapter 03/12'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-114058269107419614</id><published>2006-02-22T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T04:50:06.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 22/2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;HEY hey!! Come n take a look at this!!&lt;br /&gt;Got any idea what it is anot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 222px; height: 195px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/gotcha188.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Ant ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;NO! (ITs purple u stoopid!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh alien from outer space!! WeEE~ so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;NO!! -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzit a lychee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;NO!! How come u always hungry one??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAr?? Can Eat one anot??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;NO!! ITS NOT FOOD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ok... let you take a closer look...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 181px; height: 181px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/gotcha186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a earring....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;GUYS dun wear purple furry dangling earring ones... it makes them look so disgusting n ugly... but some how or rather i got this earring as a gift.... n I AM NOT WEARING IT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-114058269107419614?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/114058269107419614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=114058269107419614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114058269107419614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114058269107419614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/02/chapter-222.html' title='Chapter 22/2'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-114020376870800891</id><published>2006-02-18T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T03:16:08.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 18/2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damn suai these week! My stoopid com crashed on me.... ok ok.. it din really squash me but the stoopid com just was not working!! My AGB card is spoilt... the whole incident is really scary..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have your ever encountered a talking com that tells you whats wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well mine did!! AGB card spoilt, keyboard not detected!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wah!! I shld really salute to the designers who did this system, their good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh well, everything din turn out that bad, except that i have to use the P2 @ the living room. It was like a snail running to fetch my emails. It was so slow that i grew bored n starting thinking of excuses for my stoopidity, express mail became enduring mail. The whole good thing that ever happen was i found a lot of old MP3 songs that i liked alot!! Expecially this one that is playing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammi Cheng!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-114020376870800891?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/114020376870800891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=114020376870800891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114020376870800891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/114020376870800891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/02/chapter-182.html' title='Chapter 18/2'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113984927719667187</id><published>2006-02-14T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T00:49:51.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 14/2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now you have got into offshore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So whats next??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now you have been conferred as metro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; So whats next??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now you have turned friends into enemies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So whats next??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now you know that SHE has broken up with her BF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So whats next??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now you know that she got a date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So whats next??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now you know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;l'ignorance est un bonheur, le prisent&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/12743413-113984927719667187?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113984927719667187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113984927719667187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113984927719667187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113984927719667187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/02/chapter-142.html' title='Chapter 14/2'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113976189815541317</id><published>2006-02-13T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T00:31:38.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 13/2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kids are such wonderful angels!! They simply make your day more joyful!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angelic, adorable and foever so innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/gotcha184.jpg" height="300" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voila!! My 1yr old admirer!! HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/gotcha185.jpg" height="300" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haha she is ah lan jie jie's smallest daughter... aint she cute??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/gotcha183.jpg" height="300" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With those long lashes, natural curls n fair complexion, no wonder they thought she is a mixed blood.&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/12743413-113976189815541317?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113976189815541317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113976189815541317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113976189815541317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113976189815541317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/02/chapter-132.html' title='Chapter 13/2'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113916057816314924</id><published>2006-02-06T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T08:36:00.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 06/2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;VINDICATED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113916057816314924?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113916057816314924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113916057816314924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113916057816314924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113916057816314924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/02/chapter-062.html' title='Chapter 06/2'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113852958734042720</id><published>2006-01-29T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T18:13:08.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 29/1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;HAPPY CNY TO ALL THOSE READING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;CNy never had any impact to me all these years. In fact, it never made me happy. Was packing and clearing up my cabinet n room when i found the "sheeps". It was the only thing that i have left with me since then. N now then i realize why i still treasure n keep it even though i shld have thrown them away long long time ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;How often have anyone of your felt "wanted" n treasured by some one?? Now I finally realize how fortunate it is to have some one thinking about you. When they are happily shopping looking for a gift for you, when they are sad n needs a ear or when they are sitting in the boring LT trying to sneak sms to you. The "sheeps" did make me feel "wanted" during then but now it reminisce me of betray, lies and hypocrisy. But still, I still cannot bring myself to throw out this trash. Haiz... think i will be seeing them again next year spring cleaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;This year CNY got worst. Had a bad quarrel with dad over some very trivial things that din make sense to me. Think i made him very upset but i found no fault in myself in arguing. He was being unreasonable n i really mean it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;TO @ on to my misery, i injured myself. My heels are hurting like hell!! I have no idea how they end up swollen cause i din fall down n neither did i knock into ANYTHING!! i just noe that i have much difficulty limping around the house. Initially it was only the right heel so i keep leaning all my weight on my left. NOw, both are swollen.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Think this year will be a really really bad year for me. Just hope that everything turns well... plz.. i cannot take FALLS anymore le....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113852958734042720?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113852958734042720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113852958734042720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113852958734042720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113852958734042720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/01/chapter-291.html' title='Chapter 29/1'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113734716348233863</id><published>2006-01-16T01:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T01:46:03.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 16/1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Went down yesterday to take a look at Funkamania. Din really planned to go there but YF just called me and say that he is there le. I guess i was just using him as an excuse then?? Since when have i been so afraid to face "....." Dun noe y n have no idea what i am afraid of but i was just very scared. So i went n me up with YF. Wearing my thick nerdy specs,  i din even comb my hair. Maybe i was trying to hide behind my fringe to avoid eye contact. But i guess "...." rarely notice me, she was so biz with her stuff n i dun even dare to approach the tent to talk to HAN even though he will be dancing later. Hmmm nmind.. things will get better... I hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM FALLING SICK!!&lt;br /&gt;ITs been a long time since i last fall sick (minus illness like cough) and i have really forgotten how terrible it feels. I caught a Flu... the most talked about thing for the past year... I was practically shivering the whole journey home after i finished work. Damn!!  A piece of advise to those reading... never ever drink beer when u think ur going to fall sick. Cause i did...felt weird and feverish in the noon but i still went to work n drank 2 glass of beer in one shot cause the stoopid customer kept asking us to drink.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling cold again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113734716348233863?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113734716348233863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113734716348233863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113734716348233863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113734716348233863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/01/chapter-161_16.html' title='Chapter 16/1'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113734715522965164</id><published>2006-01-16T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T01:45:58.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 16/1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Went down yesterday to take a look at Funkamania. Din really planned to go there but YF just called me and say that he is there le. I guess i was just using him as an excuse then?? Since when have i been so afraid to face "....." Dun noe y n have no idea what i am afraid of but i was just very scared. So i went n me up with YF. Wearing my thick nerdy specs,  i din even comb my hair. Maybe i was trying to hide behind my fringe to avoid eye contact. But i guess "...." rarely notice me, she was so biz with her stuff n i dun even dare to approach the tent to talk to HAN even though he will be dancing later. Hmmm nmind.. things will get better... I hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM FALLING SICK!!&lt;br /&gt;ITs been a long time since i last fall sick (minus illness like cough) and i have really forgotten how terrible it feels. I caught a Flu... the most talked about thing for the past year... I was practically shivering the whole journey home after i finished work. Damn!!  A piece of advise to those reading... never ever drink beer when u think ur going to fall sick. Cause i did...felt weird and feverish in the noon but i still went to work n drank 2 glass of beer in one shot cause the stoopid customer kept asking us to drink.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling cold again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113734715522965164?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113734715522965164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113734715522965164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113734715522965164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113734715522965164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/01/chapter-161.html' title='Chapter 16/1'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113692239254969426</id><published>2006-01-11T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T03:46:32.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 11/1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Just realize that I am such a failure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis called back from Japan and I picked up the phone. It was thru her that i rem that 2day is Mum's bdae. Haiz... sis living so far away from us could still rem that 2day is Mum's bdae and she took the effort to call back to wish her and yet the son staying everyday with her under the same roof cannot rem such a trivial thing.&lt;br /&gt;To make up for it, i brought her an apple strudel. Damn it... The durian one that mum like was snatched up by this guy who i think left only 10mins b4 me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troubled by alot of things recently. Both trivial things as well as important things.  Little things always have the effect of snowballing into some big when u start ignoring them n the worst thing is they keep haunting u!! Haha&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... interest or "interest"? Whichever is the more essential thing in life?&lt;br /&gt;To follow your dreams n the things you like and lead a fullfilling life that can satisfy your inner self and emotions??&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;To satisfy the palpable monetary side that governs all your interest? To lead a leg-shaking life w/o worries for the sky rocking COE, monthly installments, house loan? I have to make choices. Something that might turn up bad...... like say, stranded in isolation in Middle East.&lt;br /&gt;Some how or rather i admit that i am a shallow and materialistic bastard so i chose the latter one... $$ is the root of all evil, haha such a lousy yet specific way of putting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFFSHORE!! here I come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113692239254969426?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113692239254969426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113692239254969426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113692239254969426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113692239254969426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/01/chapter-111.html' title='Chapter 11/1'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113674005883338402</id><published>2006-01-09T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T01:07:38.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 09/1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just went for a wedding dinner. Ah boy's wedding dinner. Haha actually its the 1st friends wedding dinner that i have gone to. So fast and  i am stepping into adult hood to embrace the quarter life crisis. The wedding was fun with all the 120mm around. Had a pretty fun time drinking n taking pics... too bad i din bring my cam along so have to wait for don to send me.. Haha i still cannot drink... a few glass of beer n a glass of Martell n i am flushing red. Think i was worst than a lobster cause they kept suaning me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha its the new year le... sch gonna start 2molo le n i am still drawing up my time table... haha been too slack during the holidays le.. haha time to pull up my socks le!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. PAH has been taking its toll on me... stoopid shit!! so many things to do.. how come ZH neber warn me about it b4 i took up the post. HAving regrets now.. my APD keep MIA some more!! Then my new com all new birds.. how to tahan??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... time to sleep le... All the best for those that are also starting sch 2molo!! have a fun day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113674005883338402?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113674005883338402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113674005883338402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113674005883338402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113674005883338402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2006/01/chapter-091.html' title='Chapter 09/1'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113558550938029665</id><published>2005-12-26T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T03:44:17.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 27/12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Saw this clip on the webby n found it very nice so i decided to link it here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="320"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td rowspan="3" valign="top" width="5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.spikedhumor.com/vcleft.gif" height="240" width="5" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5" valign="top" width="310"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.spikedhumor.com/vctop.gif" height="5" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td rowspan="3" valign="top" width="5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.spikedhumor.com/vcright.gif" height="240" width="5" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="213" valign="top"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-mplayer2" src="http://media.spikedhumor.com/9948/thepiano.wmv" pluginspage="http://microsoft.com/windows/mediaplayer/en/download/" id="mediaPlayer" name="mediaPlayer" displaysize="4" autosize="-1" bgcolor="#000000" showcontrols="true" showtracker="-1" showdisplay="0" showstatusbar="0" videoborder3d="-1" autostart="true" designtimesp="5311" loop="false" height="213" width="310"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="22" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmm... its a somber clip no doubt... but i like the piano tune n how i can relate to it.. so touching yet so true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yah yah!! XMAS!! haha MERRY XMAS to everyone!! Haha this Xmas has been both interesting, refreshing yet sad n full of dissapointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok to start things off, i did not go for any loud, crowdy, body rubbing XMAS eve countdown... Y?? cause there was no mood for such things... so in the end.. end up stuck at home with 3 other GUYS who came over. We bought a lot of food n made a sumptious meal...erm... correction...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WE bought a lot of frozen food n mirco-waved a SINFUL meal!! BACON... PIZZA... HOTDOGS... FRIED CHICKEN... NUGGETS.. OTAH.... TIDBITS n a wonderful bottle of red wine....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Haha its the 1st time that i threw a mini party at my room..... not bad for a 1st timer cause i din set the kitchen on fire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*XMAS EVE DOWN!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Xmas day i was invited to my sec sch friends house for a dinner gathering. Honestly, i was having doubts if i shld go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;One: i am not too close to them (been so long le)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Two: I feel akward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But in the end i still went... true enough, i din have much to say to everyone... but i still enjoyed myself cause at the gathering, i felt the spirit of Xmas... (plus another round of sinful food of bacon, ham, etc...) SO many pple have changed.. there was even a mother there!! WO!! Congrats!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;BOxing day was another fun experience for me.... i went to a Wedding dinner!! ok.. this one could have been worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ONE: Dad din wanna go so MUM drag me along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Two: I dun noe ANYONE... only the aunties there... OMG there is going to some serious communication barriers (CANTONESE!!) n age gap as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Three: I am so out of shape to fit into my clothes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Suprisingly, things din turn out that bad... Ah LAN jie jie bought her youngest child there. A 2yr old kiddo. OMG she is so cute n angelic!! She is so guai as well... just sit her at the table n keep throwing food at her n she will just keep herself biz eating, globbling everything. Haha a glutton at such a young age le ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Though she was intially shy but she warmed up fast n allowed me to carry her around after a few mins. Oh the wedding was glamorous.. think cause the bridegroom is rich bah??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmm... her comes the sad part... One of my friends got into some sort of a R/p prob... melancholy n despair i guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;haiz.. its always saddening to hear  sad news..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;JIA YOU BA~&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/12743413-113558550938029665?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113558550938029665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113558550938029665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113558550938029665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113558550938029665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/12/chapter-2712.html' title='Chapter 27/12'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113508289655184650</id><published>2005-12-20T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T12:56:19.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 20/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Haha 2day i just watched the lamest show that i had ever watched since the holidays started. If there is any Happy Tree Friends fans out there, KILL BILL is definitely the show that your will like. Hmm... now i am even starting to think if they have any connections. Wow! the Show is full of blood splashing, smaurai swords, limps and head being chopped off, bodies split into half. Haha all the violence u can ever think of. In fact the whole show is RED.... and to top onto that, the lame martial arts fighting scenes, corny music cherography (can u imagine that they had brazillian sambaa while lucy was fighting urma in a 1 v 1 death match?...) all @ to the weird touch of humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="titles"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Because Of You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="songcredits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I will not make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   The same mistakes that you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   I will not let myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   Cause my heart so much misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   I will not break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   The way you did, you fell so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   I have learned the hard way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   To never let it get that far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   I learned to play on the safe side so I dont get hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   Because of you I am afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   I lose my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   And its not too long before you point it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   I cannot cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   Because I know thats weakness in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   Im forced to fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   A smile, a laugh, every day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   My heart cant possibly break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   When it wasnt even whole to start with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   I watched you die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   I heard you cry every night in your sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   I was so young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   You should have known better than to lean on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   You never thought of anyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   You just saw your pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   And now I cry in the middle of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   For the same damn thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   Because of you I am afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   Because of you I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   Because of you I learned to play on the safe side so I dont get hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   Because of you I try my hardest just to forget everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   I dont know how to let anyone else in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   Im ashamed of my life because its empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   Because of you I am afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                        &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Finally got hold of the song by kelly clarkson. The lyrics are so beautifully written n she sang with so much emotion... its nice, shld listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113508289655184650?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113508289655184650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113508289655184650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113508289655184650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113508289655184650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/12/chapter-2011.html' title='Chapter 20/11'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113502424838957831</id><published>2005-12-20T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T04:35:20.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 20/12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Got a new tuition assignment... this time will be teaching a sec4 student in Chem n Physics. Actually the pay is quite good for this assignment. Ha sorry Pang if ur reading this entry cause this assignment is my bro's friend pass to me one.. so i dun think its quite good to pass it to you though i know that ur looking for an assignment. Hmmm... i guess the only comforting thing i can say to u is that this one is at BEDOK north lor.. so damn far... quite shitty for me also lah... but what to do.. $_$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read a super interesting article 2day on the net so i thought alot about it. Its super duber funny lor&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;img style="width: 611px; height: 649px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/report.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/report.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/report.jpg"&gt;Click for a clearer image &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wOw! can you imagine some one that is allergic to peanut butter... to think the situation is so jia lat until she had difficulty breathing...&lt;br /&gt;while i was laughing to the article, i suddenly also realize something... seems like everyone have their own soft spots here n there... something that might be ridiculously minor/normal but its extremely volatile n might errupt into a tight situation... haha guess my HR module did reflect well cause i guess they just have to be sensitive to the people around u!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tired n sleepy le... still have to meet P for swim*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113502424838957831?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113502424838957831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113502424838957831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113502424838957831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113502424838957831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/12/chapter-2012.html' title='Chapter 20/12'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113493128306956606</id><published>2005-12-19T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T02:42:54.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 19/12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally finished my 2days of windsurfing and got my level 1 proficiency cert. Haha now i can start renting equipments. Though so, i still find that i no nuts about this sport. Its really a sport that need lots of brains and experience. Though i like the sport much, i dun think my passion for it will last cause its really for a niche group of addicts. Nevertheless after watching YZ this kinda brawl guy manuvering in the waves, i think i will at least be able to hit the stage where i can surf to where i like??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bleach 61 is exalting!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113493128306956606?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113493128306956606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113493128306956606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113493128306956606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113493128306956606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/12/chapter-1912.html' title='Chapter 19/12'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113483935907249290</id><published>2005-12-18T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T01:09:19.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 18/12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG... i cant imagine how stoopid i further get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh wanna come down MOS?? 2day is the opening ley!! Confirm will be nice one!" says A&lt;br /&gt;"But i have windsurfing 2molo ley... early in the morning 8+ some more!!" says ME&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyah, wind surf only mah... can one lah.. no sweat.." says A&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmmm.... Ammm~~.... Arrrr.... Ok lah ok lah i stay till 3am then i gonna leave" says ME&lt;br /&gt;"Ok ok.. i am in the queue, u reach le come n find me" says A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, happily i went down to MOS at 1130 n when i reach there, it was like WO~ the que was super long, n it was super packed!! My friend had been queing since 10+ and we only manage to have a glimpse of the entrance. Wow! can you imagine the turn out! And to @ on to it, there was a massive parade of ASK CARS driving into MOS. LAmbogini, Ferrari, MeRz, RX. Haiz, what else can i say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2hrs of queing, we gave up n went to velvet instead. Din had fun in the end cause it was late n i had to leave at 3. The most stoopid thing was when i reached home n turned on my com to check my mail, i found this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/mos.jpg" width="350" height=" 500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argghhh... can u imagine how stoopid i had been considering the fact t hat i know that they will be sending invites n i neber checked my mail!! argghhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt another lesson oso: The way to climb onto a surfing float is exactly the same as climbing out of the bed early in the morning after clubbing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113483935907249290?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113483935907249290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113483935907249290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113483935907249290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113483935907249290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/12/chapter-1812.html' title='Chapter 18/12'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113472018611400943</id><published>2005-12-16T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T16:03:06.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 16/12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow~ this week has been sort of a terrible week for me. The weekends were dissappointing, din had much fun n the sucky thing is that ME3102 has officially started. Beginning to foresee a semester of despair and desperation trying to "build" the stoopid robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Witnessed a lot of extremes yesterday night. Something that i thought was SWEET, TOUCHING yet PAS-SE was regarded as PSYCHOTIC n SCARY by others. Haha actually i felt sorry for that guy after knowing more about what happened and what is going to happen. Hehe maybe as what they say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its because you can relate to him ma, thats y u empathize with him."&lt;br /&gt;Yup yup! Its perfectly true. I am feeling sad cause i can really feel how he feel. Hate to see hearts broken and dreams shattered when it comes to this kinda BGR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That stoopid YC is breathing down my neck le.... he is so super ONZ! Haiz.. think i also have to start taking things seriously regardless whether its PAH or ME3102. This time, I AM GOING TO BE THE ONE WHO IS MAKING A DIFFERENCE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Can suddenly c that a lot of things is starting to change...* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113472018611400943?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113472018611400943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113472018611400943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113472018611400943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113472018611400943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/12/chapter-1612.html' title='Chapter 16/12'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113424439810005243</id><published>2005-12-11T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T03:53:18.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 11/12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone has their spacies in life that they DO NOT want pple to tread onto... not even the slightest attempt to step in will be permitted. So i DO ALSO HAVE MY LIMITS... No matter how close a friend or whoever u are, whenever u cross that line, i will just ask u to FUCK OFF!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/keep-out.jpg" height="300" width="500" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113424439810005243?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113424439810005243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113424439810005243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113424439810005243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113424439810005243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/12/chapter-1112.html' title='Chapter 11/12'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113415374936533676</id><published>2005-12-10T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T02:44:34.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 10/12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha finally did the intial stage of design for JamX T-shirt. True enough, it lived up to my expectations that IT WUN PASS BRYAN's vetting. Haha yup yup. The design was rejected. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Haha what sort of design can you expect when i woke up at 9am in the morning n started doing it before the meeting at 1pm in the afternoon. And i dun even dare to tell him this cause i think he will be blowing his top if he hears this. Anyway, gotta go n redo the design man... though it looks good except for the front logo which i myself personally dun like.&lt;br /&gt;But B4 getting down to re-designing... haha its my nature to procrastinate. So i guess i wun be doing it until he starts chasing me around for the design...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/jamx_final.jpg" height="400" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Tired...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113415374936533676?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113415374936533676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113415374936533676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113415374936533676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113415374936533676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/12/chapter-1012.html' title='Chapter 10/12'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113398142778235213</id><published>2005-12-08T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T02:50:27.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 08/12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been on a running fervor lately. Doing long distances instead of the norm route that i usually jog. Yah... LONG means 8-10km. Not good at gauging with my feet but i only know that it took me about an hour to finish running so i think its around that distance eh? Haha yah yah.. 8-10km is like nothing compared to those marathon runnner... maybe thats their warm-up even?? Haha but its been Eons since i did such kinda running... hmmm.. about 3years plus since i was still in 1SIR?? So its quite miraculous that i am still alive walking..&lt;br /&gt;Damn... n my foot is still feeling sore with some blisters... seems like the pair of running shoes can no longer cushion my feet. LOUSY BROOkS!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jaded in the ever familiar life* -.&lt;/span&gt;-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113398142778235213?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113398142778235213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113398142778235213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113398142778235213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113398142778235213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/12/chapter-0812.html' title='Chapter 08/12'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113380422056568134</id><published>2005-12-06T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T01:49:55.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 06/12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I encountered this problem that in my life recently that have been bothering me cause i cant seem to solve it. Ok! here is how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;A fisherman went fishing at a pond. Inside the pond there was only a fish. Holding in his hand was a 1m long fishing rod. No matter how hard the fisherman cast his rod, he could neber reach the fish cause the fish was swimming 2m away from him. The fisherman tried to perfect his casting skills but it doesn't seem to help cause the fish was still 2m away from him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The next faithful day, the fisherman went back to the same fishing pond. This time he brought a 2m fishing rod with him. He casted the fishing rod with all his might... however, the fish swam further away. This time the fish was 3m away from him.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113380422056568134?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113380422056568134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113380422056568134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113380422056568134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113380422056568134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/12/chapter-0612.html' title='Chapter 06/12'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113372251502664154</id><published>2005-12-05T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T03:01:59.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 05/12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Revamped my blog, changed the skin to something "WHITE" in preparation for X'mas&lt;br /&gt;Haha X'mas dun really have any meaning to me since i am no catholic, christian, evangelist, methodist, etc... but just feel like embracing the festive season in a lighter mood ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing exciting during my holidays, guess I have reached the plateau of school life where holidays have become a broadway house for me to rest my tired brains and prepare for the semester ahead. &lt;---- so dun blame me for all the boring entry lah ;p GOnna have PAH interview for the organising com later in at 10am n i am starting to feel tired le.. haha starting to hope that i will have "quality" people coming for the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To MY BLOG!!: Actually its quite amusing to look at stoopid Calvin making funny faces at me... haha enjoy staring blankly at him -.-"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113372251502664154?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113372251502664154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113372251502664154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113372251502664154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113372251502664154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/12/chapter-0512.html' title='Chapter 05/12'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113355344316139192</id><published>2005-12-03T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T03:58:19.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 03/12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Yeah!! i finally finish compiling my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;TO-DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt; list for this holiday of 1month!! its so freaking short and i doubt i can be able to clear most of them... damn it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;APPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Symbian OS softwares for my phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;8 pack abs!!  ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;PAH06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Windsurfing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Refurbish my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;FLASH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; LINUX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ME3102&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Driving license&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Haiz... blood screening report will take 2 days n they will mail the results to me... lets just hope that everything will turn out well n its just an over reaction eh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113355344316139192?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113355344316139192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113355344316139192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113355344316139192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113355344316139192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/12/chapter-0312_03.html' title='Chapter 03/12'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113355231800822531</id><published>2005-12-03T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T03:48:31.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 03/12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;OMG~ i just spent 3 hr 30mins surfing the net and looking at my IBOOK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;hmm starting to feel the strong temptation to buy the new IBOOK G4 but then my bro keeps saying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"U sure ya wanna buy a laptop? You wun be using your desktop after u get ya laptop.... no one will juggle with both computers one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;yah yah i know the desk top in my room is just like 2years old... a P4 processor with 512 ram that can last me for another 2-3 years... yah yah i know that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;BUT!!! BuT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ok... so its my fault.. thot initially that i will be playing a lot of PC games so i chose a desktop but now it seems that i have lived past the age of games or rather i dun have time for games.. so now really having deep considerations if i will be needing the lappie not??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/ibook.jpg" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The given specs:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;IBOOK G4 /1.41 GHz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;1.42 GHz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;14" TFT flat panel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ATI Mobility Raedon 9550 with 32MB DDR  SDRAM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;60 GB HDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;512 DDR (333 MHz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;2 USB 2.0 port&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Slot loading Super Drive (DVD/CD CDRW)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;--- thot this only works with the Powerbook??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Built-in 56K V.92 modem (RJ-11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Built-in 10/100BaseT Ethernet (RJ-45)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Airport Extreme Ready, with Airport Extreme Card included, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Built in BlueTooth 2.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;So how?? Any computer geeks around to give me some advice??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113355231800822531?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113355231800822531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113355231800822531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113355231800822531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113355231800822531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/12/chapter-0312.html' title='Chapter 03/12'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113301627702642238</id><published>2005-11-26T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T22:46:27.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 26/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hahaha my 23th bdae has past in a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;So fast! 23?&lt;br /&gt;Ha! I dun believe it.... nevertheless its quite comforting to receive bdae wishes, SMS&lt;br /&gt;hmm... 21 pple rem my bdae (including some late wishes) haha starting to lose my popularity i guess cause could see the drop in numbers.&lt;br /&gt;Wo~ i will be turning 24 next year... thanks to W who keep reminding me that next yr is our 2nd "DOG" cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;table style="width: 661px; height: 264px;" class="yellowBG" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="10"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;       &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://g.astrology.com/cs/cs_arrow_bullet.gif" height="13" width="12" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="darkGreyMedBold"&gt;Section 1: The Inner You: Your Real Motivation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You are a gambler and an adventurer at heart, one who loves to take risks, to discover and explore new worlds, and to take the untried path rather than the safe, reliable one. You are an independent soul, freedom-loving, and often very restless. You need a lifestyle that provides opportunities for travel, movement, change, and meeting new people. A steady routine which offers much in the way of security but little in the way of space and freedom is odious to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://g.astrology.com/cs/cs_arrow_bullet.gif" height="13" width="12" /&gt; &lt;span class="darkGreyMedBold"&gt;Section 2: Mental Interests and Abilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; You possess vision and foresight, and your mind is often occupied with big ideas, plans, and goals for the future. You are interested in what is possible and what is on the horizon, rather than what has already been done. The study of philosophy, religion, politics, or education is of interest to you, and you are more concerned with theories and concepts than with specific applications. You are not inclined to focus on any one practical, concrete area; you find it irksome to deal with details and particulars. You have a gambling instinct and enjoy speculative enterprises and new ventures. Business, advertising, and promotion would be good areas for you also.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;  &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113301627702642238?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113301627702642238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113301627702642238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113301627702642238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113301627702642238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/11/chapter-2611.html' title='Chapter 26/11'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113258629135862609</id><published>2005-11-21T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:23:19.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 21/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(225, 9, 0);"&gt;16号爱人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;苦苦坚持经已没意思为何不可以&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;由我去决定谁才应该在我心中拥有位置&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;当你下次要玩伴时手机按到没电时&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;情愿你别来找这失势女子&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;想起当时蠢也没法子纯情得可以&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;男生中只得你赠我戒指&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;原来就算最爱我不过暂时名次每隔两日都改变位置&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;一变四四变十二来到这礼拜更加讽刺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;何以我变了你的十六号爱人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;随便碰上哪个她都比我更有趣吸引&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;偶尔我亦愿我是别人能转个化身共你再蜜运&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;我以前是冠军怎会惯做后备爱人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;曾经也上到最高逐渐滑落谷底的暗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;看见未来双脚已在震&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;因我说过爱是无憾才会受教训&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;谦卑的人只要做亚军仍然很兴奋&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;谁知吞声忍气就变季军&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;谁人话我会纵你勾搭别人连跌到四五六七都会默允&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;忍了你你更薄幸能叫我跌到永不超生&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;不想再竞逐你的吻我怕嬴了惹公愤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;面对几千个敌军终日查问是谁幸运做你本周冠军&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;何以我变了你的十六号爱人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;随便碰上那个她都比我更美更吸引&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;最怕以后位置再下沉完结了也好恨也再别恨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;我以前是冠军怎会惯做后备爱人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;曾经也上过冠军现在份外深深不忿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;你那热唇她吻我又吻&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;当你变了这样随便谁个又要吻&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113258629135862609?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113258629135862609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113258629135862609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113258629135862609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113258629135862609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/11/chapter-2111.html' title='Chapter 21/11'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113250033753013926</id><published>2005-11-20T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:28:40.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 20/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY STOMACH IS HURTING LIKE HELL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4got how many crunches, reverse abs and sit ups i just did... kept doing until i ended up with stomach crumps...&lt;br /&gt;Shit... it really hurts... but its not helping much... i deserve it...&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha!! Self inflicting pain seems like the best cure for self inflicted hurt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ouch...... -.-" *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113250033753013926?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113250033753013926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113250033753013926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113250033753013926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113250033753013926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/11/chapter-2011.html' title='Chapter 20/11'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113216114167397649</id><published>2005-11-17T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T01:14:02.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 16/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Got something stuck in my throat... or izzit in my oesophagus... i think its stuck inside my chest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Can some one help me?? Take a knife and dig it out for me can?? Thankz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/rat-poison.jpg" height="500" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Has Anyone ever have something stuck in their heart...&lt;br /&gt; something that they cannot scream out nor cry out to... if you ever have.... u have my empathy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113216114167397649?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113216114167397649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113216114167397649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113216114167397649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113216114167397649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/11/chapter-1611.html' title='Chapter 16/11'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113200210004300781</id><published>2005-11-15T05:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T05:01:40.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 15/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/bdae.jpg" height="500" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113200210004300781?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113200210004300781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113200210004300781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113200210004300781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113200210004300781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/11/chapter-1511.html' title='Chapter 15/11'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113146703378327659</id><published>2005-11-09T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T00:23:53.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 09/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;EXams R Coming!! i guess i am super stressed up over this sem exam...&lt;br /&gt;1. I am taking alot more modules this sem.. to the extent i think i am overloading.. 7modules ley!!&lt;br /&gt;2. All the ME3 modules seem much tougher than what i have been learning&lt;br /&gt;3. I dun have enough time to study!! Or even if i study le i still dun feel confident about it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end i think i ended up in as psycho loose on the streets... i spent $28.92 on chocs... YES!! chocs... think i am going to grow fat again... -.-"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113146703378327659?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113146703378327659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113146703378327659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113146703378327659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113146703378327659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/11/chapter-0911.html' title='Chapter 09/11'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113119755029448492</id><published>2005-11-05T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T21:37:40.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 05/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Admist the boring lect and still air in LT7. My handphone started shaking... *zi... zi...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWINS IS IN SINGAPORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*zi... zi...* my phone vibrated again... this time it was a call...I took a picture with Charlene.... she is so cute!!! I MMS u the pic hor!!&lt;br /&gt;ARghhhh!!! how i wish i can rush down to the airport!!! u lucky guy!!!&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot admit his luck.... working in the airport sure has its advantages... so out of courtesy.. i think i shall "pay tribute" to this guy who took pictures with Charlene by posting the MMS he send me on my Blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/william1.jpg" height="800" width="800" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;  Cool right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Disclaimer:  No monkeys were hurt during the shooting of this picture*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113119755029448492?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113119755029448492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113119755029448492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113119755029448492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113119755029448492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/11/chapter-0511.html' title='Chapter 05/11'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113103829218140423</id><published>2005-11-04T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T00:19:12.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 04/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Been riding the tides cecently!! Yeah!! I finally got the post of PD for PAH.. haha its gonna be my final SP that i will be doing in NUS i guess. Despite suffering from the burn out from HR2002 and EG1415 and the pressing report for ME3101 i really shld say i am digging my own grave by doing the mass mailer for PAH OC...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;wahaha but i just cant help it!! Feeling euphoric over my successful selection that i am so eager to impress people... haha be awed by the magnificient creation of CK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/painthome3.jpg" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;wahaha its my 1st attempt at photoshop at this stoopid pic took it 4hrs to do it... did from 12 all the way to 4 in the morning... haiz... sadly in my state of "drunkness" i made a lot of mistakes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;BUT GUESS WHAT I SAW 2DAY!!! IN THE PAPERS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 322px; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/abs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 300px; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/abs1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;                                &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   BEFORE!!!     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                          AFTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;omg!! this then is what i call PHOTOSHOP!! look at his BOD!! look at his ABS!! look at his complexion!!! HAIL TO THE ALMIGTHY who invented this software!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;think i shld start practising photoshop and 4get about solidworks??who needs 3d CAD drawings when u can draw ur own bodies??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113103829218140423?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113103829218140423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113103829218140423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113103829218140423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113103829218140423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/11/chapter-0411.html' title='Chapter 04/11'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-113008078166295879</id><published>2005-10-23T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T23:38:00.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SunDAy... Chapter 23/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Today i finally found time to do some of these "time wasting" things such as blogging and reading other people's blog. Even though so, I admit that i feel guilty for peeping at "ITs" blog and even more shitty to be affected by what is written. WTH... there is nothing more for u man!! Just snap out of it!!&lt;br /&gt;I am finally liberated from my EG1415 n my HR2002... Phew! less the PPT and the final paper.. now the headache is ME3101&lt;br /&gt;Guess no one ever knew how i felt... doing this project is not only academically stressful. I have to learn so many EE things (that i have freaking no knowledge on) on my own! Worst of all, its so chim n my NUS supervisor is not helping as all!! Time to show yourself fairy godmother!!&lt;br /&gt;But thats not the most disturbing thing. The most troubling thing is... MY BRO IS INVOLVED IN THIS!! He is the supervisor from the company!! All of them think that i can ask my bro for help.. BUT does anyone of your know that i DUN ASK HIM for help?? Its like an unannouced challenge btw him n me.. I have MY ego!! I dun have to depend on him! I dun wanna live in his shadows!! Its tough i know... but i know i have to try. No i am not saying that our r/p is very bad but at least i dun wanna pull strings or depend on him. In fact our r/p is much better nowadays compared to when we were young. To implicate things, that stoopid GL thinks bro is helping me alot so he keep giving ambugious answers or those bo chup seh...NB i really feel like wacking him... anyone wanna join in?? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;*Since i am in the zone le... might as well continue bitching right??*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a friend: Do u know that everytime u tell me about your stuff, IT HURTS? U know that i have not gotten over my story.. so y are involving me in another story? Its like a kinda Deja vu feeling. "WHAT SHLD I DO?? HOW COME THINGS TURN OUT THIS WAY?? TELL ME WHY??"&lt;br /&gt;Its not that i dun wanna help u or listen to you but I am still trying to bury this shit ass thing as deep as i can....so plz dun blame me for the shitty answers or the guai lan answers....&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.... i think this entry will raise alot of comotion again... sometimes it just hurt to listen to the truth... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRUST ME&lt;/span&gt;...i really know...i really empathize..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this video clip... its so idea.. but i dun noe if it works on my BLog.. anyway, enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;PS: it takes some time to load.. be patient.. good things are worth the wait.. n i gurantee that its good~ ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="vpdiv"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.veryfunnydownloads.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed id="MediaPlayer" type="application/x-mplayer2" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/MediaPlayer/" src="http://downloads1.veryfunnydownloads.com/downloads/videos1/bowling2.wmv" name="MediaPlayer" showstatusbar="0" enablecontextmenu="0" showcontrols="1" autosize="0" height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.veryfunnydownloads.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-113008078166295879?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/113008078166295879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=113008078166295879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113008078166295879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/113008078166295879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/10/sunday-chapter-2310.html' title='SunDAy... Chapter 23/10'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-112911807926654993</id><published>2005-10-12T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T22:47:59.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so BIZ until i 4got when i wrote this</title><content type='html'>Hk's disney land is up le!! Haiz.. i just came back from HK last year. YES!! that was b4 the disney land was up and now that stoopid KW keep asking me to go HK. How to?? I am neither an ASK nor a Hongkie!! Think the only comforting excuse i can use is that the place is being flooded by tons of PRC now. So its only wise to go at a later date so meanwhile we just enjoy the pictures eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a super cool website with the pictures. Isn't the place just beautiful?? Damn!! i really feel like going there now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alig="center" src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/disney.jpg" height="300" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotop.net/Cola/StarFireworks"&gt;CLick HERE DISNEY!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is one more ------&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotop.net/slideshow/Cola/Inside%20"&gt;DISNEY!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-112911807926654993?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/112911807926654993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=112911807926654993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112911807926654993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112911807926654993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-so-biz-until-i-4got-when-i-wrote.html' title='I am so BIZ until i 4got when i wrote this'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-112897012022734338</id><published>2005-10-11T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T19:32:02.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 11/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I am really getting more and more psychotic like what W say. I simply like the thrill of my projects piling on me. Love the adrenalin rush flowing to my brains of being a procrastinator. Love the throbbing heartache I get while trying to stay awake to finish my stuff. Love battling with my neuro-senses to keep my eye lids open. Love the thought of sleeping at 3 and wake up at 8. Haha I am turning into a SM freak!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;W got “axed” today by Emirates. Shattered are his ego, his dreams, his pride and most of all I think he lost his certificate of proof. His proof that he is leading a much better life now (that’s what I think lah -.-?). But look on the bright side, HE will definitely return something back to you one lah…. That’s the equal xchange law….. rem??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh.. b4 I end this, wind surfing this 23rd or 29 and 30th this month!! any takers??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-112897012022734338?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/112897012022734338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=112897012022734338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112897012022734338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112897012022734338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/10/chapter-1110.html' title='Chapter 11/10'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-112864185588923029</id><published>2005-10-07T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T00:11:15.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 07/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;-Let my thoughts flow i shall-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Off the lights in my room,&lt;br /&gt;Lit up the candle on my desk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much emotions have entered my mind recently, clouding my thinking. Things never seem to fall in place when i have this kinda feelings. Run away i would always tell them but they never did. Hiding them was the only remedy for me. I think its time i stop being so rational and start becoming more affective? Perhaps i wun be so effective but i would be happier i guess. Letting my heart take the lead for once instead of my mind. Strangely those things that keep bugging me are not my feelings but other people's thoughts. Many things have happened recently. Many people have found a new lease of life while others have lost their orientation for now. Felt happy yet sad for W cause he is going thru a rough patch now. Reminisce of my past while looking at him. Nmind its all the past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a friend: Dun keep thinging about how things are now but take a probe into y things have become so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to feel that my life revolves around those around me. This bring me back to the basic question. Then where really is my life, where can i find it? Or who can i be able to find it in. It seems like the more i probe into this sort of questions, the more i dun understand myself. But i did realize that my life is getting rather boring at this stage. Prob because i am at the stage of upgrading myself... my thirst for knowledge is incredibly growing! SHiok!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-112864185588923029?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/112864185588923029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=112864185588923029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112864185588923029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112864185588923029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/10/chapter-0710.html' title='Chapter 07/10'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-112775618749697029</id><published>2005-09-27T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T01:41:01.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 27/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Read a super intesting article about diversity 2day and i thought of blogging it down. But after some serious thoughts about the recent 2guys who were charged with "virtual" racist remarks, i decided to give it a pass. HEY!! who knows i might be the next one sitting behind bars after i finished typing it down??&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah!! heck it lah.. think i just tone down abit hor?? So much so for embracing diversity when we are restricted from making free speeches about our views. True enough, it will propagate a more orderly and obedient society but isn't it like avoiding the sensitive topic and covering it up?? THats so unconstructive learning according to HRM2002 ----&gt; think i shld also @ a disclaimer here to save my ass...&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: The author is not responsible for any provocating thoughts after any "tresspassers" read this article. No specific social group is targeted and all words are pure thoughts from the author. (hmm... how this will keep be away from bars??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA enuff of the HRM shitting.. now something more personal. Been feeling super off-tracked nowadays. SO BIZ until i dun noe what to do... so many fall outs!! so many chances but i lost them.. let them slip out of my hands!!! n so many un-given chances!!&lt;br /&gt;Basically all this means i am super suai these few days... n i think i have not reach the bottom yet.. so all u guys n gers out there... RUN IF U C ME!! cause my suai-ness is contagious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ok.. just now was the subtle part.. now comes the serious part*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant belive how unlucky one can get when his luck is going downslope... IS ENGIN CANTEEN FOOD REALLY THAT NICE!! get the hell out of our canteen lah!!!!! uptown pple dun belong here!! Haiz.. actually i can blame no one..... things always happen on the adversity... when u want things to turn out this way, they will turn out for the worst. ( think a more familar phrase will be MURPHY'S LAW)... nmind... 1 more sem n ur GONE!!.......&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gone but still THERE -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;ps... lets hope that miracles do exist....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-112775618749697029?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/112775618749697029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=112775618749697029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112775618749697029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112775618749697029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/09/chapter-2709.html' title='Chapter 27/09'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-112662230816540466</id><published>2005-09-13T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T22:38:29.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Cannot resist the temptation to blog after reading thru all my friend's blog. Seems like a lot of friends have been going thru a rough patch recently. Hmmm... maybe this period is greatly magnified by the Katrina catastrophe?? cause i have been super hetic that i have lost touch with my feelings...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. bread and sch work b4 emotions?? maybe... but the irony of this is that i still have to squeeze time out of all this shit to do social errands... argghhh shldn't touch on all the JAMX stuff... think it will bored me to death.&lt;br /&gt;Yah btw sis is back.. back from Japan for a week.. Suprised that the japanese culture has managed to change her into a domestic MARIA now.. helping out to pack this and do.. do all the house work.. n the sinful thing is that i feel that my pace life have been disturbed by her return. Trying to give the room back to her while i need it more.. trying to make her fit in n feel warmth. All the fake hospitality that does not seem to help bridge the gap.. what a bad brother i am...&lt;br /&gt;opppsss... think i shld go do more constructive stuff liaoz&lt;br /&gt;till next time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-112662230816540466?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/112662230816540466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=112662230816540466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112662230816540466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112662230816540466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/09/1309.html' title='13/09'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-112602139382455518</id><published>2005-09-06T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:46:44.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChoICES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Today I was faced with a tough choice again.. But before that, I had the most boring life again in school. Late for lecture, notes dun match the things that the lecturer is talking about and 2 boring tutorials after the lecture. After that have to rush down for tuition.. YESH!! tuition.. erm.. but this time I am the tutor instead of the tutee..&lt;br /&gt;Spoilt brat from China!! Living in a big condo in Queens Condo....well to do family...have a cute lovely dog.... a maid that waits on him.... n the worst thing is.. he never do the homework i gave him!!&lt;br /&gt;"Oh.. i feel asleep just now while looking at the questions"&lt;br /&gt;What the !!!! Feel like wacking him up on the spot..... know that i am giving him tuition then he still give me the sleepy sleepy just wake up look.. actually he just woke up lor!! Nmind.. then excceed my 1.5hour. Took me about 2hr... NO OT claims ley!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then after that came a phone call. I had to made a tough choice. YESH!! i hate to make choices.. B asked me if i am still working for Cali.. Tempted by the $$ i agreed and she asked for my slots that i wanna take.&lt;br /&gt;I AM TAKING 7MODS THIS SEM!! WITH THIS STOOPID DESIGN MODULE DLINE THAT IS PILING ON ME!! TUTORING THIS RASCAL!! DO U THINK I STILL HAVE TIME!!&lt;br /&gt;But i still feel like working so that she will not kick me out of her contacts for dragger.. hmm.. maybe 4times a month so that she will still rem my name?? But i guess that will means i have to forgo a lot of other commitments. Have to squeeze more time for studying and LESS SOCIAL LIFE!! ARGGGHHH!!! help!!!&lt;br /&gt;I finally figured that i can still work on SAt... at most dun go out lor.. or go out after work ( though i will be super shag le).... or work the whole week during my mid-term break??&lt;br /&gt;"Erm... Can i call u back later??"&lt;br /&gt;"OK!"&lt;br /&gt;I din call back.... still pondering over my decision.. SHLD I or SHLD I NOT?? Dun like making bad choices that will make my life more miserable cause its miserable enough. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-112602139382455518?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/112602139382455518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=112602139382455518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112602139382455518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112602139382455518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/09/choices.html' title='ChoICES'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-112593827722555703</id><published>2005-09-06T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:25:28.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>天气会不会变</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;A lot of things have been happening for the past week. A lot of impromptu things that turned my life from heaven to hell...Haha Ok lah... not so extreme till such a stage. But guess it really did affect me or at least the people around me..&lt;br /&gt;Human beings are becoming more n more complex. DO we value other's feelings anymore?? Or are we turning into selfish beings. Recently some one told me about a story n YES i do agree that human emotions change... THEY DO CHANGE!! its only a matter of when and how... Come to think of it, I used to mock at people who are stuborn and obstinate but now i think i shld laugh at the irony of things. To change or NOT TO?? I will take the former... but only to "change for the better". Not to take sides, I agree that i Change too!! But its this change that i adopt while trying to cling onto the original self.. not very successful though... Good things r meant to kept while bad things thrown.&lt;br /&gt;Made an interesting observation from the plight of those around me. Only those that are sufferring will "feel" for those around them. Take an analogy for instance.. A begger will understand the thoughts of a fellow begger, the pain and the experience.. BUT if that begger becomes rich one day, he will no longer care how his fellow beggers feel. Maybe he will even find them a pest, dirty and stinko! Similarly, a pretty person would neber bother to know how a ugly person feels.. Y BOTHER!! Right?? Its none of my CONCERN!! Its prettty sad to know that the r/p around is build on such a basis... so what happens when they leave your encirclement? or if you leave theirs?? Time to say BYE BYE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The scythe is inching on my throat.. ready to slit anytime.. Just waiting... waiting for the perfect moment... So helpless laying under the wrath of IT... Praying that light will shine once again to relinquish this grip.. to change hell to heaven.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a bad choice to confront Truth...but being a BitchY person with a dying curiosity and an unfuillable thirst for answers... i did... lest start praying now k?? that light will shine once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)   Its a jumble of influx thoughts and rubbish that i just wanna blog b4 they are all gone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-112593827722555703?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/112593827722555703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=112593827722555703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112593827722555703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112593827722555703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='天气会不会变'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-112533616950040491</id><published>2005-08-30T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T23:48:52.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 30/8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been super biz recently to really blog properly.. so i guess i will be taking a short break from blogging to ease my tight schedule.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for those that came in hope of some crap that they can read to kill time... Here is a damn good flash animation that your can go and WAH! Ooo~~ AHHH!! on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tabmok99.mortalkombatonline.com/mk_vs_sf.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click Here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the FLash!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-112533616950040491?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/112533616950040491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=112533616950040491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112533616950040491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112533616950040491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/08/chapter-308.html' title='Chapter 30/8'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-112508043825010727</id><published>2005-08-27T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T02:20:38.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 27/8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Went drinking again 2day... this time with JW. He brought me to this place called Mewton Hotel. Hahaa dun be fooled by its name.. its not really so much of a hotel like the others. Its a pretty run down place. First in order to get there... have to really walk into a deep and dark deserted lane.&lt;br /&gt;At 1st sight, it looks like those haunted mansion that always appear on horror movies... especially at night. Its really really errie with the wooden slits trying to keep the building in place and the stand alone building hidden in concealment behind the undergrowth.&lt;br /&gt;The only entrance is through the steel gate that seem rusty. There's no air con and no lavish furnishing.. only fans dangling from the ceiling, trying real hard to serve its life sentence. The stench of dust and the wood greeted me when i stepped into the building. The place was not even lighted up...with only a small light bulb at the counter n i could barely make out the shape of the "bartender" from the counter. Squinting my eyes, it was a lady. She turned and looked at us as if we have invaded into her territory, disturbing her from the serenity. Then did i hear the familiar sound... the music coming out from a radio!! It was 933....Lucky JW had been a regular to the place and after getting our can of beer, we sat down to chat n rest. It was then did i had a good look at the place. The place was really dilapidated, it look like those kinda building from the 80s. Yah!! preserved and stored in a ulu ulu corner at ORCHARD!! Its like those kinda buildings from the Jap occupation!! The furniture is old from age with those retro cushions from the 80s. Haha i can even picture ANG MOH sailors in their uniform partying and dancing around the place!!&lt;br /&gt;Okok enough of Mewton. After that we headed down to GRapeVine at serangoon. An exact contrast from Mewton i would say... Aircon with red cosy striking cushion. Its a great place!! and i like it cause its a place where beautiful pple hang out.. Cheap yet relaxing place to chill out minus the point that its FAR!!  its a kinda place that you can just sit back and waste the rest of your night away doing nothing except talking and stoning... (ain't i getting old??) but the stoopid is.. the place close at 1am!! What a waste.... So home was the final stop left....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-112508043825010727?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/112508043825010727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=112508043825010727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112508043825010727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112508043825010727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/08/chapter-278.html' title='Chapter 27/8'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-112481330080176488</id><published>2005-08-24T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T00:08:20.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOur BEAUTIFUL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;James Blunt - You're Beautiful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My life is brilliant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My love is pure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw an angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of that I'm sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She smiled at me on the subway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She was with another man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I won't lose no sleep on that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Cause I've got a plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw you face in a crowded place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah, she caught my eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As we walked on by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She could see from my face that I was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fucking high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I don't think that I'll see her again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But we shared a moment that will last till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw you face in a crowded place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;There must be an angel with a smile on her face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;When she thought up that I should be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;But it's time to face the truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;I will never be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-112481330080176488?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/112481330080176488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=112481330080176488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112481330080176488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112481330080176488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/08/your-beautiful.html' title='YOur BEAUTIFUL!'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-112472586662040477</id><published>2005-08-22T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T23:51:06.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;School work is starting to pile up and i think i am staring to induce uneccessary stress on myself. Forcing myself to chew my lecture notes even though i am not in the mood and not absorbing anything. Drifting away in the lecture, i discovered a miraculous creation that no one have ever published... (thanks to materials engin..)&lt;br /&gt;I discovered one thing on earth that will break without any physical stress exerted to it. Some that is so frail yet strong at times. Something that will crumple at the slightest provacation yet be able to weather tonnes of other stress.  Something called the HEART... YES!! its such a beautiful creation that people often like to marvel and examine it. Trying to understand their own heart... trying to find thousand and one ways to mend back the holes and sew back the wounds that are deeply engraved in it.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... think till now there is no logical explaination to it eh??? Maybe there still wun be in the near future?? IF anyone ever find any replacement for it.. can the kind soul please tell me?? So i can changed mine??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-112472586662040477?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/112472586662040477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=112472586662040477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112472586662040477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112472586662040477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/08/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-112464478110284490</id><published>2005-08-22T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T01:24:23.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National DAy ReALLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Was stuck at home on a wonderful Sunday. Cooling morning brought by the blissful rain early in the day to make me have a wonderful sleep. Just the perfect day to hug my bolster and cuddle under the blanket.&lt;br /&gt;*Ok!! back to reality... was actually at home cause no one jio-ed me out and there was no where that i could possibly go....so i stoned at home to be a couch potato*&lt;br /&gt;Spend the day watching lame kids programs and dumb retro shows like 最佳拍档 (wonder how come i used to like this kinda shows..) but luckily i catched some constructive program. National Day Rally...&lt;br /&gt;The National Day Rally speech is a speech given by the prime minister to rally fellow Singaporean citizens. To gather support, meet out the direction that Singapore will be heading in the next few decades and the new policies that the government will be implementing to improve the economy.&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time that i ever listen to the National Rally Speech cause i thought it was suppose to be boring, But heck.. what can be more boring than staying at home reading lect notes?? And it turn out to be quite a captivating speech by Mr Lee Hsien Long.&lt;br /&gt;But i found something funny about what he said... he mentioned about extending the age of retirement and he qouted an example of a front desk recep at a SPA centre. That companies would seek only age below 35 and turn away job seekers that are 40years old as their recep. What such companies need is only a front desk recep and as such, an experienced worker is more qualified for the job rather than stating age as their judging criteria..Companies should change their mentality!!&lt;br /&gt;What i think Mr Lee missed out about this point is.. he qouted a bad example!! LOOK!! we are examing a SPA saloon here!! SPA equates to BEAUTY = RELAXATION = PERFECTION = YOUTH!! Not much people would fancy going to a SPA centre where they are greeted by a erm... AH MA.. Its an unspoken rule that recep are supposed to be young beauty ladies who wear mini skirt to work everyday n soak their face in make-up powder before they report to work. You shldn't blame the poor company for practising such marketing strategies to compete.&lt;br /&gt;Then he touched on the part about building up the Marina region with this and that.. WAH!! I was fascinated and in fact looking forward cause this would mean that i would have more place to hang out... but WAIT!! MORE CONSTRUCTION = MORE BLANGAHS!!! Arghhh.. i cannot picture this anymore!! Have you ever taken a walk down your popular tourist spot that your so proud of during National Day?? (&lt;---Sentosa) The pearly white sand, blue lagoons are all contaminated by those blangahs!! Wearing just a nearly translucent cotton CROCODILE UNDERWEAR running along Palawan Beach stepping on the hot babes lying on the sun in their bikini... Climbing trees and playing tug while we were playing beach volleyball. OMG!! i can imagine the vast of marina being dotted with BLangahs having their picnic in future.....HELP!!! But still Mr Lee did motivate me with his speech.. the togetherness of Singaporeans as a whole n the identity that we carry with us. GOOD SPEECH MR LEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-112464478110284490?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/112464478110284490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=112464478110284490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112464478110284490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112464478110284490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/08/national-day-really.html' title='National DAy ReALLY'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-112447713265516799</id><published>2005-08-20T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T02:45:32.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Noticed that i have been blogging very frequently these few days. Guess I am hooked to it and also probably cause i got nothing better to do that blog at night.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Cl and Phoe just now for dinner. It had been a very very long time since i met up with my these JC class mates. Conferred as the attitudes in our class, I was feeling skeptical in joining them for dinner. Furthermore, there was not much common topic since Cl was now working and Phoe studying in SIM. N THE WORST THING WAS THEY ARE MEETING AT PARKWAY!! CAUSE ITS NEARER TO THEIR HOUSE.... but heck lah.. its a night when the bitches unite!&lt;br /&gt;I was super late so i had to take a cab down. 8bucks!! n that stoopid uncle tried to cheat me by adding the 1buck peak hour. Luckily i was alert enough to know that the peak hour is over. Anyway, we had dinner at SAKAE and it was a luky night for me cause that waitress forgot to key in my Teriyaki Don! Since CL was signing with her LAdies CArd and seeing that my item was only the Agadaeshi Tofu, she treated me!! ;p&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Beach Hut for beer. My 1st time there but found that the place is actually quite a good chill out place. Comfty place with the good ambience except for the noisy band which i thot was good at 1st. But suprising, the crowd kept pouring in even though i thot that the music was lousy. We did a lot of catching up and bitching. Really bring back old memories... yah... really really OLD memories. All of us felt that we have grown old... After that we all grew tired so we walked CL home while i lombang Phoe on the cab to Tanjong Katong Mall before i head home.&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, I though about alot of things... finally realize the similarity of us CJCians that I dun really see in NUS. Hate to admit to it but we are really not those scholars type. We always pontan, neber mug, fail exams, skip school n dun study well unlike those people. But we have our character! A character that I cannot find in those NUS chao muggers! A unqiue character that makes us stand out from others and let us feel good about ourself!&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw... the drinks were also on CL, this means my whole night expenditure was only on the  20bucks cab fare... makes me feel like a "small white"... haiz... what to do.. my spending power can no longer match hers cause she is working now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I am going to wake up from the STUPOR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-112447713265516799?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/112447713265516799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=112447713265516799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112447713265516799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112447713265516799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/08/stupor.html' title='Stupor!'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-112437632770002087</id><published>2005-08-18T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T22:47:47.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A story to tell.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I believe everyone have heard about the story about of boarding buses at the bus stop? Ok, for the benefits of those that have no idea what I am blahhing about or those that are still cracking their heads trying to recall the stody, I will type it all out.&lt;br /&gt;There's this guy who was waiting at a bus stop and not long after standing there, his bus came. It was a single deck bus fully packed with people.&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyoh.. so squeezy and no place to sit some more. I think i will wait for the next bus." He thought to himself.&lt;br /&gt;After waiting for a while, another bus came. This time, it was an empty and run down bus.&lt;br /&gt;"Wah! This bus so lok kok!  n there is no air con some more. I think i will wait for the next bus." He told himself.&lt;br /&gt;So he continued waiting and waiting. This time round he waited for a longer time than usual and finally his bus came. It was a single decked air-con bus with few passengers. The bus stopped in front of him waiting for him to board.&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm... I think i should wait for a double decker bus so that i can enjoy the scenery during the ride." So the bus driver drove away closing the door behind on him.&lt;br /&gt;The guy continued waiting for his bus. After waiting for a very very long time, he was very pissed off and he looked at the watch to see how long he was waited for his bus. To his amazement, it was 0030!! There was no more bus!! The bus that had left was his last bus!! Laughing at his only foolishness, he grabbed his bag and walked home.&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting at the bus stop at Tiong Bahru. There are 2 buses there that goes to my place, 195 n 123. 195 does not alight at my place but rather one stop ahead and i have to take a 5mins walk back home from the bus stop and 123 goes straight to my place. But the frequency of 195 is much much faster than 123. I had once waited for 123 for half an hour while witnessing 3 195 drive past me.&lt;br /&gt;*Okok!! back to my story!!*&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting at the bus stop when 195 came. It was near the rush hour and alot of people are trying to squeeze onto the bus. Keeping the BUS STORY in mind, i joined the queue with those KSKS people while peering over in hope that 123 will come. Nope! So i boarded the bus and alighted at the bus stop one stop before my place. As i was half way through the walk, I noticed a bus whop past me... it was 123..... -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morale of the story:&lt;br /&gt;                                        1) Not all stories are good stories.......&lt;br /&gt;                                        2) Do not trust all those stories that you hear......&lt;br /&gt;                                        3) Take buses that go straight to your house....&lt;br /&gt;                                        4)I am suai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-112437632770002087?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/112437632770002087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=112437632770002087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112437632770002087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112437632770002087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/08/story-to-tell.html' title='A story to tell.....'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-112429709859594219</id><published>2005-08-18T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T00:44:58.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Back to the normal sch day life has never been fun to begin with. Minus the eye candies and the company of friends, there was practically nothing to be joyful about in sch. But 2day's lesson was an interesting one. Something outside the normal engineering field, a HR module.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Chan (wierd cause she is a 50+ auntie who still call herself Miss though she is married.) highted something about learning.&lt;br /&gt;Learning never stops. Quoting this phrase from Magaret Thatcher, "... It is when talented people.. find themselves having to reply on their brains rather than their muscles, that societies progress.." So what is stoping people from learning to acquire new knowledge? Its the uncertainty that people are scared of. The challenges that will be faced when you step out of your normal comfort zone to go and embrace something new. The fears of this and that and for a paradigm shift.&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok.. enough about the wonderful Miss Chan but the other thing that interest me alot was the personality test that she handed out to us to do. It was supposed to something for us to get to know ourself better. I have never trusted these kinda personality tests!! Cause i think they are all bull shit.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, WHO is UP THERE to tell u who you are and classify the type of person that you belong to?? N to trust the acurancy of it?&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the questions are asked such that they are trying to challenge the morals in you and being a gracious Singaporean brought up with "HAO GONG MING" and the top 10 correct answers at the back of my head. Its a tough challenge between my rationality and emotion. Yah just  take a look at these questions:&lt;br /&gt;On a rating of five rank these 2 choices:&lt;br /&gt;When making decisions:&lt;br /&gt;                                              A: I take my time  &lt;br /&gt;                                              B: I make them quickly &lt;br /&gt;Comon! By taking my time, it clearly reflects that your a dumb ass and by doing them quickly it only tell people that your a rash ah beng. How effective can these kinda questions guage what type of person you are right? And not considering the possiilty that some fickle minded people( like me) do things differently in different circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I still finished the test.... cause my CA depended on it...... depended on how well i suck up to Miss Chan... -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-112429709859594219?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/112429709859594219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=112429709859594219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112429709859594219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112429709859594219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/08/learning.html' title='Learning..'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-112421344336812975</id><published>2005-08-17T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T22:09:12.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xenophobic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Just came back from jogging and feeling fresh after the hot shower. Mum was always repulsive to jogging at night, especially during the 7th month. But heck! She's asleep and I am safely back home. Could barely finish one round of Purmei. Was feeling debilitated while jogging... my legs felt heavy as if they were shackled to the ground n i took a longer time than the usual 25mins.&lt;br /&gt;Jogging at night has recently been my favourite hobby whenever I am feeling vexed over something. And it has proven to be a pretty good hobby by keeping fit and keeping things out. Haha especially the joy when trying to overtake Wong and Rg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to see this phrase which i copied some time ago. It goes something like this.&lt;br /&gt;"Anytime we are too vulnerable we feel the need to protect ourselves from further wounds. So we resort to sarcasm, cutting humor, critism- anything that will keep from exposing the tenderness inside."&lt;br /&gt;Copied it cause i find it quite meaningful. The descriptions are quite true to natural human behavior (at least for me). A sense of self protection against harm through verbal weapons. Haiz... should not be taking so many ethics and inter-personal modules this sem as they are getting me quite emotional. And can feel that my left eye is going to give me problem again.. lets just pray that my cornea ulcer is not bad again......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-112421344336812975?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/112421344336812975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=112421344336812975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112421344336812975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112421344336812975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/08/xenophobic.html' title='Xenophobic'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-112403057369873417</id><published>2005-08-14T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T22:55:21.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 14/8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;The weekend passed by so fast. It was a hetic weekend where everything was cramped together and i felt that i cannot breathe. Luckily everything is over.&lt;br /&gt;Fri&lt;br /&gt;Cant believe that i really stayed back in sch to queue up for my design project. The prof is a stoopid ass, a saddist who judge interest, passion and enthusim by the amount of sleep that you sacrifce. Heng XL drove and in the middle of the night we managed to slip out of school to go for a KTV session. Wahaha it was a pretty good bonding session n KW is damn good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat&lt;br /&gt;So shag out after the ME3 stayover party that i slept n slept n slept until i nearly missed the heritage walk that i promised LF to go. I had no clue what the walk was all about, where, and who was going even. I found out what it was after meeting up with them... omg!! run around town area to find check points and answer historical questions!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 226px; height: 172px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/heritage82.jpg" length="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey!! i realise during this walk that there are so many places that i have neber been b4 in Singapore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 165px; height: 220px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/s3010034.jpg" length="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LF n Viz with the "jing ca chuan duan ku!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 199px; height: 155px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/s3010035.jpg" length="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIJMES is so enchanting at sunset!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 206px; height: 153px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/s3010039.jpg" length="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't this makes you feel like your in HK?? Those vert vert old buildings.. hmm rare to c it these in SG right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 188px; height: 151px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/s3010040.jpg" length="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chio british!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 219px; height: 174px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/s3010050.jpg" length="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuai right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/S3010041.JPG" length="250" align="left" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 234px; height: 174px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/S3010045.JPG" length="250" align="right" /&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;i even got a chance to go into the supreme court!! once in a lifetime!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 185px; height: 202px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/s3010080.jpg" length="250" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;                                  &lt;br /&gt;totally shag out after the whole event....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 198px; height: 146px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/s3010082.jpg" length="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the wonderful fireworks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 188px; height: 149px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/cazlex/s3010091.jpg" length="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous MER-cheekin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt: sometimes something boring can also be fun!! and fun is the best "chicken soup for the soul"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-112403057369873417?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/112403057369873417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=112403057369873417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112403057369873417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112403057369873417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/08/chapter-148.html' title='Chapter 14/8'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-112378804466712973</id><published>2005-08-12T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T03:20:44.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 12/8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;School has started for less than a week and i am already feeling lethargic. Dragging myself to school everyday like a drone. Tousled and weary with a lot of dead lines to meet. School was the same as usual, nothing exciting that happened, nothing that will happen and nothing is going to happen... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"How come your looking so tired?" &lt;--- its a comment that always followed me where ever i went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I seriously had no idea!!! I guess its because I was borned with this face or there simply was nothing for me to be happy about that is written on my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Been doing a lot of reading these few days. Books, magazines, car specs, household appliances read-ups, fine dining recommendations.... anything that i can get my hands on except textbooks. Guess i am still on the run from reality. But the most idiotic thing i did was to read a blog. A blog @ that i should have deleted long ago. It had been a painful past and an arduous battle to get over it but rationality was weak 2day.... Seems like she have been leading quite a happy life all the while, happily with her loved one. Good for her.... and may God please watch over her so that she remain happy always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Recently I have been trying to curb a thought by excerising some positive thinking on it and offering some reasoning on it. But i just cant get it out of my head so i thought of sharing it. I was pondering over the truthfulness of a human character. How amazing one could pour their woes in front of you. Showing how frail he is and the despair situation that he is in. Tactless and helpless, seeking for your understanding and help. But enslaving you back into the aladdin's lamp once help has been seeked. Only waiting to be summoned out when the need arrives. Din they noe that trust and appreciation is the basis of friendship rather than pitiness and digging on the soft spot of the human character? I might not be asking for anything back in return but just hope that i can be trusted and treated with due respect of a friend rather than a TOOL.... Aladdin was only given 3 wishes. Though friends are worth more, it is only a matter of time before the "magic" dies off and dun return.....&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/12743413-112378804466712973?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/112378804466712973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=112378804466712973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112378804466712973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112378804466712973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/08/chapter-128.html' title='Chapter 12/8'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-112343911717113015</id><published>2005-08-08T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:25:17.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 8/8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;!0am... My stoopid phone was ringing. Damn it! Having regrets about my promise to Don. Cursing and swearing at no one in particular. It was a tough battle between my determination and my 2m by 1m soft bed. To make things worst, God was there to help "it". The heavy rain accompanied with the cold weather was probably the best deterrent against my wild idea. SCHOOL HAVE NOT START YET!! GO BACK TO BED N SLEEP UNTIL YOUR ASS IS WARM...&lt;br /&gt;Argghhh... i mustered all my will that is left to fight this coercion. Took a quick shower, changed, packed and chiong out of my home.&lt;br /&gt;Life as an  NTU student today... i thot to myself ... what crap!! Can't believe i am really doing this man!! On such a "nice" weather some more!!&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached NTU after taking bus, train and more buses. Followed the stoopid crowd and alighted in a foreign place just to find that i ended up in can A. After some directions, i found a place in LEE WEE NAM LIB n Don came later. He showed me around and b;ah blah blah &lt;--- i am getting bored of this shit!! HAHA I think i shall just go to the main point!!&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... i really liked NTU, at least more than NUS. Guess its more of an unexplanable feeling eh? Having deep regrets that i did not choose NTU instead. But oh well.. have already been in the NATION UNION OF SHIT for 2yrs le... y not another 2yrs right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg... after reading thru what i just blogged.. i think it sux, what have i blogged!!! I think its due to my bad mood.. hmm... shld try and salvage it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-112343911717113015?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/112343911717113015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=112343911717113015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112343911717113015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112343911717113015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/08/chapter-88.html' title='Chapter 8/8'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-112297263801054140</id><published>2005-08-02T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T02:25:36.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hiz avid readers!! Haven't been blogging much recently and guess I am reaching the plateau of my life... come to think of it, i can't really picture of i have been spending time these few days. Stopped my work cause i dun feel like working that shitty job anymore. Yah the pay was good but the job sucks, the in-charge sucks and worst of all, the pple around are so fake!!&lt;br /&gt;Spend the past few days watching BECK....&lt;br /&gt;"It's good, superb!! Go back watch and you will like it!" says Thor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the 1st episode... there is nothing special about BECK. There was no special powers, no gods, no deities, no ghosts, no heavenly gers with big booties and no FANTASY. But i just watched on and on... one episode after the other w/o stopping.&lt;br /&gt;The anime is about a boy, a middle school boy Yukio. He was a typical loser in every aspect, small, ordinary, had few friends and had no life. But he meet this guy who changed his life, this guy who exposed him to rock music. Yukio found out later that his crash also like rock music and at 1st he only wanted to have more topics to talk about so he learnt the guitar and listened to different genre. But slowly, he began to like jamming... he practised day n night, like a possesed child. But no matter how hard he try, he was just not good enough. No one believe in him.... not even himself. The choices that he had to made in his life... to give up music and continue to concentrate on his studies. And how he found hope from a ger... a ger who discoverd his talent and was v supportive. The anime not only talks about Yukio's fighting spirit, his high school life but also reveals the harsh reality of the music world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its nice... go watch..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess maybe thats what got me hooked up to the anime. Some one so ordinary, some one that is like you and me can also shine out from the crowd. Believe in your talent, believe in the effort, the sweat and tears that you have put in. I was moved by the spirit that Yukio had, something that was lacking in me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah.. u call this cock song nice ar?? I find this song fucked up lor!! haha" says Ed&lt;br /&gt;"Eh? Can't you feel the emotion coming out from the song??"&lt;br /&gt;"Emotions my foot lar. Haha I feel like sleeping when I hear this song." says Ed&lt;br /&gt;"lolz. I guess opinions differ from people to people." says Ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In the end he sent me Taufik Batisah's "I dream".......*    -.-"&lt;br /&gt; Hope your will like this song....&lt;br /&gt;p.s turn on the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-112297263801054140?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/112297263801054140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=112297263801054140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112297263801054140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112297263801054140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/08/chapter-13.html' title='Chapter 13'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-112222098047884318</id><published>2005-07-24T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T00:22:15.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 7/24</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I laid still, very still. Cold and lonely in the abyss. Darkness was the only thing that surrounded me. Vaguely I could feel the warmth coming from outside, reaching for me, calling for me. The calling seem so real, so near. I could sense the paradise waiting for me outside, reaching out for me, waiting to grasp my hand, to embrace me and pull me out from the nether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;NO!! I turned away. This is not true! They once took everything away from me and threw me here in solitude! I will not be fooled again! The laughters, the warmth, the sanity. This is where I should belong! This is where no one will be able to take anything away from me again. This is where I should be, deep in the abyss hidden from the rays. Slowly. I brought my knees to my hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"The darkness will protect me", I said to myself as I closed my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I froze there, keeping my thoughts out. The only thing on my mind was to remain still, to hibernate in solitude....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;School's gonna start soon. Which means that vacation is going to end too. I did quite a lot of things for this month of July. Went for FOC, passed my advanced theory while half awake and I just finished my ICT. ICT was enjoyable. 12 days was a breeze cause it wasn't that tough. Think the army had changed alot since i ORD. The welfare, the food and even the training. Haha made used of the chance to earn as much as i could during the in camp. Got my marksman (200bucks), got silver for IPPT (200bucks), helped KL get silver for his IPPT (150bucks) and salary (240bucks).. shiok right?? Got free meals everyday and ripped them off so much $$. But the most enjoyable part about ICT was not the $$ but all my platoon mates. It was a great bonding session. All the fun we had making fun of people. The bdae tekan on Ck, locking edwin into the cupboard, plucking his eyebrow, stuffing JW into the duffel bag, the late night talks with WH, the forever garung det1, everything was so memorable! Makes me feel like I am back in 1SIR!! The good old days!! Can't imagine an ICT w/o u guys... Strangely, no matter how much I enjoyed my ICT, I hate the feeling of booking in on Sun. The surge of sadness upwelling in me was unbearable. I had no idea where it came from or how it came about. No matter what I do it just wun leave me... it had been following me for 2 and half yrs and its still there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;No matter what, ICT had passed. Now whats left is my job, hatta make full use of the remaining few days to earn as much commission as possible. To hit my tarfet of 100bucks per day. Wah!! Unknowingly I have typed such a long entry.. guess its time to stop le. Nights to those reading this.&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/12743413-112222098047884318?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/112222098047884318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=112222098047884318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112222098047884318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112222098047884318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/07/sunday-724.html' title='Sunday 7/24'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-112101433766074896</id><published>2005-07-11T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T00:52:17.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone For 2 WEEKs~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HiHi!! Yes! 2day is the 11th of July. Guess what! I will be reporting back to camp in 7hrs time! ^_^ haha got an upwelling of mixed feeling. FYI i was late for in-processing last yr lor...suppose to report at 0730 but i woke up at 0700.. panic i was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Feeling nostalgic cause i missed my platoon mates, missed the bonding times. Haha but at the same time i dun feel like going back~ cause i still have alot of things to do!! but~~~~... HERE WE GO AGAIN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;hope there will pple that will be missing me as i MIA for the 2 weeks?? wahaha till i come back bah!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;MOOD FORECAST : EUPHORIC!! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-112101433766074896?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/112101433766074896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=112101433766074896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112101433766074896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112101433766074896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/07/gone-for-2-weeks.html' title='Gone For 2 WEEKs~'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</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-12743413.post-112084492288065893</id><published>2005-07-09T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T01:48:42.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAzy ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;hihi guys and gers!! haha noticed that i haven been blogging for a very very long time. one of my avid fan told me that...n YESH!! I HAVE A FAN!!&lt;br /&gt;ITS DUE TO MY HETIC SCHEDULE!! haa i guess that is an excuse eh?? But its half true lah... just been back from orientation camp, it was FUN!! super FUN!! its these kinda things that make me feel great about being an NUS undergrad. DAMN! and the exams will spoilt everything!!&lt;br /&gt;Just to do abit of updating about myself, I FOUND A JOB! i am working as a high class PIMP as what P will always say. Quite a stoopid job but the pay is good so i just have to endure with all the hardship.&lt;br /&gt;N guess what!! reservist is coming!! yesh!! 11th july!! finally the gathering of us assholes again.. so fun!! WE R GOING TO HAVE LOTTSA FUN!! just u watch out edwin!! be prepared!! be scared!! be petrified!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... before all these, i was always whinning that i have a lot of time. A lot of free time to kill. So bored!! Nothing to do!! But the sudden change of life and everything is so packed now. In fact i am starting to feel the irony of life. Have been planning something these few days and waiting for a good chance, a day when i am free. But i guess i wun have the chance or shld i say i am not given the chance? haha some times  its so great to marvel at how complex and miraculous life is eh?? How things would always go against you and hit u straight in the face and at ur weakest spot while u sit there complaining about LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;"ASK NOT WHAT LIFE CAN GIVE U...BUT WHAT U CAN MAKE OF LIFE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12743413-112084492288065893?l=iamnikkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/feeds/112084492288065893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12743413&amp;postID=112084492288065893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112084492288065893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12743413/posts/default/112084492288065893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnikkin.blogspot.com/2005/07/lazy-me.html' title='LAzy ME'/><author><name>iamnikkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087390891224833288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
