<?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-14150700</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:43:50.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nerd™</title><subtitle type='html'>dont judge me, 'cause you dont know shit about what i've been through.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>183</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-7129704715205962979</id><published>2007-02-08T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T17:48:32.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my team today.</title><content type='html'>hello, i'm the thorn amongst the roses in class today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-7129704715205962979?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/7129704715205962979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/7129704715205962979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-team-today.html' title='my team today.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-1204523435667619225</id><published>2006-12-31T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T13:18:10.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Going Under; Evanescence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's starting soon and that's seriously not funny, it aint nice either.&lt;br /&gt;friggin sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imma go into hiding from the 1st to the 5th y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first Going Under(evanescence) and now Dead!(mcr), just what does it say? loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;dead, bye motherfuckers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-1204523435667619225?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/1204523435667619225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/1204523435667619225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/12/dead.html' title='dead.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-4940671298684614391</id><published>2006-12-27T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T13:21:10.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i meant everything i said.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Snow White Queen; Evanescence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;you belong to me, my snow white queen.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;there's nowhere to run, so lets just get it over.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;soon i know you'll see, you're just like me.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;dont scream anymore my love, cause all i want is you.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;at 12am on Christmas Day, i remember saying something to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and &lt;em&gt;un&lt;/em&gt;like i said that very night, i meant every word, &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;every. &lt;s&gt;single. word.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stupid.thing.&lt;br /&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/14150700-4940671298684614391?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/4940671298684614391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/4940671298684614391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-meant-everything-i-said.html' title='i meant everything i said.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-5047468039162218443</id><published>2006-12-25T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T02:25:56.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wasted.</title><content type='html'>Listening: It Ends Tonight; The All-American Rejects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm on the naughty list this christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i welcomed christmas in a drunken stupor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i puked all over the streets of raffles place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i hugged everyone i know at &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fluid&lt;/span&gt; and spread the love around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i wished everyone i see there MERRY CHRISTMAS,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i got daniel &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lotsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; free drinks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so theoretically, i should have &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; presents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT WHERE ARE THEY!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;merry christmas all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;its green, i'm the grinch this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-5047468039162218443?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/5047468039162218443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/5047468039162218443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/12/wasted.html' title='wasted.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-6673360359292785818</id><published>2006-12-23T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T06:45:18.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay, my bad.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Beautiful Ones; Suede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i'm just very tired, i know you are too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;so lets just give each other some breathing space aight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;sorry mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-6673360359292785818?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/6673360359292785818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/6673360359292785818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/12/okay-my-bad.html' title='okay, my bad.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-740018385313030951</id><published>2006-12-19T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T19:11:47.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on the murder scene.</title><content type='html'>Listening: I Alone; Magni Asgeirsson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up into the cloudy night sky, with eyes closed and mouth opened wide, i didn't feel the same. Raindrops pelted on my face and i realised; i can never really be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is how i like to do it on the murder scene.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work @&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fluid&lt;/span&gt; rocks, the people there are really nice and fun and i love my job. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-740018385313030951?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/740018385313030951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/740018385313030951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/12/life-on-murder-scene.html' title='Life on the murder scene.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-730226044850378258</id><published>2006-12-13T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:49:57.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>work in two hours. nothing seems to go right for me.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Demolition Lovers; My Chemical Romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got work in two hours, Fluid Bar.&lt;br /&gt;come visit me please, anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work on the animation has started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-730226044850378258?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/730226044850378258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/730226044850378258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/12/work-in-two-hours-nothing-seems-to-go.html' title='work in two hours. nothing seems to go right for me.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-5886517127134319679</id><published>2006-12-12T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T11:08:29.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my snow white queen; cherie.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Snow White Queen; Evanescence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nik homebound and i just been punk'd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a totally different issue, this is what my horoscope reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're likely in a quiet, reflective mood today, dear Virgo. It may be that you receive a communication from an old friend who sets your mind thinking back to the good old days of your youth. You can't help but look at some of the pivotal decisions you made in your life and wonder how your life would be different had you made different choices. This is a pointless game to play, dear Virgo. Rather than wondering about "what if," your time would be better spent embracing what you have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you belong to me not, my snow white queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-5886517127134319679?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/5886517127134319679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/5886517127134319679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-snow-white-queen-cherie.html' title='my snow white queen; cherie.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-3793656286250578862</id><published>2006-12-11T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T07:57:58.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Under Pressure; The Used ft. MCR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-3793656286250578862?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/3793656286250578862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/3793656286250578862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/12/fuck.html' title='FUCK.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-5026120469261473782</id><published>2006-12-05T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T18:02:08.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cemetery Drive, that's where i'm heading.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Cemetery Drive; My Chemical Romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in class, Francis is fucked up and everyone is bored. I'm intending to leave, Eliz is intending to leave and some other people too. That's when Francis said, its a straight F for those who leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, BYE YOU MOFO. An F doesn't scare me, you know why, because i only have one X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-5026120469261473782?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/5026120469261473782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/5026120469261473782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/12/cemetery-drive-thats-where-im-heading.html' title='Cemetery Drive, that&apos;s where i&apos;m heading.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-709163852158917516</id><published>2006-11-30T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T05:32:09.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my resolve.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Broken; Amy Lee ft. Seether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking, i can't give anyone anything now and since that's the case, i might as well work hard and achieve something before even asking for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause i'm broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-709163852158917516?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/709163852158917516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/709163852158917516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-resolve.html' title='my resolve.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-120600020742961572</id><published>2006-11-26T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T19:08:19.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>asian beat 2006, dying to find solace.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Call Me When You're Sober; Evanescence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was in town with dan and sean last night for the Asian Beats 2006 band competition. It was a good experience, the bands were good, except most of them played reggae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night before, was at sean's place drinking again and i got home reeking of alcohol but my mom was cool about me drinking, so yeah its all cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont cry to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you love me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you would be here with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you want me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;come find me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;make up your mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-120600020742961572?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/120600020742961572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/120600020742961572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/11/asian-beat-2006-dying-to-find-solace.html' title='asian beat 2006, dying to find solace.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-116386822415721057</id><published>2006-11-19T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T08:43:44.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoutouts to gag, alan, sean.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Going Under; Evanescence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a shoutout to gavin, alan and sean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY, BELATED AND TIMELY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night at cocco was alright, considering the fact that no one else was there other than our group and afew other people, and the PR Executive of Cocco who ever-so-politely bought us beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8166/1271/1600/homebound%20catastrophe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8166/1271/320/homebound%20catastrophe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 love these fuckers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-116386822415721057?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116386822415721057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116386822415721057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/11/shoutouts-to-gag-alan-sean.html' title='shoutouts to gag, alan, sean.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-116342846661552398</id><published>2006-11-13T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T06:39:35.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day you talked to me, only on msn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Listening: My Immortal; Evanescence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you spoke to me, you said "i wanna keep it secretive, can you take the link off?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i said, "okay." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;on another matter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sorry, sean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;embittered, bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-116342846661552398?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116342846661552398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116342846661552398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-you-talked-to-me-only-on-msn.html' title='the day you talked to me, only on msn.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-116272965555187930</id><published>2006-11-05T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T04:30:29.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm just a sad song with nothing to say.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Famous Last Words; My Chemical Romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm home after filming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should never step into town on a weekend again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couples after couples after couples, i see in my view-finder of the video cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet, really sweet couples. and to think i was one of those happy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the word here is, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'WAS'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm no longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me childish, emo-fuck, whatever. i'll punch you in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;there's nothing i can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;to change that part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;to change that part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;to change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i'd give up filming, for you. i will, if you want me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;look, i know you've got no obligations to hide your happy feelings because of me. you have every right to be happy with your newfound relationship. i'm not saying that you cannot be happy, i want you to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;but at the same time, i'm sour cause you're happy with someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i didnt breakup with you cause i didnt love you no more, i didnt do it because there was another girl, i did it because i didnt want you to cry for me anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;and now, i'd rather you have cried more for me and i still have you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shit, nothing i say is gonna help anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i got what i deserve.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-116272965555187930?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116272965555187930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116272965555187930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-just-sad-song-with-nothing-to-say.html' title='i&apos;m just a sad song with nothing to say.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-116261995791742777</id><published>2006-11-04T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T21:59:17.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the hardest part of this is leaving you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;turn away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cause i'm awful just to see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cause all my love's abandoned all my body, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh, my agony, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;know that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i will never marry&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Baby i'm just soggy from being emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and counting the days to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'cause the hardest part of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;is leaving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-116261995791742777?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116261995791742777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116261995791742777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/11/hardest-part-of-this-is-leaving-you.html' title='the hardest part of this is leaving you.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-116261642176186651</id><published>2006-11-04T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T21:00:21.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday marj, filming in town tmr.</title><content type='html'>Listening: I Don't Love You; My Chemical Romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday MARJORY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filming in town tmr, Scotts Shopping Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all things, she had to see me with hazel alone ytd. The rest of the team was infront! but then again, i know nothing's gonna help. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;would you have the guts to say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i don't love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like i loved you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yesterday" ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-116261642176186651?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116261642176186651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116261642176186651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-marj-filming-in-town.html' title='happy birthday marj, filming in town tmr.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-116261586055936950</id><published>2006-11-04T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:51:20.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>those words i saw.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Dead!; My Chemical Romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this morning thinking, and i thought again "fuck you nik, go turn on your laptop and play some football manager, it'll help you stop thinking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i powered my laptop on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but guess what, i didn't click on the FM 2007 icon. I clicked on the Internet Explorer icon and then what appeared next on my screen was my blog, then to her blog and i scrolled and scrolled and scrolled all the way down until something caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something small. it looked like this &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;$%#@##^(*(*&amp;amp;^*^#.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what happened next was pure hysteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunacy struck me and now my room is in a total mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i marvel at my own stupidity back then. such a numbskull with a fucked-up brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i could, but now i'm totally convinced that i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-116261586055936950?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116261586055936950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116261586055936950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/11/those-words-i-saw.html' title='those words i saw.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-116235743288982791</id><published>2006-11-01T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T21:03:52.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're just a sad song, with nothing to say.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Disenchanted; My Chemical Romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MCR's new album, The Black Parade is the best, i daresay. One of my all-time favourite tracks, Disenchanted. Their new album lost a fair bit of the gloom and doom that they used to have with tracks like Thank You For The Venom and I'm Not Okay and Helena, but i love it this way. Songs like Famous Last Words and Mama have a fresh taste to it, the new album; its darn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am in class now, Expression of Form, we're drawing again as usual -.- i hate drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's really nothing much to blog about, other than sean coming back on the 12th and he's expecting me to be at the airport at 5.30am in the morning, and then there's his birthday party at Cocco on the 17th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be emo anymore, imma try not to think.&lt;br /&gt;hey you, stay happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gather 'round piggies and kiss this goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-116235743288982791?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116235743288982791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116235743288982791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/11/youre-just-sad-song-with-nothing-to.html' title='you&apos;re just a sad song, with nothing to say.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-116221786702216360</id><published>2006-10-30T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T06:32:29.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stand and fight. Heart of steel; manowar.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Heart of Steel; Manowar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stand and fight, live by your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's always one more try, i'm not afraid to die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stand and fight, say what you feel, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;born with a heart of steel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;these metal songs are really getting to my head, they're influencing how i think and affecting my decisions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mike got the MCR The Black Parade limited edition cd! its uber cool. everyone should own one too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By the time i'm done with updating, i'm Listening: Dead!; My Chemical Romance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-116221786702216360?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116221786702216360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116221786702216360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/10/stand-and-fight-heart-of-steel-manowar.html' title='stand and fight. Heart of steel; manowar.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-116203121248690561</id><published>2006-10-28T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T06:08:53.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cocco last night was, okay.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Welcome To The Black Parade; My Chemical Romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my dad's birthday! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (dont be mad at me anymore.)&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cocco last night was alright. Was there with Dan and we were like loners -.- but t'was alright, we had fun. He was saying we lack the finishing touch each time we club. The ratio of the number of guys to girls last night was, i daresay about 5:1 ? yeah, gayshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just told myself, i'm gonna play the guitar to a couple of people once i master it, just gimme some time, i'll make it. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-116203121248690561?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116203121248690561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116203121248690561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/10/cocco-last-night-was-okay.html' title='cocco last night was, okay.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-116192539326642154</id><published>2006-10-27T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:03:13.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how come every other song is like that?</title><content type='html'>Listening: some random song hazel is playing on her laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it goes like that;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;looking back on where we first met,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i cannot let go i can never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;baby, you're the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you still turn me on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you can make me whole again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's Emergency; Paramore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i've seen love die, way too many times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when they deserve to be alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i've seen you cry, way too many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when you deserve to be alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's Never Let This Go; Paramore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;because i'll never let this go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i can't find the words to tell you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't want to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but now i feel like i don't know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;keep it on the level, that's what i'm supposed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-116192539326642154?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116192539326642154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116192539326642154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-come-every-other-song-is-like-that.html' title='how come every other song is like that?'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-116150634605015603</id><published>2006-10-22T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T01:39:06.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>please tell me i'm okay, because i'm not.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Gone So Young; Amber Pacific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never dreamt it'b be this way&lt;br /&gt;i've lost any chance for me to say&lt;br /&gt;to say that &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i miss you, say that i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will someone please tell me i'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i thank you for the love you gave to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-116150634605015603?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116150634605015603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116150634605015603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/10/please-tell-me-im-okay-because-im-not.html' title='please tell me i&apos;m okay, because i&apos;m not.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-116135775619320003</id><published>2006-10-20T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T21:56:22.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sinking back to emo-oblivion.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Greatest Day; Lukas Rossi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song, it says leaving you was the greatest day of my life. I thought it was, until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i see you've got yourself another guy, he should be better than i was. you might not know why i left you but i thought it was for your good. making you cry everything out once and ending it there is better than prolonging those crying days. but anyways, just be happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're reading this, i'm sorry, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cherie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sinking back to emo-oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;Beer, i need to get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, i dont get drunk on beer, maybe lots and lots if it helps.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know, i'll try anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;emo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-116135775619320003?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116135775619320003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116135775619320003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-sinking-back-to-emo-oblivion.html' title='i&apos;m sinking back to emo-oblivion.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-116083866164834131</id><published>2006-10-14T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T08:11:03.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm ugly.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Ugly; The Exies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean posted this song up on the Homebounds' blog and it caught me. I realized, i AM ugly. So, here's my bright idea, i'll just disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll just disappear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-116083866164834131?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116083866164834131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116083866164834131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-ugly.html' title='i&apos;m ugly.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-116036142147869186</id><published>2006-10-09T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T21:31:48.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everything that happened, was just a dream. nothing more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Listening: Losing My Religion; Ryan Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in class and i just finished my Pre-Trigger. I had to write a short story of "Something funnt that happened on my way to RP." It doesn't have to be literally funny, strange, weird and whatnot works just as well. Mine's a little abrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walked down the dark interchange, trying hard to pry open my tired and sleepy eyes. And then I heard the sound of a harmonica. Sounding so soothing and sweet, almost playing to the beat of my footsteps, I soon find myself looking around for the source of the music. That was when I saw this old man, with a big board placed in front of where he's sitting and it read, "Please donate generously, I'm disabled."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sorry and I fished a two dollar note out of my pocket and dropped it into the small metal tin placed beside the board. At that very moment, the old man looked up to me, smiled and uttered a word of thanks. He then stood up, packed his stuff into a trolley bag and strutted off, smiling widely. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this is pretty much it. On another note, been thinking alot lately and i think i've come to a conclusion. As Ryan Star sings, that was just a dream, just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this all was just a dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-116036142147869186?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116036142147869186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116036142147869186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/10/everything-that-happened-was-just.html' title='everything that happened, was just a dream. nothing more.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-116006585198636721</id><published>2006-10-06T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T09:51:47.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How being a male in singapore feels and how my familt has influenced me.</title><content type='html'>Listening: In The Air Tonight; Ryan Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told to write something about How my family has influenced me and How being a male in Singapore feels. I guess i sidetracked a little but fuck, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, my name is Tien Loong. For some reasons, my grandparents decided to give me that name, which also means "to add a dragon". Apparently, I haven't been much of a dragon for the last 18 years of my life. My parents are encouraging but somehow, they don't see things the way I do on certain matters. They are however, great examples and role models. I've got a sister who's better than me at almost everything, a mom that slogs day and night just so that we have the best of things and a dad who knows almost every part of Singapore because he's a property agent and he also takes care of the household chores. Sometimes I wonder, if only I can have all their attributes; the capabilities of my sister, the stamina of my mom and the memory of my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a male in Singapore, I have to serve my term in NS. And no, I do not get free entrances to clubs on Wednesdays because it's Ladies' Night. I'm also expected to have the 5 Cs; car, cash and whatnot. Being a male in Singapore is especially stressful I'd say. We're expected to be able to know and do so many things. Education wise, we're supposed to be gurus at Mathematics, even when most of us actually suck at that subject. "Men are supposed to be good at maths!" The exact words of what everyone tells me. But I survived without maths anyway and I'm doing New Media now which requires totally no maths, sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm Singaporean and I'm the supposed conservative Asian, but that doesn't put me anywhere lower than the European counterparts who have escaped to my homeland and claimed their places as "professional expatriates". I am conservative and supposedly, I do not approve of One Night Stands and spiritually unsatisfying lives (fuck this, this sentence is here because it reflects well on me, HAHA). But unlike the foreign expatriates, I am unique in my own way. I welcome guests together with four million other smiles and most importantly, we do not bob our heads when we curse and swear. (Yes, pun intended.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is one of the countries with the highest tourism ratings. But that doesn't really make the place a wonderful one to live in. Ask any true blue Singaporean on the streets and they'll tell. When I say true blue, I mean their parents are Singaporean, their grand-parents are Singaporean and the list can go on forever. While there might be quite a number of recreational hotspots on this little island that sits on the equator, it has little to offer for its loyal occupants ( Yes, us.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a multi racial society. I guess it wouldn't hurt to be a little honest and say that I have racial preferences. Yes you might have guessed; I*****s are not on my preferred list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's fast paced and civilized society, we're expected to be sensitive individuals, considerate and selfless. Because of the constant pressure that we need to be early, most of us have become time machines, not literally, but almost. If you're expected to be there by 4pm, be there at 3.59pm. Step into the room at 4pm, and you'll be marked late. Expectations have raised the speed of the society we're living in and it gets worse with each day. The constant dip in the value of green-backs has also affected all of us in a way or another. Now that money is seen as something so valuable that all of us cannot live without, everyone's fighting for it and corruption rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my story, my take on life; ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i can feel it coming in the air &lt;em&gt;tonight&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-116006585198636721?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116006585198636721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/116006585198636721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-being-male-in-singapore-feels-and.html' title='How being a male in singapore feels and how my familt has influenced me.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115950220144709391</id><published>2006-09-29T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T21:06:10.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm in class and fucking bored.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Be Yourself &amp; Five Other Cliches; Toby Rand and Rockstar Supernova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in class and fucking bored. Sean's away in melb and rp's wireless server sucks shit. Today's work is stupid and boring, i shouldnt even have come today. Catching insects would have been alot more fun, i'd imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, my female classmates said good stuff about nik. Apparently i'm kinda good looking. so hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;my classmates are really nice people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but school's not &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;so fuck school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115950220144709391?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115950220144709391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115950220144709391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-in-class-and-fucking-bored.html' title='i&apos;m in class and fucking bored.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115910992269283934</id><published>2006-09-24T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T07:58:42.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Binge-Drinking at Yongru's on Friday, Happy Birthday Fanelle! To Cocco and MOS. Bye yongru my brother.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Karma Police; Toby Rand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma Police is a track done by Radiohead but i prefer the Toby version, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's a summary of what i did over the weekend. This has to be the most happening weekend i've had in years, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Binge-Drinking at Yongru's condo, by the poolside. It was (dont mind my language,) fucking fun. We were intending to go to Cocco, since Yongru's never been there and we (Dan and i) really like that place loads. But as my previous entry has probably hinted, my dad said no to clubbing that friday. So we had alternate plans, to Yongru's with bottles of hard liquor. We bought Gin, Vodka and Scoth Whisky, and we downed the mixture like it was plain water man! That was my first time with so much hard liquor, i mean, i tried shots at MOS, but that was just a teeny weeny bit. So after i downed it like plain water, my chest and neck felt so hot, i took off my top and jumped into the fucking pool with Dan and Yongru and Connie. Grace, the emo lil lady was there too! Oh and Teo as well, who got so shit wasted he puked over and over. I got uber high at four cups, awwweesommmeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home at around 1-ish and was still sober despite drinking like four cups. For a first time, i'm damn bigass proud of myself =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;It's Fanelle's Pre-Birthday Party, so lets paarrrtaaaaayy! MY dearest sister booked Hideout at Boat quay and that place, is a friggin cool pub. Dan and i found ourselves a "make-out corner" in case either one of us needed somewhere to get laid with some babe, fast. HAHA. Since my sista booked the place, drinks were free-flow. So needless to say, nik drank, and drank, and drank, and drank, and yada yada. Bourbon Coke's a new favourite. Vodka lime, Vodka ribena, Bailey's Milo, Whisky Coke, Vodka 7-Up. That's quite alot eh? I drank quite afew of those that i really liked, infront of my Anti-Vice dad; HA, take that sucker! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the drinking and chillin' at Hideout, it was time to get our booties moving and anyways, Indians and bigass Angmohs were pouring into the place and stealing the uber nice Eclairs my sister catered for the people invited. MOJO told me about a party at Cocco and that kinda tempted nik, and the fact that Samm is gonna be there, baited Dan to psycho me to go there as well. So we walked to Gallery Hotel from Boat Quay, and we didnt get lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there, saw mojo and she was looking really adorable plus her hamster with the kickass testicles. Got into Cocco, and saw some "heavy" girls. Dan was more interested in ogling at the girls than dancing so i had to sit there and stone with him while his eyes feast. =/ And then when we started dancing, we were the most happening duo there man, like we were moving so much and making all the big actions and acting stupid when London Bridge was played. Afterawhile, the tempo seemed to be lost and since mojo's even sleeping on the couch downstairs, we decided to make a move and proceed to our next location, MOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into MOS, went to ALL THREE ROOMS and had uber lotsa fun. Mind you, after all that drinking at Hideout, Cocco and now even more drinks at MOS, OMG nik's uber high. I danced for 2 hours non stop! And i dont just stand there and nod my head and call that dancing. I was moving my legs and shaking that skinny ass, HELL YEAH! Room 54, Main Arena and Smoove. Smoove was fucking gay, guys grinding all around me, it took us quite some time to find a decent spot with some muts around and then start dancing, the muts joined me in dancing! It was damn fun. And at Room 54, i danced with this angmoh couple, the guy was really spontaneous and he even hi-5-ed me a couple of times, fun people at fun places!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanelle and Gavian got drunk and so i gotta take care of em when we got home, reached home at 5-ish and i only got to sleep at 7-ish. Thanks dan, i wouldnt have known what to do if you weren't here to help dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;After a night of getting high and wasted, (or not). My aunt treat us (everyone in the big family tree) to Dim Sum at Ah Yat's Abalone Restaurant. The food was yummylicious but just a tad bit salty, i enjoyed it anyhoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the food, it was to Yongru's with Dan and Teo again because the Drummer of HOMEBOUND CATASTROPHE is going back to melb for his exams and he'll be graduating this november! His flight's at 11pm and its too late for me since i've got school tmr, so its Connie Grace and Dan who'll be sending him off at Changi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dude, party central when you get back and i'll try to make it fun aight. Rocker's promise man, haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, that pretty much sums up what my helluva weekend was about. I'm loving every minute of nightlife, (not so much the girls but the opportunity to let loose myself) =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's back to Woodlands and RP again on Monday, boo-boo yes i know. HOW COME TEMASEK POLY GETS ANOTHER MONTH OF HOLIDAYS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;fuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115910992269283934?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115910992269283934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115910992269283934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/09/binge-drinking-at-yongrus-on-friday.html' title='Binge-Drinking at Yongru&apos;s on Friday, Happy Birthday Fanelle! To Cocco and MOS. Bye yongru my brother.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115885512053131677</id><published>2006-09-21T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T09:12:00.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fucking pissed, found a job at 2001. most disgusting thing i've heard of. the corniest line ever.</title><content type='html'>Listening: HeadSpin; Lukas Rossi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most disgusting thing i've heard of: A friend tasting menstrual blood. Yes, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corniest line ever: We're going to have the most beautiful babies in the world man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corniest line, is from one of my buddies when he was day-dreaming. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself a job at 2001 in Far East Plaza, but its only for a single night as a packer. I think its gonna be fun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a worse note, i'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont understand why you say no all the time, at least come up with a better excuse if you wanna stop me from going. Cause if you use the same excuse all the time, it just shows that you're fuckin plain lazy to even think of new and better excuses, so why should i even listen? Isnt it the same if i get alcohol from 7-Eleven and drink and get shit wasted in front of you? Think about it dude, you're just stopping me because you don't know what its like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't care eh? I think if its YOUR friend, you'd be even more uptight that i am now. Just what the fuck is with you stopping me everytime? I mean seriously, i wasn't even asking you. I was TELLING you and you replied with a "no". What's up with that since technically, i wasn't even asking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVS dude, fuck off.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115885512053131677?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115885512053131677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115885512053131677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/09/fucking-pissed-found-job-at-2001-most.html' title='fucking pissed, found a job at 2001. most disgusting thing i&apos;ve heard of. the corniest line ever.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115859877687440471</id><published>2006-09-18T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T04:32:34.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those were the days.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Move Along; The All-American Rejects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent weeks have left me thinking about how absolutely unproductive our teenage life &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; be. We go to school, we go drinking with our buddies, we go around trying to get shit wasted, and essentially we're just fucking around. Such soulless activities has left me feeling disgusted with the way my life is progressing. Even though some of us work, the money is usually spent on unnecessary bullshit. I constantly attempt to steer my life onto a more spiritually-satisfying path only to be dragged back into the same shit sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was it that shit fucked our lives so badly that we are always dreaming, hoping to make it big when we all started with just playing ball every minute that we have available?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is getting gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Fuck off now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115859877687440471?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115859877687440471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115859877687440471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/09/those-were-days_18.html' title='Those were the days.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115821806485110676</id><published>2006-09-14T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T00:21:15.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lukas Rossi wins the right to front SuperNova.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Ladylike; Storm Large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not feeling one bit like a darned philosopher. I'm at home listening to Rockstar SuperNova songs on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lukas Rossi wins the right to front SuperNova!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8166/1271/1600/lukas_rossi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8166/1271/320/lukas_rossi.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's darn good, i say he deserves every bit of his win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite rockers...&lt;br /&gt;Storm Large and Toby Rand! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8166/1271/1600/storm_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8166/1271/320/storm_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8166/1271/1600/toby_rand.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8166/1271/320/toby_rand.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladylike by Storm and Throw it Away by Toby, My new favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115821806485110676?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115821806485110676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115821806485110676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/09/lukas-rossi-wins-right-to-front.html' title='Lukas Rossi wins the right to front SuperNova.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115795066398636317</id><published>2006-09-11T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:57:46.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fears.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Welcome to The Black Parade; My Chemical Romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i read an article on Life! and it really got me started. On Fears, that is. Couple of weeks ago i remember i was scared. No, more worried than scared. Clubbing, drinking, dancing, learning, growing up, listening, and basically just living; I didn't want to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was under Anti-Vice for years(no pun intended) and suddenly this, new-found freedom is scaring me. Its ironic that i'm happy but scared, both at the same time. Happy because i like the way things are now, i quite hated it when i was under Anti-Vice. But scared because i don't know where to go from here. Or maybe, i KNOW where to go but i don't know how things will turn out. Come to think of it, it's really scary, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this one person whom, almost the whole of Singapore mocked for the past 25 years was able to live it through and come away from it all, still sane and indifferent about the way people look at her. People have been rude and insensitive about her gender, when i read the article and found out about how people go up to her and question her with things like "Are you a man, or a woman?" I felt ashamed. Mainly because i once had the same thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigail Chay, or previously known as Caeser Chay, went through a sex operation when she was 22years old. She was a girl trapped in a boy's physique. Scientifically, the term "Gender Anomaly" would describe her situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been through numerous heartbreaks and what's left is just a frozen hope that someday, she will meet the "real" man who'd give her true love. Her undying pursuit for that "real" man, demands respect from me. I deeply respect her for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her strength in life, no matter how many heartbreaks, failures and mistakes she's made, or been through, she manages to come away with an attitude that says "lesson learnt, just don't do it again, at least try not to." How many people can survive all that she's been through and still maintain that mindset? I'd say, really little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next point; We're all weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentally, emotionally and visually. We never admit that we're weak, but its true that we are. Like its "Human nature to greed", its "Human nature to be weak". Strong people like Abigail and some others whom i am oblivious to, are developed through a series of events, unfortunate ones. People need to grow up, its not an overnight affair and it is definitely not an easy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all for now. I'm drained, too drained to put all my thoughts into words. So until i get philosophical again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're all weak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115795066398636317?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115795066398636317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115795066398636317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/09/fears.html' title='Fears.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115772099525344943</id><published>2006-09-08T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T06:09:55.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOS last night.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Runaway; Electrico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOS last night with Yuling, Eunice, Dan and YL was great. We were there by 11-ish and started grooving to the retro tunes at Room54 once we got in there! All for the fun of it, we were doing moves of The Great Singapore Workout, actually. Sounds kinda stupid but it got alot of people started and it was just coolio majulio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main arena wasn't open yet and so we thought we'd get cheaper drinks outside MOS. So we walked all the way back to the 7-Eleven at MS and i downed some Chardonnay and a little absolut vodka. Really, really tasted like perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we made our way back to MOS and then we chilled for abit and waited for some space to dance. We were like "make some space y'all!" But yeah, the dancefloor was packed to shit and the people in there weren't even dancing; they were just standing there, literally. Anyways, we found a cage, and we didnt believe that no one was dancing innit. Being so darn happy, we went in and started groovin'. =D We rock yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank some more vodka and yuling made me try a shot. AGAIN, it tasted like concentrated perfume, HAH. But those drinks really got me started, on dancing that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left at around 3.30 cause Eunice had to work the next day and yeah, we all had fun. Found myself some clubbing mates and nik is really really enjoying the nightlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just passing through,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not stopping by,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not saying "hi".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115772099525344943?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115772099525344943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115772099525344943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/09/mos-last-night.html' title='MOS last night.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115747186491347160</id><published>2006-09-05T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T08:57:44.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's topic: Fear.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Lunacy Fringe; The Used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen's 4th birthday bash at Zouk was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lotsa familiar people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yonglee lost his id there, but they think they've recovered it so its not that bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to talk about, been really... is &lt;em&gt;desperate&lt;/em&gt; the word? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Topic of the day: FEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until tomorrow and until i think of what philosophical shit to post on the topic of FEAR, g'night people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i thought you ought to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm so far gone now, i've been running on empty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you wanna take me on?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115747186491347160?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115747186491347160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115747186491347160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/09/todays-topic-fear.html' title='Today&apos;s topic: Fear.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115728337078200513</id><published>2006-09-03T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T04:36:10.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coccolatte with dan chuan yl vinny and MOJO. eye screening at bedok. Lilian's dad. HOME SWEET HOME.</title><content type='html'>Listening: The Taste Of Ink; The Used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes its four o'clock in the fuckin' morning! Oh what i mean is, it WAS four o'clock in the fucking morning. That's about the time i got home after a night out at CoccoLatte with the guys and Mojo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that place. I mean, its cool. It has a nice chill out place on level one and if you feel like groovin' then you can go to level two! Okay call me a &lt;em&gt;sua-ku&lt;/em&gt; (newbie/mountain tortoise) but i really think i'll go back often, all because i like that place. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mojo texted just when we were deciding where to go, Double-O or Cube or Zouk or? And so we ended up at CoccoLatte with Mojo and two of her friends and her quite-intimidating-dad. The people there dance good =/ but hey i think i was not bad =P shuffle steps for the win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home at around 4+ and i took a bath, sat around for abit and i'm outta the house again. I didnt even have the time to sleep a wink, dang. Got to Bedok by 7.15am and the eye screening project went great. Paul stopped by and i got to know some stuff, i'd say Rotaract is filled to the brim with politics. wouldn't wanna get caught in it now eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sadder note, i'm really sorry Lilian lost her dad to an unfortunate accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home finally, and its gonna be rest time after 31 hours without sleep. 31 hours and still counting, because i'm gonna be sleeping quite late tonight =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time i finished updating, my iTunes is playing: Bulimic; The Used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodbye to you goodbye to you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're taking up my time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodbye to youuuuuuu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115728337078200513?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115728337078200513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115728337078200513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/09/coccolatte-with-dan-chuan-yl-vinny-and.html' title='coccolatte with dan chuan yl vinny and MOJO. eye screening at bedok. Lilian&apos;s dad. HOME SWEET HOME.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115695319098265313</id><published>2006-08-30T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T08:53:12.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18th birthday and celebrations! thanks people for remembering =)</title><content type='html'>Listening: Empty Apartment; Yellowcard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY 18TH BIRTHDAY WAS A BLAST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I totally love my parents, although they can be very un-loving at times but still, i think they're the best parents anyone can get and the best thing is, they're MY parents. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also not forgetting Fanelle, my bad bad bad BADASS sister. She rocks, big time.&lt;br /&gt;My two very lovely aunts, Jennifer and Alicia. One's my confidante, the other's my emergency relief fund supporter. They're two very important women in my life =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And SO, like i said, my 18th birthday was a blast. I dont know why, but the night's sleep just before my birthday was like the best. I slept through all the way and i loved every bit of it, my sleep. And when i woke up, breakfast was ready on the table and piping hot! Everyone was at home and it didnt feel like the "home alone" feeling that i'd get almost every morning 'cause everyone would be out at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my dad wish me Happy Birthday the first thing in the morning and my sis on the couch. I sat down at the couch after washing up and there on the tv was my favourite tv serial! Coincidence or? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad didnt grumble one bit when i didn't wanna do the housechores, when i didnt get my pail of clothes washed, when i just lazed around. And then in the afternoon, i went to town with Fanelle to get my presents! First to Fossil where she got me my new watch, now i have a watch! =D And then to Wheelock Place to get me my OTHER present. It was supposed to be an iPod U2 but, Jennifer's colleague told her that Apple will be launching a new iPod so that'll have to wait. And i got a Crumpler instead! WOOOOOT. I got a GREEN Crumpler and a lime-green laptop cover too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we walked around Taka and got my cake and some food for the ever-hungry nik(babi)[tulang, i know you'd be reading this.] and then for dinner, ALL of us went to Allson Hotel where we ate at Ah Yat's Abalone Restaurant. I've never had so much abalone and shark's fins within a single meal before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that eating and presents and of course, WONDERFUL COMPANY, nik is happy tonight! I'm so darn darn darn darn darn HAPPY! Pictures will soon be uploaded aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all of you who remembered my birthday and dropped me a text and y'all who called. I feel the love yo!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Azzah(Tulang!), Zhu Zai, Alan, Tiny Tony, Yichuan, Jaslyn, Yuenmei, Grace, MaoMao, Pris, Paul, Daniel, Yongru, Farah and everyone else! (forgive me if i left anyone out, but you know i feel your love!)  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this saturday, buddies and i are gonna be hitting the clubs for my 18th birthday celebrations! i bet it'll be great fun. Until then, REMEMBER THAT NIK'S BIRTHDAY IS ON THE 30TH AUGUST, EVERY OTHER YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna buy 4D and watch tons of M18 movies! woooooooooot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;nik's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;legal&lt;/span&gt;, finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115695319098265313?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115695319098265313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115695319098265313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/08/18th-birthday-and-celebrations-thanks.html' title='18th birthday and celebrations! thanks people for remembering =)'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115682269921097543</id><published>2006-08-28T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T20:38:19.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day3 Wrap in just 2 hours! swim and tan at club CSC with alex husky tulang and suelynn. Janine's shoot coming up. Trip to KL? to the clubs this sat!</title><content type='html'>Listening: Clocks; Coldplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day3 filming was done is just 2 hours and that was just cooooooooolio. I thought it would be another whole day's shoot. Anyways, Tulang Sue-Lynn Husky Alex and Nik went to Club CSC to swim and tan after the shoot! It was damn fun ah and we took pictures, they'll be up once Sue-Lynn sends em to me aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the lobSTA Productions are almost done, i can only look forward to Janine's Kids Central shoot at Wild Wild Wet! I heard its great fun. And the SAS nerds really have us(STA dudes) to thank! We literally gave their geeky Lobster Project some life aight. Bow to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's been asking me if i wanna go into KL. I don't know if i want to, its like a mixed feelings kinda thing. I'm not all that close with the people in there yanno, it's just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, its to the clubs this Saturday! Buddies are gonna be hitting the clubs and celebrating MY birthday(which is coming in two days), and Kokky's birthday! I think its gonna be darn fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay, nik has a report to rush and ALOT of emails to send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Buh-bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115682269921097543?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115682269921097543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115682269921097543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/08/day3-wrap-in-just-2-hours-swim-and-tan.html' title='Day3 Wrap in just 2 hours! swim and tan at club CSC with alex husky tulang and suelynn. Janine&apos;s shoot coming up. Trip to KL? to the clubs this sat!'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115669431284061572</id><published>2006-08-27T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T08:58:33.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>producer for the day, dinner at tulang's coffeeshop, sue-lyn and husky; tulang and babi, day2 filming wrap!</title><content type='html'>Listening: Stacy's Mom; Fountains of Wayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nik set a new record today when he step onto the grounds of RP at 7.56am sharp. The production crew got to the Hangar and started to clear the place and we were literally breathing in heaps and heaps of dust, trust me when i say its that bad. I was the producer and it was great fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to work with Michelle aka The Flower Girl today. I've heard so much about her being obnoxious and such a b-i-t-c-whatever, but when i worked with her today i realized that it was all pretty much untrue. She's quite good at what she was doing; modelling. On top of that, she's got a very fun presonality both on and off the camera! It was nice working with her =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After filming ended at about 6, we all dragged on abit until around 7 and we (husky, sue-lyn, azzah and i) decided we were dead hungry and so we took the train to Jurong and headed to Azzah's family coffeeshop! We ordered quite alot of food and the drinks, Longan Spiral was superb. The food was great, drinks were fantastic and the company, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect a little &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; going on between Sue-lyn and Husky though, throughout the night they were always engaged in some deep conversation and no matter what Tulang and i did(laughing so damn loud and pretending to talk about something real funny, tried to distract the both of em and even sprinkling water on them), they just had that connection between them and its obvious in Sue-lyn's eyes. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways THANKS TULANG for bringing us there and being such a nice waitress cum host. =) i'd like to introduce you as "Tulang, my friend for 13 years.", sometime down the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day2 WRAP! Day3 starts tmr and i've gotta be in school by 10am, not that difficult now issit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nik's really dead tired. So folks, g'night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115669431284061572?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115669431284061572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115669431284061572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/08/producer-for-day-dinner-at-tulangs.html' title='producer for the day, dinner at tulang&apos;s coffeeshop, sue-lyn and husky; tulang and babi, day2 filming wrap!'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115669313198115704</id><published>2006-08-26T22:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T08:40:02.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>filming in town; alex from USA and kelly from NUS. day1 wrap, SINGAPORE IDOL NEXT YEAR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Listening: The Dolphin's Cry; Live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dolphin's Cry is the new fave together with Losing My Religion. I met Dan in the late evening after all the filming and stuff has been settled and we sat down at CoffeeBean and talked for a bit, then we went to one of the pavillions at the club and we sang. We're gonna join the Singapore Idol next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT LAUGH, BECAUSE NIK CAN SING. NO, REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;ask him to do either The Dolphin's Cry or Losing My Religion if you don't believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filming today was awesome! We had people from all over the world man; Denmark, Australia, France, Finland, Germany, USA, Singapore, Malaysia, Japan, Kuwait, South Africa, Central Africa and New Zealand! Coolio eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were two really hot hoT hOT, HOT ladies who did the vox-pop for us. Alex from the USA and Kelly from NUS, Singapore! Totally man, friggin' hot and like yahya was saying throughout the day, "heavy man, you know what i'm sayin? HEAVY!" yes dude, i get you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we(the production crew) have also come to a conclusion that &lt;em&gt;most &lt;/em&gt;Singaporeans have quite "tight asses" and can't do the vox-pop good enough as compared to our foreign counterparts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Day1 Wrap! Day2 starts tmr and i gotta be in school by 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighto! nik goes to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115669313198115704?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115669313198115704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115669313198115704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/08/filming-in-town-alex-from-usa-and.html' title='filming in town; alex from USA and kelly from NUS. day1 wrap, SINGAPORE IDOL NEXT YEAR.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115652318404474237</id><published>2006-08-26T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T09:26:24.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zonal Meeting, dazed nik, filming tomorrow in town.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Best I Ever Had; Vertical Horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song's pretty depressing, its quite true tho; love &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; be so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nik just got home from SMU, the monthly Zonal Meeting. It was loooooooooooooooooong, i tell you. I was really starving all throughout the meeting and i would have given anything for a Mars bar and a bottle of chilled IceMountain; my perfect snack combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so dazed all throughout the meeting and well, Qid asked me about the "kaa-chiinnggg" that went on between me and &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;during the meeting. Hah, i told her it was nothing, i've been thinking too much anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its filming tomorrow in town and i've gotta be there at 8am in the morning! Whoa, i can't even make it to school by 9 and i'm supposed to be there at 8?! That's just bonkers man. But tulang will be calling to wake me up and i'll be meeting her and shortcake! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nik needs his sleep, NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Playing: Rooftops (a liberation broadcast); LostProphets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-standing on the rooftops,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; wait until the bombs drop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; this is all we got now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; scream until your heart stops&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; never gonna regret,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; watching every sunset&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; we'll listen to your heartbeat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; all the love that we found.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;scream your heart out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115652318404474237?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115652318404474237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115652318404474237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/08/zonal-meeting-dazed-nik-filming.html' title='Zonal Meeting, dazed nik, filming tomorrow in town.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115642916473815415</id><published>2006-08-24T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T07:21:31.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>laziness to blog, fuck the world.</title><content type='html'>Listening: I'm Not Okay; My Chemical Romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just returned home from a supposed swim-tan-and-study session with dan, but we went to gamers' inc because of the rain. and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dont feel like blogging now, everything sucks and i dont feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life's empty goddammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wake up and i ask myself, "ohkay i'm up, now what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fuck the world, dont judge me just because you THINK you know me, you think wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WRONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115642916473815415?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115642916473815415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115642916473815415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/08/laziness-to-blog-fuck-world.html' title='laziness to blog, fuck the world.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115630733433175384</id><published>2006-08-23T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T21:28:54.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my rules, my style.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Teenage Life; Daz Sampson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people have been talking, things have been happenin. But nothing's gonna change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY RULES, MY STYLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if you like me or not; its none of my business and you're not in my league.&lt;br /&gt;i speak what i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like me, good. if not, then too bad sucka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;y'all dont know nothing about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115630733433175384?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115630733433175384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115630733433175384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-rules-my-style.html' title='my rules, my style.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115626573761229910</id><published>2006-08-23T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T09:57:50.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa was grrreat, high school musical from tulang, birthday bash with kokky.</title><content type='html'>nik skipped school for Sentosa today because of dan, alan and vinny. He made it a point to be on time and waited from 8.30 to 12 because those three assholes slept in. CoffeeBean breakfast and KFC large whipped potato couldnt feed me enough to kill time with "how to get into Advertising?", the book fanelle passed to me since i'm into adverts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa on weekdays, i wouldnt call it "fun" Fun, but it was peaceful fun. It's very nice to take your mind off the city shit and buzz once in a while. Like its the first time i've been to a Sentosa beach and it's so quiet and peaceful, without having to weave and find your way through countless beach mats and beach people lying around trying to get a tan. Its the first time i really felt, relaxed and nice at the beach. Nik got real tanned today and because he forgot to take off his wristbands when tanning, there's an obvious color difference now; brownish red and white(almost literally). Ask him if you wanna see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinny's girlfriend was supposed to introduce us to a group of volleyball girls but when we heard about their calf muscles, we passed. I got buried in the sand and there're pictures to be uploaded soon, check back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, enough about Sentosa, thanks tulang for the high school musical! It really seems so easy &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in the show;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only i had everything,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only everything would be that simple, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only my dad was a basketball coach, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only i am everything, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if only i could sing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only i can meet someone like gabriella during vacation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IF ONLYs&lt;/span&gt;, stop being a cunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway tulang, on your next attempt for your TP, remember to do the poses that Janine and i taught you! The driving instructors are a bunch of gatal and mii-ang(i dont know how to spell that) ah peks! Remember k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday is coming and so is Kokky's. We're gonna have a combined bash at one of the clubs/pubs. Coolio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until then, the nErd says bye and pulls the blanket over him. Nighto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115626573761229910?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115626573761229910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115626573761229910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/08/sentosa-was-grrreat-high-school.html' title='Sentosa was grrreat, high school musical from tulang, birthday bash with kokky.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115608574815028275</id><published>2006-08-20T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T07:55:48.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woke up at 4pm, 4 silverwares collected in fm, demolition of fulham at old trafford, she doesnt know what she's missing(dayana).</title><content type='html'>Listening: Teenage Dirtbag; Wheatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt really have a good night's sleep =/ kept waking up to check on my mobile, for i-dont-know-what reason.   ... ... ... k, i do know what reason but i'm not telling. Anyways, was really tired last night and i slept till 4pm today, my bed's just that comfy. The first thing i did after washing up was to turn on my laptop and start my Football Manager, 'cause i'm playing against Juventus and Tottenham for the FA and Champions Cup and needless to say, i won! (duhh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Gavian stopped by home with sis and we talked for abit. He's really starting to talk now, which is good. Then we were watching Man Utd vs Fulham just now on the tube and there was demolition at Old Trafford!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN UTD 5 - 1 FULHAM&lt;br /&gt;- Louis Saha&lt;br /&gt;- Fulham own goal&lt;br /&gt;- Wayne Rooney&lt;br /&gt;- Cristiano Ronaldo&lt;br /&gt;- Wayne Rooney, again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rio Ferdinand is unlucky to register an own goal, wasn't really his fault that the ball took a deflection off his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Dirtbag is just an old time classic. I think it damn hell rocks =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's prom night and I am lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Low and behold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's walking over to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This must be fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My lip starts to shake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;yeah i know how it's like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeeah dirtbag, no she doesn't know what she's missin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115608574815028275?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115608574815028275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115608574815028275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/08/woke-up-at-4pm-4-silverwares-collected.html' title='woke up at 4pm, 4 silverwares collected in fm, demolition of fulham at old trafford, she doesnt know what she&apos;s missing(dayana).'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115591127358166950</id><published>2006-08-18T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T07:27:53.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recovered! sentosa tmr, dirty little secret (dayana), peace out.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Steady as She Goes; The Raconteurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sings "find yourself a girl and settle down. ...... you've had too much to think, now you need a wife." hmm? hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've recovered from the flu! the past few days was kinda like shit cause i was sick but now i've recovered and perfect for sentosa tmr with the dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Singing: Dirty Little Secret; The All-American Rejects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nik's tired and he's gonna go play football manager, see y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i'll keep you my dirty little secret, no one has to know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115591127358166950?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115591127358166950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115591127358166950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/08/recovered-sentosa-tmr-dirty-little.html' title='recovered! sentosa tmr, dirty little secret (dayana), peace out.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115570488871051715</id><published>2006-08-16T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T22:08:08.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick, bored of school, does she or does she not; is she or is she not?</title><content type='html'>Listening: No Tomorrow; Orson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm down with the flu bug. i think that's probably the result of not exercising and staring at the computer for almost 18 hours a day, kinda sucky to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's wednesday today and i still hafta come to school, what a bore. Wednesdays are off days for year 2s and 3s, but stupid me chose to take up an elective and thats why, no off days for me! and its that stupid elective that's pulling my grades down, dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am in class now, listening to music and doing nothing else literally, heh slacker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might be thinking too much, but then again i should have at least done something rather than just laughing like a bozo, now its all so ambiguous. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;do you or do you not? are you or are you not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excessive thinking is detrimental. yes, it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115570488871051715?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115570488871051715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115570488871051715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/08/sick-bored-of-school-does-she-or-does.html' title='sick, bored of school, does she or does she not; is she or is she not?'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115530828013040294</id><published>2006-08-11T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T07:58:00.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MCR, Ninja mock, Cheena piang jokes at pastamania, haircut.</title><content type='html'>Listening: It's not a Fashion Statement, It's a Deathwish; My Chemical Romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on the bus home from woodlands interchange earlier on and i badly wanted some music in my head to replace that grunting sound the bus was making. Within minutes i had music blasting and trust me on this, it never felt that good before. Been some time since i last heard MCR and when Thank You For The Venom was playing, i felt damn high =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in school till about 8.30pm today because we had to do a Ninja mock shoot and everything went smoothly i'd say! Jae was really commanding; without her, i don't think things would have turned out this smoothly today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Pastamania was coolio. The food was alright, i had a big part of Andrea's share cause she couldnt finish it, HAHA thanks drea. zhining's smoothie was rather decent as well. We had a good laugh after dinner about ahem china ahem people, t'was uber funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, nik went for his regular haircut at SuperCuts and he's very happy with the result(as always)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time i finished updating, i'm listening: Beautiful Ones; Suede.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115530828013040294?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115530828013040294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115530828013040294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/08/mcr-ninja-mock-cheena-piang-jokes-at.html' title='MCR, Ninja mock, Cheena piang jokes at pastamania, haircut.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115476450227971729</id><published>2006-08-05T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T10:26:44.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i've been up to. lobSTA Project, RAC RP InstallationNight '06, attending other clubs' installations and logo design.</title><content type='html'>Listening: Seven Nation Army; the White Stripes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been so long since i last updated. The recent spate of events has really turned nik tired but it isn't time to rest, YET. There's still the lobSTA project, planning for Installation Night '06, and logo design competition. Although i doubt i'll get anywhere near the finals, i figured i should just try anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lobSTA project's stressing everyone out and the Ninja Mock is coming up. I think i always work hard on the set. I try to do abit of everything and help in whatever way i can, even if it isn't my job to begin with. I help clear the set, shoot the scenes and whatever yada yada. i seriously hope the lobSTA thing turns out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAFA, Marina City, Singapore West, Temasek. Been to these clubs' installations over the last weekend and its really addictive, i tell you. It may sound boring but its great fun! especially the NAFA one, heh. =D (i should learn to dance, properly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent last evening with my family at the Padang Recreation Center. t'was great, been so damn long since i last sat down with everyone and had a proper dinner. there are pictures! And we celebrated the birthday of my mom, she's da woman! and of course, my aunt jennifer; the confidante. And tmr, we're gonna have tim sum together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm getting really stupid and thinking way too much. my sis even laughed at me.&lt;br /&gt;With that, here are the pictures of last night and TINY-TONY and MR.BOX! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8166/1271/1600/tiny-tony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8166/1271/200/tiny-tony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8166/1271/1600/mr.box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8166/1271/200/mr.box.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8166/1271/1600/DSC00015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8166/1271/200/DSC00015.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8166/1271/1600/DSC00035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8166/1271/200/DSC00035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8166/1271/1600/DSC00038.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8166/1271/200/DSC00038.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8166/1271/1600/DSC00016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8166/1271/200/DSC00016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucas; the baby cousin from hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115476450227971729?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115476450227971729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115476450227971729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-ive-been-up-to-lobsta-project-rac.html' title='what i&apos;ve been up to. lobSTA Project, RAC RP InstallationNight &apos;06, attending other clubs&apos; installations and logo design.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115306116371201335</id><published>2006-07-16T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T07:46:03.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RDA' 2006.</title><content type='html'>It was saturday and i had to go back to school, in formal wear. Hot weather and long sleeved shirts definitely do NOT go well together. Anyways, i went back to school and attended the RDA' 2006 for Rotaract Club Board of Directors. It wasn't that much of a bore and i learnt lotsa stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i had to present our award winning project, Project Hope Baan Nam Kem. The one that we did when we went to Khao Lak, Thailand last year. That place holds lotsa memories for me and alot of the lot who went. I was told the place is almost fully re-built now. Really hope that the people there have their lives back on track, back to how it was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans are underway for the Installation '06 and the IS trip for December. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! i created two cartoon characters yesterday too! they're called tiny-TONY and Mr. BOX. Pictures of them will be uploaded soon. look out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115306116371201335?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115306116371201335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115306116371201335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/07/rda-2006.html' title='RDA&apos; 2006.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115280474381157452</id><published>2006-07-13T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T08:32:23.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i really hate it.</title><content type='html'>they're always quarrelling and in the end, i'm always the one cleaning up the mess and getting shot at. i hate it, i wanna get out of this so fucking badly. but i know i can't and that is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;quit fucking around with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115280474381157452?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115280474381157452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115280474381157452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-really-hate-it.html' title='i really hate it.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115237263848215344</id><published>2006-07-08T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T08:30:38.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mr brown's plight.</title><content type='html'>My aunt Alicia is pregnant again. This time, its a girl and they're thinking of Chloe and Kylie. She told me over dinner tonight and i was just plain ecstatic for her but at the same time, i was a little worried. I just hope nothing i've been thinking comes true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i had nothing much to do after dinner and was just blog-hopping when i remembered &lt;a href="http://rockson.blogspot.com"&gt;Rockson's&lt;/a&gt; blog. He's back after being gone for some few months. And he's back with an entry highlighting mr brown's plight. I clicked on the few links he provided and read what mr brown wrote for his column in the TODAY's newspaper. I kinda agree with what he wrote and i like the fact that he's a sarcastic writer.  All the time i was thinking, "boy, this guy really can write some good shit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, i realized he's been suspended for what he wrote. About everything in Singapore going "up". Well, not literally everything i guess, just the prices. I heard about the taxi prices going up a while ago and i thought it was just crap. Lo and Behold, it's really true now. The government's explanation was that oil prices are increasing as well, so its only right that the taxi fares follow suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember having a disgusted feeling as i read what some minister had to say about mr brown's article. I mean, we all studied that Singapore is a democratic nation. Now i'm wondering, what exactly does democracy mean? Quite some time ago i vividly remember some guy in the government stressing how important it is that we are not a communist nation but a democratic one. Now i think back and i ponder, what's the difference? One system has everyone sharing whatever profit they make and the other, well, we're not sharing our earnings with anyone but we're definitely sharing the COSTS of almost every other thing. Isn't that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift upgradings, road upgradings, HDB estate upgradings and whatnot. Oh wait, this reminds me. I particularly remember people telling me, "PAP = Pay And Pay!" Hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115237263848215344?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115237263848215344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115237263848215344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/07/mr-browns-plight.html' title='mr brown&apos;s plight.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115220336583888776</id><published>2006-07-07T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T09:29:25.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Akemi's poem, high school musical.</title><content type='html'>Roger the Rabbit met Peter the Pan,&lt;br /&gt;together on their tree house they sat and wank,&lt;br /&gt;Roger said to Peter's little man,&lt;br /&gt;"Giddy up cowboy and hurry up can?!!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Credits to Akemi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight people, here's free publicity to one of my buddies, Akemi Joslyn! &lt;a href="http://lolitaslovelies.blogspot.com"&gt;http://lolitaslovelies.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit her webbie by clicking on the url above and support her little attempt at being an entrepreneur! Trust me, she takes this little thing she's started VERY SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a busy day at school but we had fun, lotsa fun. Was late for meeting after school cause i ate with Tulang and Mojo and in the end i had to pay a fine. WTH i'm the VP! Lotsa proposals to do and i'm going crazy soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how i always say that (i'm going crazy soon) and it never really happens, hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Amir for making me love my Fujitsu now! i dont care if people call me a poser cause i think my laptop's darn cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115220336583888776?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115220336583888776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115220336583888776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/07/akemis-poem-high-school-musical.html' title='Akemi&apos;s poem, high school musical.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115215644550947481</id><published>2006-07-06T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T20:27:25.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boring thursday. everything's fucked up.</title><content type='html'>Its 11.18am now and i'm having film criticism and analysis for today. I don't usually blog during lessons but ever since Jose's gone, film critic just sucks. The new faci's lousy and she's goddamn rigid, not a teeny bit flexible. I think anyone who responds to her questions will get an A la, that's how lousy the reponse from the class is. GAAAAAA !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what's happening to me, its almost like i have split personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate the person that comes out at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115215644550947481?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115215644550947481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115215644550947481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/07/boring-thursday-everythings-fucked-up.html' title='boring thursday. everything&apos;s fucked up.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115180488637372125</id><published>2006-07-02T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T18:48:06.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>major world cup upset, bye england, class 'party'.</title><content type='html'>aight aight, some updates for everyone here. went over to Andrea's place last night for our class party and i got lost twice on the way there and some stupid cab driver almsot cheated me of my bucks! but i still made it there and i saw shireen on the way, if not she'd be another lost remnant of e26n, or Q. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, by the time i reached Tulang had already left and everyone was already mixin' and drinkin' and all. i grabbed a bite, and then Ma'belle was getting high. she was literally laughing at every single thing we said and did! gawd, then it was Andrea's turn when she came back from somewhere. everyone was 'janice' or 'dennis' to her. ahha, e26n's great fun! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE ENGLAND. so much for the 'golden team'. maybe the next world cup should be held in the north pole. then england wont complain about how their feet are on fire and how the heat is affecting their performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BRAZIL. got nothing to say for them, just their luck to meet an on-form France and Carlos' fault for not defending Henry well during Zidane's dead ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for the world cup UPSET updates and stay tuned! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115180488637372125?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115180488637372125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115180488637372125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/07/major-world-cup-upset-bye-england.html' title='major world cup upset, bye england, class &apos;party&apos;.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115149955086411768</id><published>2006-06-28T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T06:00:12.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't get it, i really don't.</title><content type='html'>i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is 'cool'?&lt;br /&gt;what is 'interesting'?&lt;br /&gt;what is 'creative'?&lt;br /&gt;what are concepts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm gonna give way, like this pack of timed explosives due to detonate soon.&lt;br /&gt;i find myself clenching my fists and gritting my teeth when i'm trying to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm under lotsa pressure and i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz sings Life is Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but is it really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i just don't get it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115149955086411768?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115149955086411768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115149955086411768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dont-get-it-i-really-dont.html' title='i don&apos;t get it, i really don&apos;t.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115141157886547824</id><published>2006-06-27T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T05:32:58.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filming day, i'm really tired.</title><content type='html'>I've had an eventful day filming shots of my team's trailer for our re-written version of Henzel and Gretel. was some great fun and i pretty much dare say we did some great shots! =D am really proud of the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did this little rubbish video showing how much we appreciate the class chair 'cause it helped us like, in almost every of our dollying and panning and trakking shots. yeah, but somehow i got hit in the head with the "whazzzuuuppppp!?" thing and the video had footages of me being stupid, hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meetings + meetings + meetings = really tired nik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept on 187 on the way home today, and i woke up halfway through bukit panjang to find out i was drooling as i slept. yeah, laugh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm really really tired and am home alone AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH i have a new aim. i would transform a corner of my room, into the ultimate workstation for me! muahaha. that'll take me some time tryna get the cash but i'll make it! right now, its a complete mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i've had an eventful day =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115141157886547824?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115141157886547824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115141157886547824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/06/filming-day-im-really-tired.html' title='Filming day, i&apos;m really tired.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-115043139286733738</id><published>2006-06-16T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T21:16:32.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>England's starting XI</title><content type='html'>i realized i can actually name england's starting line-up just like that, (snaps fingers). And i think that is incredible since i never really bothered to find out! aight starting from the goalie; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Robinson&lt;br /&gt;Gary Neville&lt;br /&gt;Rio Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;John Terry&lt;br /&gt;Ashley Cole&lt;br /&gt;DavidBeckham&lt;br /&gt;Steven Gerrard&lt;br /&gt;Frank Lampard&lt;br /&gt;Joe Cole&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Rooney&lt;br /&gt;Michael Owen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! the starting line-up, all household names i'd say. i missed England VS Trinidad&amp;amp;Tobago =( but imma catch the replay in awhile with my sweetie and although the whole world knows the score, the two of us totally do not know! haha we're in self denial =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-115043139286733738?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115043139286733738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/115043139286733738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/06/englands-starting-xi.html' title='England&apos;s starting XI'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-114840114900592125</id><published>2006-05-23T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T09:19:09.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Daniel Powter, Bad Day.&lt;/strong&gt; Basically that song sums up everything about my day today. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you lied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-114840114900592125?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114840114900592125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114840114900592125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/05/bad-day.html' title='bad day.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-114796542975470709</id><published>2006-05-18T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T08:17:09.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>controversy.</title><content type='html'>Am getting more and more hooked to Panic! at the Disco. I realized that seriously, i do bring laughter wherever i go. Plus, i kill the silence with my retarded actions and i make people laugh =) i'm nice. HAHA aight aight enough of being shameless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended Illustrator Workshop today and learnt quite some stuff. i've got an idea for my very own blogskin alr! but everything is still under planning and brain-storming so i think it'll take some time before anything gets underway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azzah and J were being very nice today. Basically they're nice every other day and the same goes for all my classmates! i love my class =D; we'll punch your face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Causeway Point today after school with yichuan and we popped by RSH to visit Shirley, the lovely miss who taught me basically everything there is to know about being a salesperson at RSH. I promised to give her a treat when i go get my pay and she gave me a BIG picture of a hot hot HOT girl. Its actually a pictorial ad for Reebok. But she gave it to me anyways. Then i found out that in order to achieve the best effects of the picture, you gotta have lights behind the picture. Now how do i get that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if i don't have lights behind the picture, then we won't be able to see the beautiful eyes of the hottie and that's rather sad =/ cause she's really hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'll face this kinda thing with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;will you dance to this beat and hold your lover close?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-114796542975470709?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114796542975470709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114796542975470709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/05/controversy.html' title='controversy.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-114787364671340429</id><published>2006-05-17T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T06:47:27.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesdays are boring.</title><content type='html'>Aight folks, i've come to a conclusion; wednesdays are boring. Jo agreed to that. Had Events and Facilities Management today and i went for the PP talk. Had quite a good laugh when Daniel Phee started talking -.- Chester even walked out of the talk halfway, haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am actually not in the mood to blog, but i thought it'd be a good habit to make it a point to update everyday and keep the entries to date. I woke up very, very late today and ended up stepping into class at 9. Bumped into Emily on the bus and also Sponge and his girlfriend. Angela Tan was quite nice today, well not exactly nice but she didn't go crazy like she did the past four weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's Jose's lesson and that also means CHOCOLATES for everyone! I reckon Jose's the best faci around. He reminds of the Gold 98 FM advert and the Dumex TV ad. The DAD in both ads, just that he's the skinnier version. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;By the way, i had a rather nice day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-114787364671340429?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114787364671340429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114787364671340429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/05/wednesdays-are-boring.html' title='wednesdays are boring.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-114787459953521324</id><published>2006-05-17T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T07:33:13.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My very first BlogAd.</title><content type='html'>My very first BlogAd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, thank you for calling the Do It Yourself toll-free hotline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can call through and are feeling happy, please press 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't pronounce the word "hospitable", please press 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't pee properly, please press 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a male caller, please remember this hotline and call back when needed and don't "do it yourself".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like the service provided, carry on reading this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not like the service provided, please say your last words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, please log on to &lt;a href="http://www.doityourselfhotline.com"&gt;www.doityourselfhotline.com&lt;/a&gt; or call 1800-do-it-yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Credits to Jolyn and "some radio ad".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-114787459953521324?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114787459953521324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114787459953521324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-very-first-blogad.html' title='My very first BlogAd.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-114779750312086479</id><published>2006-05-16T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T09:38:26.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bout of gastric, cough, sleepless nights.</title><content type='html'>Nik is unhappy today. He's been unhappy for some time now, hasn't he? Had a bout of gastric this morning when i stepped outta the house and it really hurt. But somehow it doesn't hurt as much as it does &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in my heart&lt;/span&gt;. Met vinson in the morning and came to school. Then i found out my cough is back, so there. I'm back to coughing my lungs out again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lunchtime and i happened to see Zack and his girlfriend sharing a bowl of ice kachang and so i went over. He almost immediately went "whoa, what happen to you seh, look like panda from china." His girlfriend agreed to that btw. See, i've been having sleepless nights and its really bad. Parvin and Julia said i lost weight too =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, wilson had to tell me i'm no longer in the RP WCG team 'cause i haven't been training. Screw you wilson, i won you before in 1v1, so there fuck you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee it feels like my cartoony blog doesn't go with my upset rants. i guess i'll just look for a new blogskin if things still look so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;bleak &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;in time to come. i'm hurting and for the first time, i can really feel the pain and it really does hurt, its very, very painful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm hating myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-114779750312086479?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114779750312086479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114779750312086479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/05/bout-of-gastric-cough-sleepless-nights.html' title='bout of gastric, cough, sleepless nights.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-114754311827696180</id><published>2006-05-14T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T10:58:42.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck SPF. good luck doggie.</title><content type='html'>Was out with daniel and guys. Since i arrived late, they decided to scrap the trip to Lanlab and went for basketball instead. Me being the clumsy nik that i am, hurt my toe cause i was wearing slippers and yeah basically that's it about me. But what was important was, i just found out we weren't supposed to play basketball after 10.30pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were playing at around 11.20 and this police car came by the roadside, someone snitched on us i guess. he turned on his siren lights and that was his supposed "warning" to us that we weren't supposed to be playing. we stopped and was packing up and while waiting, cheehan and yonglee decided to shoot a few more hoops before we go off. Staff Sergeant whatever-his-name-was came over with a corporal and took down our IC numbers yada yada yada and let us off with a "stern warning". He was very cocky btw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, we were walking to the bus stop and when we reached the stop, we saw a dying dog gasping for air lying on the roadside. It was bleeding from the mouth and wasnt moving, except it was still breathing. We stopped the buses that tried to stop at the bus stop and when we told them to be careful not to run the dog over, they just gave us a non-chalant look and drove off. So we decided we should stop stopping vehicles and we took a LTA cone from a nearby construction site and placed it somewhere near the dog. The cars knew what to do and they shunned the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we called the police hotline (999) at around 11.32 and somehow the officer on the line seemed more interested in the name of my friend and what "offence"(noise pollution) he committed 5 minutes ago, rather than the poor dying animal and potential road hazard. So after about 5 minutes of talking, they promised to check it out. From that time all the way till 12.10, no one came. Talk about effeciency please, the dog was dead by 11.55pm btw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing i dont understand, is how can the police officers not notice the dog when they had been where it was lying just 5 minutes ago when they were shining their siren lights? And apperently they seem to place much more importance on a few boys and girls trying to play a game of ball at 11.20 rather than the dying dog and the potential road hazard that the dog is! Talk about wasting our tax payers' money okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom-line; the "world class force" name given to the SPF, bullshit. SPF is nothing but a job generating outlet for cocky people like Staff Sergeant whatever-his-name-was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: The above is purely based on the personal opinions of Nikolas, the weblog owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i hope you liked the vid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;what a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-114754311827696180?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114754311827696180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114754311827696180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/05/fuck-spf-good-luck-doggie.html' title='fuck SPF. good luck doggie.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-114750280053280500</id><published>2006-05-13T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T00:10:50.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>staying at home, hiding? not sure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening: KissGoodbye, Chi Xin Jue dui (on repeat mode)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WangleeHom, LiShengJie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its a Saturday and i'm staying at home. Don't feel like going out, don't feel like working out, don't feel like doing anything else. Hiding? Not sure. Thanks grace for sending me the songs =) and telling me so much. you're very nice, yes you are. It seems like what i've been through when compared to hers, is so miniscule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;People make mistakes, every alive being will. i just saw a bee crash into the glass window of my room. Mistakes, just pick up the pieces and walk away. Just like the bee did, it picked itself up from the parapet and flew away in a different direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;dont keep trying and forcing your way through a same direction. get hit once, learn the lesson and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;but i am only human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-114750280053280500?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114750280053280500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114750280053280500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/05/staying-at-home-hiding-not-sure.html' title='staying at home, hiding? not sure.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-114741544035471741</id><published>2006-05-12T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:30:40.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark City, What ifs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if the first time we ever met was that day during lunchtime, when i was walking up the stairs and you were walking down? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if we weren't supposed to meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if there was no Phuket, Thailand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if i was not meant to be nikolas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if our past was ALL an illusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was at the movie screening of Dark City with Azzah and mates. The show was superb, quite matrix-like but its somehow different haha. Anyways, i thinkk the people who didnt catch it missed a great movie and i was more amused by my ability to predict what was gonna happen in the show. I even got the dialogues right, word for word! It was really funny aight, azzah alex and jolyn laughed when i got everything right. Cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyways, we spoke. I asked what was bugging me all this while and i kinda got the replies. i dont know what else to say but, i still miss her. People are telling me to get over her and stuff, but =/ its hard, even with dota and budds. Maybe daniel is right, i really need to learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Shut it down, shut it down forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-114741544035471741?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114741544035471741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114741544035471741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/05/dark-city-what-ifs.html' title='Dark City, What ifs.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-114722855369193616</id><published>2006-05-10T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T19:37:20.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: I write sins not tragedies. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panic! at the Disco.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Many thanks to chuan, who introduced me to Panic! at the Disco. that songs are superb, and they have interesting song names too! I write sins not tragedies, the difference between martyrdom and suicide is press coverage and more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its 9.33am now and im hungry. Nik is ALWAYS hungry, gonna go get some food with akemi soon. Had some time to myself at my thinking corner yesterday. Thought about what i was told and i didnt know whether to believe it. I'd rather not to but a part of me is asking me to trust those people. I'm not sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For now, Sports Law and nothing else. Studies first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-114722855369193616?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114722855369193616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114722855369193616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/05/lies.html' title='lies.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-114710444016704937</id><published>2006-05-08T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T09:09:01.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm quite messy as i am now.</title><content type='html'>Somehow this messy state seems oh so familiar. I find myself staring out of the balcony, looking at the people in the park playing. The children are having fun, they make noise and play. Run around the place and just enjoy that little time that they are given with the ones they wanna be with. Sweet aint it? That's what i thought too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknowingly i was brought back to many places, those where i had fun at. Places(and person) i enjoyed being at and had a great time with. It all seems so fake now, so made up. Like it never happened before, like it was my imagination all along. Seemed so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend told me; pictures are memories that might fade with time, but they won't be erased. Unless you erase it with the very hand that you used, to create that memory. Its funny i actually fully understand all that. Because most of the time, i find his theories quite hard to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i stare at the pictures that seemed to be filled with laughter and smiles, i thought; was it ever for real? A smile was brought onto my face, somehow i know a part of it WAS pure happiness, even if it was a small part, i'm content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;thinking, still thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-114710444016704937?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114710444016704937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114710444016704937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-quite-messy-as-i-am-now.html' title='i&apos;m quite messy as i am now.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-114672671145298586</id><published>2006-05-04T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T00:11:51.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MONEY MONEY! =D</title><content type='html'>Its 3pm now and i'm in school, its 3rd meeting and Uncle Eugene's group is presenting. Just collected my 55bucks refund from Rotaract today and nik is happy! extra cash never fails to make me happy. Still am sick, been downing tablets and tablets of medicine; panadol, flu, cough, antibiotic tablets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the doctor's somewhere near my house last night. The guy was a friendly chap and he even asked if i was singaporean, said i didnt sound like one. wth!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, nik is happy he's got extra cash and he's gonna get more tmr because his pay will be coming in and he's also slowly but surely recovering from his illness. Gosu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-114672671145298586?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114672671145298586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114672671145298586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/05/money-money-d.html' title='MONEY MONEY! =D'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-114636536248834643</id><published>2006-04-30T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T19:52:27.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick. yes, again!</title><content type='html'>I'm wondering if Man U's defeat had anything to do with me being sick and unable to catch their match. That's really sad, 3-0 defeat to Chelsea =/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the original topic, i'm sick. Yeap that's right, again! Fever, sore throat and a little cold. This is really bad, these three always come to me all at one go. I have a slight idea why i'm sick. See, i was playing bball with Rose at some woodlands court in the rain, well it wasn't really a rain but a drizzle. It was good enough to make me sick anyway. Plus, i gotta take the one hour bus ride from woodlands back home to Jurong in a soaking wet tee, now we all know that's bad for health right and especially when you're in an air con environment. So, yeah i guess that pretty sums up why i'm sick =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have no idea how the complex mind of girls work. No really, its very very complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And i'm still trying to understand them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-114636536248834643?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114636536248834643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114636536248834643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-sick-yes-again.html' title='I&apos;m sick. yes, again!'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-114577928527707851</id><published>2006-04-23T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T01:06:31.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss that place, i do.</title><content type='html'>Just got off bed some 30 minutes ago. Been browsing through the web and i found myself staring at my daily grades. Not bad for a start, but could have done better (like duH?!). And then i'm clearing up some old and unwanted pictures in my laptop. i miss Thailand, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw the pictures that we took back at thailand and i really miss that place, the people there and oh of course; how can i forget the food! fabulous. memories are flowing back and i really really hope we make it back there again soon. Real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man i gotta go get myself a router and stop tapping on my neighbor's network. i'm feeling bad already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what's got into my mom lately but she's actually went to take a course up at some church! i couldn't believe it when she told me the other night that she's gonna turn christian. i was like "WTF!? i thought i told you it was all about propaganda and hard-selling of the religion!" (i mean no offense to you christians, its just a personal opinion. so don't come blasting at me, thanks) My mom's so into Jesus now she's even trying to make me go with her. i told her a flat no and that i'd rather sit in front of my desktop and turn blind from excessive computer games than to step into church and listen to some guy in black preach. i mean, i'm already getting my fair share of preaching at home, ain't i? Don't need another someone to add on now eh? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;4.04pm Sunday, 23rd April 2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-114577928527707851?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114577928527707851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114577928527707851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-miss-that-place-i-do.html' title='i miss that place, i do.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-114572347883652982</id><published>2006-04-23T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T09:31:20.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the story of the guy who's always in a mess.</title><content type='html'>This is the story of the guy who's always in a mess. His name is fucktard and people call him tard. Tard studies in this school; people think its a stupid place. that's also where he met this girl, fruit. Now fruit and tard's been together for quite some time now and things just didnt go well and they went their seperate ways. Apparently Fruit's found someone else now and Tard's still living life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, things don't look as good as they seemed to when tard used to entertain any thought of being single or alone, he calls it. Take a look at him now, he's a sad face. He'd stay in bed just so that time can pass faster and he can spend less time off the bed, thinking days would pass quicker than they normally do this way. He dreads to click on his "Favourites" tab on his internet window, just because under that list is a site he used to go check ever so often. He's lost it now. He's almost a goner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story that i have for everyone tonight. The story of Tard. =) hope y'all hate it as much as i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-114572347883652982?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114572347883652982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114572347883652982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-story-of-guy-whos-always-in.html' title='This is the story of the guy who&apos;s always in a mess.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-114528668454578332</id><published>2006-04-17T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T08:13:33.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day as a New Media student, i screwed up.</title><content type='html'>It's the first day back to school again! i had this totally renewed feeling when i stepped into school. For the first time, it actually felt like a polytechnic! Anyways, i've moved into my new house at Jurong East alr and there's no internet connection as of yet and i'm actually tapping onto my neighbor's wireless =x so i'm just gonna make this real quick yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was alright for me, pretty fun actually; i saw lotsa friends, secondary school ones and i'm just happy they're here as well! And, everything was fine until 3rd meeting, that was when i screwed up real bad. =/ that's all i'm saying man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I screwed up. I know I'm not like that, I don't screw up at that time of the day; I don't and I won't. But somehow, I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up there with no confidence, like an amateur I tried to think of what I could do to fix that situation; but I only confused myself and made things worse. i think me knowing the fact that everyone that's in the room is doing the same stuff and that they are probably much better than I am, stresses me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then I used to enjoy Culture, Communications and such. Because they're Media modules and now when I'm finally doing what I enjoy doing, it's ironic to say; I'm not really enjoying things because I’m too tensed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to loosen up and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I don't know why; I can't seem to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-114528668454578332?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114528668454578332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114528668454578332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-day-as-new-media-student-i.html' title='First day as a New Media student, i screwed up.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-114477758309668993</id><published>2006-04-12T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T10:46:23.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>will i ever make it?</title><content type='html'>my concentration is on dota now. i've to improve, i need to. Been playing drafting matches recently with alan and i realize i'm not up to the mark yet, the level they're playing at; it's that high. i'll have to improve if i wanna be in WeCookGrass' team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the question is, will i ever make it? i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;micro's not to standard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;timing's still lousy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;engage still bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i'll improve, i shall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-114477758309668993?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114477758309668993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114477758309668993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/04/will-i-ever-make-it.html' title='will i ever make it?'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-114407481328559228</id><published>2006-04-03T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T07:33:33.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi, i'm back after a long break.</title><content type='html'>Hello people, or whoever that's left who're still interested in my blog. Just a quick update, i'm quitting from the Royal Sporting House job in a week's time, the job doesn't pay me well enough for me to spend my time there =/ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we've broken up. Yes, rejoice, cry or whatever pleases you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at Sentosa with the guys on friday to have some sort of a farewell for yongru. He's back at Melbourne now having $5 blowjobs in the toilet near the school gym =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got stung by a jellyfish when i was in the water at Sentosa, and got a little bit tanned i'd say. Its obvious, my face was reddish brown; a very nice color trust me. My shoulders got sun-burnt and my arms got a little reddish brown as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also decided to get myself a new pair of Vans™, maybe two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also decided on a NEW hairstyle! i hope i'll be able to get the idea over to Karen the hairstylist =) i'll try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-114407481328559228?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114407481328559228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114407481328559228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/04/hi-im-back-after-long-break.html' title='hi, i&apos;m back after a long break.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-114322536284292607</id><published>2006-03-25T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T10:36:02.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foul mood.</title><content type='html'>I'm in a foul mood, get the fuck out. All of you. Yes you, and you, no don't look at me like that you too, YES you as well, basically ALL OF YOU.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;yeah i'll try. i'll try hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-114322536284292607?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114322536284292607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114322536284292607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/03/foul-mood.html' title='Foul mood.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-114190084412296909</id><published>2006-03-09T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T02:40:44.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's bad, it sucks.</title><content type='html'>you're better off without me, oh yes that i'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy doing up my new house at jurong east lately, too busy to think of any other stuff until today. i'll be at Anchorpoint (directly opposite IKEA) on fridays saturdays and sundays 1pm onwards. At Royal Sporting House working. Not a bad job plus its kinda fun, keeps me busy so i dont have to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we pretend to leave,&lt;br /&gt;and then meet again when both our cars collide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;no, i guess we can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-114190084412296909?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114190084412296909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114190084412296909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-bad-it-sucks.html' title='it&apos;s bad, it sucks.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-114049062946192555</id><published>2006-02-21T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T18:59:54.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hypocrisy, its ugly. So fuck you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hey you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8166/1271/1600/1119800249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8166/1271/200/1119800249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fuck you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Be honored that its Gerard Way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-114049062946192555?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114049062946192555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/114049062946192555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/02/hypocrisy-its-ugly-so-fuck-you.html' title='hypocrisy, its ugly. So fuck you.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-113980208701377932</id><published>2006-02-13T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T23:39:53.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To save me from me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;If you only knew the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;the pain I keep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;the pain that makes me, me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tmr's Valentine's Day. How am i gonna spend it, you'd ask me? Well let's see, go to school as usual, try to concentrate in class 'cause its Computing tmr. And then maybe go out to town with Nick on his Aprillia, then zoom back to school in time for 3rd Meeting. After school maybe out with Lee and Chuan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- NO LIFE -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;whoa, i see that thought very clearly! Well i dont know, everything is fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm cold and white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll try to breathe for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm crying out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm singing loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;you could be all i need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to save me from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haven't been updating much recently, mostly because i havent been in the right state of mind and its horrible, yeah it is. There are so many Dont Wants, so many Pleases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please, dont let it happen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-113980208701377932?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113980208701377932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113980208701377932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-save-me-from-me.html' title='To save me from me.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-113895331622172224</id><published>2006-02-03T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T23:55:16.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst day of my life, so far.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday can be said as the worst day of my life, up till now that is. I was planning to make a trip down to funan the IT mall, to get a new mouse 'cause my present one is faulty and can't be used for the compy tmr. By the way, i'm in a DOTA compy organised by RP and i'm teamed with a noob -.- his nick is sandbitch. Anyways, i didnt get to make it to funan cause my stomach was hurting so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got across the road, hailed a cab and went home with Lee and Chuan. They were with me and i thought if im taking a cab home i might as well bring em along, drop them off when i alight and they can take a bus hom from my place, its nearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the cab was nearing home, it was really bad. I couldn't even sit up straight and get my wallet. When the cab stopped, i just thrashed 10 bucks into Lee's hands and i bolted for the lift. Which, of all times chose that time to stall on me. It just wouldn't budge from the 11th storey. I ran up the stairs. The rest of it, you needn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the second part is, my mom was admitted to SGH last night as well. She was having abit of a fever last night when i reached home. But she could still laugh and walk about; i thought she'd be fine. But she fainted and had to be brought to the hospital. The doctor suspects its appendicitis and did an X-ray on her, we're still waiting for the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let nothing bad happen to her. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;My muscles were screaming for pain i could feel them burn.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-113895331622172224?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113895331622172224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113895331622172224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/02/worst-day-of-my-life-so-far.html' title='The worst day of my life, so far.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-113820496670072843</id><published>2006-01-25T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T08:02:46.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled.</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry i have to post such an entry but i really am very annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;Very, very annoyed and pissed off indeed.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my t630 2 days ago while at work.&lt;br /&gt;Get this, i was working as a "god of wealth" at neighborhood shooping centers.&lt;br /&gt;i have to smile at everyone i meet even when its really hot and tiring and the headgear is uber heavy and cutting through the skin of my ears.&lt;br /&gt;i have to greet everyone "happy new year", so much so that i reckon i've never said that phrase so many times in my life before.&lt;br /&gt;i was there to make people's day, to make them smile and make them happy.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end,&lt;br /&gt;fate has to play a trick on me and make me lose my phone.&lt;br /&gt;All my contacts, GONE.&lt;br /&gt;i'd have given anything to have them back but bah, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm stuck with a stupid 8250. The screen is small, the light is blue and i get so irritated when i look at the phone and know that MY sim card is in there. i can't change to a new phone now because everyone at home is blaming me for losing my phone. LIKE ITS REALLY MY FAULT. fuckit man. i'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;The phone also has no auto keypad lock, which means that i have to lock the keypad myself to prevent my phone from calling other people accidentally. Which i am too lazy to do! Even messaging is a chore. MAn! FUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-113820496670072843?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113820496670072843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113820496670072843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/01/untitled.html' title='Untitled.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-113809633474733714</id><published>2006-01-24T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T01:54:23.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When a loss is a loss, even to noobs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When a loss is a loss, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when it doesn't taste good and doesn't feel good, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when it was the end of everything, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when the word defeat shone across my screen;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even to noobs, a loss is a loss. There's no excuse, there's no saying why you lost. i lost, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People whom i've always considered weak, people whom i've never held a regard for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i lost to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The feeling sucks, yes it does.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;defeat;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-113809633474733714?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113809633474733714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113809633474733714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-loss-is-loss-even-to-noobs.html' title='When a loss is a loss, even to noobs.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-113759881962223352</id><published>2006-01-18T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T07:40:19.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in a mess, again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's 17. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's worried, in fact very, worried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At his age he's worried, confused and vexed by something that most of his peers won't be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's in a mess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While in a dilemma, he contemplates taking the easy route out. But as he thinks and vexes himself further, he realises it isn't the right way out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He just hopes everything will be fine. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-113759881962223352?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113759881962223352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113759881962223352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-mess-again.html' title='in a mess, again.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-113697917085859163</id><published>2006-01-11T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T03:32:50.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry for the late update.</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone =) i'd like to apologise for the very late update and well mainly because i haven't been in the hardworking mood for blogging lately. I keep checking back at my blog to see if anyone tagged and i don't find anyone new, that was when i realised its because i haven't updated for such a long time. So, to sum things up for the period of time that i haven't been updating, life's been pretty much like a roller coaster. Until recently did things settle down and boy, i really love the way things are now. =D Couldn't be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, i'm at Pasir Ris Street52, sitting down at one of the stone chairs and tables at the void deck of block 521, waiting for hunn to finish her tuition session with this primary3 bugger. She's teaching English, it's pretty unbelievable you know. I'd have expected her to teach like chinese instead, cause she's damn good at it (well, not really REALLY GOOD, but yeah, passable. heehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering, how the hell do i update if that is the case, i must be lying? Uh uh uh, wrong wrong WRONG. See, i tapped onto one of the residents' wireless connection and taa-daa! Lo and behold, free connection to the internet, just like any other Mac's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's update is abit lengthy i must say, =) but that's because ive got another hour to while away and i've got absolutely nothing to do! Except to face the screen of my fuji and type type type away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yeah, i brought the Dota fever back to my class recently. Even Nick is playing it, and he's going crazy over it. Why do i say so? 1, he thinks Zeus is the best and as such, he only uses him in EVERY single game. 2, he get's all gay-ish to me whenever i teach him some stuff or correct his mistakes, he'll go "oh i didnt know that! thanks dear." in a gay-ish manner, that includes the voice and tone too. 3, he looks down on sniper! arGH! No one looks down on sniper. You know why? Cause 1, Chuan will come after you. 2, Lee will come after you. 3, I WILL COME AFTER YOU! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akemi was telling me about the new Mini Cooper showroom that just opened near the whole stretch of car showrooms right beside the MRT tracks. We were so hyped about going to visit it but, =( we couldn't or i should say, didn't finish the work in time. Shucks =/ my mini cooper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really fantasizing, i mean really really fantasizing. No, seriously i almost got to convince myself on one occasion that i actually own a mini cooper. No kidding, that's my obssession with the car and my thirst to own and drive an automobile. =( i still have to wait till 21 no matter what, goddammit! argh, why do they hafta change the rules like halfway? cant they make it like start the year after mine?! geeez. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-113697917085859163?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113697917085859163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113697917085859163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-sorry-for-late-update.html' title='I&apos;m sorry for the late update.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-113595089399697599</id><published>2005-12-30T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T05:54:54.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post</title><content type='html'>wo0t, guess wha? It's my 100th post in this blog! i've been in pretty bad shape lately. When i say lately, i mean the past 24hours. Anyways, was on the bus two days ago and this was what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on bus service 7, from town back home to clementi. So i was sitting on the upper deck of the bus right, and then there was this pansy, make that two; pansies. And they were talking, from neoprints and how retarded they looked, all the way to "ZidaneRocks" and Maplestory o.O&lt;br /&gt;So they were talking and they were really gay, gay like daniel teo. People who were in PD01-20, you'd all know how gay. But guess wha? They were even &lt;strong&gt;MORE&lt;/strong&gt; gay. The way they spoke, the way they talked on the phone, the way they do everything was really gay. Man! i almost died of laughing. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its my 100th post man! Not gonna talk about pansies all entry, now let's see what ive been doing. Spring cleaning, packed everything away in boxes and my table suddenly donned a clean and neat look. Mom wont be able to complain about it being messy no more. End of year is always a love - hate time of the year for me, i love Christmas but man! i hate spring cleaning =( its really troublesome and i still cant see the reason of having the need to clean for the new year, despite having done it for like 17 years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, having said all that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Merry X'mas people, tho its that little bit late heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Smashing Bashing New Year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the puzzle hangs high..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-113595089399697599?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113595089399697599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113595089399697599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2005/12/100th-post.html' title='100th post'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-113506436453126970</id><published>2005-12-20T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T23:42:53.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye CareBears.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye CareBears! =( been working with a group of wonderful people for 9 days. Gerlyn (piglet), Iskandar (Iz), Jocelyn, Boy, Desiree. The Aussie crew, and of course the two CareBears, Lydia and Jennifer. Will upload photos soon enough. Its been just 9 days but it seemed like we've known for ages eh, piglet? I bet imma miss all of em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always the next season to look forward to! and i hope Debbie gets me some mascot job =D The pay's darn good k. Got the cash yesterday in town, met up with all the guys and debbie for a little last gathering. 500 bucks, cold hard cash =) feels good to have so much cash on me once in a while heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can i say? i love the job, i love the people, i love the money =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piglet and Iz, i know y'all will be reading this so, i'm gonna miss you all and i've had really great time with all of you these nine days. Really, though i might risk dying early staying outside the mall with Iz all the time and risk getting diabetes with Piglet and her After Eights. =) i still love y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see each other next season yeah? Hopefully. Pastor Loh wont cross me out because of my sister and Eureka right, zhu zai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;BASICALLY,&lt;/span&gt;  =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bye Care-a-lot!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-113506436453126970?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113506436453126970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113506436453126970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2005/12/bye-carebears.html' title='Bye CareBears.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-113440228717656789</id><published>2005-12-12T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T07:44:47.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>care bear song in my head.</title><content type='html'>Been working at Suntec City Tropics Atrium, the Carebears event by HSBC as Guest Relations. Basically i watch the Carebear show 3 times daily and try to control the ever hyper-active kids. Some parents are really nice, they give you a pat on your back and give you a big smile with an added "thankyou" or "thanks alot, pal" and then there're the parents that expect everything to be their way even when the show is free and they scream at you in your face. Well, like they say, Snigaporeans are semi-idiotic, but only some. SOME. i still prefer to serve angmohs anytime. They're much nicer =) and they go "thanks, mate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since i watch the show 3 times daily, that also means i listen to the 4 songs that the show crew sing during each show. They're nice Aussies; Megan, Daniel, Emma and Anthony. ( ;) yes sista, that's YOUR name. If you're reading this, that is. ) They're all really nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my Event Manager is Ignatius, whos a complete racist against Indians. He might seem like an arse, but he's quite nice when you know him. Then there's Boy, the sound console bugger that's always staring at the girl with uber short skirt at the pushcart and the HSBC promoter. Yeah that's his name, Boy. He's malay =) and quite good looking, lol. Damn funny guy he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a Manchester United blogskin. Dammit, they drew against Everton. WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Pro Evolution Soccer 5 also screwed up on me, fuck that too yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, i'd like to apologise for the previous angry post. It was kinda stupid, come to think of it. Its off my blog for good now =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-113440228717656789?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113440228717656789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113440228717656789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2005/12/care-bear-song-in-my-head.html' title='care bear song in my head.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-113357429144705371</id><published>2005-12-03T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T17:49:25.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of holidays.</title><content type='html'>It's been sometime since i last updated eh? Been really busy lately, so many different projects going on at the same time, i'm really gonna go nuts. I realised, i'm not someone that can take pressure and stress really well. Maybe i'm half an escapist too. HALF, only. I'm still pretty much an optimist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today marks the first day of the holidays and i'm planning to do some really nice stuff for my dar=) planning, that is. heh heh. Will be working as an event helper from the 9th to 19th. Will be working part time at Eureka Events company, for my sister on the other days. I bet i'll be damn tired and worn. But i think its worth it. It's time to fill some $$ in my bank account now right? And i need to get another pair of Vans and some new tees. Gee i gotta update my want-list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, good morning y'all and have a nice day =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-113357429144705371?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113357429144705371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113357429144705371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2005/12/1st-day-of-holidays.html' title='1st day of holidays.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-113357535086603063</id><published>2005-12-03T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T18:04:28.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I know i havent been the bestest nor greatest of boyfriends and that i'm super ego plus i'm an uber jerk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;But one thing i know for sure is that i wont ever give you up for my games, because why? you're too important to me. Too important. And you must also tell me. 'Cause i won't know if you dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;If you need me, ill be there. If you think i'm too noisy, i'll shuttup. If you think im irritating, i'll piss off, and stay some distance from you, and watch, i'll still be there. I'd do anything. Anything at all, for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And i will change, my addiction for games, for Dota, for Pro Evolution, for NBA, for warcraft. i'll change. i will.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;i love you dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-113357535086603063?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113357535086603063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113357535086603063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-sorry.html' title='i&apos;m sorry.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-113267340892533296</id><published>2005-11-22T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T07:30:08.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleypot rice.</title><content type='html'>Any given day, i'd swap a full course meal at Crystal Jade or wherever for Claypot rice at Chinatown. Why? Simply because i get the kick and satisfaction after eating my fill there. I'm not saying crystal jade sucks, but they just don't provide the kick no more. Food from there is getting really really draggy and boring. Gee how can i ever forget the sambal grilled stingray? it's uber man =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever loved so deep, you cried? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever ran so hard, you collapsed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever screamed so loud, you lost your voice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever played so much, you injured yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever fought so hard, you still lost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever kissed so much, it was crazy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever tried so hard to sing, it was awful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised that i would dedicate a part of my daily entries to you, here;&lt;br /&gt;Mini cooper S will always be the one standing AFTER you. =) note, after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-113267340892533296?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113267340892533296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113267340892533296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2005/11/cleypot-rice.html' title='Cleypot rice.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-113228338209462102</id><published>2005-11-18T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T19:09:42.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>40 days and 40 nights in class.</title><content type='html'>Dusty blog, it collects dust once in a while, was watching and playing 40 Days and 40 Nights on the class projector in school for my mates. And when the show came to the part where Erica got mad at Matt for not telling her everything and the truth and not being honest, reminded me of something. But fuckit, i dont wanna think about it today eh? Today's too good to spoil. Too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sure, i didnt feel too good. He should look in the mirror eh? ahh forget it. He can think however he likes, i dont give a fuck about it. Because why? you dont have the balls to berate me right in my face. Well do it like a man you wuss. Oh wait, did i mention short wuss? Yeah i think i did, wait i didnt? Man i should have! but now that i've mentioned it, -shrugs no matter anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks our 2nd month anni together. There'll be many more to come yes i'm sure. =) The ham and egg sandwich this morning were yummy-licious. Great, simply great. Can i have breakfast by you for the rest of my life? heh, i wishh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-113228338209462102?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113228338209462102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113228338209462102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2005/11/40-days-and-40-nights-in-class.html' title='40 days and 40 nights in class.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-113181996544048138</id><published>2005-11-13T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T10:31:35.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update after long, waiting for dumb to reply.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I clicked on favourites, went to "blogs" and then clicked on "my rules" and i was at my blog. i went to my tagboard, and yuling was rushing me to update. I took a look at my entries and i realised its been some time =) so i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out recently i have this obsession with BMWs. Each time i see a 7-series or a 5-series drive past on the roads, i stare and drool. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8166/1271/1600/mini%20cooper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8166/1271/200/mini%20cooper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she's beautiful dont you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mini cooper S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dream car&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;when i get her&lt;br /&gt;she will always stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt; a rank lower than you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;no matter what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;i promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;you're always number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw plenty o 7 series on the roads lately, i dont know why but maybe singaporeans have the same taste for cars, BMWs. hunn says she likes 7 series, but i think the 6 series is better. much better. but heck, mini rules them all. Mini cooper S. =) =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant upload the picture of the 6 series, so too bad guys. lol but you can get to see her &lt;a href="http://www.bmwinfo.com/pictures/00602.jpg"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;she's really gorgeous. BUT! i still like the mini. period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-113181996544048138?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113181996544048138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113181996544048138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2005/11/update-after-long-waiting-for-dumb-to.html' title='update after long, waiting for dumb to reply.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-113128640101522777</id><published>2005-11-06T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T06:19:44.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>swimming sunday.</title><content type='html'>Unknowingly, i find my self staring at my blogger dashboard. And the next second, i'm lookin at the page where i update my blog entries. gee its pretty amazin i can get the strength to blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been swimmin all afternoon. 53 laps ofpure strength, and also a weak attempt to get myself tanned -.- well i failed, of course. gah whatever, tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;im no liar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;im no big fat liar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;im no bluffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;i care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;i really do care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;what will it take? i'd do anything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-113128640101522777?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113128640101522777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113128640101522777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2005/11/swimming-sunday.html' title='swimming sunday.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-113121035532850086</id><published>2005-11-06T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T09:05:55.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sudden urge.</title><content type='html'>I had a sudden urge to blog tonight, or day whichever makes you happy since its 12.55am now. while waiting for hunn to call meafter she's done with her cleaning up, been reading my mails and i realised someone added me in friendster. well MY friendster profile is pretty dusted up alr and i think the last time that i logged in was way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this someone added me and gee i dont know that person. and then i find out later that she's from dunearn. Yeah dunearn, the place at which i spent 4 years with my buds. And then, it suddenly hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that they must always, always write or type in such a manner? Yeah like what my sister always says like she just did like, 3 minutes and im not sure how many seconds ago when i showed her what i saw, "its really annoying and why the hell must they type like that? its hard for the reader to really make out what they're tryna bring across now right? argh!" yeap, that's her alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what a typical teen fresh out from primary school and moving on the secondary would type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;heyz. thanks ffer addiinq muii wo0rhs. hahas. tiis gurll muua skull dderhs wo0rhs. niice gurll. takke karre huhh.muarkks. miis yya. ffrens ffer lyffe. dr0opp muiie a testii bbaq wo0rhs! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh huh. that is what i'm talking about. If i dont get it wrong, this is what its supposed to mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;hey, thanks for adding me. yeah this girl is from my school and she's a nice person. take care babe, i'll miss ya. Friends for life, drop me a testimonial in return will you?&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaahh=) , aint that it? comments people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-113121035532850086?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113121035532850086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113121035532850086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2005/11/sudden-urge.html' title='sudden urge.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-113077479639758158</id><published>2005-11-01T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T08:20:07.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut hair, cafe cartel.</title><content type='html'>today was sucky man. It poured on us early in the morning and i was totally drenched! man, my hair was totally off as well. gees. cherie was saying throughout lunch that i looked funny -.-  anyways i went to get it cut at Supercuts. they did a &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; good job i'd say. i liked it pretty much, cherie says its nice and sis says its great too! so nik is happy! weeeeeee. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at the cafe cartel. was not bad, had our fill and we were sitting at this BIIG couch. lol was really comfy enough. the waffle was good but the bread was abit tough to chew though. =) not bad on the overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so! its bball session with jas and mao mao tmr at SummerHill. i think i should be turning in if i wanna wake up in time tmr. heh! choww. uhh however you spell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you're my yellow faced one for good. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-113077479639758158?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113077479639758158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113077479639758158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2005/11/cut-hair-cafe-cartel.html' title='Cut hair, cafe cartel.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-113033619544110423</id><published>2005-10-26T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T07:32:19.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transporter II</title><content type='html'>went to catch Transporter II with hunn today. The show was rather dry though, we missed the first 10 minutes of the show, we were eating at Shih Lin and we forgot all about the time! i still remember someone telling me "we got lotsa time." -.- LOTSA TIME HUH! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lo stuff sotto il topman era grande &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;check that out? hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;took afew pictures at Takashimaya with dumb, will upload tmr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And for now, i'm busy with something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i believe Dumb will be so happy tmr =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm happy when she is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i like to see her smiles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;makes my day, and everything worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-113033619544110423?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113033619544110423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113033619544110423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2005/10/transporter-ii.html' title='Transporter II'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-113025764054740856</id><published>2005-10-26T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T09:27:20.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new blogskin : MCR, Helena.</title><content type='html'>wo0t! new blogskin is up boy. My Chemical Romance. Helena themed blogskin. coolio? you bet =P yichuan the MCR hardcore fan went to search this out but he thought another one was nicer so he went ahead with that one while i took this one. wahahhaha! So how? nice or not! thanks hunn for helping me change the blogskin (cause i am a blogging idiot and i have no idea how to change blogskins).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, i heard sik wee got kinda beaten up today eh? hahaha! and he was crying in the toilet by himself! =x shit i shouldnt be gloating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bus ride was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GREAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;=P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and so was everything after that, -wink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-113025764054740856?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113025764054740856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113025764054740856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-blogskin-mcr-helena.html' title='new blogskin : MCR, Helena.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-113007584949744944</id><published>2005-10-23T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T07:04:49.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sprained ankle part II</title><content type='html'>alrighty, sequel to sprained ankle part 1. Its not the first time i sprained it anyways, its the not sure how many times alr, but it sure have been a long time since the last time. it doesnt hurt as much today like it did yesterday but it still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been sleeping most of the day today, catching up on the sleep that i owe my body i guess. slept for 14 hours since last night and another 4 in the afternoon. gee, i'm turning into a pig already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fuck everyone tonight. bad mood. dont ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-113007584949744944?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113007584949744944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/113007584949744944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2005/10/sprained-ankle-part-ii.html' title='sprained ankle part II'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-112999355932346541</id><published>2005-10-22T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T08:05:59.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sprained ankle, 700 bucks.</title><content type='html'>Got my fujitsu lcd fixed, at friggin 700 bucks. Yeah yeah its expensive, and they dont accept cheques! what the hell.... i had to wait till aunt alicia comes down all the way from telok blangah to make the payment.   thanks aunt! your new car's not bad =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner with hunn and her mom and sis. Its not the first time with her sis, Iris but heck it was my first with her mom man, at sakae sushi! and it was darn pressure can? lol. But it went well, or so i think. i aint sure, i gotta ask dumb! heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, pool competition was smooth sailing today. the food wasnt exactly yummy-licious but, heck it. Better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for bball witht he guys today after pool competition and fuckit, sprained ankle. damn shitfucks. long story anyways. dont wanna repeat everything and stain my blog now do i? =D friggin hurts, and im seriously hoping the pain gets better after a good night's sleep. Please recover soon, PJC and mao mao waiting for me. Lao ma too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'll be just fine, hunn. i will =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-112999355932346541?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/112999355932346541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/112999355932346541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2005/10/sprained-ankle-700-bucks.html' title='sprained ankle, 700 bucks.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14150700.post-112977853098102882</id><published>2005-10-20T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:22:10.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fujitsu cracked.</title><content type='html'>My fujitsu's LCD screen cracked. =( i didnt knock it on anything, i didnt drop it, i swear nothing hit it. But the screen cracked when i reached home last night. When i turned on the lappy, all i could see was crack lines all over, and light blue color patches.  and i was like "wtf man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna visit the Fujitsu Hospital for Sickly Laptops in about an hour or two. And they had better replace it for me, cause its still under warranty and i swear it cracked by itself. No school for me today, i figured this was a good excuse from school =P and im gonna meet hunn =D she's accompanying me to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been ponning school, cause im lazy. wahahah! Besides, my team for thursday is really nonsense, so -shrugs. Doesnt matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with hunn and her sista last night, at yoshinoya's cause we couldnt decide on what to eat. and we went supermarket shopping after dinner, i love shopping in the supermarket with bei bei. its, i dont know how to describe it but i just love the time we spend there together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hunn, you will never lose faith in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm sorry&lt;/span&gt; for keeping it from you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i wont do it again, this time its for real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;who said anything about leaving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no one's going ANYWHERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14150700-112977853098102882?l=whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/112977853098102882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14150700/posts/default/112977853098102882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatnikhastosay.blogspot.com/2005/10/fujitsu-cracked.html' title='Fujitsu cracked.'/><author><name>niKolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10221482052788107120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
