<?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-8366108751718723010</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:43:21.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's oh so quiet.</title><subtitle type='html'>for your eyes, a tour into my thoughts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-4258110239346996751</id><published>2011-11-06T10:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T22:35:51.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an oversight.</title><content type='html'>maybe i made a mistake.&lt;div&gt;a mistake to say that we shouldn't be talking until my spm exams are over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's already been more than a month now where i don't have someone to tell my day to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or the fact that i don't have someone to laugh at my stupid jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where i don't have someone to think my lame pickup lines are sweet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or the fact that i don't have someone to care when i'm not doing so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i just don't have someone whom i can share just about everything with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i don't have you," my heart whispers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;obvious to say, we have pals for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's what we are, really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"oh we're nothing less than friends."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a phrase i've thought up about us quite a while ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plain and simple; this conjecture about me and him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but before i drift off again, i share (with whoever reads this), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an original poem i wrote to sum up how i felt so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;sometimes _______,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;sometimes my dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;i don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;though most of the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;i do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;but to tell you this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;i won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-4258110239346996751?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/4258110239346996751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2011/11/oversight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/4258110239346996751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/4258110239346996751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2011/11/oversight.html' title='an oversight.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-6894424083665772886</id><published>2011-08-07T09:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T10:52:21.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lily allen, you mad genius you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MnNJL0CgpC0/Tj38fCj8RQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_vCjw_XzBLA/s1600/mainimage.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MnNJL0CgpC0/Tj38fCj8RQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_vCjw_XzBLA/s320/mainimage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637939918731494658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i'll say it again, lily allen (or should i say cooper?) is absolutely &lt;i&gt;brilliant&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her songs are relatable (in my case), the lyrics make you think deep and it's basically pure joy to sing along. i like how she's not so ordinary; standing out with her sweet voice, cheeky personality and piercing lyrics. you don't find a lot of other singers out there writing issues about racism, ageism, the sorts and then converting them into beautifully shameless melodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i'm relieved to hear she might be going back into the music industry again– kudos to her. i look forward to her amazing works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now here's a song that describes my petty situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="300" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_AZmSJfigJg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;well, i should probably be off to study now, have got math exams tomorrow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-6894424083665772886?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/6894424083665772886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2011/08/lily-allen-you-mad-genius-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/6894424083665772886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/6894424083665772886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2011/08/lily-allen-you-mad-genius-you.html' title='lily allen, you mad genius you.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MnNJL0CgpC0/Tj38fCj8RQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_vCjw_XzBLA/s72-c/mainimage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-1656204923613449817</id><published>2011-07-31T17:46:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T18:29:37.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deprived.</title><content type='html'>exams are so fucking near i can feel it breathing down my neck.&lt;div&gt;i need to sodding study now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what steps did i take to ensure available study time? logging out of everything and de-activating every website i frequently visit, except of course my e-mail. but even that has been empty lately, nobody wants to (or can) notify me of anything anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ever since i started this fast again, i don't know what to type into the internet address everytime i'm online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's good, i guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but nonetheless, i feel devoid. with all this happening, it even might induce me to blog more due to my incredible yearning to still stay in touch with the net. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm going off now. though before doing so, i share with you my favorite songs from deerhoof and cocorosie. enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="300" height="224" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_hMgCLfeJVo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="300" height="224" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/P5rw5giuHsM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-1656204923613449817?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/1656204923613449817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2011/07/deprived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/1656204923613449817'/><link 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mul1cPm73pQ/TigptG6l7iI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MXXZMoictE0/s1600/lollieeeeee.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mul1cPm73pQ/TigptG6l7iI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MXXZMoictE0/s320/lollieeeeee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631797188954025506" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;  line-height: 19px; font-family:verdana;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I finally watched it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;As the last Harry Potter movie started to play on the theatre screen, I just sank physically and mentally in my seat. Deep in thought, I reminiscence back to when I was my naive six years old self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post_content" id="post_content_7883710550"  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div class="post_content" id="post_content_7883710550" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Just about ten years ago, I sit between my parents at the old GSC cinema completely enchanted because it was most probably the first fantasy film I’ve ever seen. I recall thinking as a child that Hagrid was best, Hermione had funny hair and Dudley seem fit indeed as a pig. Above it all, I also wished I was one of Harry Potter’s best mates (instead of Ron too actually).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Twas Monday night and again I sat between my parents watching the sequel to the last book. It wasn't bad, but could've been better. Well, I do like movies with good beginnings. So basically, I was quite fond of the introduction. Watching it in 3D didn’t do much for me though. The only thing that I remember popping out at me was the subtitles, and that’s not very good is it? But alas, I’ll let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two hours or so later, the credits start rolling and honestly, I felt kinda empty. Like I’ve lost a friend of some sort. Funny when people say it’s going to be the close of their childhood with this saga ending and what not; albeit now having seen it, it doesn’t seem like anything but the truth. Maybe the whole lot of us is just over-exaggerating? You don’t have to take my word for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I’m not a very dedicated fan of the series if I didn’t read the books, so I decided to borrow Jeron’s copies and begin my journey of rediscovering what the motion pictures didn’t show me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Just recently up to the fifth chapter of ‘The Philosopher’s Stone’ and I’ve got to tell you that seeing the movie before reading this novel had helped me remember what seems to be a distant memory of all I’ve sustained in the back of my brain. I know I don’t get the privilege of imagining how the characters or what the magical settings of these stories look like because I’ve already watched it fall in place beforehand, but it doesn’t bother me much. Everyone and everything to me, was perfectly casted. In other words, it actually feels nice. Anyway, this is good stuff I’m reading and I’m hoping I can finish all seven books before my big government exams. Though, I’m not going to rush it either as I’ve got other literary components I have to get drilled in my head too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I ought to end this post soon, but first, I want to thank J. K. Rowling ever so much for making one of the best compendiums out there this decade. Cheers to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; clear: both; height: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; clear: both; height: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-6857430119186606130?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/6857430119186606130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2011/07/last-hp-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/6857430119186606130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/6857430119186606130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2011/07/last-hp-movie.html' title='The Last HP Movie.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mul1cPm73pQ/TigptG6l7iI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MXXZMoictE0/s72-c/lollieeeeee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-7065811937632925887</id><published>2011-05-15T09:57:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T18:20:13.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God, him and finally me.</title><content type='html'>Remember how I mentioned my new year's resolution for 2011 was to never, ever fall for anyone in fear it would just totally ruin my concentration to ace my government exams? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not working out so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this guy I know, ever since grade school actually. But we weren't really friends then; it's just like one of those situations where you know his name, his class, maybe his friends and that's about it. These things supposedly remain the way they are, forever. I would have never imagined us connecting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then on one random afternoon, he just decided to leave me a random as heck comment on Facebook and we've been conversing ever since. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever compelled him to do it? I would hint God had helped out too. My relationship with the Lord went down a spiral after Esther left. I stopped truly committing my time to praying, neither did I make any effort to read the Bible. But it hit me soon enough that I shouldn't be shunning my religion like so. It was after that realization that I started devoting myself again. I prayed for something good. Next thing I knew, God showered me with a wonderful day. Things like that don't happen without a reason and I bet He knew all along that it would cheer me up and entirely change me seeing that I was slowly degrading my whole life into depression, anxiety and exhaustion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back on topic, he proposed that we'd meet up on July when he came back here and then he'd take me out somewhere amusing. Nonetheless, I happily agreed. But even so, I actually did some serious thinking about the idea. I wasn't truly sure what kind of person he was, so I poked around. Albeit I didn't find out anything much, I decided maybe I should just take this risk and have my fun. After all, I've got nothing to loose but a heart that can be mended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier yesterday, I actually told him I would be deactivating myself from the internet until my exams were over. I hope I do good on my mid-term exams coming up tomorrow, or it would've just been such bloody hell finding out I wasted all my time and energy for a plan that didn't even work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night? Well, it was awesome. He wanted to call before the two weeks of crazy carried on. I was actually quite shy about it, because I didn't think I would know what to say. But we talked  for 5 or so hours into the morning. Actually, I felt kinda bad because I was depriving him from his sleep and he has to go to work tomorrow. We hung up soon after so long (actually I did), but not intentionally. It was all because my phone had ran dead on battery. Just a suggestion, but this could have been a sign from above or some other extraordinary, paranormal activity. No, I refuse to believe in coincidences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn it, I think I'm beginning to miss him already. Now how in tarnation is this fast going to last for the next 288 hours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-7065811937632925887?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/7065811937632925887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2011/05/god-and-everything-else.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/7065811937632925887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/7065811937632925887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2011/05/god-and-everything-else.html' title='God, him and finally me.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-4963345141520675299</id><published>2011-03-21T20:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T13:34:42.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not always brave.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Today, our Religious Knowledge teacher conducted an interesting activity for class. We were asked to go out into the field and search for something that represented our identity. And so we went and searched. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;I had friends who picked big, yellow flowers, some had Mentos wrappers, a straw and the majority of the guys chose wood-related objects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;One of my very best guy friends who picked the straw stated something interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;"I picked this because even though no matter how many times or in which direction I bend it, it just gets back up. Metaphorically, I think this is me. But take note, the straw will forever have a mark on where it once bent over."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I reworded this, but it doesn't change the point of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;And another guy in my class also said something that caught my attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;"I picked this leaf because it blows away easily. Just like my confidence."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Some just made jokes about themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;"I picked this candy wrapper because I just don't enjoy this flavour."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;"I picked this twig because I'm as skinny as it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;"I picked this pink petal because I like going to Pink World."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;(Okay, WTF to this guy who actually said this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Now me? I actually wanted to catch this beautiful white butterfly, but I thought to myself how I am so unlike it at all. So instead, I decided to follow it and see where it would lead me. Eventually, I found it. I picked this really small, white flower that grows out far and short among the grasses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;When it was my turn to share, I completely lied. Even though I thought about what I really wanted to say for so long, I just didn't have the courage to say it out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;"I picked this because even though I have a big personality, inside I'm really just this small girl."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;That was utter bullshit that makes no sense at all. I was the last one to speak and I wanted to keep it short because I didn't want to my form mates to wait on me since it was also recess. But seriously? 'Small girl' was not a wise choice of an adjective. Well, okay maybe it is partially true if you I replaced it with . I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Here's what I really, really wanted to say :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;"I picked this because most people would probably overlook it or not be bothered by it's existence. Just because it doesn't stand out and it was too tiny to see. Maybe this represents my need on how much I want to be found. To be acknowledged. I'm not plain and boring. I know I'm not. I'm shy, but I crave attention too. Get to know me and I'm as loud as can be. Albeit if I was left me on my own, I'd still be alright. It's been like that so many times that I think I should just get use to it. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-4963345141520675299?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/4963345141520675299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-not-always-brave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/4963345141520675299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/4963345141520675299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-not-always-brave.html' title='I&apos;m not always brave.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-5162880679991658774</id><published>2011-03-15T17:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T23:35:31.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a half boyfriend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Have you ever heard of the term "half boyfriend"? Let me introduce you to the significance of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Well the last I used it was when I mentioned how many past relationships I had have. And to be exact, two and a half. Now how so do you end up with a "half boyfriend" you may query? I'll explain it from the start. I have had one relationship in which where both of us were in the same area, one with a guy who lives in a different district and Mr "half-boyfriend" just completely stays in a different state (I keep asking myself, why does my relationship part from me further and further?) The next thing you know, it's a different country. Or heck maybe my future beau lives in a whole different continent, if possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Let's rename Mr "half-boyfriend" to something less gaudy. I'll just call him Jay (as in Jay Chao, because his voice sounds exactly as if I were talking to the Taiwanese superstar himself and I don't want to go for something obvious and totally out of topic, like Bob for instance.) Now me and Jay met on a tour to China. Less than a week, we thought we had something. And when the tour ended, we parted with sad goodbyes and me with some rather painful feet (I've been trotting all over China with boots too small for me, you CAN'T expect it not to hurt.) Like I mentioned above, he lives in a entirely different state. So what would you think? Goodbye forever right since we've never even hugged or anything, not even holding hands and stuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Somehow, the next morning when I awoke, or later that day (excuse my memory), he got my number from a mutual friend and we just talked for a while. This became a regular thing for the rest of the week and then suddenly,*BOOM* it's girlfriend/boyfriend. Yes, I would admit that was quick. And maybe the decision was hasty, I don't know. I'm just saying'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;He began college soon after that. Then we would text or maybe even call sometimes, we would ring each other up on Skype and chat on MSN. And the gem of it all, maybe even do video chat! Oh my gosh, you could not believe the joy on my face when I saw his face for the first time in ages! I was all like butterflies in my gut and lungs and in my throat. I think I was so happy I might have even freaked him out a bit with my glee (can you blame me? I'm like that when I miss people). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;And then it happened. Everything got weird with time. Text, calls, IM'ing, Skype. We'd talk for an hour or so, but I'd get annoyed so easily with stuff he'd say from then on. I don't know if he noticed this, but he says "I love you" too many times in one day. Seriously, it was like an overdose; too much of a good thing as they would say. Sometimes he would use this high-pitched voice to converse with me, the voice you use when you talk to cute animals and babies. I can assure you I am neither adorable and an animal or just basically, into stuff like that. This one time where he sent me all seven links of his past girlfriends' Facebook. And he'd ask me what I thought of them. Well, what the duck. The last time I ever saw his face on video chat, I don't think my facial expressions consisted of less sentiments, ever. "Meh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I didn't even care if we didn't connect for the next 3 days. What can I say? I thought I was just giving him space, since it's his first week at college and I don't want to bother him. But I had to face the facts, absence certainly didn't make my heart go fonder. We weren't meant to be. He lived so far away that if I suddenly had this odd urge to see him, I would need to steal my dad's car and illegally drive somewhere for the next 14 hours or more with valid, but interestingly fake ID and some random above 18 person as a legit guardian/company for the long journey ahead. Or either I could just board a plane, which is not as simple as it sounds. And I don't think he was very fond of my music taste (I'm strange when in comes to melodies). But the point is, I'm not that deluded. Not about him or just in general, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yeah, I accepted him as a boyfriend. Though, was it a real relationship? The sparks were there, but momentarily. There was never any future in it. I think he felt it too. We didn't even last a month before we split. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;But I can't pretend it didn't happen. And did I truly not credit him by saying he was a "half-boyfriend"? I suppose some might think it was better if I didn't consider him at all. Even if you find this title degrading, I can't say I'm sorry you don't like the way I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I don't regret it though. He told me once that I could learn stuff from relationships. And one important thing I certainly learnt was that I shan't ever rush again whenever I'm making an important decision. Take some time and think things through. It's all for the better.&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/8366108751718723010-5162880679991658774?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/5162880679991658774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2011/03/half-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/5162880679991658774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/5162880679991658774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2011/03/half-boyfriend.html' title='a half boyfriend.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-279932410136746014</id><published>2011-02-13T18:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T23:03:59.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you were meant to be mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have a confession. The other day, when I was wandering around the Vietnam airport at about 7.45 in the morning, I saw it out of the corner of my eye. I almost killed myself and it is all because of this man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Marc Jacobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn him for creating the most perfect pair of sunglasses I have ever laid my eyes on! You cannot imagine the desire burning in me for another pair of those beautiful creations. (it was intense, in short). Priced at USD$140, how can I not resist?! Here take a look at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ThG-O_DR4HM/TVfHmisKHVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aRHKdUoJxMM/s1600/MMJ157S0M81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ThG-O_DR4HM/TVfHmisKHVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aRHKdUoJxMM/s320/MMJ157S0M81.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573142528855252306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it absolutely gorgeous? I looked good in it too (even if I do say so myself). Well, too bad I can't have it! It was all because of that wicked holiday tour guide woman, who convinced my mom that we were about to fly, so it's best I don't waste time (shopping is not a time waster!) or I won't be able to board the plane. I waited 30 minutes before we were actually supposed to go. Seriously?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 minutes, I could have bought 10 pairs of sunnies, sample 22 pieces of fine chocolate, ate 4 scoops of ice cream and still have time left to take a brief 8 minute nap! And right after that 30 minutes of staring at my parents with pleading, dry eyes, my mom decides I can go and buy the glasses. Bad timing was a plus as the stewardess announces we can go in for checking. Oh my gosh. Holy crap. Hell no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a really long queue before it was our turn, so I tried to tell my mom I would be quick as possible, but you know how mothers are. They won't reason with you! The whole trip back home I was sulking, dwelling in despair, all moody and sorts. I think I scared off this Vietnamese girl who was supposedly sitting next to my bad aura. (Oops.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I might not have gotten what I wanted. But I'm saving up for it, because I just checked that www.marcjacobs.com sells them for only US$98! (That's the best news ever!) I'm hoping my mom will let me order it or something. Or maybe during my birthday, some unexpected stranger who happens to stumble across my blog will take this as a hint as of how much I want it? Hah, highly unlikely, I know. Okay, now I'm fantasizing again. What if Marc Jacobs himself, in some weird fate, happens to be reading this? That would be. Wow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Dear Marc Jacobs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I adore you and everything about you. I know you're gay and I support that, but I've got to say, I've got a mighty crush on you too. You look absolutely dashing in anything you wear and that Spongebob tattoo you've got on your right arm? Couldn't be potrayed better by any other man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Your creations are eye-catching, versatile and easy to wear. I've already got your Marc Mode Pelly watch with pop-pink indexes. A pair of MJ sunglasses with purple metal rims and gradient shades which is also in purple. Now what I desperately want is that oversized sunglasses in Crys Purple Black paired with gray shades at your Marc by Marc Jacobs collection (picture reference above). And also a man who uses Bang by Marc Jacobs. That would be incredibly sexy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Anyway, I don't want to bore you with over-excessive praise even though I have lots more to say. So goodbye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Love (forever),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Nicole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-279932410136746014?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/279932410136746014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-were-meant-to-be-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/279932410136746014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/279932410136746014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-were-meant-to-be-mine.html' title='you were meant to be mine'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ThG-O_DR4HM/TVfHmisKHVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aRHKdUoJxMM/s72-c/MMJ157S0M81.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-8843932165188670247</id><published>2011-02-08T18:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T11:49:54.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure</title><content type='html'>I am in the hotel lobby of Vietnam and bored to bits. So I suppose I'll tell you a little about my adventure and upload some pictures in a later date. Anyway, I think Vietnam is absolutely amazing. Of all the crappy holiday tours I've been on, this is the best so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let's start off with the residents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the people here! The people are actually really nice. And Yien guessed right, loads of eye candy to admire. And some of them can speak cantonese, which is a big plus. If I did get lost here, I might have a chance of a dashing Vietnamese man who speaks this chinese dialect to help me and treat me to some skewered beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the food here is great, might be because of the quality control influenced by the French invasion decades ago. Listen to this, baguettes buttered on the inside and filled with scrambled eggs, sun-riped tomatoes and ham of many variety. Doesn't that make your mouth water like a fountain? (If not, I reccommend you try it first.) And also the beef noodles they call Phở (pronounced as FA) is so, so, so good! I swear, even if I have to hit the roads and sit in their really tiny plastic stools with a huge crowd passing by in all directions and just as the wind of the millions of motorcycles that zoom pass bringing dust and sand into my bowl of Phở, I will still eat it. It's just too damn good to pass up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I don't like is the currency they use. They call it Dong and most of the notes do not end with less than 3 zeros. Confuses the hell out of me when I go shopping. Though, (thank God) that they also accept US dollars here. So that makes buying things much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough and I cannot understand why, but I have a compulsion to buy unrequited trinkets. An hour ago, I used about USD$47 to buy an enormous sum of crap. That amounts up to 9 bracelets, 2 necklaces, an ice-cream, some minty gum, 2 brass rings, a pack of tamarind flavoured candy (best buy!), 2 anklets and also some melon gum. See what I mean by pointless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the sad news is I have to return to my country tomorrow. I actually didn't know I had to go so soon and am terribly depressed to go back. I adore Vietnam and would love to come here again. Maybe next time I'll come alone and explore the likes of Ho Chin Minh again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-8843932165188670247?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/8843932165188670247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2011/02/facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/8843932165188670247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/8843932165188670247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2011/02/facebook.html' title='Adventure'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-5266630630363214335</id><published>2011-02-01T18:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T09:57:25.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessionals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think I have been missing the sole intention of blogging. Somewhere in my head, I ponder about what readers are going to think of the content I blog about. Well that way of thinking has changed. I want to blog because I want to express myself. By the way, I don't think I even have readers. But if I do, salutations to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today I'm going to write about an almost untouched topic in these two years of my home blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I choose this subject because it is the month of l'amour (and my birthday). I also never wrote much about it because of what I think my friends or non-friends (but know me anyway), would tell-tale about me when I blog about love related issues. It has happened before, that's why I rarely do so anymore, unlike in 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, my 2011 new year's resolution for love would include how I will not have another boyfriend and how I will not fall in love. Mainly because I have major important exams coming up this year and I have to do my best at it. I get easily distracted by my beaus, so yes I don't mind being single until SPM is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll start off with when I broke up with my last boyfriend in October of 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have to be honest, he was a rebound guy. But I always tried forcing myself to think otherwise. We lived too far away from one another for the relationship to work properly. And I feel really bad for him, because he genuinely did love me for me. We lasted about 9 months before I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't want to waste his time to love someone who couldn't love him as equally much, so I let him go with the reason of how this long-distance relationship was getting too hard for me to handle. Before we ended our connection, he mentioned that if I really did love him it would still work and the feelings wouldn't fade. Are you thinking of how "absence makes the heart grow fonder"? In 9 months, I have only seen him 14 times. That quote is getting overrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I guess in the end he would figure it out, he would realise that I just didn't love him enough to want to work things out. All I have to say is, I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here's another bit that's also hard to talk about. When I was with my last boyfriend, I actually also fancied someone else (up until January of 2011 and I made that vow of no-love thing?). And in case you're wondering I only have two and a half ex-boyfriends (the half one I'll explain next time) and not a million and one ex-boyfriends because the way I'm typing it out right now, it sounds like I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My feelings for this guy were inevitable. And I would always feel guitly about this because I was already taken at that time. But it was so long since my first boyfriend that I felt something really tugging me at the strings of my heart. I would do things intentionally so I could get his attention. I would write his name in my notebook and see how it would fit with mine. I would  think of what it would feel like to kiss him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fuck. Now I'm blushing like mad because of having just realise how crazy I was about him. This is stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I knew we could never be together. I don't even think that he ever saw how much he could affect my whole day. Also, when he was single, I was taken. And now it's vice versa. When he just started things with this chic, people tell me how great they look together and the likes. That bit I hated the most because I have to agree with them. The guy that I have liked very, very much for the past 6 months looks good together with that girl who took him away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The last day I saw him, I cried all the way back home.&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/8366108751718723010-5266630630363214335?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/5266630630363214335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2011/02/confessionals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/5266630630363214335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/5266630630363214335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2011/02/confessionals.html' title='Confessionals.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-5421963014114556014</id><published>2011-01-22T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T22:03:37.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports.</title><content type='html'>Just had school's sports today. It was the first time in five years that I rather enjoyed it. Though the teachers/students got me so unsure of my races.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It first started off that I had the 800m and 4 x 400 relay races.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was 800m, 1500m and 4 x 400m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the 1500m and 4 x 400m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the 1500m and 4 x 100m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I've suddenly switched back to 1500 and 4 x 400m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Lord, look at all the numbers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was glad I've got my medal for Girls A Long Jump event. I find it a little embarassing that Dayang in Girls B who also got third did better than me by 0.05 metres. Well, what can I say? She had longer legs probably (and she didn't weigh as much of a fat pig like me). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea who created these plastic medals that we're suppose to be proud of, but damn do they resemble a durian. They're kinda cheap looking too. It was so much better when Yien's dad was making it for our school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the 1500m race, my opponents were Michelle, Nicole, Kathryn and Angel. I was the only girl for Blue House. By the second round of running, I didn't bother to finish it. That was my plan from the start anyway. This is because, (and I have been telling this to the teachers/students who continuously pick me for races like these in the last five years) I AM NOT A LONG DISTANCE RUNNER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then the 4 x 400m! Holy crap. Felt nervous as shit, didn't have spiked shoes so Leena graciously lent me hers. I was afraid my feet would burst because I felt a little crammed and jammed wearing them. Though seriously, it was a fun run. Mei's friend said to me and Karen, "You can't run, so jog or something okay?" First of all, I didn't really hear him so I just smiled because again, I am nervous as shit. Karen kinda rephrased what he said to us later on and boy was we mad. Well, maybe like for five seconds. But come on! Like Karen said, anyone can run! It justs depends on whether they're good or not! Though he was kinda cutesy. I think I saw him at Starbucks once. Yes, I remember faces. My brain space is vacant because most of the time it isn't used for anything like studying or writing the next Magnum Opus. The directory of random people in my head is always available.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was the first runner. My dad was there shooting plenty of photos of me with my crap face and elephant thighs. I didn't actually know he came until much later when I was out in the field. Anyway, the guns went off, adrenaline on rush, nerves tight as glue and I ran. I didn't run at Flash speed, but I did manage not to get overtaken by Michelle. She was sick in the tummy if I remembered cleary. Kimberley, no surprise was way ahead of me. I guess some people were pretty much at awe that I could keep up. Then it was Karen's turn. I passed her the baton and went in the shade with Michelle. Rolled in the grass until my dad asked me to get up and run around (it's not healthy to sit after a race, let alone lay down somewhere).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End Result : 2nd place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was awesome. Overall super award goes to Blue! Best athlete for Girls A, Blue! Best athlete for Boys B? Also Blue! Team Blue is wicked awesome. I think for the marching event thing we could have won too, it was just that we were disqualified because we lack ONE member. Damn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we're on that topic, I should say something about that too. Oh my fudgecakes. I was the board sign holder girl thing third year in a row (I'm lame). I wore a blue cheongsam and Prada heels. Big mistake on the heel thing. I've got a blister. Them Prada has got mud all over the base because we went into the field of doom. It was originally my mom's and guess what? She went balistic when she found out the mess I've made. It was hot. Expected, because I live in the tropics. And also I think I smudged a little mascara onto my nose. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-5421963014114556014?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/5421963014114556014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2011/01/sports.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/5421963014114556014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/5421963014114556014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2011/01/sports.html' title='Sports.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-2175910328825204098</id><published>2011-01-12T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T16:12:59.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word game.</title><content type='html'>I'm just going to start off with one random word and it'll lead to a sentence and then I have to make another sentence with the last word I used and you have to read it all because I think you're nice.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Painkillers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't work for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A rather eccentric person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not everyone is really nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should give me gummy bears for my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine is coming in about a month or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think of Michael Jordan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guy that used to be in my school with an accent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a really tall guy with a sexy accent and a tan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My body does not consist of the same shades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Marc Jacobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biscuit cracker brand thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caterpillar eyebrows are funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The knock knock joke that involved Mr interrupting pirate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pirate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what were to happen if someone made me walk the plank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad says not to be selfish or to go overboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, I am thinking of pirates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pirates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X marks the spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do we have acne?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They won't go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna stop because I'm getting bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I predict you feel the same way too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-2175910328825204098?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/2175910328825204098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2011/01/let.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/2175910328825204098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/2175910328825204098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2011/01/let.html' title='Word game.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-3285737743499096921</id><published>2011-01-01T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:33:24.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole new year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Happy Twenty Eleven, everybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time, I spent my new years in the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the night before 2010 ended. I waited up for my parents so we could have dinner together. We had lots of cheese, wine and bread ( very Parisian, non? ). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after the very late dinner, it hit me. This awful stomach ache that felt like Rocky high on steroids blowing off steam on my belly. An exaggerated metaphor, but heck it hurts. This went on for about 5 hours, before my dad started to believe I might actually require getting professional help. My mom got kinda tipsy with the bottle of old wine, so she was laughing at me the whole time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my dad drove me to the hospital at about 2 AM. Side note : I get paranoid over things at night. When we were in the hospital, I kept being on the look out for paranormal activity. Always figuring something's following me. Or maybe that "they" were watching from above the ceilings. Because |Hospital + Night time = Creepy things|. Well, that's my theory. Luckily, nothing bad happened that early morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on they way to the doctor's office awaits a depressing old man that mumbles his sentences. Though, I don't expect more from the doctor because honestly, who'd be all wide-awake and cheery to work at 2.15 in the new year's morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He asks me a few questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where's the pain?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When's your last period?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How long has this been going on for?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after I answered all his question, he mumbled to no one in particular "Definitely not pregnant". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he said that, my mind just went "LOLWTF". It was funny. Minutes later, he asks me to lie down in the patient bed and then pokes my flabby belly with his old man index finger. He ponders for a moment, wrote vigorously on his clipboard and then diagnosed me with Gastric problems. Gave me loads of pills, pain killers and a bottle of weird juice. Me and my dad went home soon after listening to his hardly understandable lecture of eating at the right time and what not to avoid future dilemmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home at last, so I ran to my room. Popped in some pain killers and went to bed. Though problem is, I still could not sleep. Thought about plenty of stuff while waiting for the effects to kick in. Didn't work at all. My belly still hurts and eventually the pain wore me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up at 9 AM for breakfast. I've got Melon bread, so that was sorta the highlight of the morning. Got tired at 11, so I slept until 1.30 PM. Lunch time : my daddy's home-made noodles. Rested again at 3 - 5 PM. And the total amount of sleep I've had for today is moreorless 15 hours. That's about two times my average amount. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my koi fish died today. The oldest and largest one. It probably has been living with us for over a decade. What a pity. Hope it goes to fish heaven or some sort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-3285737743499096921?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/3285737743499096921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2011/01/whole-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/3285737743499096921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/3285737743499096921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2011/01/whole-new-year.html' title='Whole new year.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-3197662047715430822</id><published>2010-12-04T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:19:09.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Against Child Violence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LD87oYXrNT8/TPo3mZulWZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/twnMAbR0JFg/s1600/angrybeavers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LD87oYXrNT8/TPo3mZulWZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/twnMAbR0JFg/s320/angrybeavers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546807023941015954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LD87oYXrNT8/TPo3mZulWZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/twnMAbR0JFg/s1600/angrybeavers.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Have you all heard? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To support the fight against child violence, change your Facebook profile picture to a cartoon character from your childhood and invite your friends to do the same! Until Monday (which would be December 6) there should be no human faces on Facebook, but instead, an invasion of memories and joy. For the fight against child violence, be a part of the movement!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, I chose the Angry Beavers (image above). I used to be a Nickelodeon nut. Loving everything from Aah! Real Monsters! to Kenan &amp;amp; Kel. Seriously, they should bring back old school Nick. I admit iCarly and Victorious might be fun to watch, but I'd never be sad if I missed an episode (or ten for that matter). Unlike the show from the 90's "All That", which I'd really once or twice threw a tantrum when I skipped the opening theme song. ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What? It was a catchy song to sing to. ;___;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-3197662047715430822?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/3197662047715430822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/12/against-child-violence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/3197662047715430822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/3197662047715430822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/12/against-child-violence.html' title='Against Child Violence.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LD87oYXrNT8/TPo3mZulWZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/twnMAbR0JFg/s72-c/angrybeavers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-3646918213549855167</id><published>2010-12-03T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T19:58:01.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LD87oYXrNT8/TPkBBwoQBuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WwFRaY_zT2U/s1600/DisneyTangledPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LD87oYXrNT8/TPkBBwoQBuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WwFRaY_zT2U/s320/DisneyTangledPoster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546465545828697826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;Out with Mitzi to Suria! We watched Disney's new movie, "Tangled". Yay for animated films! At first, I thought it was called "Rapunzel", because that's what we know the story as. Anyway, it's a really awesome movie. Anyone who has doubts of watching it, clear it from your head! This movie just makes me wanna have magic hair and cute guys crashing in my house at random. Oh, and also a pan (you'll find out why if you watch the movie). Though, I'd recommend not watching it in 3D. There's not much popping out to touch you and the glasses just make my nose itch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie, we went out in search for food. Then I saw someone. I won't tell you who, but I almost crashed into the wall, gaping.Well, Mitzi saved me. Thank God. I was less than a centimeter away from it. We were laughing mad like coyotes after that incident. We go to Kenny Rogers for lunch. Order muffins, pasta, corn and Sky juice. So the waiter took all our orders and went. But he comes back in a minute and tells us Sky juice is not in stock. Wow. We just literally laughed in his face. I clarified to him Sky juice was another term for water and the waiter went red. Laughed again after he left. We're so mean. Anyway, the meal was alright. Wasn't really bad. Just tolerable. Their muffins weren't so nice though. They used to have larger sized vanilla muffins that had a fluffy feeling when you take the first bite. Now it's just feels soggy. Ugh. Oh, and I saw Andy again. Coincidences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Tonight, I have a craving for ice-cream. I didn't eat ice-cream in so long. So I went in search for it in my fridges. I found Wall's Vanilla but I didn't eat it because I didn't like Wall's and I didn't really like Vanilla. So I phoned up my mom to buy some, so I could eat. Then I played Runescape. Haha, it has been so long ago since I last played. My main account died, so I created a new one. I didn't know I could play games like that on Mac before. Just found out today, because my friend asked me to. But I completely gave up after an hour. Sucks because it kept crashing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Then, my mom came back from work with ice-cream and cake! Snickers ice-cream for me. I am completely and utterly ecstatic. Bless her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-3646918213549855167?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/3646918213549855167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/12/friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/3646918213549855167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/3646918213549855167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/12/friday.html' title='Friday.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LD87oYXrNT8/TPkBBwoQBuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WwFRaY_zT2U/s72-c/DisneyTangledPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-4259466089130101225</id><published>2010-11-30T18:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T11:29:58.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frugal poodle.</title><content type='html'>Today I went on a date with Farah (we're not lesbian by the way)!&lt;div&gt;We went to 1B and did loads of stuff that does not involve money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we are very frugal. And I was trying to save up for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, breakfast with her at Starbucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One choc chip drink and one very stale muffin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was it for BOTH of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For lunch, we went to Sushi King.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One salmon steak set meal, courtesy of Andy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sponsored us $5 so we could manage our budget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was it for BOTH of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh right, about Andy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bumped into him and talked a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tricked him into believing there was a pool in 1B. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I think we both could happily say we lost weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were trying tons of clothes on, didn't buy anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to loads of places messing up clothes and taking pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying clothes is a calorie burner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also went to Times and cam-whored with the books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know that books under Law are so vividly colourful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tempted to buy the collection, but I just didn't have $4018 on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we went home early. Or I could say me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I went home today, I literally collapsed on my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't wake up until very, very late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-4259466089130101225?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/4259466089130101225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/11/frugal-poodle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/4259466089130101225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/4259466089130101225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/11/frugal-poodle.html' title='Frugal poodle.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-4731984675877816497</id><published>2010-11-28T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T22:17:41.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoilers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;READ IF YOU ARE A SPOILER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;or if you like cottage cheese, music and ice-cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So I was watching Ice Age 3 (don't judge me!), and then my mom's friend's daughter starts blurting out whatever that's gonna happen. Honestly, I don't need to know! I want to watch my movie in peace, so why don't you continue playing your "Happy Pets" and leave me alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The thing with spoilers are, that they don't get the message. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;They don't get why you DON'T want to know what happens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well the thing is, we do want to know. We just want to find out ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;So I'm like yelling "SHUTUP! SHUTUP! SHUTUP!" in my mind. But I can't really tell her to shut up, because she's a kid. And I'm older than her so I have to set a good example and all that crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The experience watching the whole movie, knowing what's going to happen is not fun. I'm the type of person who can't read books twice because I'm just not feeling it anymore if I know what's gonna happen. Though if I do read books 2-3 times over, it must be a really good book to make me do so (either that, or I just can't remember what it was about). &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/8366108751718723010-4731984675877816497?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/4731984675877816497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/11/spoilers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/4731984675877816497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/4731984675877816497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/11/spoilers.html' title='Spoilers.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-8560534539402016851</id><published>2010-11-27T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:34:43.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye candy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LD87oYXrNT8/TPBYZfxHSQI/AAAAAAAAADU/8czZAmyWW2g/s1600/candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LD87oYXrNT8/TPBYZfxHSQI/AAAAAAAAADU/8czZAmyWW2g/s320/candy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544028336340551938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;koike teppei. (on the right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been a fan of his movies ever since lovely complex. i absolutely adore the movie. it's about this 6 ft. tall girl and a 5 ft. short boy overcoming their differences and eventually falling in love. there's this other movie he starred it, kids. that's was touching. koike plays the lead character whom can heal other people by taking their wounds and injuries but have to place them onto himself instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as you can guess, he's japanese. it seems now it's trending "koreans", but personally i still love japanese people. i've got lost in tokyo disneyland once too, but that's another story. anyway, koike is just a really cute/believable actor. he's a musician too, but i don't think i've ever really heard WaT's songs. so oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;yun ho. (on the left since koike's on the right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now no longer in dbsk, he's out there raw in korea. but i will still remember the short films he did with dbsk. my personal favorite is dangerous love. well, jae joong thought yun ho is gay for him in the film. and the rest if you want to find out, watch! seriously though, i squealed a lot watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;among all the members of dbsk, i find him the most good-looking. i know jae joong got the sexiest/cutest/handsomest male award in asia, but to me he kinda looks like a blushing girl. now steady there hero fangirls, don't come into my house with a gun and point it to my head as you make me edit that phrase up there. that's just my opinion because i'm a u-know fan and i have a thing for people with tans and uppity hair. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-8560534539402016851?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/8560534539402016851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/11/eye-candy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/8560534539402016851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/8560534539402016851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/11/eye-candy.html' title='Eye candy.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LD87oYXrNT8/TPBYZfxHSQI/AAAAAAAAADU/8czZAmyWW2g/s72-c/candy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-8935372034147077392</id><published>2010-11-26T16:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T19:57:50.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Americanized.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;technically, thanksgiving is a north american holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so why are people all around the world so try-hard wishing everybody else a happy thanksgiving? i say to you mr united states, you're a big influence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously though, a lot of culture originating from anywhere but america is dying. the movies, the music and even politics from there just basically gets more attention. it's not a bad thing, but it isn't all so great either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for example, i could name you ten celebrities who host their own talk shows from america, but i can't even mention one from malaysia. i don't even know if we have talk shows. and if we do, it's probably hosted by a mohammed something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe another example would be to ask me to list ten sitcoms that come from americans. i could do that without blinking because i grew up watching them. now ask me to do the same, except for the fact i were to name sitcoms from where i'm from instead. i think i might have to scramble over and google that bit of information to find out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it already inevitable that the world will fall in to the hands of westerners?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, the way things are looking now, i think not. because we asians are still here and we can also conquer. take note now that we're taking over sports with china, music with korea and also the kawaii/oddball factor from japan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so look out. we're more dangerous than you think we'd be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-8935372034147077392?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/8935372034147077392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/11/americanized.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/8935372034147077392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/8935372034147077392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/11/americanized.html' title='Americanized.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-7209932081726136186</id><published>2010-11-23T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T19:57:46.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;death is a busy man making deals with war.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;north korea and south at it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;so many people; innocent or not, they still die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;i honestly do not know why this war begun anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;though i have other questions regardless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;are you willing to die for your country?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;are you willing to die because your boss said so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;are you willing to die so you don't have to face the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;the wish for world peace is bullshit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;no one works towards the dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;how can anyone expect this to happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;by magic and david copperfield?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;you must be very clever if you think so.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-7209932081726136186?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/7209932081726136186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/11/tragedies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/7209932081726136186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/7209932081726136186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/11/tragedies.html' title='Tragedies.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-3866550522623033898</id><published>2010-09-23T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:37:19.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So yesterday during physics, 90% of us didn't finish the teacher's homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sure it was just one question, but it still meant punishment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We were to shove all our books in our bags and place them up above our heads for the lesson. I'm so lucky I'm the type of kid who doesn't bring most of her books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I just kinda pity those who never ever pack their bags. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;They're carrying everything from the timetable; Monday to Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After the lesson we had to stay back and listen to Section B of the retribution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We were to go home and write "I WILL FINISH ALL MY PHYSICS HOMEWORK GIVEN BY THE TEACHER IN THE FUTURE" about 150 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;There was this guy in my class who talked back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So teacher made him write it 300 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I go home and do it. I made sure mine was more special than the rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Therefore, I did it in the colours of the rainbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I hope the teacher won't recycle my hard work and maybe frame it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So today I talked to my cookie. It's been a really long time since I've had a chat with her. And it goes all fine and stuff like we normally talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She then tells me this secret or something. I really was heartbroken for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She deserves to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She does.&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/8366108751718723010-3866550522623033898?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/3866550522623033898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/3866550522623033898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/3866550522623033898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-time.html' title='Long time.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-5407902335634358773</id><published>2010-08-31T07:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:45:41.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm deluded.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I constantly hurt myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I keep a straight face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;My mind is blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Just for a little while though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Then the rue memories fill in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I welcome the pain in each of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;And I see how long it takes before I breakdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/8366108751718723010-5407902335634358773?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/5407902335634358773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-deluded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/5407902335634358773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/5407902335634358773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-deluded.html' title='I&apos;m deluded.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-7401673985802538397</id><published>2010-08-30T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:38:34.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://nickary.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://nickary.deviantart.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's laughable. let me post the stats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;nickary has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;227&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; pageviews total and her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; deviations were viewed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;151&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;She watches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; people, while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; people watch her.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, her deviations received &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; comments and were added to deviants' favourites &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; times, while she commented &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; times, making about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;0.03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; comments per day since she joined DA. This means that she gave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; comments and received &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Her deviation with the most comments is Cammile with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; comments, and it is also her most favourited, with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; favourites. Her most viewed deviation is fine lines with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;103&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; Favourites were given for every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; Comments.&lt;br /&gt;Every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;47.9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; days she uploads a new deviation, and it's usually on a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;, with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;(25%) of her deviations.&lt;br /&gt;Her busiest month was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; July 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; (50%) of her deviations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;seriously, help me out and don't make it look so depressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plus, i'm gonna upload photography. doesn't need me to think much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the thing that's got me a little ticked is how long it takes to submit a damn picture. gahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-7401673985802538397?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/7401673985802538397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/7401673985802538397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/7401673985802538397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-da.html' title='My dA.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-5237631969463852509</id><published>2010-07-27T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:40:21.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Getting a lot of ZZZZZ'z today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In the car this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then during add math in class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In the lab during chemistry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Slept the whole time for recess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;After my physics test, I went to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Then the next 2 classes I was awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Asleep during english.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In the same state for EST class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Got back in the car for a quick nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Went home and slept in the couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Woke up for a head massage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then I'm sleeping again until 6.30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now that's about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Guess what I'm doing next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm gonna go to sleep now. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/8366108751718723010-5237631969463852509?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/5237631969463852509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/07/sleeping-bear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/5237631969463852509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/5237631969463852509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/07/sleeping-bear.html' title='Sleeping Bear'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-5636989498834490006</id><published>2010-07-11T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:42:02.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I started my morning with a sweet for breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was a really odd tasting candy, but oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I went for my lunch with Gee and Mitzi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We ate at Kentucky, was an overall fun gathering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He got us gifts from HK Disneyland!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lots and lots of candy to share between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I really regretted I didn't get him a better gift. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;After that we bid farewell to our dear friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Me and her planned on going for 7k together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;I am so glad we went! I saw so many old friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Though I was walking most of the time, it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;My hand got more tired than my legs from all that waving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;I wish I knew about 7k earlier. The T-shirts looked really nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, we thought we'd go home at 8.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;And meeting Mitzi's friends were nice. Very friendly people. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;But we kinda finished within one hour, so we head back earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Actually her parents were planning on going for dinner together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Though, I feel a little more than stinky and I don't want to intrude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;So I went home and bathe. Leaving them to themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, a while after my refreshing shower, he called me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh gosh. I miss him so much. I like how he listens to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Even though he's often quiet, he remembers what I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I was talking to him; he's at home, and so am I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;There's this whole other story to that, after that, before that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;I wanna share. But I'm thinking I'll keep some moments untold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Feels better that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;So it was just this really magical day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sitting on my couch watching telly waiting for Karen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;She comes around 11-ish and then we wait for Farah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;You know what? Karen has not seen a lot of movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Farah comes by somewhen before 1pm and we eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;My mom cooked spaghetti, but it felt a little dry. Sssh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;We watched Forrest Gump. And then paused it for a long while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Us girls went cycling around my neighborhood and taking pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Let me mock Karen here: SHE CAN'T DO TURNS. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Then we're back on the movie. Holy guacamole people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;If you haven't seen this movie, you better watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;I tell you, it's just really, really good. I could say I loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;So far, I can compare this to Avatar and watch Forrest instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I ♥ MY WEEKEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-5636989498834490006?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/5636989498834490006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/07/weekend-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/5636989498834490006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/5636989498834490006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/07/weekend-fun.html' title='Weekend Fun'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-6036351087776259448</id><published>2010-07-08T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:08:51.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychedelic.</title><content type='html'>Have you guys heard of Paul the psychic octopus?&lt;div&gt;The title really just means what it means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth is, it's actually quite adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a strange, eight-legged, octopus way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This brown mollusk predicts win for Spain in Fifa this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the amazing thing is: Paul is not wrong yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything it has bet on has so far an accurate outcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since it's a German octopus, the football fans of Germany are furious. Paul's leads on Spain winning Germany is undoubtedly correct. This leads the owner of the octopus receiving death threats and also a recipe suggestion from football supporters who find it's predictive powers outrageous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'm listening to Oracle Paul and betting on Spain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I placed it against my dad, who's supporting Holland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoever looses needs to buy a new printer. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's the thing Paul, don't fail me now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-6036351087776259448?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/6036351087776259448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/07/psychedelic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/6036351087776259448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/6036351087776259448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/07/psychedelic.html' title='Psychedelic.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-7666352978124484999</id><published>2010-07-06T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:45:19.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I got.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't know about it so much right now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I asked my friends. They said some things.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are they right? I don't want them to be.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish I could keep it up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8366108751718723010-7666352978124484999?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/7666352978124484999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-i-got.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/7666352978124484999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/7666352978124484999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-i-got.html' title='What I got.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-5083061149503845854</id><published>2010-07-04T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:43:13.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not going easy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Today was an adventure of a lifetime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;And when I say that, I mean I won't be ever doing it again. Because once is enough for me if I were to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I went cycling. About 74.91 kilometers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No bluff, no joke, no kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A little bit extreme right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I saw two dead cats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Gotten chased by stray dogs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Crossed three rivers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Went up to an abandoned hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;So many damn uphills to get up too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Honked at for about four times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Was in a pool with no water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Almost fell down the drain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;First ones to get home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Didn't go to church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8366108751718723010-5083061149503845854?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/5083061149503845854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/07/not-going-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/5083061149503845854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/5083061149503845854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/07/not-going-easy.html' title='Not going easy.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-4803722755869314554</id><published>2010-07-03T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T22:03:12.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll get there.</title><content type='html'>I've been putting this off a while now, but I think it's about time I did it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;World, my readers, and God too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the 16th of June, that was the second day after I come back from my holiday. And on that day, I decided to put my dog to sleep. For eternity. I don't know how many people object to euphemism. But I just can't take my dog shaking from anxiety and suffering badly from kidney failure. And just especially how he can't eat properly. He likes eating too damn much. My dog has the kind of attitude that's all like "we live to eat" instead of vice versa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my Lucky terribly. He's lived up to 15 years. But only spent 8 years with me. God knows that my dog should submit to heaven, so I let Him take my Yorkie. Well, now what can I do? I don't want a new dog. Or rather, I can't. I'm an only child, but Lucky has kept me company. No matter when I was lonely, or maybe not. I don't quite know how to deal with the emptiness I feel now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's buried in my backyard. Below the pretty pink bougainvilleas. Though I don't really like to look at my garden now. Brings back to much memories. I guess I should move on. I'll do it by my own pace. Wondering now, how many people understand what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-4803722755869314554?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/4803722755869314554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/07/ill-get-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/4803722755869314554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/4803722755869314554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/07/ill-get-there.html' title='I&apos;ll get there.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-5394895859920468758</id><published>2010-06-04T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:44:29.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I had a thought today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;You can't sleep when you're riding the passenger seat of a motorcycle. That'd be dumb. And you'd have the wind in your face to wake you anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&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/8366108751718723010-5394895859920468758?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/5394895859920468758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/06/wind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/5394895859920468758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/5394895859920468758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/06/wind.html' title='Wind.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-4244493049190376732</id><published>2010-06-01T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:48:30.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;3 DAYS TILL. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm in Shanghai with my bestest bud in the whole entire world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;We're going to the World Expo 2O1O. It's gonna be awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I CAN JUST FEEL IT ALREADY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;10 DAYS TILL. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;And me and Mit transact to the wonderful country, Hong Kong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Staying there for 5 days at my Aunt's. Gonna bust my wallet chyeahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BTW I NEED TO PACK LIKE, NOW!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;17 DAYS TILL. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;I see this extra terrifical person I know a lotta bout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;It's been one damn month since I saw him. Imybby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I CAN'T WAIT 'NYMOREEEE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;19 DAYS TILL. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;SA Competition at Cyber X. You think I could go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wanna wanna wanna so wanna go. Like so badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EEEEAHHH. LET'S JUST HOPE SO!&lt;/b&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/8366108751718723010-4244493049190376732?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/4244493049190376732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/06/countdown.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/4244493049190376732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/4244493049190376732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/06/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-7212386289581190649</id><published>2010-05-22T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:45:09.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Hum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Some memories are like a dream to me. Not so clear whether it really happened. And well in a way, I guess maybe I should think that way about the bad recollections too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;"What a nightmare."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; I would say just that. Because it really does seems that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-7212386289581190649?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/7212386289581190649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/05/ho-hum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/7212386289581190649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/7212386289581190649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/05/ho-hum.html' title='Ho Hum.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-4064302377797523611</id><published>2010-04-18T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:50:38.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 20px; font-size:x-large;"&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 20px; font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Motorcycles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I just love the thrill of riding one. The speed. The power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;At 120 km/hr, the wide ass smile still ain't coming off my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I want a motor license when I'm legit. Maybe also a Kawasaki Vulcan too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;2. Stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;We love it, we hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's hysterical, it's funny. It kills our brain cells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Seriously though, what's to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;3. Books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm thinking about selling some of my LBD books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;There's about 50+ now on my shelf and I currently need more space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;For you know, some newer LBD books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;4. Food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Well, I've been eating a lot lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;More or less, junk food. Chips, pizza, cakes, chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;You name them, I've ate them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;5. People.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;There are a lot of whiny people in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Also really bitchy, noisy, short ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Oh, and don't forget the about the hypocrites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Muay Thai.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;After jabbing Andy a couple of times MT style, I was tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I felt really great though. And also I was overwhelmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Didn't expect I'd miss doing this so much. Gaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;7. Music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I have recently been brainwashed with K Pop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Everything I listen to now is Epik High, f(x), SNSD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Someone convert me back to the english! Please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;8. God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I need to find my back to Christianity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm slowly degrading, but I'm still praying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Help me search my way. I'm lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Facebook.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I think I'm officially an addict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I go on there automatically before I do anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Is there a cure to this? This is getting crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;10. Television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's sitting in the living room, all so lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Everyone wants the computer now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Poor television. I should go watch it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:x-large;"&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/8366108751718723010-4064302377797523611?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/4064302377797523611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/04/10-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/4064302377797523611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/4064302377797523611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/04/10-things.html' title='10 Things.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-5730744715825612442</id><published>2010-03-21T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:52:55.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on holidays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Monday 15/03]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Went to Beaufort for the annual grave sweeping with some relative of mine. Haven't been there in ages, and my has it changed. Everything is progressing to the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;The place where my grandfather's shop was burnt down is now for rent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;The house where my parents used to live belongs to someone else now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh, and I 've discovered deer meat wasn't all that bad. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just don't let it get cold though.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;[Tuesday 16/03]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Went to CT Mall with Mitzi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;And you know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;With this really cute dress I found at De' Clothe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It costs RM79. Fixed price. I need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;[Wednesday 17/03]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Singletini.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I worked hard and earned rm30 already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;[Thursday 18/03]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;He invaded my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;He made me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I think I might have been wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;[Friday 19/03]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Worked from 9.ooAM 'til 2.20PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tuition from 2.30PM 'til 6.00PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Worked from 6.10PM 'til 9.ooPM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Give me a break already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;[Saturday 20/03]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;XDO Competition at Universal Cyber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Only about 9 people joined. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Winner was Mango.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Prize? RM500.00 &amp;amp; 200 free hours there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Anyway, you know the shop MNG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;No offense. But get some friendlier workers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;They're think they're fucking something looking at us customers like that? Alright, so I don't have a grand LV bag, or big Gucci sunglasses, or don't smell like 'A Scent' by Issey Miyake. Big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;My skinny jeans costs more than your bloody rent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;My coat costs more than you can spend in a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;My shoes are okay, a little dirty, but shut up. They're not cheap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Rude salesgirls can provoke buying your stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sure, you've got some good clothing there I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;But with these bad quality staff you're hiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Don't consider me be buying there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;So other than that, me and Mitzi went to Patrick Salon to get our head's washed. RM21 total if you're using normal shampoo and conditioner. Maybe a little costy, but seriously you should try at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;It's no wonder they've made a name for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;They're just really good at what they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Then we met up with Vania and got lunch at Kentucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I don't know. Sure they're not the best option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Though the Bryanni Rice thing kinda taste alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I just don't feel up to Mc Donald's burgers anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Other things on the menu would still be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's just getting kinda boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;But I guess that's my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So Sam treated me to ice-cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;At Mc Donalds. Sundae scoop, vanilla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Haha, I don't know why I chose that as my birthday gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Felt like it. Or either it was also the fact that I just like eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;He's never been to 1B so I took him for a little tour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;We walked everywhere; three times in thirty minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So much for being the biggest, most exciting shopping mall in East Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Well, I did show him this ring I wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;It was in a this big, piratey kinda skull in dirty silver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;And pricing was about RM39.90. Though I think it should be cheaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;I didn't get it though because it would be the wrong kinda gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Then later on, we went to Veda Blu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Shared this dark chocolate ice-cream single scoop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Well, we just sat there. Looking at each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So many random thoughts popping up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;And I was already a little tired walking around so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So I slumped in my seat, head on the table, as he watched me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;We met up with them fifteen minutes later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Planning on how to go back to Centre Point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;In the end, we sat in a big SUV. All nine of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Each just paying around RM5/6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Haha, it felt kinda like a family road trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Packed and noisy and above all, fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Most of us ate dinner afterwards at some shop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I just ordered a Pearl Coconut Jelly drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sam was paying for me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ah, chivalry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;This friend everyone knew, but me, popped up too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;He was really tall. He reminded me of some guy I met at church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Though I figured, maybe he was the kinda person with a familiar face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So when everyone was finished, we walked to the bus stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;On our way, this girl gave me a flyer advertising for english courses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I don't see how I needed it, so I passed it back to another guy doing her job. Yeah, I know rather well that I'm pretty ignorant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;And then as we were walking, I checked out the windows, teasing my hair. Then this complete stranger passed me saying, "Cantik sudah bah moi." Haha, I'm not the kinda person who leaves comments like that alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Terima kasih ah! Thank you!" I yelled back with a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Without a backward glance, the old man waved a wave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So we continued walking, all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Us three girls, arm in arm, talking about stuff aloud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;The boys behind just watching at us ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;We reached the bus stop and on the way my shoelaces came untied 3 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;P.S. You guys should know, if I wear my black canvas shoes, they come untied atleast twelve times before the day ends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;It just happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Then the four of us parted from the five that were going back to Papar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Truth to be told, it was the first time I sat a public bus here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It was loads of fun because of the funky pseudo Malay music, my awesome friends and lots of taking the random, bright lights flash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I had a really great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;[Sunday 21/03]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I went to Church today. It was rather boring, sad to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;But oh my gosh, here is the bigger news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I did it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I finally bought the dress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;And the previous sales lady lied!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I got 10% discount minus off RM2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So in the end, it was RM70!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Aiee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I bought the dress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;After that, I just went home all happy-feely like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Something else happened tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;But I guess I'll reveal it another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; 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font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;;&amp;amp;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I woke up to the light sunshine out my windows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'What a wonderful morning', I thought. I smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Though five seconds later, it hit me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'It shouldn't be this bright at 5.45. ..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;HOLY SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I flipped over and stared at my clock for a minute or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It says '6.17 AM'. I was suppose to go at '6.15 AM'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I fell out of bed and ran down the stairs. I tripped. I got up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Into my balcony I flew out to. I see Mit's car still there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So I started yelling her name out repeatedly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Then another thought hit me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'She's in her car. She can't hear me there'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;FFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So then I ran down to my parking. In my jammies. Waving like a mad woman. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She spotted me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Of course she did, who wouldn't spot a girl in pretty pink pj's?) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She rolled down the windows and gave me a questioning look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ohhhh boy.. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"MY ALARM WON'T WORK AND MY KAKAK DIDN'T WAKE ME!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, I blurted out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"GO ON WITHOUT ME! MY DAD CAN SEND ME LATER!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"I'LL CATCH UP!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"I WILL!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ah, so she looked a little relieved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This was much better, no? She agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anyway, I went back in and started going up the stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But then the phone rang, so my mum woke up at picked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She yelled it was for me. I bet it was Mit. Well, I was right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So she told me, it's alright and stuff. She's gonna wait for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But I don't like people waiting for me. So I rushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I threw my clothes on the ground, my books scattered everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was pretty much done, so I ran down and slipped on my shoes. Suddenly I remembered. No socks. I've forgotten them in my room. So then I have to run three flights of stairs up to get those darn cotton things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Whooshed out, slammed the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Just loud enough to wake my Kakak up) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;By the time I'm in the car, it's 6.38 AM. I'm not going to repeat that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;;&amp;amp;TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Hah. My alarm woke me up today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;But it's still early. So I'll just sleep a little longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm sure my Kakak will wake me this time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Next thing I knew when I woke up, it was 6.16AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;My eyes grew huge. Staring again in disbelief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;WHAT THE-?! NOT AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yes, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;So I did what I did Monday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Run, run, run to the balcony. Waved my arms like a nutcase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thank goodness Vania spotted me. So Mit rolled her down her windows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Her reaction. Priceless. She hesitates and asks me to get ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;They'll wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;So here I go rushing around, like a tornado, stuff all over the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;One big, giant mess for me to clean up after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Gaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, my mum heard the commotion and helped me get ready a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Then I was out the door and into the car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;The clock says 6.34AM this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;;&amp;amp;WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Third time's the charm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I woke up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My kakak woke up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My mum woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And I was out by 6:08AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/8366108751718723010-4697398639018803314?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/4697398639018803314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/03/comic-mornings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/4697398639018803314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/4697398639018803314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/03/comic-mornings.html' title='Comic Mornings'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-8146276623652942745</id><published>2010-02-28T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:14:34.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>noodles of awesome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;today i went to church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;my past self has told me i wouldn't regret it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;i guess, i really didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;and if you're wondering how my past self said that to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;or whether if i'm crazy and talk to myself. (the answer is no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'll tell you how. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;via futureme.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's this website that you can write an e-mail to yourself in the FUTURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'll post mine below. i sent it last year in june. received in on my birthday. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Dear future of Niccc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've made it. You've opened this e-mail. You've survived the year. Thank God he protected you, guided you and helped you all the way. Go to church this week, I promise you won't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are things now? The Jolin concert, if you did go, remember the happy moments. If you didn't, who cares? Atleast Mitchii got you her autograph right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is your birthday. Rejoice. You're 15 now. In Grade 10 now. Older, stronger, hopefully not fatter now. If you made it this far with Mr Moontree. Congratulations. It a year anniversary. *o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In three days time, it will be your father's birthday. Draw him a card. Get him a gift. Buy him a pretty little cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got your phone yet? Haha, hopefully it'll be the LG Ice-cream 2 right? Whatever happened to the iPhone, be strong babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Remember. You have a blog. Go update it. Don't let it gather interwebdust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you have not exercised in the past four days. You are getting lazier and lazier. Stop staring at the computer after you've read this. Go exercise damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the things you should've done before you read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;- Learn another 200 chinese characters atleast.&lt;br /&gt;- Loose atleast 2 kilograms. From the weight you are at 6/2/2009&lt;br /&gt;- Create a comic and not give up after the first page is drawn&lt;br /&gt;- Grow taller. You're absolutely not staying at 163 cm!&lt;br /&gt;- Study more often. Do well in school. You can do it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all I have to say. Good luck to you. So on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Love from the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-weight: bold; font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;well, i can't say i've learnt 200 chinese characters. but maybe atleast a hundred or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i did loose 2 kilos. but i think i gained 5 in china. besides, i've forgotten how heavy i was on 6/2/2009. so no matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mm, i sorta made a comic. it has two pages and an amazing story line. does that count?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i hoped i've grown taller. i can't say so though, because i haven't measured myself in a long time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the studying part. err. i guess i could say i've accomplished that due to the government exams. hah&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;anyway, today i made noodles with my dear ol' dad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;it was the most amazing, elastic, 'song' noodles i've made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;it's so good i even added the word 'song' for emphasis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;;&amp;amp; i have now fallen in love with the Kings of Convenience. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8366108751718723010-8146276623652942745?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/8146276623652942745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/02/noodles-of-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/8146276623652942745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/8146276623652942745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/02/noodles-of-awesome.html' title='noodles of awesome.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-916133817579815157</id><published>2010-02-24T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T15:57:50.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;sometimes, just when i wake up, i'm over washed with blank feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;and then i'm like this completely different person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i can't care about anything.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'm mostly ticked off.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i don't know.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;anyway, no shit. mr lim is back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;everyone rushing to copy off answers of each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;classes with him, no one can afford to relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;and that's just a quote i stole off him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;kinda scary, but heck, oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;we got let off early today cause of our briefing on KKAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;going there tomorrow for senior students formation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;gotta reach school about 6.30am. craaaaaaaaaaap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;i just noticed nicole's in my group. should be alright then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;;&amp;amp; cheers to homogeneous dilemmas. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-916133817579815157?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/916133817579815157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/02/spirit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/916133817579815157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/916133817579815157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/02/spirit.html' title='Spirit.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-7513415232310045062</id><published>2010-02-21T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:27:22.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give it a week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just back home yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;From CHINA babes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I went on this 8 days long trip tour thing there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cold as shit. But give me time and I adapted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the problem is since I'm back in the tropics, my skin gets hot flushes every time something cold comes in physical contact with me. It's bothersome.&lt;i&gt; Just like most things now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's not dwell into that. Anyway I should go do some other stuff right now. &lt;i&gt;Like homework.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;;&amp;amp; SCHOOL. DAMN. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-7513415232310045062?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/7513415232310045062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/02/give-it-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/7513415232310045062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/7513415232310045062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/02/give-it-week.html' title='Give it a week.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-6803891504720467909</id><published>2010-01-30T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:57:46.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything can go wrong.</title><content type='html'>it's a new year.&lt;br /&gt;it's the 30th day.&lt;br /&gt;it's the 2010th AD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things are gonna change.&lt;br /&gt;probably a lot of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my thoughts on school for the first month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm now currently in science stream.&lt;br /&gt;difficult, but bearable if i just do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;thinking of dropping add math and physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replacing the subjects with art and english lit.&lt;br /&gt;need those two electives for my future occupation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a job that's gonna give me $3000 a month.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe someplace to stay in berlin too.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i know i'm a big, big, big dreamer.&lt;br /&gt;but what's great, is it can get realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm just barely surviving add math.&lt;br /&gt;physics is bad because of the teacher teaching.&lt;br /&gt;biology would be great if i'd listen at all.&lt;br /&gt;chemistry is alright but the teachers shrieks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;national language, as usual, terrible at it.&lt;br /&gt;english has now become more of a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;est is alright since my science foundation is pretty decent.&lt;br /&gt;modern math, too much damn homework to complete.&lt;br /&gt;moral, i have no idea what the teacher is blabbing about.&lt;br /&gt;rk is not as wonderful as the teacher thinks she's making it to be.&lt;br /&gt;pe is stupid since we have to change outfits so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will succeed. i will progress well for my future. all i can.&lt;br /&gt;just need to cut back on the laziness and work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&amp;amp; my new year's resolution is gonna be learning how to cook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-6803891504720467909?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/6803891504720467909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/01/everything-can-go-wrong.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/6803891504720467909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/6803891504720467909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2010/01/everything-can-go-wrong.html' title='everything can go wrong.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-6790466336352837859</id><published>2009-12-01T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:10:44.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How now brown cow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dear Auntie Kim,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing to you here because I lost your e-mail address in the mess I brought back to Malaysia. Though I don't know whether you'd read this or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your flight back? Did you read the book I gave you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope you're alright. After that 12 hours in the plane, I'd bet you're tired. So rest up! Oh and I think Luan changed his flight schedule and is staying here up until next Monday. I'm not too clear about that. You'd have to go ask him yourself if you'd like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss you much,&lt;br /&gt;Nicole.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-6790466336352837859?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/6790466336352837859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-now-brown-cow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/6790466336352837859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/6790466336352837859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-now-brown-cow.html' title='How now brown cow?'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-1600881861261449445</id><published>2009-11-27T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:16:14.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolly Good Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;The best ice cream is free .&lt;br /&gt;And from a handsome, charm-your-pants-off guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;That's what happened to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The best gift is the one I wished for.&lt;br /&gt;And Yiu, being a generous person, gave it to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;That's what's amazing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The best sushi is right around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;And Miranna brought me there along with Joyce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;That's what is making me bloat with joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The best foot massage is nearby.&lt;br /&gt;And I walked all the way with Yiu and Luan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;That's what's oh so great then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best dog to run with is here.&lt;br /&gt;And she's biting my socks off, even though it smells.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;That's what's making my toes feel wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-1600881861261449445?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/1600881861261449445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/11/jolly-good-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/1600881861261449445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/1600881861261449445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/11/jolly-good-day.html' title='Jolly Good Day'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-2132157883522572245</id><published>2009-11-24T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:17:16.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wondering.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I don't know if You like playing jokes on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;I don't know if You're listening to what I'm saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I don't know if You think it really do matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I asked you a question and well, I'm feeling You kinda laughed at me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's that suppose to mean?&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/8366108751718723010-2132157883522572245?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/2132157883522572245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-wondering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/2132157883522572245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/2132157883522572245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-wondering.html' title='Just wondering.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-9054771654271525720</id><published>2009-11-23T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:18:53.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>c l o v e r</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Even though I've cried a little bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And even though my heart hurts this much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Thank you for such wonderful days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I... somehow, I don't feel so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Thank you for those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thank you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;quote miss k. rin in clover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-9054771654271525720?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/9054771654271525720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/11/c-l-o-v-e-r.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/9054771654271525720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/9054771654271525720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/11/c-l-o-v-e-r.html' title='c l o v e r'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-7665321098810168227</id><published>2009-11-15T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:18:04.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The friendship bridge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In this controversy I'm facing, I'm the friendship bridge among my five friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;The people walking above this bridge is ________.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;The water flowing below the bridge would be ________.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;The occasional rainstorm that's bound to happen is ________.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;The fire that is coming to burn this bridge down would be ________.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On a typical afternoon, the occasional rainstorm has strike lightning on the wooden bridge causing an outburst of wild, angry flames.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now say the bridge survives the fire. It is than already much more frail than before.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;The people trotting on me would expect it's alright to since it's still up. So they continue with their journey, assuming it is, of course, safe to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What they don't know is the water below, has risen up to the point where it's submerging part of the bridge because of the excess rain the place has been getting recently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And also how it's degrading and rotting the wood in the highly, complicated process.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;A few days later, the bridge collapses. People drown. The water is filled with dead bodies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Where is the win/win in this situation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&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/8366108751718723010-7665321098810168227?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/7665321098810168227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/11/friendship-bridge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/7665321098810168227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/7665321098810168227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/11/friendship-bridge.html' title='The friendship bridge.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-1588011140749548500</id><published>2009-11-13T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T22:40:14.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy in what sense?</title><content type='html'>I do not lead a normal life.&lt;div&gt;I do not do normal things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not know how to define normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'll admit. I'm eccentric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-1588011140749548500?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/1588011140749548500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/11/crazy-in-what-sense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/1588011140749548500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/1588011140749548500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/11/crazy-in-what-sense.html' title='crazy in what sense?'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-6133247018248843747</id><published>2009-10-15T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T17:14:54.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart-stirring smells.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;[do ya, do ya wanna]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;You know how hotels prepare toiletries which you can take? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Well, I always do take them. Now I have plenty, plenty, plenty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;And I'd always wonder I would smell like after using them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I just love experimenting.. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;. .. Hah! After testing so much out, I've got more negative than positive results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;First up, we've got a Shangri-La Lavender scented body gel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I actually quite fond of this purple flower and it's smell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But let me tell you, I'm regretting after using it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I smelled like a damn medicine cabinet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tried to wash out the rancid smell with Lime Basil by Le Meridian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It says in it's tiny, cursive words it will energize you after using it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I thought well, that sounds decent enough to try it out. Okay, why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Now I smell like a freaking dishwasher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Damn, that just pissed me off. So I went back to Bvlgari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Some expensive company making soaps and stuff for The Venetian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Boy, I just love Bvlgari. It was the best, free thing I've ever took from a hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Their body lotion sucks, so Novotel's was the better option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;They smell all minty and nice and calming and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Haha, typing all this out. I know I'm weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;;&amp;amp; TOMORROW'S THE WORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-6133247018248843747?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/6133247018248843747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/10/heart-stirring-smells.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/6133247018248843747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/6133247018248843747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/10/heart-stirring-smells.html' title='Heart-stirring smells.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-7628150076293168639</id><published>2009-10-13T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T17:15:51.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ever wonder why.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;FANTASTICAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;NEWS:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;PMR IS OVA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;So here I am again. Finally feeling like typing out senseless crap I hope you'll read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Anyway. My last paper today was Living Skills/Home Economics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Now I've noticed that every time I feel like updating my blog, it is always when that subject is related. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So now that my exams are over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;(for now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;, I am freee to do whatever the heck I wannanana do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;(not exactly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Eeeeahaheahiouuueuaaarghs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yeah, I crush my own happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;KDATZALLBAI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;That was short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-7628150076293168639?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/7628150076293168639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/10/ever-wonder-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/7628150076293168639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/7628150076293168639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/10/ever-wonder-why.html' title='ever wonder why.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-5135412940026858143</id><published>2009-09-14T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:05:57.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Conversation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today's PMR Trial Exams: MATH.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think I did badly. But I'm not sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Anyway, my darlengluilaopo Mitchii, has struggled, scolded and threw a fit while teaching me mathematics. But I admire her for still putting up with me. People who always taught me math tend to want to choke me. Well point is, thanks. I love youu babe. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh yeah. I'm taking the Living Skills exam tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Wish me loads of good, fantastical luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I'll need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I won't repeat the same, stupid act I did for my last paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;In which I circled almost all 'C' and got 18 out of 60. Hahahahhahhahhahahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I promise to be much more sane this time and actually read the questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or maybe even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; them, if you know what I mean. ;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Other than that, I'll be going to MV Doulos tomorrow too! It's a trip organized by the Christian Fellowship Society. Plus this means I won't have to hang about at school after my examinations for some celebration. I'll be in a big, old ship sinking in my love for books and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Highlight: IMOGEN HEAP RELEASES NEW ALBUM!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;It came out already for quite some time, but I only just found out last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I was at Meaghan's house. She was e-mailing people. I was. .. bored. But the music on her iTunes kept me entertained. Then this song with this really familiar voice was playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;My head beats itself up trying to recognize who this singer was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;As a result, it struck me as it could maybe, possibly be Imogen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;So I asked. And she said yeah, it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Boy, I was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Okay anyway, she told me all about her new album called Ellipse and let me listened to a couple of her other songs while I doodled on her tablet/computer thing. It was real nice. I really liked Ms Heap's songs. I especially like that track, Half Life and also Tidal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Look it up if you're into ambience and electronica. :v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;;&amp;amp; 1 MORE WEEK TO GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ever wonder what's all these countdowns about? Eh yeah well that's a something I'll tell you next time. Hee. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-5135412940026858143?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/5135412940026858143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-conversation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/5135412940026858143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/5135412940026858143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-conversation.html' title='End of Conversation.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-3991780298195589039</id><published>2009-08-15T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T11:14:42.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the verge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;[all the things you said, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;running through my head.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; So you know on the previous post, where I told all of you that the majority of my answers are circled 'C' on my Living Skills paper? Hahahahahahahaha. Well, I got 15/60 because of my foolish act. Though it doesn't matter. I still managed to pass because of my course work or something like that. I don't know. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, I just recently cut my hair short because of this consumer's review kinda thing for my friend's website. So guess what? It means free haircut, mann! Well, I'm not sure if he likes it or whatever, but he tells me he wants it (the length, the cut, blaa). Hahahahahahahaha. Funny. I am now the envy of my boyfriend. Woo. The big reality of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Hey, but it isn't like it's this really girly kinda haircut. No, no. Nothing like that. But it is more to a boyish kinda hairstyle that makes me look a lot like a really, really adorable 10 year old. Hahahahahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Stupid right? :0 &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm listening to Owl City again. And I just love that song 'Strawberry Avalanche'. Go look it up or something. Hahahahahahahaha. Oh by the way, I love their merchandise too! They've got some really cool-looking tee's and hoodies that I really want. Aarhh. I'm yearn for it so badly. Get me some my loveeeeeeees.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;MORE&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;FREAKING&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;DAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-3991780298195589039?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/3991780298195589039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-verge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/3991780298195589039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/3991780298195589039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-verge.html' title='on the verge.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-7663714335780719374</id><published>2009-08-02T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:31:19.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huff-huff puff-puff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[singing my heart out to you.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My examinations ended on Friday. Last paper was the dreaded "Living Skills". I didn't read half the questions on the paper. What's more is that 80% of my answers are circled 'C'. This time, this term, was harder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Especially Science, Math, Nationa...Forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;DIFFICULT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School ended at 10.25am. So Grade 9 students get to leave school by so because of that. So I went back to the shop. Then, I went out with my dear friend, Hilary. We went to CP and watched 'The Proposal'. Honestly, it wasn't a bad movie. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8/10 rating.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After that, we went to take sticker photos, buy a ruler and also eat chicken rice. Yum. But actually we also bought tickets to watch another movie; 'Ghost of Girlfriend's Past'. Though, we ran out of time and ended up just keeping the tickets as memories. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then we went home and cam-whored for hours around my room. Oh ga...My room. Let me tell you about my room. If you just take one look at it, you'd thought it belonged to a 7 year old. No, it does not. It belongs to me. I have bed sheets that have cartoon cats and mice all over it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It has funny glow-in-the-dark stickers and strips of running, hugging people stuck on the walls. But I still love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, it's Sunday today. Ehh, it means Hilary is going back to Shanghai today. And Reagan too. Haha. Reagan is crazy and also just 5 years old. I'll miss them lots and lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I still remember when&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; he told me he would ride a dinosaur next time and come to marry me.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That was funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;&amp;amp; oh. 15 more days. remember. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8366108751718723010-7663714335780719374?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/7663714335780719374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/08/huff-huff-puff-puff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/7663714335780719374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/7663714335780719374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/08/huff-huff-puff-puff.html' title='huff-huff puff-puff.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-3209686996265398054</id><published>2009-07-26T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:03:20.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't really know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ on break. not that i did do anything. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know what I'm still doing here. Blogging. Texting. Singing my heart out. I should be studying hard and smart for my exams tomorrow. Well, I will. Maybe, possibly later on. Like at 8'30-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Though you know what? I wish I was smart enough to not study. Too bad wishing just isn't enough. I need huge amounts of effort to make that happen. Like studying regularly. But has anyone of you ever seen me done that? I bet my bottom not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Seriously though, I need to ace my exams this term. If I don't, forget ever calling me again people. Forget it. And don't even think about texting me either. It's the same deal with that too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, I should stop now. I'll probably return to blog in the next month. No, I shouldn't say that. Yien would probably kill me the next day if she read that was true. So I'm guessing the next update would be somewhere around this week. Maybe, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed your weekend chickies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-3209686996265398054?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/3209686996265398054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-dont-really-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/3209686996265398054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/3209686996265398054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-dont-really-know.html' title='You don&apos;t really know.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-9037370411498205125</id><published>2009-07-26T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:19:49.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a sad truth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My heart burns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&amp;amp; I'm not referring to the medical condition of a real heart burn that I'm feeling right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-9037370411498205125?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/9037370411498205125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-sad-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/9037370411498205125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/9037370411498205125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-sad-truth.html' title='It&apos;s a sad truth.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-5934403908273617085</id><published>2009-07-01T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:26:31.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>june.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just so you'd like to know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She passed away on the 11th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;●&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I wish I was there,&lt;br /&gt;To tell her,&lt;br /&gt;That I'll always love, cherish and remember,&lt;br /&gt;Who she was to me.&lt;br /&gt;My dear, dear, grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-5934403908273617085?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/5934403908273617085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/07/june-reminiscence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/5934403908273617085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/5934403908273617085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/07/june-reminiscence.html' title='june.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-2760143447750432634</id><published>2009-06-08T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:33:07.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>while eating my 出前一丁.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;[ highlights ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;exam is finally over babes.&lt;br /&gt;went crazy with mitzi, vania &amp;amp; netty at kdca kaamatan concert.&lt;br /&gt;screamed, not sang, the song gee with netty so loud everyone was looking.&lt;br /&gt;mitzi &amp;amp; vania pretended not to know us after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;kiss kiss baby, if you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;then to easyway with him meet yien, gee &amp;amp; felix.&lt;br /&gt;then adventure starts with yien.&lt;br /&gt;hide &amp;amp; seek + loads of lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31/3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;forgot. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;yien came to my house for a sleepover. eheh.&lt;br /&gt;we went out to center take millions of sticker photo. bloody tired after that.&lt;br /&gt;then back home drag mitzi &amp;amp; yien to easyway meet gee, hou chean &amp;amp; benny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, me and yien ate watermelon. yum.&lt;br /&gt;then i told her a story about how i believe if i swallowed a seed, it will grow somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;i accidently did swallow a seed once. then i didn't drink water for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;i fear it would grow inside my tummy and sprout outta my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yien went to gee's with benny.&lt;br /&gt;benny took and awfully long time to get to my place.&lt;br /&gt;by the way, sorry i LC'ed you. i don't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;really, i don't. :I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that whole drama, me and mitzi sulked in complicated misery. oh the grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yien went home. she took my shirt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;went to help out at the shop.&lt;br /&gt;it was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4/3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;he went to my place and gave me the client.&lt;br /&gt;hugged, talked and so on.&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, we fit perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, i cried like three times that day.&lt;br /&gt;what a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;went to jolin's promo tour with mitzi, yien &amp;amp; vania. i saw law there too. :)&lt;br /&gt;stood there for about 5 hours just to see jolin perform for 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to get jolin to autograph her cd i bought.&lt;br /&gt;i was rotated around in the crowd like a chicken in a rotisserie.&lt;br /&gt;finally, i slipped passed the security guard's noses and joined in the line.&lt;br /&gt;oh hey, not to think that i'm some crazy fangirl of hers.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna speed things up a notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, like about at 10pm we went to heng long for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;mmm. wan tan mian. feel the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6/6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;went out to work again.&lt;br /&gt;i should get an award for being this diligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and now i'm addicted to luna.&lt;br /&gt;damn you, you highly amusing mmorpg game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7/6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;woo. i got a so-called "iPhone".&lt;br /&gt;thanks uncle. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8/6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;mother's coming back today.&lt;br /&gt;after 3 weeks of not seeing her, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i get a LG Ice-Cream 2 today. ;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-2760143447750432634?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/2760143447750432634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/06/while-eating-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/2760143447750432634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/2760143447750432634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/06/while-eating-my.html' title='while eating my 出前一丁.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-8087915920964865471</id><published>2009-06-04T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:55:13.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Yien. :O (LAWL. TAGFEST MAN.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;[1 0 0   t r u t h s]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is quite similar to Netty's. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Furthermore, it's a facebook survey. &lt;/em&gt;x)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 100 Truths about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyone who wants to do. Just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. last beverage = Soy Milk.&lt;/em&gt; *o*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. last phone call = Mr Moontree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. last text message = Mr Moontree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. last song you listened to =&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 大塚 愛 &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- 360°&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. last time you cried = Last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. dated someone twice = Guess so?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. been cheated on = Naw.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it = Nope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. lost someone special = Yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. been depressed = Of course.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. been drunk and threw up = Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. Black&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. Green&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;14. Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;15. Made a new friend = Plenty.&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;16. Fallen out of love = Nein.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;17. Laughed until you cried = Oui.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;18. Met someone who changed you = Ja.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were = Ehh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you = Yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your facebook friend's list =  Ho Ho Ho~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;GENERAL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. How many people on your facebook friends list do you know in real life = Almost everyone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;24. Do you have any pets = Dogs, cats and fishes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;25. Do you want to change your name = Puii! No way man!&lt;/em&gt; ):&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday = It's too awesome of a story to type it full here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;27. What time did you wake up today = 7.45 am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night = Sleeping.&lt;/em&gt; e_______e"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for = My damn phone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother = 2 weeks ago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life = The fact that I'm not close to my family at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom = Yeah. Haha. Dear Tommy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now = This song doesn't have a loop mode.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;35. Most visited webpage = dA, Facebook &amp;amp; Blogger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;37. Nicknames = Nicc, Chee. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;38. Relationship Status = Happily taken. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;39. Zodiac sign = Kawaii Pig~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;40. Male or female? = Female eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;41.Primary School = DSF I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;42. Secondary School = DSF II&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;43. High school/College = MN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;44. Hair colour = Brownie-black.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;46. Height = 163 cm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone? = He friggin' knows already. Gaaa. . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;48: What do you like about yourself? = I'm crazy enough to take risks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;49. Piercings= None at the moment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;50. Tattoos = Naw. But I use ink to draw all over hands sometimes. Eheh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;51. Righty or lefty = Right-O.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;52. First surgery = Already gotten.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;53. First piercing = Tiada eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;54. First best friend = Nor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;55. First sport you joined = Running.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;56. First vacation = Hong Kong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;58. First pair of trainers = Eh. . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;59. Eating = Sammichh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;60. Drinking = Still soy milk.&lt;/em&gt; *o*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;61. I'm about to = Sing out my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;62. Listening to = Refer to answer 4.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;63. Waiting for = Him to come. &lt;/em&gt;(.&gt;o&lt;.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;64. Want kids? = Woo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;65. Get Married? = Wee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;66. Career? = Waa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;67. Lips or eyes= Eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;68. Hugs or kisses = Hugs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;69. Shorter or taller= Taller.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;70. Older or Younger = Older.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous = Romantaneous.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms = A pretty belly.&lt;/em&gt; C:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;73. Sensitive or loud = LoudLoudLoud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship = Relationship.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant = None.&lt;/em&gt; I:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;76. Kissed a stranger = Non.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;77. Drank hard liquor = Haha. In Beijing Baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts = I don't wear glasses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;79. Sex on first date = Wah. Apa ni?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;80. Broken someone's heart = Hmm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;81. Had your own heart broken = Sure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;82. Been arrested = Nope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;83. Turned someone down = Yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;84. Cried when someone died = Obviously.&lt;/em&gt; O:&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;85. Fallen for a friend? =. . .Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;86. Yourself = Ja.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;87. Miracles = Ja.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;88. Love at first sight = Misschien.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;89. Heaven = Ja.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;90. Santa Claus = Nein.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;91. Kiss on the first date = Misschien.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;92. Angels = Ja.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;93. Had more than one bf/gf? = Nuu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;95. Did you sing today? = Wooyeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;96. Ever cheated on a test? = I don't believe there isn't a single person who has never cheated on a test. I really don't. So don't prove me otherwise damnit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go, and why?= Back to 2001 to slap myself some sense and properly learn my chinese.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be? = Aw. That day in Ocean Park with all my friends. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love? = I'm afraid of falling out of love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;100. Posting this as 100 truths? = Yes. &lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-8087915920964865471?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/8087915920964865471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/06/tagged-by-yien-o-lawl-tagfest-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/8087915920964865471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/8087915920964865471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/06/tagged-by-yien-o-lawl-tagfest-man.html' title='Tagged by Yien. :O (LAWL. TAGFEST MAN.)'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-4033827606945275567</id><published>2009-06-03T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T19:02:42.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Netty. ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;[PART 1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥ FAWK. WHAT'S THAT HUGE, RED, UGLY PIMPLE DOING THERE?&lt;/em&gt; ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● How much cash do you have on you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;♥ RM131. Eheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● What's a word that rhymes with "DOOR?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥ "Soar". The skies. Woooooo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● Favorite planet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;♥ Mars. The pretty red planet eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;♥ Mr. Moontree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● What is your favorite ring on your phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥ When I get my phone on Monday, I'm gonna set in Melee's song for my ringtone.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● What shirt are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;♥  2% black tee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● Do you "label" yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;♥ As a first class nutcase, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● Name the brand of your shoes you're currently wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥ Kaki ayam o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● Bright or Dark Room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;♥ Dark room where I can sleep, sleep, sleep at ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ She's one sexy dinasaur.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥ Talking on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● What did your last text message you received on your cell say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥  "U gona dl .luna ah xD"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e________e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● Where is your nearest 7-11?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;♥ Beverly hills. (That's where I wanna be~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● What's a word that you say a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥ Cheh. Cheh. Cheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● Who told you he/she loved you last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;♥ Mr. Moontree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● Last furry thing you touched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;♥ Lucky beaaaar.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● How many drugs have you done in the last three days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥ I'm a drug-free girl, babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● How many rolls of film do you need developed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;♥ It's all digital now. So who needs film?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● Favorite age you have been so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;♥ 5. I still can remember all those gay-assed moments man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● Your worst enemy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥ None I can think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● What is your current desktop picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;♥ A really awesome picture of me and Mitchii I've awesomely "edified".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● What was the last thing you said to someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 爸爸&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;! Pick up the phone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥ A million bucks I could do with a lotta-lotta things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● Do you like someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;♥ Of course~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● The last song you listened to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;♥ The Afters - Falling into place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;[PART 2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt; Real name → &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; 程至僖&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt; Nickname(s)→ &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Nic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; 变态婆婆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt; Zodiac sign →&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;小肥猪&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;x&lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt; Male or female → &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;女&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt; Elementary → &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DSF I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt; Middle School → &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DSF II.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt; High School → &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;MN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;● &lt;/span&gt;College School → &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;IDK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;● &lt;/span&gt;Hair color → &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Brownie-black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt; Long or short hair → &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Shoulder-length, babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt; Loud or Quiet → &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Loud 24/7/365&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;● &lt;/span&gt;Sweats or Jeans → &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Jeans.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt; Phone or Camera → &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I'm developing a growing love for the phone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt; Computer freak → &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Like Nett said, not a freak. Is there really not a better word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt; Drink or Smoke → &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; (`u`)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt; Do you have a crush on someone? → &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;He knows already.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;● &lt;/span&gt;Waiting for → &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Jolin's Promo-tour, Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; *o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;FUTURE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Want kids?→&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;（哈哈哈哈哈哈哈）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Want to get married? →&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;嗯。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Careers in mind →&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;我不知道哦~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;WHICH IS BETTER IN THE BOY/GIRL YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt; Lips or eyes → &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Cold eyes baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt; Shorter or taller? → &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Taller 2cm please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt; Romantic or spontaneous → &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Spontareomantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt; Look or Sincere→ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sincerity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt; Sensitive or loud→ &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;L. O. U. D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; (.&gt;o&lt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt; Hook-up or relationship → &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Relationship baa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;● &lt;/span&gt;Trouble maker or hesitant → &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;None, thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; D:&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Fight → &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Like. All the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;Ran away from home → &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;No comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Become a play boy → &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;No comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Killed somebody →&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; No comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;Broken someone's heart → &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ehh. Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;Been arrested → &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Naww. I'm a good girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;Cried when someone died → &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yeahyeahyeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;● &lt;/span&gt;Yourself →&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; 85% of believing power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;● &lt;/span&gt;Miracles → &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;98% of believing power. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt; Love at first sight → &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;67% of believing power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;● &lt;/span&gt;Heaven → &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;100% of believing power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;● &lt;/span&gt;Santa Claus → &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;8% of believing power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt; Tooth Fairy → &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;0% of believing power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;● &lt;/span&gt;Kiss on the first date→ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;74% of believing power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;Is there one person you want to be with right now? → &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Desperately yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;Are you seriously happy with where you are in life? → &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Alright with life so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;Do you believe in God? →&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; I strongly believe in God.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;TAGGED: MITZI. 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SAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-4033827606945275567?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/4033827606945275567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/06/tagged-by-netty-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/4033827606945275567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/4033827606945275567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/06/tagged-by-netty-d.html' title='Tagged by Netty. ;D'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-8045487809415993952</id><published>2009-06-02T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:00:50.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Mitchii again! *o*</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; 大姐啦&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● Are we friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;♥ No. We're more than that. We're wife &amp;amp; wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● When and how did we meet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥ It happened so long, long ago that I've forgotten myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● Did you like me at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥ I like you more than words can say babbbby.&lt;/em&gt; ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;♥ Mitchii. Explanation? Something to do with Tamagotchiis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;● Describe me in one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥ Cra-a-a-azy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● What was your first impression?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;♥ Woo! Pretty baby! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● Do you still think that way about me now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;♥ YeahYeahYeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● What reminds you of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥ My MSN display picture.&lt;/em&gt; :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● If you could give me anything what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;♥ I'd give you my chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● How well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;♥ I know you better than alotta-lotta people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;● When's the last time you saw me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥ Yesterday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;♥ Hmm. I think I tell you everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● Are you going to post this in your notes and see what I say about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;♥ If I knew what that meant. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● What is my best attribute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥ Your sparkling, enthusiastic attitude dahling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● Who are you tagging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;♥ Yien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;♥ Netty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥ May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-8045487809415993952?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/8045487809415993952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/06/tagged-by-mitchii-again-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/8045487809415993952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/8045487809415993952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/06/tagged-by-mitchii-again-o.html' title='Tagged by Mitchii again! *o*'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-7544002600057564910</id><published>2009-05-28T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:05:57.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handsome Guy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So. If you've been following my tagboard. Or either Mitzi's.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll find a person named Handsome Guy spamming crap.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;He's left comments at Netty's tagbox too, but she deleted it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Netty? How do I know this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Surprise! Surprise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because I'm the so called "Handsome Guy". Oh my gosh, right?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well if you've clicked the link, it would've lead you to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nickaryjustgotcha.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Even though it is an invalid blogspot ID. Read the URL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get it now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NICKARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;JUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOTCHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Haha, yeah. Yien. You're smart. You've got it figured out first.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well anyway, sorry for any trouble caused. Especially to Nettyy.&lt;/strong&gt; 쏘리 쏘리 쏘리 쏘리.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And Moontree, you're handsome. I was just playing so don't worry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All in the name of harmless fun, I'm done.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-7544002600057564910?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/7544002600057564910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/05/handsome-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/7544002600057564910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/7544002600057564910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/05/handsome-guy.html' title='Handsome Guy.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-6699625980279609260</id><published>2009-05-22T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:46:53.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My crap of a love poem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Dear BabyMoontree, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I made this when I first started liking you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha.&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Well, hope you like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Every now and then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wait for you to pass by my classroom door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Though just a glance is enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I can't help but crave a little more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's dizzying how you smile,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How you could be so nice to me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe it's just a crazy phase,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But for now, I'd like to wait and see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My dear heart just beats,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Slowly and rapidly at the same time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But all the same, at an odd pace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Again, again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm drowning so deep,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how much I like you isn't goin to save me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where the answer creeps,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's likely I'm dead by then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But maybe if I give it time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And patiently wait untill you realise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's time to say something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I can move on or either just keep dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&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/8366108751718723010-6699625980279609260?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/6699625980279609260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-crap-of-love-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/6699625980279609260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/6699625980279609260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-crap-of-love-poem.html' title='My crap of a love poem.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-3466875164367917449</id><published>2009-05-17T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:00:17.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>내가 미쳐 미쳐  BABY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;[CutieQMitzi changed to my school.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah. Along joined Vania too.Together, we'll conquer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Watch out world. Here comes 3DearDarlingDestructions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;[Three months with Moontree.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A fiscal quarter of a year. It doesn't feel like it though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time flies so fast, fast, fast when you're having fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At first, he didn't know we were approaching 3 months.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But after Mitzi dropping a million thousand clues, he finally got it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poor Mitzi, it almost drove her crazy talking to him. Hahahahahahha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He kept thinking it was my mother's, father's or either my dog's birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;[Choking on a fish bone.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I choked on a fish bone. It was not fun at all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;30 minutes later, I got it out by constantly hacking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;[Practical jokes.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After choking, me and Mitzi pranked Gee and Moontree.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;We called Gee at first, Mitzi claims I had just fainted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then we called Moontree, Mitzi now claims I'm choking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;They believed us, and are constantly worrying their heads off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We rolled on the floor laughing, untill our stomachs hurt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;When we finally had enough we ended by saying "GOTCHA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You could guess I've got an ear-bashing from Moontree. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Our next target was actually 陈陈. But he didn't like it, so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too bad huh? Sorry that we didn't manage to prank you. Yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;[Face up to a black dog.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was during ECA. 3D's drinking Milk Pearl with Gee. Then suddenly Jeron came. He said he was hiding from someone. Turns out that someone is that black, black dog with braces. Apparently he saw Jeron touch his girlfriend's shoulder and now wants to speak him. He sent a friend to find Jeron. I asked Karen to accompany him 'cause I was still finishing off my Milk Pearl. After a moment or two, Karen came back. That guy said it was none of her buisness so she bu shuang liao o. That made me fucking angry. How dare he say that?! I was going to make that buisness mine now that it involves Jeron. I signaled him to see if it was alright if I went there. His face shows fear but manages a nod. So I went ahead to Jeron and the Black Dog. Moontree asked me not too but whatever. I didn't listen. I has hyper angry.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then it went something like this :-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nic (in an angry voice): "Jeron, we need to go. Are you done? I don't have time. We need to leave now."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black dog stares at Nic. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nic stares back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nic (in an even angrier voice): "Are you done talking to him? He needs to go now."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black dog stares at Nic. Touches his hair and face and paces around like an idiot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waiting for him to answer spoils Nic's mood. Nic felt like punching him if he didn't reply soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black dog (still touching his face): "Can you give me a few seconds more, with him?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nic (in the angriest voice, points to the Black dog in the face): "I give you one minute."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black dog shows traces of fear and just nods. Then Nic stomps off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten seconds later, Nic goes back and drags Jeron away from the Black Dog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;[Shopping with 阿妈.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went to Waaaahrisan Square. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was no electricity there. Ughh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bought shorts. Buy 1 Free 1. Hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then to Centerr Poooooint.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ate McFlurry Cornetts. I lovelove it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;[Crazy phone conversation.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moontree: "Alaaa. Fattie."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sunflower: "Atleast I have an ass okay?! Not like youuuu. Tiada ass punya. No meaat de."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moontree: "Cheh! Who say I don't have owh! Atleast I bodyfit. No like you. No sun choi."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sunflower: "Pui! Bodyfit waa. Itu call underweight. Everyday eat one spoon of rice oni."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moontree: "Wahh! What owh?! I eat two bowls of rice everynight laa."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sunflower: "Your two bowls of rice the size of teacup only ma kan?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moontree: "Where got owh?! I eat healthy okay. Not like you, buttercake, meegoreng, ice-cream. Gain 10kg terus owhh."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sunflower: "Cheh! Atleast fat itu kawaii maaaaaa. Not like you. No ass. Ala. Ala. No aaaaaass."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&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/8366108751718723010-3466875164367917449?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/3466875164367917449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/3466875164367917449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/3466875164367917449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby.html' title='내가 미쳐 미쳐  BABY.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-9007123586017158224</id><published>2009-05-10T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:25:49.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Mitchii! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;● Besides your lips, where is your favourite spot to get kissed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥ &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My wrist. I know you're curious why, but don't ask. ;o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● How did you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥ &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I felt lazy. I woke up at around 6.00 am to make a Mother's day card.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● Who was the last person/people you took photo with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Liang Moi Mitzi~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;● Would you consider yourself spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Me? Nawww. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● Will you ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥ &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sure, might as well. Save some humans or whatever right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;● Have you ever had a best friend who was of opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Of course. I miss him now that he's mentioned. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● Do you want someone dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥ &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I rather that someone dissapears than die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● What does your last text message say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Cheh! Mei you wo, mei you ni kei! xD. . ." and something else. I forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;● What are you thinking of right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥ &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All those good times with my ol' buddy. I miss you badly. :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● Do you want someone to be with you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Moooooooooooooooooooooontree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● What was the time you went to bed last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥ &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erm, somewhere around 10pm? o.o"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a thrift store somewhere. x)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cayce Wong and Linus Hung. :D ILY GUYS~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;● Who was the last person(s) who text you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Moooooooooooooooooooooontree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;● &lt;strike&gt;Name nine lucky people to do this quiz:&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;IF YOU SEE THIS, YOU'LL DO THIS! :O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-9007123586017158224?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/9007123586017158224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/05/tagged-by-mitchii-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/9007123586017158224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/9007123586017158224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/05/tagged-by-mitchii-d.html' title='Tagged by Mitchii! :D'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-237257918852162973</id><published>2009-04-26T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:25:39.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday we meet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;[Saturday 18/4: The visit.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He came around my house in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brought me breakfast and we ate dumplings together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then we went up my room. He said it was messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I guess it was, but hey, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;We fooled around a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talked, laughed, xxssed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours, he went to Gee's.&lt;br /&gt;And I went for my tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;About 4'30pm my dad fetched me home. I was coming back from my tuition.&lt;br /&gt;But then I saw 十一 and Gee were out in my neighbourhood doing who knows what. My eyes widened, my jaw dropped. It was hysterical, said Gee who saw my expression. Luckily, Mitzi was out by her house. Apparently, 十一 had asked her to go outside. So me and her walked towards them. Finding out why they came and called. Anyway, they came 'cause they were delivering EW for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Haha, thanks guys. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Then we said our goodbyes with them and returned home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me and Mitzi went out to the balcony to enjoy our drink&lt;br /&gt;Watermelon juice for her and Milk Pearl for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But then, something misfortunate happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was poking the cover of the Milk Pearl with light force.&lt;br /&gt;The tea was flowing out slightly so I poked it harder to get the straw in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But then the side of the cup suddenly cracked and exploded.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And the wall (+Mitzi) was splooshed with Milk Pearl Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Spent our last 5 minutes cleaning up. Hahah. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;[Sunday 19/4: They skip school, we skip church.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went out to work that day. I promised my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But then an idea flew into my brain and took over my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I asked Mitzi to come to the shop. Then I asked my dad to fetch us to church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We spent atleast 10 minutes in there. Then we were out and into AC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Toh sui'ed over there for an hour or so. By the time church had finished, we were back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;♥P.S. 陈陈有个男朋友了！:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;[Monday 20/4: Mum's back.]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;She's back today. From Hong Kong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Her hair is longer now. It looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But she's going to cut it short again soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just know she will. Gosh, why though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We're in the car, she tells my father what grandmother has gone through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unaware I'm listening, she continues. The stories, they break my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her kidney cancer. Her operation. How she's unable to walk, eat and barely talk.&lt;br /&gt;And there was one incident where my grandmother wanted to get out and walk so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So they let her. She walked herself to the toilet and fainted there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;My grandmother's being discharged at evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Released into my aunt's care. Oh dear, oh my.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;[Tuesday 21/4: Darling, you're sick.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I brought dumplings to school, hoping to share it with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But's he's sick. Has a high fever, says everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So I asked Leslie to bring it home for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Then later in the evening, I recieved a call. It was him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He says he's feeling much better. Thanks for dumplings and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you know what? He said his mum wouldn't let him eat it due to him being sick.&lt;br /&gt;So instead, the mum gave it to her helper to eat. Oh wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All that wasted effort. Gone. Down some stranger's stomach. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Wednesday 22/4: Finales.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;He's feeling much better, so he came to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Talked to him a while before class started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had a secret surprise for him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Recess, I would attempt again to share dumplings with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I waited eagerly. Waited. Waited. Waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dumplings were getting cold and my eagerness faded.&lt;br /&gt;I ate one. Then two. Then another two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saving the last for him if I see him later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was second recess. Still he was a no-show. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I asked around. Apparently, he had went off to KKH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Went to watch the basketball finals. STTSS vs Kian Kok.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;;________;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now that's the second day in a row my dumplings has yet to reach his lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;[Thursday 23/4: 我很想念，挂念，思念你啊.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me and Mitzii sung "Lonely in Gorgeous" a thousand million times that night.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Our throats began to hurt, so we drank Milo to soothe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;[Friday 24/4: Grade school kisses.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yien didn't come to school today.&lt;/em&gt; 为什么呢？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;She has a heaaaaaache. She's better now though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I skipped CF today. Went to watch him play basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Actually moreorless, talking with Gee and Andrew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then he came over. Gee went home. Andrew went to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; on his glasses. Said I looked like a 'haam po' worr. Pui. Dx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥P.S. Oh hey! Friday's title has some meaning to it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;[Saturday 25/4: “嗨! 我们是. . . TALESWEAVER !”]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MN Idol. Lame name for a school talentime.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Anyway, 我的变态蝴蝶 joined this year.&lt;br /&gt;With his group, Talesweaver, they sang 孤单摩天轮 by 飞轮海~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hypeeeer Hello Kitty Kawaaii! 他唱到很可爱啊！ ☆★☆★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Sunday 26/4: Like nothing else.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So in the evening, me and Mitzii went jogging!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We jogged the first round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And then left it as it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We went to eat ice-cream next! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I've got two scoops of peppermint chocchip.&lt;br /&gt;She had one scoop peppermint chocchip and one scoop vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Then we decided maybe we'd eat the ice-cream while jogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oops! Bad decision girls because Mitzi suddenly dropped hers! Oh no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So we turned back and bought her another scoop of vanilla ice-cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I was finishing mine when I spotted another place that sold ice-cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I debated on whether or not to buy ice-cream again. In the end, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Another two scoops of peppermint chocchip. Mitzi bought 100+ to drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This has got me thinking, our purpose of us going jogging was to loose weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But I think after that fiasco, we gained more than we hardly lost. Hehehehehe. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Monday 27/4: It's so fun!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh. My. Gosh. Oh. My. Gosh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;My daddy bought me a Bamboo Fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;FYI; It's a tablet. With multiple uses. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Thankyouthankyouthankyou~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Tuesday 28/4: I forgot what happened.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;我忘记了我那天做过什么。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;[Wednesday 29/4: I forgot what happened, again. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;我真的也忘记我那天做过什么。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;对不起啊。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;[Thursday 30/4: Warning. Post contains F-bombs.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mummy discovered I didn't really go Youth last Saturday. Yeah, I didn't write a story on that. Too bad. Anyway, she told me a someone told her that they saw me in KFC with one big group of people. That's just bullshit. The real story was me and Mitmit with two other people were drinking 7UP Revive, eating nasi lemak and so on at AC. But still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;That stupid &lt;strong&gt;fucking &lt;/strong&gt;someone can just mind your own&lt;strong&gt; fucking&lt;/strong&gt; buisness alright? I don't &lt;strong&gt;fucking&lt;/strong&gt; tell you whether your &lt;strong&gt;fuck &lt;/strong&gt;of a daughter or son or whatever has gone out to McDonalds with 30 other people and having some &lt;strong&gt;fuck&lt;/strong&gt; of a fun. That's because I mind my own &lt;strong&gt;fucking&lt;/strong&gt; buisness. If I ever discover who the &lt;strong&gt;fuck&lt;/strong&gt; you are, I'd sow up your &lt;strong&gt;fucking &lt;/strong&gt;mouth and kick you to Holland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So turns out my plans of going out on Friday are totally cancelled. I had this intensely long lecture from her. She trusts me less now.She didn't actually scold me or anything. And I apprieciate the fact she won't tell my father what I did. Well, I don't know. This must be a lesson from God, with the message of, "Stop using Youth, CF and Church as excuses to do your own stuff."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lord I apologise, forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Friday 1/5: May Day.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm staying at home, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;while everyone else is going out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I can't go out. Woop di doo dah dae ae oe way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Listening to Beatles while typing what I'm typing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm bored as bored can be. Oh save, save me please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;P.S. It's not kidney cancer my grandmother has, it's pancreatic cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;[Saturday 2/5: Nobody knows.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Did nothing much today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ate the last&lt;/em&gt; 老婆饼&lt;em&gt;♥.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talked to him for awhile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Excited about tommorrow~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;☆★ Seeeeeeeee you soon Netty Bear! ★☆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;END OF TWO-WEEKS WORTH POST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-237257918852162973?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/237257918852162973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/04/everyday-we-meet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/237257918852162973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/237257918852162973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/04/everyday-we-meet.html' title='Everyday we meet.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-8918387623293369449</id><published>2009-04-17T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:04:49.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oi, number 11.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[TOH SUI. MY PRO SKILL.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahahahhahahhahahahhahahahha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yesterday, I skipped school and follow Mitzi go KKH for the Inter-School Basketball match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahahahhahahahhahahhahahahha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Maktab Nasional vs Shan Tao; 29 - 33.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Almost could've won. Because they didn't put number 11 in.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But nevermind. After the match I toh sui with number 11 to CENTRAL POINT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spend him lunch luu&lt;/span&gt;. Then go 7-11 buy &lt;em&gt;slurpee &lt;/em&gt;for Mitziii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then we walk back to KKH. But cannot find her at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Left, right, north, south, east, west. Tiada Mitzi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, I drank the slurpee. It started to melt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sorrrrrrrrrrry ah, Mitziiiiiiiii. T^T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then finally when walking back to the canteen, I spotted her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Actually moreorless, she spotted me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then we talk, talk, talk about what to do next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nicole: "Ey, nevermind larh, I toh sui in the Urusetia untill you habis class larh. Meet you at the 'MASA ITU EMAS' place later."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mitzi: "NOOOOOOOOO. Cannot! You gila arh? Wait so long. You join me in Physics class larhh. The teacher very good de, he don't care onee."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole: "Yeeer. No need leh. Later your discipline teacher pass by, I mati owh."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mitzi: "Eeeeeyer, nevermind larh. I feel guily later you alone."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number 11: "Haih, you follow her go phsyics larh."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole: "No need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Number 11:"Need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nicole: "No."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number 11: "Yes."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;This goes on for quite a while.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nicole: "Fineeeee. I follow you go Phsyics. But if your teacher ask me what school I'm from, I say La Salle ah. (LOL)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But after a few minutes, I changed my mind because of this paranoid fear of really having the discipline teacher pass by the class.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Orr. I'd just use that as an excuse to see him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then, I rannn back to himm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;After that, and a few minutes later, he went home. So I walked to the canteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And waiteeeeeeed. Aloneeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;But then, Mitzi came to my rescue! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Offer me a second chance to join her Phsyics class.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Naturally, I accepted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahahahhahahhahhahahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When she brought me into her class, it fell silent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone was staring with great intensity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;But then the noise started filling in again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the class was blatant again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then me and Mitzi went home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though our adventure is still going on!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE lepak to EW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then to KFC.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then to 7-11.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then to reload Mitzi's phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then to Milimewa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When we were walking back home, Mitzi spotted her mum's car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;She told me as soon as she realised it. So we ran, she and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;She ran faster than me and was already 20 steps ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;We ran into this nearby neighbourhood to hide for awhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then we walked back home with yet again paranoid thoughts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Then we go my house toh sui.&lt;/span&gt; Then I lend her shirt. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Then she went home.&lt;/span&gt; Then I go bath. &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Then. Then. Then.&lt;/span&gt; Daddy took back his phone. But he come home early to cycle. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So I got it back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hoorray. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then SMS terus with people. Talk, talk, talk on the phone with people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Remembered I need to do project, but was really tired. So I set the phone alarm on 11:30. But...then my dad came into my room while I was sleeping and took away his phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So no alarm. No wake up. Didn't do project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Luckily teacher didn't scold me for not doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today didn't skip school. Guai-guai study hard. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then recess got seee him for a whileeee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A very too short whileeee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then he balik cyber.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I balik class. :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then me and Mitzii meet again today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And then play play har NDS tertidur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahahhahahahhahhahahha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Then later, meet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Laugh, laugh, laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Play NDS again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sing, sing, sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Toh sui-ing + blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahahahhaahahhahahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;&amp;amp; I dah tahus. Longest post ever possibly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You read all this? Or is it tl;dr material? xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-8918387623293369449?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/8918387623293369449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/04/oi-number-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/8918387623293369449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/8918387623293369449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/04/oi-number-11.html' title='oi, number 11.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-5316344851511944151</id><published>2009-04-08T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:07:25.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dorkshop's exposé</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;烧肉&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;GIVES 叉烧 A 蝴蝶!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TERRIBLY SHOCKING NEWS OF THE WEEK;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;MY 婆婆 HAS CANCER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YESTERDAY'S TIDINGS;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;MY 妈妈 HAS 飞去香港 TO SEE HOW MY 婆婆 IS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;AND ABOUT TOMMORROW;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;我和 DARLING 陈陈 WILL FINISH 学校 AT 2PM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-5316344851511944151?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/5316344851511944151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/04/dorkshops-expose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/5316344851511944151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/5316344851511944151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/04/dorkshops-expose.html' title='dorkshop&apos;s exposé'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-7116480089514766859</id><published>2009-04-03T20:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:16:47.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost done with the old one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Oh&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;gosh.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thank&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After months and months of searching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;'The Book Thief' is now mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm currently reading it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And it's wonderfully intriguing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I highly recommend it. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;+, +, +,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Now that I found my book, I've crossed it out of my wishlist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( Click the 1st seahorse to see! )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I need a new wishlist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Almost done with the old one lehh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hungry&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nowadays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;fatten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;food &lt;/span&gt;now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8366108751718723010-7116480089514766859?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/7116480089514766859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-ho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/7116480089514766859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/7116480089514766859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-ho.html' title='almost done with the old one.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-1863559492745946080</id><published>2009-03-29T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:08:22.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More like a dragonfly, less like a butterfly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[How I miss it so.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I went out with him last night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Played foooosball. Lost 0-3. ;__;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;And he even went on handicap for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then after that, we went for dinnnnnner. I can't believe he paid for the meal though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;The least I could've done was go dutch with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But he insisted. Isn't he chivalrious? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meal we went to the docks. Walking hand in hand, just talking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And then we somethingsomething'ed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;More like a dragonfly, less like a butterfly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Suddenly, a thousand million lightning striked around us. Like sudden flashing disco laser lights. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh by the way, I'm afraid of lightning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So I kinda kept rushing us to get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Though we didn't actually untill &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;much later, he had&lt;/span&gt; pushed his way past my fear to reassure me we were going to be alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Well by the time we went back, it was because of the fact I pushed my way past his bravery and planted my paranoid fear of getting struck by lighting. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;But before that, we watched the whole &lt;strong&gt;SH&lt;/strong&gt; shut down it's lights for &lt;strong&gt;Earth Hour&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Surprised me that they were joining in the event too, albeit it was nice to know there are still Earth-concious people living among the buisness.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;&amp;amp; oh. When I went home, I couldn't sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm blaming him because I would catch myself waking up every 2 minutes and think of him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It went on untill 6 in the morning when I decided I would just forget sleeping altogether and go read a book. :I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-1863559492745946080?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/1863559492745946080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-take-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/1863559492745946080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/1863559492745946080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-take-it-all.html' title='More like a dragonfly, less like a butterfly.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-337465154133483873</id><published>2009-03-23T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:16:43.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling, like it's nobody's buisness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[What goes on behind the doors?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;We didn't see each other for a week. Not untill today, basically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was dying to run over to his class row and hug him crazy during assembly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hahaha. But well, we kept stealing glances at each other across the hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During recess, we spent it together in my class.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Talked about stuff. Held hands. Smiling, like it's nobody's buisness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though there were many a times, where I'd picture a scene of which the discipline mistress suddenly kicking open my classroom door and yell in a blatant manner, "&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;YOU'VE BEEEEEEEN BUSTED! GET OUTTA ROOM AND INTO MY OFFICE! NOWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway, after school, in which I waited for his class to finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kelvin, &lt;em&gt;being the good friend he is&lt;/em&gt;, waited with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;We talked about loads of random crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But after that, he finally came down and Kelvin went home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;We fooled around quite a bit around his class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My cousin almost caught me. Gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And when it was almost time for him to leave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He planted this little wet, warm butterfly on my lips.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;It lingered for a moment and my face went red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I burried myself into his shoulder for quite a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But shame he needed to leave.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh, and my cousin almost caught me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is she stalking me? :O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Asked me to call him. Better go do it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;&amp;amp; I just noticed. I just need to click "compose" to get my funkylicious options.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;How ignorant of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-337465154133483873?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/337465154133483873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/03/smiling-like-its-nobodys-buisness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/337465154133483873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/337465154133483873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/03/smiling-like-its-nobodys-buisness.html' title='Smiling, like it&apos;s nobody&apos;s buisness.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-1120229848996428573</id><published>2009-03-18T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:01:15.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing what we do, screwing who we screw.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[What happened Blogger?]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No colours. No sizing up my text. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Where has all the funkylicious functions gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, went out with Mitchii yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I can cross that off my list now..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we bumped into a lot of people we knew.&lt;br /&gt;Including fabulous ol' Jeanetty. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Dragonball Evolution.&lt;br /&gt;The effects were effing fake. Not much logic into it. &lt;br /&gt;Then again, where would this movie be if it had logic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, it was quite funny. &lt;br /&gt;There was a scene where they started chanting.&lt;br /&gt;And the chant sounded a lot like "nasi ayam, nasi ayam."*&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+, +, +,&lt;br /&gt;I listened to Lily's songs.&lt;br /&gt;I can cross that off my list too.&lt;br /&gt;She's a fabulous singer.&lt;br /&gt;And the lyrics are half the reasons why I like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The first time that you introduced me to your friends&lt;br /&gt;And you could tell I was nervous, so you held my hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;&amp; *"nasi ayam, nasi ayam" means "chicken rice, chicken rice" if you didn't know. :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-1120229848996428573?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/1120229848996428573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/03/doing-what-we-do-screwing-who-we-screw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/1120229848996428573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/1120229848996428573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/03/doing-what-we-do-screwing-who-we-screw.html' title='Doing what we do, screwing who we screw.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-2303868961482538816</id><published>2009-03-15T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:07:35.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week's worth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LD87oYXrNT8/Sby1Tt_7onI/AAAAAAAAABg/FrSXtDIcwM4/s1600-h/weoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LD87oYXrNT8/Sby1Tt_7onI/AAAAAAAAABg/FrSXtDIcwM4/s320/weoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313321010760229490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[9.03.2009]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! Ooh! Monday! &lt;br /&gt;Went to Jesselton Hotel to do my research for History.&lt;br /&gt;Then to it's Bella Italia Ristorante for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMNOMNOM SALMONE PENNE IN CREAM SAUSE. &gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this old, abandoned, burnt up, graffitied building nearby.&lt;br /&gt;Went there to have a look and take photos. Eheh.&lt;br /&gt;See that picture up there? That's what I'm talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[10.03.2009]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;The bell ranged, and he got up.&lt;br /&gt;But before he left, he hugged me.&lt;br /&gt;"I miss you," he says.&lt;br /&gt;My heart melted.&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;Then he opened the door and got out without a backward glance.&lt;br /&gt;I ran towards the door and looked out. &lt;br /&gt;Watching him making his way back up to his class.&lt;br /&gt;My heart drowned.&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[11.03.2009]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIME FOR YOUR INJECTION KID.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my injection for anti-tetanus.&lt;br /&gt;Hurts every minute. As if I was jabbed over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I was suddenly laughing mad in english class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame that stupid shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[12.03.2009]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outward Bound School; Group 7.&lt;br /&gt;Three majorly suckish people was in my group.&lt;br /&gt;Urghh. Had to put up with their deaf-mute attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Talking to a tree would have given me more response than them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole day, my heart ached.&lt;br /&gt;And not in the "Don't leave me baby!" kinda way.&lt;br /&gt;More like a "I just squished whatever that was with a zamboni" way.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Guess I was just tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13.03.2009]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second time this year Friday 13th has appeared on my calender.&lt;br /&gt;There's another one coming soon by November too. :O&lt;br /&gt;But enough with this superstition crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really bored. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[14.3.2009]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurul's birthday party was good fun.&lt;br /&gt;Took a lot pictures. With other people's cam-phone. &lt;br /&gt;Eheh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;Then upstairs with him for one helluva cuddle. &lt;br /&gt;Funny thing was, there was a security camera installed nearby.&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "OH HOT SHIT" when I realised.&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a little peck on the cheek when it's time for me to go home.&lt;br /&gt;After I realised what I have done, I sorta kinda ran away to my car.&lt;br /&gt;But of course not without saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;Then paranoia took over me so that I couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you do silly things.&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[15.3.2009]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay at home. Not go to church. Talk, talk, talk to Yien. Then blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;&amp; finally, end of post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-2303868961482538816?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/2303868961482538816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/03/weeks-worth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/2303868961482538816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/2303868961482538816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/03/weeks-worth.html' title='A week&apos;s worth.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LD87oYXrNT8/Sby1Tt_7onI/AAAAAAAAABg/FrSXtDIcwM4/s72-c/weoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-7210526312208883899</id><published>2009-03-08T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:32:25.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>munch, chew, swallow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;[I can't stand it.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I finally went to church today. But I didn't feel like going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Because it's pastor boy singing lead and pastor lady preaching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I preferred it last time, when this really cool guy sang lead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;His voice was made of awesome and he was a great guitarist too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Plus also when the really funny bishop was there to preach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's so horrifying to hear the pastor boy sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel like throwing a brick at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;While the pastor lady preaches mid-sermon, she cries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Her voice cracks and I can hardly hear a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It annoys me so freaking much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;+,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;+,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;+,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I've got no school tommorrow. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Rejoice brothers and sisters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;But I've got a history project to research on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Oh, oh, oh no. So help me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;{I miss him so.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four days without seeing him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;kills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;;&amp;amp; HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAYCEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;My darla cousin, come visit me in M'sia soon kay?! ILUVYOU! 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-7210526312208883899?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/7210526312208883899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/03/munch-chew-swallow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/7210526312208883899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/7210526312208883899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/03/munch-chew-swallow.html' title='munch, chew, swallow.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-5059443903291660385</id><published>2009-03-05T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:36:26.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrimp boat love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ wicked awesomeness.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Got 72% for Math. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a miracle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This new layout's so marvelous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eheh. Seafood Lurvee. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Talking to him tonight was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Funny, crazy and magical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I didn't even mind when he said '&lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aww, Karen. Don't be sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You'll do better next semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ILOVEYOUUDAHLING. ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mitzi has blogspot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's the most awesome news I've heard all day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(besides getting 72% for maths)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;&amp;amp; I'm still going at my project @ 12:07. Ain't that sad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-5059443903291660385?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/5059443903291660385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/03/shrimp-boat-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/5059443903291660385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/5059443903291660385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/03/shrimp-boat-love.html' title='Shrimp boat love.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-6902173022532633928</id><published>2009-03-04T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:54:42.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Messy Rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LD87oYXrNT8/Sa4yHTDuKJI/AAAAAAAAABY/MrFBZKCa310/s1600-h/calle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309236111672748178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LD87oYXrNT8/Sa4yHTDuKJI/AAAAAAAAABY/MrFBZKCa310/s320/calle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ .:Oh Oh Oh:. ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exams are over. 8D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Celebrate with me baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'll open a bottle of sparkling apple together!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;+,+,+,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I look nice in the picture you see above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;why yes, that is me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My eyes are all sparkly and stuff. Eheh. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't like how you're always saying nothing when I want to hear you say something! Please! Please! Please! I'm a girl! So when you say nothing, it always means something to me, even if it doesn't! Don't you get it at all?! And even if there was something you wanted to say, just say it! I don't care how stupid, how crazy, how pointless it is! Just freaking say it! What I do best is listen, and you're taking that away from me just by saying 'nothing'. It makes me think you don't want to share whatever you're feeling with me. And it makes me re-think who I really am to you. I feel like shit when you say that! The first few times when you said that I tolerated, but now. This is too much! I feel like choking you! It makes me not in the mood to talk at all. Well, I don't know. I'm stopping about this. My english got worst just by typing out all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;x.fuckedup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;&amp;amp; rantrantrant. O:&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&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/8366108751718723010-6902173022532633928?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/6902173022532633928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-miss-messy-rants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/6902173022532633928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/6902173022532633928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-miss-messy-rants.html' title='Little Miss Messy Rants'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LD87oYXrNT8/Sa4yHTDuKJI/AAAAAAAAABY/MrFBZKCa310/s72-c/calle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-6599360374022543884</id><published>2009-03-02T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T02:00:00.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ehh. March.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;[It's MARCHH!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;1. Do you like chinese food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;- Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;2. How big is your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;- Big enough to fit alotta things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;3. Is your room clean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;- Depends on your idea of clean. Eheh. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;4. Laptop or Desktop computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;- Laptopp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;5. Favorite comedian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;- Lavelle Crawford. Damn, he's funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;6. Do you smoke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;- Naw. I ain't doing anything stoopidz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;7. Does anyone like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- He does! He does! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;8. Whats the sexiest thing about Condolezza Rice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- She's not actually rice!?!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;10. Sleep with or without clothes on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- With my clothes on! My Gaaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;11. Who sleeps with you every night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;- Me. :v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;12. Do long distance relationships work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;- Just not everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;13. How many times have you been pulled over by the police?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;- Not once. Not twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;14. Pancakes or French Toast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- Pancakes with that little square piece of butter on top!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;15. Do you like coffee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;- I like how it smells, does that count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;16. How do you like your eggs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;- Seasoned and scrambled. :J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;17. Do you believe in astrology?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- If they forsee goodness in my stars, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;18. Last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;19. Last person on your missed call list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Don't have a phone. So, uh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;20. What was the last text message you received?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- NO PHONE! DOES THAT REGISTERR?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;21. McDonalds or Burger King?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- Burger King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;22. Number of pillows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- 4 pillows. Yeah, I'm surprised that the bed could fit me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;23. Last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;- Sammich with ham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;24. Last thing you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- Robot tee from EX(treme).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;25. What are you hearing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;- 唐禹哲- 情报&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;26. Pick a lyric?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;- "You're gone from here and soon you will disappear, fading into beautiful light." Everbody's changing - KEANE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;27. What kind of jelly do you like on your PB &amp;amp; J sandwich?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- ehh. Strawberry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;28. Can you play pool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;- 不可以啊！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;29. Do you know how to swim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;- Yeah, sure thang. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;30. Favorite ice cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- Chocomint is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;31. Do you like maps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Maybe. If I was lost or something. I'd love a map.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;32. Tell me a random fact:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;- I like to read. &gt;__&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;33. Ever had a hard on at work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;- ehh. No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;34. Ever attend a theme party?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;- Nope. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;35. Ever did a keg stand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Whu-?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;36. Craziest place you've slept after a night of drinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;- UNDERAGE. CANNOT DRINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;37. What is your favorite season?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;- Spring. So pretty. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;38. What is the first music video you ever saw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- Something from the Wiggles? ;__;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;39. Pick few movie quotes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Jack Sparrow: Did no one come to save me just because they missed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Phone operator: Welcome to Hezbollah phone line. For terrorist supplies, press 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Victor: And with this candle... I will light your mother's dress on fire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;40. Favorite quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;- "Screw the rules! I have money!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess where that's from. ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;41. What is your favorite hangout?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- My balconyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;42. Best friend's name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Mitzii, Karen, Kelvin, Reagan, Jeron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;43. How long have you known him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;- erm. I don't know how to answer this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;44. Last time you laughed at something stupid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Just a moment agoo. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;45. What time did you wake up this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;- 8'05. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;46. Wake up next to anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- Nooo. Dx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;47. Best thing about winter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- I get to wear all sorts of other things I can't wear because of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hot hot weather here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;48. Name a couple of favorite colors:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;yellow,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stoplight colors. eheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;49. How old are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;- How old are&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;50. What month is your birthday in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;- Februaryy babehh. 8]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;51. Do you think pirates are cool or overrated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- The cooliest. :v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;52. Favorite Dave Matthews Band song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Nevar hearda him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;53. What are you doing this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;- Tuition. Finishing up my notes. Yeahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;54. Who will take this tag? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ILOVEYOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;YIEN&lt;/span&gt;, I CHOOSE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ILOVEYOUTOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; Exams are tommorrow. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;_________;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-6599360374022543884?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/6599360374022543884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/03/ehh-march.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/6599360374022543884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/6599360374022543884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/03/ehh-march.html' title='Ehh. March.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-2784285117761412927</id><published>2009-02-27T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T10:29:41.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so crazy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;[Leave a tag, will ya?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Talk about &lt;em&gt;"duh"&lt;/em&gt; as I figure out that all I have to do is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;revert it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to classic template to get this &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;pretty little layout&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But enough about that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I had a really marvelous day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;I went out with &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;some friends&lt;/span&gt; afterschool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;But before that, I left my books, uniform and whatevers &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;responsible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to my cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;She &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;wasn't happy&lt;/span&gt; with that option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;EX(treme)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Bought a shirt with &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;little funky robots&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"The Punisher ; War Zone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;So bloody, albeit &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;really awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Looked away at certain &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;gory scenes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;You gotta lurve the cuddling when he's cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eheh. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;&amp;amp; am very tired.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I end here. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Good night&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-2784285117761412927?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/2784285117761412927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-so-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/2784285117761412927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/2784285117761412927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-so-crazy.html' title='It&apos;s so crazy.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-7768844705954679175</id><published>2009-02-22T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T12:05:51.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick as sick can be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;[You know the saying, "&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you be fevering, you grow taller&lt;/span&gt;"?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;I've grown taller, &lt;strong&gt;skinnier even&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;That's what my mum claims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;But I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;just &lt;/em&gt;feel sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;constantly thirsty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Even while I'm drinking water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;I've got a runny nose. And it hurts when I blow it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;I wish I could do my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;But I'm using my sickness as an excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; I hope I don't have to go to school tommorrow&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;I need to finish up projects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By this week&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Damn&lt;/em&gt;. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-7768844705954679175?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/7768844705954679175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick-as-sick-can-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/7768844705954679175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/7768844705954679175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick-as-sick-can-be.html' title='Sick as sick can be.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-2142329325380277518</id><published>2009-02-19T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:07:10.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGHH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;[How am I to change my template?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;There is no solution to that question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I cannot do anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;And soon my head is going to explode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Oh whatever. D:&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;I don't care anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anyway, my father's birthday is today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;There's nothing to watch on the telly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;YIEN CHIN. THANKS FOR THE CUP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Plus, plus, plus, I miss my NDS. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;;&amp;amp; I'm bored to my limits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-2142329325380277518?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/2142329325380277518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/02/arghh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/2142329325380277518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/2142329325380277518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/02/arghh.html' title='ARGHH.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366108751718723010.post-3109169285892936435</id><published>2009-02-15T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T17:24:51.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My face has gone numb.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;[And from what and why and how, you ask?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From squishing the telephone against my face for about 3 hours or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just because I was talking to a teacup-full of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well again today, I did not go to church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is creepy tired, though I slept at 8pm last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Am very hungry, could eat you if I wanted to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shall faint soon, due to starvation and a really uncomfortable bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will somehow survive, but don't expect much. eheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;P.S. My birthday is tommorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;;&amp;amp; in case you were wondering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Unleashing my need to tell the world whatever, whenever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I quite like the idea. Thus, nickary.blogspot.com was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366108751718723010-3109169285892936435?l=nickary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/feeds/3109169285892936435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-face-has-gone-numb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/3109169285892936435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366108751718723010/posts/default/3109169285892936435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickary.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-face-has-gone-numb.html' title='My face has gone numb.'/><author><name>Nickary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363261978225644266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs7jfw9_iIU/Tj4Dve9GGGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_t5haKSo2sE/s220/Pae9h9MPd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
